bLiZzArD ;))
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Clay hummed in content, hugging George close.
George smiled, closing his eyes in content for a moment before opening them, sitting up. "I should probably text Tommy and Wil,"
Clay nodded, resting his head on George’s shoulder and keeping his arms around the brunette’s waist.
George chuckled, finding his phone and unlocking it, opening discord. He started a small group chat with him and Tommy, sending a message.
GeorgeNotFound
hey guys!
Clay and i are in the uk, and we were wondering if you guys wanted to meet up?
we could do a gingerbread-house making stream- -
WilburSoot: rlly? yeah, we should totally do a stream together.
Tommyinnit: yeah, and where we gonna do it?
GeorgeNotFound:
we could do it at my apartment.
George sent it, leaning against Clay.
WilburSoot: yeah, i’m down.
TommyInnit: hell yea, lets do it
TommyInnit: it*
Clay smiled, hugging George close.
GeorgeNotFound:
does next Saturday work for you guys?
WilburSoot: should be, yeah.
TommyInnit: same.
GeorgeNotFound:
awesome, see ya then.
George smiled, placing his phone onto the couch and looking over to Clay. "We will be seeing them this Saturday,"
“Great,” Clay replied with a smile, running his hand through George’s hair and hugging him close.
George hummed happily, resting his head onto Clay's shoulder and sidling closer to him.
Clay smiled and pressed a kiss on George’s head, running his hand through his hair.
George smiled, wrapping his arms around Clay and nuzzling into his neck.
“I love you~” Clay said quietly, holding George close.
"I love you too," George mumbled with a smile, closing his eyes contently.
Clay let out a quiet yawn, closing his eyes as he ran his hand through George’s hair.
George yawned along with him, humming softly and moving closer to Clay.
Clay opened his eyes, moving George off him for a moment. He laid down on the couch with his back against the cushions, gently pulling George onto him and wrapping his arms around his waist.
George smiled, loosely wrapping his arms around Clay's neck, nuzzling back into the crook of it.
Clay smiled in content and closed his eyes, hugging George close and tracing shapes on his back.
George hummed softly, his eyes fluttering shut.
Clay hummed quietly, holding George close.
(ts)
George stirred awake, groaning quietly and moving closer to Clay in an attempt to block the light out.
Clay slowly stirred awake, yawning quietly and rubbing his eyes.
George buried his face in Clay's chest, gripping slightly on the younger males shirt in an attempt to fall asleep.
Clay looked down at George and chuckled tiredly, smiling. “Morning sleepyhead,” he said groggily, rubbing the brunette’s back.
George groaned quietly, looking up at Clay with a sleepy frown on his face.
Clay chuckled, smiling at George. “Still tired?”
"Mhm," George hummed, letting his head slump against Clay's.
Clay chuckled in acknowledgment, hugging George close and pressing a kiss on his head.
George picked up his head, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to wake himself up. -
“Sleep well?” Clay asked, watching George with a smile as he let go of the brunette, sitting himself up.
"Not really," George said groggily, shrugging "You?"
“Could’ve been better,” Clay said with a quiet chuckle, running a hand through George’s hair. “This couch really isn’t comfortable.”
"No, it's not." George shook his head, yawning quietly. "The only reason I got it was because it looked nice with the apartment,"
Clay chuckled, a yawn escaping out of his mouth.
George stretched his arms, sitting up and resting his head onto Clay's shoulder for a moment before lifting it up, exhaling. "We should probably set up for the stream,"
“Yeah,” Clay agreed with a nod, stretching his arms. “We just gonna do it in the kitchen or something?”
"It would probably be most convenient," George said with a nod, moving off of the couch and standing. "Can you start tidying it up and I'll grab all the equipment?"
“Mhm,” Clay hummed in response, standing and stretching. He walked into the kitchen, tidying up the space.
George walked into their room, unplugging a few cords and grabbing his face cam, walking out with it.
(quick ts)
Clay hummed as he looked at the kitchen, all the equipment set out and plugged in. “Now, about hiding my face. Should I just wear a mask and glasses?”
