so american~
Thread Topic: so american~
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“Mm, I dunno about that~” Clay murmured with a smile, panting a little as he pressed their bodies together and kissed George again. “God, I wanna f--- you so bad-“ -
George moaned quietly into the kiss, pulling away after a moment. “Yeah, not happening,” he said awkwardly, chuckling as he tried to keep away bad memories.
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“Why not~?” Clay jokingly whined, moving his hands down to George’s ass and squeezing.
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George moaned quietly, titling his head back slightly and squeezing his eyes shut. “Just- no, it’s not happening.”
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Clay watched George for a moment, bringing a hand up and brushing his hair out of his face. “Is there a reason why, maybe?” He asked softly, resting his hand on his boyfriend’s cheek.
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George exhaled shakily, trying to block out the memories. “No- no, just kiss me, please,” he whined, trying to be convincing.
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“George-“ Clay spoke softly, moving off of George and laying beside him. “I get it if you don’t want to talk about it, I won’t push you to tell me- But, I think it may make you feel better if you talk about it. And no, I’m not just saying that so I can f--- you~” He added, chuckling softly.
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George opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling, his breathing starting to become erratic. “But- ugh, f--- me, oh my God,” he said angrily, moving his hands to cover his face.
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“Woah- Hey, George, take a deep breath,” Clay spoke softly, gently grabbing George’s hands and moving them from his face. “Hey, you’re okay- You don’t have to tell me if you’re not ready, I promise, hun-“
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“I just- you can’t, you can’t,” George said, looking fearfully over at Clay.
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“Baby, I won’t- Take deep breaths, okay? Do what I do-“ Clay spoke gently, getting George to sit up a little. He gently took his boyfriend’s hands, taking deep breaths and trying to get the brunette to copy him. “You’re gonna be okay, just breathe, hun-“
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George met Clay’s eyes, inhaling and exhaling along with him. “Im sorry- I’m sorry-“
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“Don’t apologize, George, you didn’t do anything wrong, I promise,” Clay spoke, gently rubbing the backs of George’s hands. “If anyone should be sorry, it’s me- I should’ve been more considerate and known you didn’t like that, I’m sorry-“
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“No- no, I’m just stupid, I’m sorry,” George said, letting out a quiet sob.
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“Baby, no-“ Clay spoke with a sad and sympathetic look on his face, wrapping his arm around George’s waist and hugging him close. “Please, it’s not your fault, I promise.” He exhaled softly, kissing his forehead. “Just- Please let me know if you ever want to talk about it, okay? Please don’t bottle it up, trust me, it never really ends well.”
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