lavender //dnf//

6

George awoke and immediately felt his head pounding. He wanted to sit up, and refocus his vision, but that small desire disappeared when he felt the figure laying next to him. Clay laid right beside him, with his arms snaked around George's waist and legs intertwined with each other. George felt completely sober now, but could only partially remember the night before. He brought Clay's duvet over his face, it smelled of lavender.

George shuffled around a little, being as quiet as he could so he wouldn't wake Clay, but he didn't move the sleeping male's arm or leg from being tightly wrapped around his body. George could feel Clay's warm breath on the back of his neck, and he felt as though he'd never been this comfy before.

About twenty minutes later, Clay awoke. "George, are you awake?" He mumbled, picking his head up and slightly sitting up in bed.

"Mmmhhhhhmnnn," was George's slow reply. He copied Clay and they sat up in bed together, against the wooden headboard.

Clay burst out laughing, "I've never seen you like that, holy shit you were wasted," he said, wheezing in between every few words.

Does he remember? He was just drunk, George. Stop it.

George slapped his hand against his forehead out of embarrassment, forgetting he head a headache. "My head hurts." Confusing questions stayed unanswered in his head, and he couldn't help but talk to Clay about them. He was scared that he had done something stupid, or exposed himself in a weird way, perhaps making Clay uncomfortable. There was one thing that George could remember, and that was Clay's touch.
"What happened last night? What did I do? Tell me everything."

Dream turned to look at George who now had his head in a pillow. "Well...we drunk loads, you drunk a little too much, and we ordered...pizza I think. Then we played cards, and I won every game. We watched you climb on the kitchen counters and try to balance a glass on your head, and other dumb things. And then we sat in the living room, where-"

George had lifted his head now, and was curious as to what Clay was about to say.

"You remember, George," Clay winked.

George could remember the urge that he had gotten to kiss Clay. It had been such a strong urge, but it had been the dirty blond who had brought it up.

Motherfucker. George thought. He knows what he's doing to me.

George nodded, "Y-yeah, " he stuttered nervously. How did this man make him feel so flustered almost 100% of the time? Especially when they were this close, skin touching.

Clay turned his head and looked at George, "we'll finish that conversation later."

The day flew by extremely quickly, George had fallen back asleep shortly after that conversation and had taken some Advil to relieve his headache. Clay and Nick had spent most of the day in the living room, leaving George some space to recover. George had awoken at around 4pm, and had then proceeded to scroll through his phone and edit a new video for hours, until the time struck 10pm.

Nick and Clay burst into the room, making George almost throw his phone and laptop.
"Oh my God, what?!"

"We're going for a late-night drive, cmon," Clay announced, and Nick was beaming with happiness.

George hadn't been on a late-night drive in what felt like years. The last time he had was in high school with his old friends- he remembered feeling free. George jumped up from the bed, completely forgetting about his hangover and pulling the hood of Clay's hoodie off of his head, exposing his ruffled, chocolate hair.

"Let's go," George said, running out of Clay's room and heading for the front door.

Nick and Clay chased after him, "jesus christ, we thought you'd refuse to get out of bed!" Nick laughed loudly, almost tumbling over.