[TW: Mention of the dead, nudity, self-loathing, anxiety, panic attacks.]
MENTION: THERE IS THE SOUNDING OF AN EATING DISORDER. BUT IT IS NOT.
Saturday morning came and it was silent. Nobody dared to open their mouths. George and Anna sat on one side of their mom. While Karl and Carolina sat on the other. They were at the funeral for his grandma. Everyone in the room was surprised that she had passed away. The lady was healthy and as fit as an older person was going to be. But what happened and nobody could do anything to change that. The coffin was open so you could see her face. George couldn't stand to look at her lifeless face. He had looked down at the marbled floor for more than half of the funeral.
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Clay looked up at his mother who was cuddling him on the couch. She promised that she would stop drinking and so far it was working. The smell still stitched the house, but at least there were no bottles to be seen. Though there was this feeling that he had in the middle of his gut that told him something bad was going to happen. He just didn't know if it was have something to do with him or his mother.
Frankly, he didn't wanna find out.
"George's grandma passed away on Tuesday..." His mother spoke in a soft voice as she ran her slim fingers through his hair. Clay froze and looked up at her, "Why didn't you tell me this soon?" She would already see the look of worry on his face. She knew that he cared for George in a very special way. She liked George, he was a very sweet and kind boy. He brought out the not-shy version of her son whenever he was around him.
"I just found out. His mom told me about an hour ago." She gave him a small smile. "So honey calm down." If you could smell worried, you would be suffocating from the worry that formed around the blond-haired male. If this was the grandma he thought it was then he knew that there was going to be some hell to get through. Clay knew all of these things because George told him. But, George also told him that he hasn't told him everything. He told Clay that there are family things that he talks to his grandma about. He said that she helps him get through hard times where things get rough out whenever he is uncertain about something.
Clay's heart hurt just thinking about the pain that George must be feeling. The feeling was the same one he felt after he came home from the sleepover. When he remembered that his father had passed away... He had forgotten that that had even happened.
Two funerals from close families, as of whom were not related.
It was a mystery to Clay.
But, he didn't think too far into it because he could be thinking something crazy. Too crazy to be true.
Which he was.
It was purely a coincidence that two people were now dead.
"Can you bring me over there tonight? I wanna make sure George is okay." His mom smiled at him and nodded her head. "I can do that later. I just don't know what time they will be back home... I'll text or call his mom to ask."
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After the sermons came to an end, family members got up and talked about her life. They told funny stories, sad stories, and some were too inappropriate to have been said in church but they were away. George had thick tears running down his wet cheeks. What was he going to do now? What was he going to do everyone weekend? Why was it her? Those questions ran through his head.
All the thoughts were pushed away by arms wrapping around his torso. He looked down to see Anna hugging him. She looked just as distraught as he did. He laid his arms gently around her head. It broke his heart to see his sister so sad.
And Anna was never said.
It was a whole new feeling as he witnessed something he'd never before.
After the funeral, everyone gathered to eat. Different family members brought different kinds of food to eat. Even friends of the family did that too. George sat next to Karl, who had barely anything on his plate.
"Karl are you okay?" George whispered to him. Karl slowly looked over and shook his head. "I want to eat. But I just can't, I feel like I'm too sad to eat something." He looked down at the food he grabbed. Then he looked back at George. "It looks so good too..." There was a point where George could get where Karl was coming from. He didn't want to eat anything either. He wanted to get home and then eat, but people took time into making all the food and he wasn't going to let it waste away.
When George's makeshift family got home, they kicked off the back shoes. It was quiet as they entered the house, which wasn't normal as someone would always say something. But today there was nothing that needed to be said. Nobody wanted to say anything.
That was until George walked up to his bedroom with Karl. They looked at each other, then sighed.
"What a day..." Karl said in a soft voice. He didn't want it to seem like he didn't care about George's grandma. He did care about her, he had known her for years.