"Hm," George said, looking up from his phone from his seat on the counter. "We could just have you out of frame, but you can wear a mask and glasses just in case,"
“Yeah, I’ll probably do that,” Clay said with a nod, looking over at George. He smiled and walked over to the brunette, wrapping his arms around him and pressing a kiss on his lips.
George smiled, kissing his back. He placed his hands on the younger males cheeks, tilting his head slightly.
Clay smiled against the kiss, leaning closer to George and resting his hands on his thighs.
George pulled away after a moment to catch his breath, smiling.
“I love you~“ Clay said with a smile, watching George for a moment.
"I love you too," George said with a smile. The doorbell suddenly rang, making the brunette look over to the door. "Oh, it's probably Wilbur and Tommy," George said, moving Clay's hands off of him and climbing off the counter. He walked over to the door and opened it slowly, making sure it was them before fully opening it.
“GOGY!” Tommy shouted, throwing his hands in the air.
”Jesus, Tommy, shut up,” Will said, shooting a glare at the blonde, who flipped off the older male.
Clay chuckled, walking over to George’s side. “Hey guys.”
"Hey guys, come on in," George said, chuckling at their antics.
Clay backed up, letting the guys in. “So, what’re we doing again?” Tommy asked, looking over at George and Clay.
”Do you ever pay attention?” Will teased, earning a smack on the arm from Tommy.
”We’re doing a gingerbread house making contest,” Clay said with a chuckle.
"Mhm," George said with a nod. "I can show you, it's in the kitchen," George said, pointing behind him.
Will nodded and headed over to the kitchen, Tommy trailing behind him. “Wait- this is a contest? Oh hell yeah, I’m gonna win for sure-“
”Ha! As if,“ Clay said with a chuckle, crossing his arms.
”If anyone has a chance of winning, it’s me,“ Wilbur joked.
Tommy stifled a laugh, smiling. “Sure, Wilby- AH GOD DAMNIT.”
”Aw, DiD yOu jUsT CaLl mE WiLbY, ToMmY??”
”Shut the f—k up, I will kill you.”
"Where would you hide the body?" George asked, sitting up on the counter so he was closer to any of their heights.
“Simple. I take Wilbur’s body and travel across the UK, either to a secluded town or somehow making it onto a boat and going somewhere in the US. I bury him out deep in the woods, digging a hole about twelve feet deep. I toss him in and cover the hole halfway, putting a dead animal carcass on top before covering the hole fully-“
”Dude, you’re literally just reciting what someone said in a TikTok,” Will said, laughing.
“It’s a good way to dispose of a body, though,” Tommy said with a chuckle as he rolled his eyes.
"It's true," George said with a chuckle, nodding. "Do you guys want to get started soon?"
“Yeah, whenever you’re ready,” Will said with a nod, crossing his arms.
”Let me go get a mask and sunglasses,” Clay said, walking off.
“You could always just face reveal-“
”Shut up, Tommy.” The blonde laughed, hopping up on the counter and sitting.
"Hey, no," George said, furrowing his eyebrows. "I only sat up here because you're all so goddamn tall,"
Tommy smirked, crossing his arms. “Well then maybe you should grow some,” the blonde teased. Will rolled his eyes, gently smacking Tommy on the back of the head, who helped and glared at the older male.
"No, I feel like you should just shrink," George said, chuckling. "Or reveal your actual height, no way you're six-foot three,"
“I AM SIX FOOT THREE, B—CH,” Tommy shouted, glaring at George. “Dont f—kin’ say I’m lying.” Will chuckled, rolling his eyes.
Clay walked back into the kitchen, sunglasses on his face and mask in hand. “You guys ready?”
"I am saying that you're lying," George said, chuckling. "And yeah, I'm ready to go." He said, walking towards his PC and going onto twitch, getting ready to go live.
Clay nodded, putting the mask on. “Well, you’re wrong because I am NOT LYING,” Tommy stated, flipping George off behind his back.
