Y O U R H O T L I N E

✼ice cream✼

TW///CW: Not considering this a smut chapter, but um... just so you know, clay is a bit horny
also, later on, Sylvia gets harassed.

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When Sylvia woke up to the sound of Clay moan, she was still on Clay's chest, but something was pushing on her. 

"Oh god, CLAY!" She said with a hint of disgust and amusement.

He whipped his head up and woke up, confused.

"Goddamnit, take a cold shower."

She was gesturing to the tent in his pants. He looked down and back up to her, unfazed.

"Don't you wanna know what I was dreaming about?" He spoke with a morning voice and winked.

Sylvia laughed, "Why would I want to know."

"Maybe you'd be curious. I dunno." He giggled.

He groaned in pain.

"You okay?" She asked, concerned.

He took a deep breath through his teeth, "You're pushing it down. Owww..."

"Oh my god, I'm sorry!" She got up quickly, "I thought they were supposed to feel good?"

He sighed in relief, "Depends...um... Is the door locked?"

"I already told you I'm not going to have sex with you."

He chuckled, "Worth a try."

"Are you just going to sit there?" She shooed him, "Go go!"

"Fine. But tell me if I'm too loud." He smirked.

Clay was going to be the death of her. She was very tempted to help him but didn't want to hold empty threats. Sylvia leaned back on the headboard and grabbed her phone. She could already hear him moaning.

She got up and walked over to the bathroom door, and banged on it.

He whined, "Sorry-uh!"

"Oh lord." She said under her breath.

He ended up not moaning but whimpering. Even hotter. Sylvia was really trying to hold herself back. She would never forgive herself. She plopped back down on the bed and covered her ears with a pillow till Clay emerged from the bathroom.

"That loud, huh?"

She looked up from under the pillow.

"Yeah, you're pretty annoying." She squinted at him.

His towel rested on his hips, just showing the v-line that she loved so much. His body glistened with the water drops still on it, letting her mind race to another time she saw him like that but without taking a shower.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." He laughed.

She flipped him off and looked away.

"So, the dream was about y-"

"AHT! SHUT UP!" Sylvia snapped her finger at him and blushed.

"You."

"Clay, shut up, right now. I will slice your nut sack open."

"Yeah?"

"I hate you so much."

"You might want to leave before I change unless you don't want to."

"I'll stay."

"Aight," He went to his suitcase to grab a dark plum-colored t-shirt.

He put it one in one swift movement. Sylvia looked away when he dropped his towel. He put on his glow squid boxers and then grey joggers. Sylvia looked back at him when he was putting his rings on. The chipped black nail polish went really well with it.