"I know..." Sadness filled the air with one breath.
Silence once again filled the air between them. They glanced at each other then looked away as they began pulling clothes out of the drawers.
They didn't talk to each other because what was there to even say?
George walked into the bathroom and pulled off the black dress clothes that he would grow to hate. There was nothing that could make this day better.
Nothing at all.
About a week later...
He had set the PJs that he grabbed out of the closet on the counter. Then he walked over to the shower and turned it on. There was this soft noise of water running that filled the silent room. George looked at his reflection in the mirror.
He wasn't looking at himself to judge. He wasn't going to name every flaw that he had wrong on his body. He wasn't going to tell anyone or himself anything. All he wanted to do at this moment was to just think.
Think about what?
To think about life.
He had so many questions and there was so little time he had to have them answered and now it was too late.
George let out a long sigh before he walked over to the door of the shower.
But stopped as there was a knock on the door. He turned around and grabbed a towel out from underneath the bottom of the sink. He wrapped his towel around himself like a dress and made sure nobody could see anything. Then he unlocked the door and pulled it open a bit.
"Clay?" George's voice cracked.
He was more than surprised to see Clay standing in the doorway. The door was opened up a bit more seeing as it wasn't a female he had to worry about.
"Hey." The taller dirty blond-haired male whispered back. George noticed that Clay's blond hair was messy and there was a small red dot on the bridge of his nose. Taking a few steps forward, George reached up and fixing a few defiant strands. "Hi..." George looked down and at that moment remembered that he was going to take a shower. He could feel his face heat up. "... I have to go take a shower. So, wait in the room I shouldn't be too long." George backed
"I want to take a shower with you."
In no way whatsoever was that a shy thing to say. George stepped back in shock, his flustered face became redder than it already had was.
Clay placed a hand over his mouth, "I didn't mean it like that." He turned around, making sure that George couldn't see his embarrassed face.
George looked down at the floor. He was embarrassed as it was, getting that question asked to him was just random. But maybe it was a good thing he offered.
The taller boy took a step away which caused the shorter male to reach out and grab him. "Take a shower with me." He yelled out loudly. Louder than it had to have been said.
George could hear Clay choke. The blond turned around and covered his eyes. "God..." George watched his lips move. "You didn't have to yell that so loud." It was obvious that Clay was embarrassed. George pulled him into the bathroom and locked the door.
There had been no smile on Georges's face throughout the whole conversation. He was not looking for a distraction from life. He didn't wanna forget what happened. He just wanted to be close to someone whether that was his mom, Anna, Karl, Caroline, or Clay. He didn't wanna feel more alone than he has already been feeling.
"You can stay in here and wait or you can get in." Slowly Clay's hands dropped from his face. They made eye contact before Clay reached down and grabbed the hem of his shirt. He pulled it above his head.
Surprisingly there was only the faint outline of abs that covered his stomach.
George watched the male who was in front of him. Drop the shirt onto the ground and reach for the hem of his pants. In a panic, he spun around and faced the other way. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Clay in the mirror.
"You know I can see you watching me." Clay's voice caused George to jump and move his eyes away from the mirror. "I was not watching you." George slowly moved the towel down his body exposing his back. "Now hurry up. I want to get in the shower." There was a quick rattle of movement and the clothes were dropped in front of George, signaling that Clay was naked.
Clay was naked.
George was hesitant to let the towel fall onto the ground. "I won't look." Clay poked Georges's back softly with his index finger. There was only the sound of water hitting the hard plastic flooring. "Close your eyes." George let out a soft sigh and draped the towel over the towel rack. He looked in the mirror and saw that his eyes were closed. That made this a little bit easier to deal with on George's part.
George walked to the shower door and slid it open. He turned his head around and saw that Clay still had his eyes closed. He walked back to Clay with his eyes closed. Having his hand out in front of him so he didn't run into him completely.
"Sorry if I touch you," George said as he walked towards Clay.