"Yeah, yeah, sure." George said with a chuckle, rolling his eyes. "Places everyone!" The brunette said in a high pitched voice, looking back at all of them.
Tommy and Will chuckled, moving to stand behind George. Clay watched them with a chuckle, deciding to stay out of frame for the time being,
George started stream, staying quiet for a moment as viewers joined, and he made sure the face cam and such were running smoothly. "Hello everyone!" George said with a chuckle, looking at chat. "I'm back in London," The brunette said with a nod.
“Wassup, b—ches!” Tommy shouted.
“Tommy, you’re so loud,” Will whined, chuckling.
“Suck it up, loser,” Tommy said, looking at Will for a moment. “SO, Gogy, are to explain what we’re doing this stream?” Wilbur asked, resting a hand on the brunette’s shoulder.
"Yep," George said with a nod, looking up to Wilbur for a moment before looking back to chat. "Us four will be having a gingerbread house making competition! Winner gets... a hundred subs?"
“And the losers gift the winner the hundred subs,” Clay added from the side, chuckling.
”Well then, I’m certainly gonna win now,” Tommy said with a chuckle. ”So, where’s the stuff?”
”The kits are over there,” Clay said, pointing to the boxes.
"Oh, yeah, and Dream's here," George said with a chuckle, watching as chat exploded from the surprise. He walked over and grabbed the boxes, sliding one over to Clay and placing one in front of Wilbur and Tommy. "Hey, Wil, could you grab the extra candy and icing? It's behind you,"
Clay chuckled, moving into frame and standing beside George. Will nodded, turning and grabbing the icing and candy.
"Alright, uh," George said, chuckling. "We probably should've set this up more before we started, um," The brunette watched chat for a minute before looking at the rest of them. "Let's set them up, then we'll start a timer,"
“Yeah, that’d make it easier,” Clay said with a chuckle, opening his box. Tommy opened his box, dumping the content inside of it out onto the counter.
”I’m gona laugh if Tommy just broke the gingerbread dumping it out of the box,” Will said with a chuckle.
”It’s not-“ Tommy scrambled for the pieces of gingerbread, making sure they weren’t broken. “See? Not broken.”
George chuckled, opening his box and grabbing the contents inside, placing them on the counter before reaching up and gently hitting Clay in the head with it.
Clay chuckled, shooting a playful glare at George. Wilbur opened his box, -
grabbing icing and beginning to put the gingerbread pieces together. Tommy looked over, trying to copy Will and beat him, grabbing some icing and putting together his house.
"Hey, woah- We haven't even started the timer, slow down!" George said, gently hitting Wilbur on the arm.
Will chuckled, setting the icing down. Tommy quickly dropped his icing, pretending he hadn’t started. “Yeah, Wilbur, wait for the timer-“
”Don’t you start, you little sh-t,” Will said, shooting a glare at Tommy while trying to hide his smile. “You literally started copying me.”
”I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
”You two are literally like brothers,” Clay said with a chuckle.
”Don’t say that, I will cry,” Will said, making the masked male chuckle.
George chuckled, pulling out his phone and setting a half and hour timer. "We can add more time if we need it," He stated, setting the phone down. "And, go!" He exclaimed, starting the timer and grabbing his icing.
Will returned to putting together his house, icing the walls together. Tommy quickly followed suit, slopping and quickly putting the icing on the walls. Clay watched them for a moment before he started adding icing to one of the walls, putting the two sides together.
George added icing to the walls, putting the two together. He held them together, letting the icing harden so the walls actually stayed together.
Clay held the walls together with one hand, pulling out his phone. “You guys want music?”
"Yes," George said, glancing over to Clay before grabbing another piece of gingerbread and trying to figure out if it was the wall of part of the roof.
”Yeah, put on some Christmas music,” Wilbur said with a chuckle, nodding as he put together his walls.
Clay nodded and out on a random playlist, playing various Christmas songs.
George hummed along, figuring out which gingerbread pieces were what, starting to ice the rest of his walls.
"How's yours coming along, Tommy?" George asked, glancing over to Tommy for a split second.
