Separation Anxiety

Chapter Twenty-Four | Limits

"Probably not..."

He sighed as I continued tracing his scars until he grabbed my hand.

"Stop,"

He grumbled, still holding my hand. I sighed, pulling my arm away. I wanted to continue but I didn't want to invade his privacy. I instead wrapped my arms around his bare chest. He flinched, slightly uncomfortable with the touch.

"Clay..."

He looked up at me.

"George,"

I replied, smirking at him.

"Let me put back on my shirt before you do that,"

He grumbled, pulling my hands away. As soon as they were pulled off, I put them right back.

"Clay!"

He groaned, I held him tighter refusing to release him.

"Clay, no, come on!"

He complained, pulling my hands away, only for me to put them back, pulling him closer. I was a lot stronger in my arms, to the point that he couldn't pull my hands away anymore.

"Clay!"

George complained, I smiled up at him.

"You're warmer like this."

I blushed, He frowned then sighed, knowing that there was no way he could get my hands away.

"Fine, get up, we are getting under the blankets."

He sighed, and I smiled, liking this idea.

I refused to let go as he laid us down, pulling up the blanket so that it could cover his chest. I snuggled closer, wrapping myself around his warmth. He glared down at me, still very much uncomfortable with his scars. I decided to once again test his limits by kissing his chest. He pulled back ever so slightly, looking at me sternly.

"Don't do that."

He frowned, looking at me with that same stern expression.

"Don't do what?"

I was playing dumb now, I pulled myself back into him, looking deeply into his eyes.

"Don't do- oh forget it! You know what you did!"

He sounded slightly pissed, which was understandable. He was very uncomfortable in this position.

"No, I don't."

I smirked, still playing dumb.

"Don't kiss my chest,"

He whispered to me, not letting the mics hear us.

"Oh, this?"

I kissed his chest again, he pulled away, as far away as possible. my arms which were still wrapped around him wouldn't let him.

"Clay, what the fuck!"

He sounded angry, and it just made me laugh.

"Sorry do you not like it?"

I pouted.

"Clay, I-I'm self-conscious about my chest, It's a mess."

He pointed to the scars.

"They're what makes you beautiful."

I pulled him closer, kissing one of his scars.

"Clay!"

He complained.

"Please George, I love you, I love everything about you."

I pulled him into me, finding his lips almost immediately. I kissed him with passion, George tried to pull away, but I grabbed his hair, holding him there. I deepened the kiss, wanting to show George how much I really cared about him. He eventually relaxed, giving into the kiss. I finally pulled back, catching my breath.

"Clay..."

George whimpered quietly.

"Yes?"

I replied also quietly, seeing that we were whispering.

"Please... kiss me again..."

He begged, grabbing onto my shirt.

I smirked, before cupping his cheeks and kissing him once more. I let my hands drop to his neck pulling him closer. I was afraid he would pull away, but instead, he pulled me closer. I decided today would be the day I would test his limits.

And that I did....