There was a small laugh, "I see how it is. George, I can play your game too." Fingers intertwined with Georges's fingers. In a shocking moment, he opened his eyes. To see that Clay had his closed. "What game are you talking about? I didn't want you to get scared if I touched your chest or face or somewhere on your neck area." He turned around and walked to the shower. George just kept his eyes open as there was no reason he had to close them. "Drag your feet on the ground until you come to something that hits your toes then step over it."
Clay had followed George's hand pulls. With a high success rating, he made it into the shower without a scratch. George closed the door behind them. Both of them were enveloped in warm steam, hot water trickled onto their bodies. They let their hands fall to their sides.
"Hot showers are the best," Clay muttered as he stepped a bit closer to George. He wanted to take part in more of the warmth. George let out a soft sigh as the water hit his skin. "Clay, you know I'm not taking a shower. I'm just in here because it's warm and the water is nice." George whispered above the running water basking in the water. "It didn't matter to me what you were doing. I still would have asked." Clay hummed, then added, "I came over here to comfort you. I knew how much she meant to you and I didn't want you to be alone." Truth be told Clay did not have his eyes closed. He was looking at the back of his shorter best friend's neck. "I could make a very inappropriate joke off of that but I don't feel like making one right now."
They were just standing there in the hot water for a good 2 minutes. Not minding how they looked or what they doing.
Before a deflated George turned around. Clay wasn't expecting it but he got his eyes shut before George could see. "That's what best friends are for." The blond joked. There was a soft cry, Clay opened his eyes back up and saw that George was crying. But he couldn't tell which were tears and which were water from the showerhead.
George looked up at Clay, he wanted to hug him and wrap his arms around him but he couldn't. This was some type of torture he was being put through. They were naked and had just gotten into the shower a few minutes beforehand. It would be pointless to get out now. But not only that, if both of the boys hug each other they could feel things that they don't want to. George was crying and wanted to hug his best friend.
Clay looked down and George, in a gentle motion Clay placed a hand on the older boy's cheek. Without any hesitation, the crying George placed his hands on top of Clay's hand.
"I'm going to faint."
It was a few seconds later and Clay had caught George in his arms. His heart started to beat out of his chest. He picked up George and laid him on the bathroom floor. Then Clay went and shut off the shower.
'What do I do?!'
'What do I do?!'
'What do I do?!'
Were the exact thoughts running through his head at the moment. He was scared, in a panic, he glanced around the room looking for things that he could- No. Clay shook his head and covered George and himself with a towel. He ran over to the door and pulled it open then ran over to the bedroom door. Clay pulled that opens and yelled, "George just fainted!"
-
Four hours, four hours of waiting for George to wake up. Two and a half hours of waiting in a hospital waiting room. After that, George finally woke up.
The doctor came out with George -who was proudly wearing Clay's clothes-. The doctor informed George's mom that he had a very high stress level which was the reason why he fainted. At that point, his mom was not surprised that that was the reason. For one, his favorite grandma had passed away and he was dealing a lot with that. Not only that but he is a senior in high school and life after school is only going to get more challenging. There were so many factors that could be involved in why he had fainted.
After finishing up some paperwork and things like that, they were free to leave. The doctor said to keep him away from stress. If that's what the doctor says that what his mom was going to do. Right, when they got home she told George to go upstairs with Clay. She told them that they could do anything. But furthermore, she said she was going to run to the grocery store to get some things.
George and Clay looked at each other. "Is she acting weird to you?" Clay brought it up. On a normal basis that would be a good thing. "I was thinking that same thing." George agreed with his blond-haired bestie.
They walked inside and went up into the bedroom. Before they opened the door they could hear a loud moan come from inside. Without a second thought, George pushed open the door. Inside the room, Karl was leaning against the closet holding his little toe. A small laugh came out of Clay's throat and bubbled into the room. George looked over at Clay and playfully rolled his eyes. It was a very cute noise that he tried to hold back.