“Pretty good, pretty- OH SH-T,” Tommy exclaimed, trying to hold up the walls.
Will burst into laughter, watching Tommy for a moment. “Maybe you should let the icing dry a bit so it doesn’t fall.”
”Yeah, thanks for the suggestion, Wilbur,” Tommy said, shooting a glare at the brunette. “Totally didn’t think of that.” Clay chuckled as he watched them, putting icing on another wall and adding it to the structure.
George let out a laugh, struggling to add the last wall. "Crap-" He said as the last one fell over, pulling another with it.
Clay chuckled, watching George with a smile. “Be careful Gogy~“ He teased, returning to putting together his house.
Will sang along to the music, putting up another wall. Tommy joined in, singing in a rather obnoxious voice along with Will.
"Shut up," George said, playfully glaring at Clay. He grabbed the walls, adding icing to them again and adding it to the construction.
Clay chuckled, waiting for the icing to cry as he held up the walls. Tommy and Will sang loudly as they put together their houses, messing around.
George added another peppermint to the roof, his head whipping around when the timer went off.
"Time's up!" He exclaimed, waving his hands around, signaling for them to stop whatever they were doing.
Clay set his icing and candy down, looking at his house. Will and Tommy did the same, stepping back to inspect their houses. “I’m totally gonna win,” Tommy boasted, smirking.
”Sure, sure,” Clay said with a chuckle.
”Wait, how’re we doing the voting?” Will asked, looking over at George.
“Maybe let chat vote?” Clay suggested, shrugging.
George nodded, chuckling. "Mods, can you start a poll?" The brunette asked, looking over to chat.
Clay hummed as he leaned against the counter, watching Tommy try and sneakily add more candy to his house but getting stopped by Will, who smacks the candies out of his hand.
George chuckled, grabbing a piece of candy and eating it as he watched chat. "Chat, this poll is for who you think won, but we're going to do a looser poll after," The poll percentages went a little crazy, but the obvious winner was Wilbur.
“WHAT?! Okay, this is totally f—king rigged,” Tommy pouted, crossing his arms.
”Guess chat just really likes my house,” Wilbur said with a chuckle, grabbing a piece of candy and eating it.
”Yeah, so suck it up, Tommy~” Clay teased with a chuckle, grabbing a half empty container of icing, a spoon and moving out of frame, pulling his mask down and getting a spoonful of icing, eating it.
George laughed, watching the three's antics. "Alright, and the loser, chat?" George said, looking over as a new poll was made. These percentages were weighted more, but it ended up with Clay as the looser, but with Tommy as a close second.
Tommy burst into laughter, looking over at Clay. “HA! Suck it, green boy!!” He exclaimed, smirking.
Clay chuckled sarcastically, flipping off Tommy. “I don’t know why you’re so excited, you didn’t actually win.”
”At least he did better than you,” Will joked with a chuckle, grinning smugly at Clay, who chuckle and rolled his eyes.
George laughed at Tommy's joy over not loosing. "That is true,"
”Whatever,” Clay said with a chuckle, pulling his mask up and moving back into frame.
George walked over to him, grabbing his head and looking at his boyfriend gingerbread house. "It's not that bad, chat," George said, looking over to chat. "NO- I am not biased, stop lying, chat," -
“Yeah Gogy, quit being bias,” Will joked, chuckling. “But honestly, it’s not terrible. But definitely not better than mine.”
Tommy rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “I think mine is the best, of all honesty.”
”Sure, sure,” Will and Clay said in unison, both chuckling after they spoke.
"In sync??" George exclaimed, making an over-dramatic surprised face before bursting out into laughter, leaning onto the counter.
Tommy laughed, leaning against the counter. “Well, that wasn’t weird at all,” Will said with a chuckle, crossing his arms.
”Yeah, not weird at all,” Clay said with a smile, chuckling.
George chuckled, furrowing his eyebrows with a smile as he glanced in between the two. "Anyways," He said after a moment of awkward silence, standing up straight and walking over to his PC. "Chat, what should we do now?" He asked, watching for a moment. "Height check?" The brunette asked, looking back at all of them.
