The blissful, euphoric air that had surrounded Clay and George only remained, sitting comfortably on their shoulders as they made and ate dinner before following them both through until long after they'd washed, changed and settled into bed.

It was still only early evening, sure, and neither would likely be falling asleep any time soon but they found they didn't really mind. It was nice to simply be beside each other, to gradually let the reality of the situations permanency seep in through their skin.

"Did you not bring any clothes with you?" Clay half teased upon taking in the view of George sprawled comfortably on their bed, clad in a pair of Clay's gray sweatpants and one of Clay's white shirts. George looked up from his phone with a grin.

"Yeah." He stated nonchalantly, going back to scrolling through twitter and Clay felt his brain stop, footsteps stuttering to a stop from where he had been walking towards the bed.

"Wait really?" He asked, cheeks and ears tinted a soft pink.

"No, you pervert!" George laughed, looking up from his phone again to take in his boyfriends flustered state.

"I didn't mean it like- oh my God." Clay sighed to the sound of George's lightly mocking laugh. He could feel the heat on his face distinctly and didn't doubt for a moment that George had noticed. "You're the one that thinks it's hot when I swear, you freak." He countered defensively and watched as George flushed, laughing nervously.

"No I don't." He huffed in denial, looking anywhere but at Clay. Clay smirked, resuming walking towards the bed.

"You so do! I bet you find my hands hot too." He pressed, flexing his fingers and cracking his knuckles.

"Stop!" George covered his face with his hands before deeming them inadequate and grabbing a pillow instead, holding it over his head. "I don't." He clarified, muffled.

Clay laughed, a wheezing, loud noise that shook his shoulders, and George pressed the pillow onto his own face more firmly, fully intending to suffocate himself.

Never tweet with the mentality that your idol likely won't see it because you may just end up dating them and they'll hold it over you forever, George advises.

Clay crawled his way onto the bed, swinging a leg over George's middle and sitting on his stomach, splaying both of his hands on George's chest. He waited patiently for George to remove the pillow, softly drumming his fingertips against George's sternum.

George was stubborn, however, and left the pillow in place as he dropped his arms to his sides, hands pressing lightly to Clay's legs. "Go away." A muffled George said. Clay just laughed. "You're crushing me."

"Are you saying I'm fat?" He asked teasingly, pouting. George reached blindly to place his hands on Clay's thighs.

"Yes." He answered without a moments hesitance and Clay found himself laughing once more - he did that a lot around George. He decided he'd waited long enough and reached forward to pull the pillow off of George's face. George let him, cheeks having calmed from their blaring red shade. "Hello."

"Hi there." Clay replied, smile small and soft and warm. He trailed his hands from George's chest up to his hair, initially intending to fix it before getting transfixed himself and simply fiddling with it himself. George let his eyes slip closed, enjoying the scrape of Clay's nails on his scalp.

"As nice as this is, you're going to kill me." He stated after a few long moments, patting at Clay's thighs. Clay looked contemplative for a moment.

"Would that really be so bad?" He asked innocently and George's mouth fell open in an offended shade of surprised and Clay crumbled. With Clay distracted, George took his chance and bucked his hips, shoving at Clay's side and dethroning him. Clay fell gracelessly, grabbing at George's arm as he did so, successfully pulling him over and onto his chest.

It took a few long moments of giggling, poking and shoving before the two settled easily. George had managed to sprawl himself entirely over Clay, head in the crook of his neck, arm wrapped around his chest and leg slung over and between Clay's. George tilted to press his lips to Clay's jaw softly.

"I still can't believe you're here forever now." Clay murmured, hands dipping up the back of George's shirt - Clay's shirt, actually, but it looked better on George - to press warmly against his skin.

"Forever?" George asked half teasingly, ignoring the stutter start of his heart. He pulled back and tilted just as Clay did, locking eyes with privately shared smiles.

"Forever." Clay decided with a nod, leaning to ghost his lips over George's. "There's no escape." He tacked on with the shadow of a smile and George huffed, bringing his hand up to rest on Clay's neck and pull him in.

No matter how many times George kissed him, Clay would never get tired of the warm push and pull of his lips, of the soft, contented hum George lets out when Clay leans in further, the way George would press in closer with his whole body.

[SPICE WARNING! Skip to the second warning if you wouldn't like to read it!! (Again, I don't write NSFW, it just gets a bit spicy)]

Clay would never get over the way George would pull Clay's bottom lip between his teeth, the little involuntary noise that creeps up the back of George's throat when Clay licks his way in, the way George would shudder pleasantly beneath Clay's hands.

And sometimes, very occasionally, George would find his confidence and would make Clay positively melt with it. Right now was quite like one of those times.

One of those times where George would manoeuvre his way between Clay's legs to press flush to his chest, where George would slip a cold hand to rest on Clay's waist beneath his shirt, rubbing slow circles, where George would spend the moments that Clay leant back to breathe moving skilfully down Clay's neck and leaving behind warm, open mouthed kisses behind him.

George was more than just content to take his time showering Clay with a deft affection and adoration that he felt so very often for the other.

There were times, gentle and warm in nature, in which they'd both drift apart in order to simply stare in a loving silence. More often then not, Clay would sift fingers through George's hair or George would draw patterns into Clay's skin.

It was as though all else disappeared; Damien didn't matter, nor did the public and certainly not trivial matters such as insecurities. Right now, it was just George and Clay.

All that mattered to George was the gentle drag of Clay's tongue, the press of Clay's fingers in his hair and on the small of his back, the warmth of Clay's body pressed firm and warm and almost trembling against his.

That and the noise of the front door slamming open

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"If you're fucking then you better be prepared for a threesome!" Announced the intruder and George is pretty certain he not only heard but felt Clay growl. Regardless, he began working on detangling their limbs.

"Hey Clark." He called, fixing where the shirt and sweatpants of Clay's that he was wearing had become rumpled and twisted. He shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair a few times in a lazy attempt at fixing it.

"Oh damn, you actually were, sorry." Clark giggled, making his way to the bedroom to find the pair. Neither attempted to disagree, knowing he wouldn't listen. "Just thought I'd drop by to let you know I'm here, Damien now has remote access to my camera roll on my phone so I uploaded everything onto my laptop and deleted it and I'm praying he didn't see anything - feel free to send me porn to piss him off -, drop off some more of George's stuff and let you know I'm staying with Keres until this is all over so just yell and I'll come."

There was a silence in which Clark glanced between George and Clay before they both sighed. "I'm not even going to bother. Thank you." Clark nodded and pulled the duffle bag off over his head, handing it to George.

"Sure thang." He assured with a grin, sticking his hands in his pockets. "Now, I'll let you get back to the diddle do, I've got a cute little lesbabe to go catch up with." He dismissed, rocking from toe to heel and back again before turning to leave.

"Les- what?"

"Lesbabe. She doesn't know it yet but I've never been wrong before." And with that, Clark was gone once again.

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Just a little look into how the boys are settling in :)

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Yours, Dandelion