George would laugh... But he couldn't.
George's face fell into a frown as he walked over to his bed. The room was dark, nobody could see the change in his face. He looked down at the messy bed that he refused to make this morning. George had this built-up anger towards death. He hated that people have to die. He wished that they would just live forever with you. But that... That is just thinking a little bit beyond the box. He had to be realistic. There was nothing that was going to change in this world except change.
The dark brown-haired male fell forward onto his bed. He let out a long sigh, there was this feeling of sadness that overcame him.
"Is he okay?" Karl asked, "I know, he's not. But he fainted for no reason and he's never fainted before." There was a high tone of worry in his voice that was mixed with a bit of pain. Clay looked over at the older boy who was laying on the bed. Then he looked over at Karl. "Stress and being worried. There is a lot to it but he should be okay."
Clay walked over to George and slowly ran a hand up and down his back. "The doctor said that he shouldn't be stressed out right now. So mom has gone to get some things for him. We were told to watch a movie or... Well, we were told to do something but I don't remember." They let out a small laugh, Karl walked to the door and looked back at the two. "I'll leave you two alone. He needs someone and you here, so spend some time together." He gave Clay a bright smile. As Karl walked out of the room he closed the door.
George hadn't movie the whole time. The poor boy was extremely tired from everything that he has done. He was just lying there with his eyes closed. "George..." Clay whispered in a deep tone, leaning down closer to his ear. "Oh, George..." The sound was soft and gentle. Clay continued t rub a hand up and down the older boy's back. Clay rolled George over onto his back.
George opened his eyes to show that they had torn him them. He looked up at the dirty blond-haired teenager.
Before he could say anything, Clay spoke up first. "I know as much as I like you in my clothes, those are dirty and they need to be washed." George couldn't hold back from a teary-eyed smile. Then he rolled his eyes, "I'm trying to be sad here and you're not letting me, you big flirt." George reached up and wrapped his arms around Clay's neck. "Well, I wouldn't flirt with you if I knew you didn't like it." The blond-haired male pursed his lips and giggled quietly.
Clay moved more up onto the bed. George let go of his neck as he let the other male move with ease. George wiped his eyes with his hands. "I never said I didn't like it." George looked over at Clay. Clay looked over at the brown-haired male with a small smile. George sat up and pulled his knees to the edge of the bed. The younger male looked over at the older male with a smile. He reached over and grabbed onto the older male's shoulders. "I know you like it, babe." George grabbed the soft hands that were on his shoulder. He got up and sat down on his knees, then looked down at the blond in front of him. "Mmm, I love your hugs. Your sweet talk is too cute for me not to like it." George gave Clay a small smile then lifted his hands above his head. "Now, are you gonna dress me or am I gonna dress myself?" The older joked before getting on of the bed and walking over to t the dresser that was next to the closet. He wanted over and pulled open a drawer that had all his PJs in it. He pulled out a pair of shorts, then he pushed in the drawer and opened up the closet. George felt an arm snake around his waist. "I want one of your sweatshirts," Clay whispered into Georges's ear. George leaned his head back and rested it on Clay's chest and closed his eyes. The blond-haired male had a hot body and the brown-haired male loved the feeling. It took everything in his body to move away from the male. George reached for the biggest hoodie he owned and pried the older male's arm off of his waist. He walked over to the bed and set the sweatshirt and shorts down on the bed. George lifted his arms above his head as he pulled Clay's shirt off of him. Then he dropped it onto the floor. George looked over at Clay who was looking through his closet. George looked back down at the bed and grabbed the sweatshirt. He put it on and sat down on the bed. He continued to watch the younger male struggle with finding a sweatshirt.
"Lime, you don't need a sweatshirt. Just come and lay down... I wanna be sad and you are not letting me." George whined softly as he laid back on the bed. "But babe..." Clay whined back.