“Yess,” Tommy said with a chuckle, standing up. “Imagine being short.”
”Imagine lying to people about your height,” Will said, looking over at Tommy.
”I DON’T LIE ABOUT MY HEIGHT, I AM SIX FOOT THREE,” Tommy shouted, glaring at Will, causing Clay to laugh as he moved beside George.
"Wait, Clay, aren't you six-foot three-ish?" George said with a chuckle, glancing in between Tommy and Clay for a comparison. "And Tommy's shorter than you, even if you're not,"
“Yeah,” Clay said with a nod, trying to hold back his laughter. “So you’re definitely lying, Tommy.”
”NO I AM NOT, F—K YOU,” Tommy shouted, glaring at Clay.
"Okay, whatever, calm down, Tommy you come stand next to me and switch spots with Clay," George said, motioning with his hand.
Tommy rolled his eyes and walked over, standing beside George.
"Stop being a baby, at least you're not the shortest," George said, chuckling.
Will and Clay chuckled, lining up on either side of George and Tommy. “Uh- Tommy, you better stand flat on your feet,” Will said, gently hitting him on the arm.
”I don’t know what you’re talking about, Wilbur,” Tommy said with a small smirk on his face. Will chuckled, rolling his eyes at the teen.
George chuckled, looking down at Tommy's feet. "Anyways, chat, that's what you get," The brunette said with a shrug, glancing from chat to up at the taller males standing next to him.
“And now chat is going crazy,” Clay said with a chuckle, looking over at the monitor.
George chuckled, nodding. "Wilbur, why are you so tall?"
“I don’t know, man,” Will said with a chuckle, shrugging as he moved over.
”you’re not that tall,” Tommy said, “Ranboo is taller than you.”
”By like a few inches,” Will said, crossing his arms. Clay felt his phone buzz in his pocket and he pulled it out, seeing Sam was calling. He chuckled and picked up, putting her on speaker. “Hey, I’m live.”
”TOMMY, YOU’RE SHORT!” Sam shouted, causing Tommy to glare at the phone. Sam quickly hung up, making Clay and Will burst into laughter.
George laughed, leaning against the counter. "Wow, Sam. Very original,"
Clay laughed, pocketing his phone. “That little-“ Tommy muttered, pulling out his phone, aggressively typing. “You’re sister is very annoying, you know that right?”
”Oh yeah, well aware of that,” Clay agreed with a chuckle.
George chuckled, shaking his head and looking back to chat, watching it for a moment. "Do we have extra frosting?" The brunette asked, looking over to the rest of them.
Clay nodded, grabbing one of the containers and handing it to George.
"Thanks," George said, grabbing a spoon and eating a spoonful of frosting. "Do you think there's anything else we should do?"
“Uh, I mean, I don’t really know what else we could do,” Clay said with a chuckle, shrugging.
"That's true," George said with a nod. "Alright chat," George said, standing up straight. "I think that'll be all for today," He said, clapping his hands after placing the tub of frosting. "I'll see you all next time! Byee,"
“Bye,” Clay said, waving at the camera. Tommy and Will waved, chuckling. Once the stream ended, Clay took off his mask and glasses, setting them down.
George typed a few things, sending the viewers off as a raid before hopping up onto the counter to sit.
“Well, that was fun,” Will said with a chuckle, grabbing a piece of candy and eating it.
”Definitely,” Tommy agreed with a nod.
"It was," George said with a nod, chuckling and grabbing the tub of frosting again, eating a spoonful.
Clay nodded, wrapping an arm around George’s waist. “Yeah, we should do this again,” Tommy said with a chuckle, nodding. “Then I can beat you again.”
”Sure, sure,” Clay said with a chuckle as Will patted Tommy on the back.
"Are you sure this wasn't just luck? Maybe chat was just having a weird day," George said with a chuckle.
