so american~
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Thread Topic: so american~
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Clay moaned softly as he kissed George back, squeezing his ass again.
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George let out a soft noise of pleasure, pulling away. “Hey, let’s save this for the bedroom, huh~? We’re almost home-“
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“Isn’t your mom home, though?” Clay asked, pressing another kiss on George’s lips.
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“Mm, yeah,” George hummed, kissing Clay back for a second. “We’ll just have to be sneaky~ or we can wait until she’s gone for work- or go to another party.”
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“Maybe we should wait until she’s gone for work? I think I’m to tired to f--- tonight,” Clay said, chuckling softly. “I wouldn’t mind making out a little more before I pass out~”
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George giggled a little, admiring Clay for a moment. “As much as I would love that, I think you need to just lay down and watch a movie and pass out.”
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“Mm, yeah, that’s probably a good idea,” Clay replied, chuckling softly. He took another hit of his inhaler, humming quietly.
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“She has work tommorow, so we don’t have to wait long~” George said with a giggle, squeezing Clay’s hand.
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“Mm, that’s good~” Clay replied, chuckling softly as he leaned into George’s side more. He rested his head on his shoulder, rubbing his hand with his thumb.
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George pressed a kiss onto Clay’s head, smiling softly. They made it to George’s house, unlocking the door and heading inside. “What are you lot doing back here already?” Chloe asked from the same spot she was before. “Party was ass,” George said simply, starting to pull Clay up the stairs. “Clay, how do you deal with him??” Chloe called with a chuckle.
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“Don’t know~” Clay joked, chuckling softly. He followed George upstairs and into his room, yawning as he walked over to his suitcase. He pulled out some pajamas, pulling off his jacket.
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“Hey!” George said, glaring playfully at Clay. He moved over to where he shucked the sweatpants he had worn before, taking off his jeans and pulling the sweatpants back on. “This sweatshirt is really comfy, I don’t think you’re ever getting this back.”
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“Mm, I don’t mind- I’ll just steal one of yours, then~” Clay said with a chuckle, changing into a pair of sweat shorts and pulling off his shirt.
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“Go for it,” George giggled, moving over and splaying his hands on Clay’s bare torso. “Damn, you really have been staying in shape, huh~?”
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Clay blushed bright red, chuckling softly. “I mean, I kinda have to, for football,” he replied, gently grabbing George’s hands and resting them in his hips. He hummed softly and wrapped his arms around the brunette’s neck, swaying side to side a little. He kissed his nose, smiling.
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