George reluctantly got up and pulled down his pants. He grabbed the shorts and pulled them on. He didn't wanna get up, but Clay was taking way too long for him to even begin to get comfortable. George walked over to the blond-haired make and wrapped his arms around his torso. "Hurry up and move already," George whined into Clay's back as the younger just stood looking in the closet. George felt a hand slide along his arms, "I get it, your a needy boy. But I'm trying to find some clothes for me to wear." George let go of him and walks to the dresser, leaning down he opened up the bottom drawer. "Clay, you know this. Your clothes are always in this drawer." There was this tone of worry that made its way into the room. George was concerned about his best friend.
Clay looked down and went, "I meant of yours."
George stared at him for a second then pulled out one of Clay's hoodies and PJ bottoms from the drawer. He tossed them up to the boy. "You were making me worried there for no reason." Clay smiled at him then walked over to the bed. George got up and walked over to Clay, "You're supposed to be helping me get rid of stress. Yet you're causing me some." George sat down on the bed and laid back. There was this quiet moment that they had as Clay was changing his clothes. Even though George didn't act like it he was sad. He had a right to be sad and with the younger male there, it just seemed impossible to be sad.
George was so zoned out in his thoughts, he didn't even notice that Clay laid down next to him. It took an almost poke to the eye to un-trance him. "What?" George breathed as he looked over at Clay who was looking back at him. "I had said I was done getting dressed, we can do whatever you want now," Clay responded sitting up, George hummed softly then sat up too. He leaned his head onto Clay's shoulder, "I wanna cry... But I can't. I feel as if I can't, yet I can't too." His voice was shaky.
Clay wrapped his arms around George, he felt his heart begin to hurt. "I know, I know... I know it hurts." The younger male whispered into the air. He felt pain from the sadness of his best friend.
"George, the doctor said that you need to relieve stress. I wanna help you do that. I don't want to witness you faint again. That scared me so much when you did that." Clay confessed. "I know you want to help me, you always do. But, I don't know what I want to do." He didn't know what he could say to the rest of that. George got up and stood in front of Clay, he placed his hands together and sighed. The older male reached out his hand, the younger male looked at his hand and then grabbed it. George pulled him up and wrapped his arms around him. Clay wrapped his arms around Georges's neck. "Why are you so sad?"
"You haven't been to football practice in a while, have you?" George spoke up softly ignoring the question. Clay chuckled loudly, "How did you know?" The younger make unwrapped his arms from the older males neck. Georges's hands slipped underneath Clay's sweatshirt, "I saw this morning when we were in the shower. You are losing your abs, the girls won't think you attractive anymore." George teased as he ran his hands around Clay's stomach.
Clay lifted his sweatshirt and showed his abs in full view. He looked down at them, "I guess. But what's the point of having them just to be attractive. Nobody knows I have them-or more so had them. So, what's the point of someone falling in love with me based on my looks?" George looked up at the younger male with a sigh, "You are attractive, the girls love a handsome face. But you, yours so damn shy the only girl you can talk to is Amelia." George laughed as he pinched one of Clay's nipples. The younger boy flinched and let out a little yelp.
"George!" He yelling holding in a laugh, holding a hand over his poor nipple. George laughed lightly, "What? Your not shy around me. You're a huge flirt, you can't resist my touch, and we cuddle or hug all the damn time. If anything the girls would kill me for this position."
The older shrugged and pulled down his sweatshirt.
"And you say I'm a huge flirt? What are you doing right now?" Clay raised an eyebrow looking at George. George looked at him and rolled his eyes, "Don't turn this on me, young man. You are the one who is a big flirty boy."
Clay sat down on the bed with his legs hanging off of it. "Oh, George where are you? Babe... I wanna take a shower with you. Gogy, where did you put my underwear? That's what it will become one day." George mimicked Clay's voice, moving his hands along with his mouth. Clay was smiling softly throughout the whole show. He thought it was cute that George would act like that. It was like they were kids again, the way that they used to act was so different than the way they acted now. George was shy and quiet, while Clay was more outgoing and loud. The roles switched somewhere along the line, Clay became the shy one and George became outgoing.