“F—k off, Gogy,” Tommy muttered, rolling his eyes. Will chuckled, resting his arm on Tommy’s shoulder and leaning against the shorter boy, who tried to push him off but just gave up.
”So, how long are you guys gonna be here for?” Will asked, looking at George and Clay.
”Well, we’re gonna try and get back to Florida before Christmas, but we’ll be here for a bit,” Clay replied.
"Yeah," George said with a nod before covering Clay's ears, leaning over his head. "I'm planning to give Clay a tour of London, but he doesn't know that yet," George stage-whispered before taking his hands off of the younger male's ears.
Clay frowned, shooting a glare at George. “What’d he say??”
”Don’t worry about it,” Will said with a chuckle, smirking. Clay rolled his eyes and chuckled, leaning closer to George’s side.
George grabbed Clay's hand, looking out the window of the Uber. He checked the time, hoping they would get there soon. The weather said it was supposed to start snowing mid-afternoon, and it was pretty much mid-afternoon.
“When are you gonna tell me where we’re going?” Clay asked in anticipation, tapping his foot against the floor board of the car.
"When we get there," George answered with a chuckle, looking over to him. "It'll be worth the wait, I promise."
“Okay,” Clay whined with a chuckle, leaning against George’s side and resting his head on his shoulder.
"We should be almost there," George said with a chuckle, wrapping an arm around Clay's shoulder. George then saw a few snowflakes flutter down from the sky. A smile spread onto his face, looking over to his boyfriend. "Hey, baby, look outside,"
Clay looked out the window and gasped, leaning closer. “Dude, it’s snowing,” he said with a bright smile. “I don’t think I’ve actually ever seen snow up close before.”
"Yeah? And you'll get to see fresh snow as well, which is the best kind," George said with a chuckle.
Clay smiled, continuing to stare at the falling snow.
George chuckled, starting to recognize the city of London. "Hey Clay?"
“Mhm?” Clay hummed in response, looking over at George.
"Welcome to London," George said with a smile, nudging over to the window with his chin.
Clay stared out the window in awe, smiling. “Damn, this is so cool,” he breathed in awe, leaning against George.
"Isn't it?" George said with a chuckle as the Uber driver pulled off to the side of the road, allowing them to get out. George thanked him, climbing out.
Clay climbed out after George, grabbing his hand. “It looks so cool with the snow falling,” he said, looking around in awe.
"It does," George said with a nod, intertwining their fingers together. "So, what do you want to see first?"
“I don’t really know,” Clay said with a chuckle, looking around. “Honestly I don’t really know many places here in London we could go see.”
"Wanna just start walking?" George said with a chuckle, watching his boyfriend with a growing smile on his face.
Clay nodded, looking over at George with a smile. -
"Alright," George said, starting to walk down the sidewalk. "Oh! This is where Tommy, Wil and I met up with KSI!" George exclaimed, pointing down the ways.
“Oh yeah, I remember from the vlog,“ Clay said with a chuckle, nodding.
"And there's the radio tower," George said, pointing to a building a few yards away from them.
Clay looked over with a smile, gently squeezing George’s hand.
"Big ben's also pretty close to here," George said with a smile, looking over to Clay. "Wanna start going there?"
“Yeah,” Clay said with a smile, nodding.
"Ooh, okay," George said, turning down a road. "Then I could show you Buckingham palace," George said, looking over to Clay.
”Home of the Queen,” Clay said with a chuckle, following close beside George.
"Yes, indeed," George said with a chuckle, checking his phone for a moment before turning down another road.
Clay rubbed his hands together, stuffing them his his pockets as they walked. “Man, I really wish I hadn’t forgotten my gloves,” he mumbled.
"You forgot your gloves? Clay, it's like, fifteen degrees out," George said, furrowing his eyebrows and looking over at him.
“I didn't mean to forget them,” Clay muttered, pulling his hands out of his pockets and rubbing them together.
George sighed, taking his gloves off. "On a scale of one to ten, how cold are your hands?"
“Uh, five, six maybe?” He said, putting his hands in the pockets of his jacket. “I think I’m fine, though.”
