so american~
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“b----, I literally agreed to making out later, you’re fine,” George said with a groggy laugh, cracking his eyes and turning his head to try and look at Clay.
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“Sorry, I’m just nervous, I guess,” Clay replied with an awkward chuckle, pressing another kiss on George’s neck. “I don’t want to ruin this, I guess…”
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“Don’t worry about it,” George said, his voice slightly low and scratchy. “I’ll tell you if you don something wrong, okay?” He said softly, laying his head back down again.
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if you’re doin*
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Clay nodded, chuckling softly. He pressed his body closer against George’s, continuing to kiss his neck.
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“Okay, okay,” George said with a chuckle, turning his head again to look at Clay. “I don’t want your mom thinking this is weird- speaking of, what time is it?”
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“No clue,” Clay replied, pulling away from George a little. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, checking the time. “It’s almost noon,” he spoke, pocketing his phone. “Mm, I wanna cuddle more, though~”
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“Can we go inside, then? I’m gonna get sunburnt-“ George whined quietly, sitting up a little bit.
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“Pfft- Damn, just from laying out here?” Clay teased, pressing a kiss on George’s cheek before sitting up. “But yeah, that might be comfier anyways. You wanna lay in my room?”
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“Eh, can we go to mine? I don’t feel like going up the stairs-“ George whined with a chuckle, begrudgingly sitting up.
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“Sure, anywhere’s fine,” Clay replied with a smile, rubbing George’s back for a moment. He kissed his neck once before moving off the hammock, standing and stretching.
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George hummed quietly, groaning as he stood and subconsciously leaned against Clay. “I didn’t kick you, did I?” He asked as they walked into the house.
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“Not that I can remember, no,” Clay replied with a chuckle, wrapping his arm around George’s shoulder as they walked to his room. “Honestly, I probably wouldn’t feel it if you did, I’m a pretty heavy sleeper as well-“
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“Now what are you two doing?” Clays mom asked as they walked inside, her hands on her hips. “Uh, nothing, Clays gonna help me homework,” George said, quickly shoving Clays hand off his shoulder.
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“Yeah, he’s really bad at Math, so he begged me to help him~” Clay teased, nudging George’s side with his elbow.
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