"Wait, give me your hand," George stated, reaching out for Clay's hand.
Clay pulled his hand out of his pocket, letting George take his hand.
George took his hand out of his glove, grabbing Clay's hand and frowning at how cold it was just to the touch. "Can you feel my hand like, normally?"
“Uh, kind of?” Clay replied, wincing slightly when George’s hand made contact with his own,
George furrowed his eyebrows together, pressing his lips into a straight line. "Jesus Christ-" He muttered, inspecting his hand. "This is actually how you could get frostbite,"
“Well I’m sorry I have the brain of a goldfish and forgot my gloves,” Clay muttered, stuffing his hands back in his pockets.
"I'm sorry, it's fine," George said, sighing and pulling out his phone and calling an Uber. "Are your hands in pain?"
“Kind of,” he mumbled admittedly, glancing over at George.
"Okay, we're going home then," George said, exhaling and looking over at Clay. His expression softened and he smiled a little bit, pressing a kiss onto his cheek.
Clay smiled slightly, exhaling. “Sorry for kind of ruining your plans,” he mumbled, looking down at the ground.
"It's okay, we can do this another day we're here," George said with a sympathetic smile, checking his phone.
Clay crouched and sat down on the sidewalk, resting his chin on his knees.
George furrowed his eyebrows slightly, sitting down next to him. "You okay?"
“Yeah, just feel bad I ruined our day,” Clay replied, glancing over at George. “And my hands are still freezing and I don’t like it.”
"Do you want my gloves for the time being?" George asked, tilting his head slightly.
“I-“ Clay spoke before he cut himself off, nodding.
George smiled, chuckling quietly and pulling off his gloves. He handed them to Clay and stuffed his hands in his pockets, making sure they didn't stay out in the cold for too long.
Clay grabbed George’s gloves, sliding them onto his hands. He smiled, leaning against George’s side.
George smiled, pressing a kiss onto Clay's head. A few moments later the uber arrived, and and George stood up, holding out his hand to help Clay up.
Clay took George’s hand and stood, getting into the car.
The driver asked them to buckle up, also offering a friendly greeting and commenting on the weather as they drove off.
Clay buckled and leaned against George, resting his head on his shoulder.
George pressed a kiss onto his head, watching him with a smile. "How're your hands feeling?"
“They’re alright,” Clay said with a shrug. “Still pretty cold. Kind of hurt when I move them.”
"Feeling any better than before?" George asked, lifting his head.
“Yeah,” Clay replied with a short nod, exhaling. He sidled closer to George’s side, closing his eyes for a moment.
"That's good," George said with a small smile, wrapping an arm around Clay's shoulders.
Clay smiled and nuzzled George’s neck, leaning into his side.
"Are you guys together?" The driver asked, almost making George want to laugh. "Yeah, we are," He said with a chuckle instead.
Clay chuckled quietly, lifting his head. He pressed a short kiss on George’s cheek, humming in content.
"Oh, good for you guys," The driver said, turning his head for a split-second and flashing a friendly smile. George smiled back, turning to Clay and pressing a kiss onto the younger male's cheek.
Clay smiled, wrapping an arm around George’s waist and curling close to the brunette.
George chuckled quietly, resting his head on the headrest behind him and holding Clay close. They arrived back at George's apartment shortly, thanking the driver and bidding him farewell. George climbed out of the car, waiting for Clay to come out before closing the door behind them.
Clay climbed out after George, saying his goodbyes to the driver. He grabbed George’s hand, following him to his apartment.
George walked into his apartment, sliding off his shoes and walking into the kitchen. "How do your hands feel?" He asked Clay, looking over to the dirty blonde.
“Still kind of hurt,” Clay responded, taking off the gloves.
"Are they still really cold?" George asked, walking over and gently holding one of his hands.
“They’ve warmed up a bit, but yeah,” Clay added with a nod, wincing slightly at the contact.
"They're probably gonna hurt as they warm up," George said, letting go of Clay's hand. "Come sit down," He requested, walking over to the couch.
Clay followed George, sitting down on the couch.
"Do you wanna watch something while they warm up?" George asked.
“Sure,” Clay replied, running a hand through his hair. He hugged his legs to his chest, resting his head on his knees.
George played a random show, over to Clay and wrapping an arm around his shoulders.
Clay smiled and leaned closer to George, resting his head on his shoulder.
"I love you," George said with a smile, pressing a kiss onto his head.
“I love you too~” Clay said with a smile, turning his attention to the show.
George smiled, looking over to the show and resting his head atop of Clay's.
Clay let out a quiet yawn, reaching and pulling a blanket over him and George as he leaned close to the brunette.
George smiled, wrapping his arms around the dirty blonde. "Do your hands feel any better?" He asked quietly, looking down at the dirty blonde.
“Yeah, they’re warming up,” Clay replied with a nod, smiling at George.
"That's good," George said with a smile, pressing a kiss onto Clay's forehead and turning back to the show.
Clay smiled and hugged George’s waist, sidling close to him as he watched the show.
George exhaled, rolling his suitcase over to the door of his apartment, slipping his shoes on. "Well, goodbye again, apartment," The brunette said with a chuckle, running a hand through his hair. "Do you have everything, Clay?"
“Yeah, I think so,” Clay replied with a nod, following George with his suitcase in one hand. He slipped his shoes off and walked outside, pulling his hood over his head.
"That's good," George said, nodding. He checked his phone quickly for when their escort would be here. "I mean, we had fun here, right? Although what we came here for didn't result well, the rest of it was good?"
“Yeah, definitely,” Clay replied with a nod, smiling.
"That's good," George said with a smile, reaching for Clay's free ha -
nd. "What was your favorite part?"
“Uh, the stream with Tommy and Will was really fun,” Clay said with a chuckle, putting his hands in his pockets. “Kind of sad we couldn’t go visit Big Ben and see Buckingham Palace.”
"We'll come here again, don't worry," George said with a sympathetic smile, looking over as their driver arrived. He put their luggage in the trunk, climbing into the car.
Clay walked over and climbed in after George, buckling up.
The driver offered him a friendly greeting, not starting any conversation otherwise. George buckled up, leaning onto Clay and resting his head onto the taller man's shoulder.
Clay smiled and wrapped an arm around George’s shoulder, running a hand through his hair.
George smiled, sidling close to Clay and humming quietly in content.
Clay listened to George’s humming, pressing a kiss on his head.
George picked up his head again as they reached their destination, thanking the driver and climbing out after Clay, going to grab their luggage.
Clay grabbed his suitcase, grabbing George’s hand and making their way into the airport.
George smiled, looking over to Clay as they walked inside.
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Clay seated himself, once again claiming the window seat. ”I’m definitely gonna need a nap,” he said with a chuckle, leaning back in his seat.
"I will definitely join you," George said with a chuckle, sitting down next to him.
Clay chuckled, grabbing George’s hand and gently squeezing it.
George smiled, resting his head onto Clay's shoulder and looking out the window.
Clay glanced over at George and smiled, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and pressing a kiss on his head.
The engine rumbled, signaling they were ready to go. The plane pulled away from the airport, moving over to the runway. "We're taking off," George said in an excited whisper, his smile growing larger.
Clay chuckled, leaning closer to George’s side. -
"Goodbye England," George muttered, peering out the window as they took off.
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Clay glanced out the window for a moment before looking back at George, pressing a kiss on his cheek.
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George smiled, lifting up his head and pressing a kiss onto Clay's cheek.
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Clay smiled, hugging onto George and nuzzling his neck.
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"I love you," George said quietly, wrapping his hands around Clay and placing his head on top of Clay's.
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“I love you too,” Clay replied with a smile, curling closer to George.
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George hummed quietly, letting his eyes flutter shut. He rubbed Clay's arm gently with his hand, pressing a kiss onto the younger male's head.
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Clay smiled in content and closed his eyes, quietly yawning as he loosely hugged onto George.
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