When George was finished he stared at Clay, he stepped forward and patted the blond head.
"You're an idiot." Clay breathed out before patting his lap. George looked down at his lap and then pushed Clay back on the bed. He sat down, placing his legs on either side of Clay's, having both legs between his. George looked down at Clay, then he rolled his eyes. Before Clay could respond George placed a finger over his soft lips. "Comfortable spot. How many girls have sat here?" Clay's face went beat red. George removed his finger and began to slide off of Clay's lap. But he was stopped by strong hands to his waist. The younger male sat up wrapping his arms around the older male's torso.
"You idiot." The younger male bruised his head into the older male's chest in embarrassment. George wrapped his arms around Clay's head and shook his head. "I can't believe you would call your best friend an idiot." George playfully scoffed.
"Well, you are! You know how many girls have been on me like you are now." Clay whined, hugging George's torso tighter. "One and two, if I count you." George flicked Clay's neck, not expecting the joke.
"Excuse me, but I am not a female."
Clay unwrapped his arms from Georges's torso. He looked up at him with a small smirk, "Then don't ask me how many girls I have had. I don't ask you how many guys you've gotten laid with."
George looked away, a slight blush crept up onto his face. He bit his lip softly as he began to get embarrassed.
Clay's eyes widened.
"No way!" George covered Clay's mouth the force pushed Clays back on the bed. George leaned over him with a red face.
"I have not, so don't think that!" George yelled in a loud voice. He was embarrassed that Clay would think something like that but... The sad thing is, he wasn't wrong. But it wasn't for the right reasons. Clay reached up and grabbed onto Georges's hands with a light grasp. "I wasn't judging, all I was was shocked."
The older male slightly relaxed with a sigh, "You scared me... I thought you meant it." George rolled off his lap, laying down next to him. "Well, I never said I was joking." There was silence between the two. It was ironic that they had to be not stressing over things and George was stressing out over what Clay said. George got up and walked to the bedroom door and opened it. There stood Karl, Anna, Caroline, and his mom. They stared at him with wide eyes. George closed the door again and looked back at Clay.
"I hate you so much right now." Tears filled Georges's eyes as he held the door handle. In a worried panic, Clay got up off of the bed and ran over to him. George didn't even bother to move away from him as his arms wrapped around him. George bruised his face into Clay's chest out of habit and bit onto his lip to suppress the noise that he could make. Clay slowly ran his hand up and down his back. "I know you don't mean that." Those words somehow made George start laughing. "Your right, I don't mean that... But you get cute when I say that. Your like a little puppy who needs his master's love. I don't mean that in a creepy way, just... You act as you need me all the time and when I said I didn't love you, you got all protective." George teased him. Clay broke the hug and looked down at him. "You're an ass." The blond-haired male rolled his eyes and pushed George up against the door. It wasn't a hard push, it was a light push. "At least I have one, unlike you." George shot back in a confident tone.
Clay put up his hands in a claw-like motion. "Where is the ass? Gimme gimme!" George busted out laughing as he ran away from the blond male. Clay chased after him, obviously not looking to grab Georges's butt, but just to act like children. "No Lime, please don't touch my butt!" The older male giggled. George circled around Clay in a tempting manner, then ran to the bedroom door. He pulled it open to see his family standing there. His smile didn't drop as he pushed through then. Clay followed in suit but was stopped by George's mom. "Please, use protection with my baby." She handed him a pack of condoms before she walked to her bedroom. Karl stood there in an enthusiastic shock. Anna and Caroline were mildly disgusted. They asked back to their bedroom and closed the door. Hoping that they could block out the noise that their other housemates are making.
Clay looked at the condoms and chuckled. "What does she take me for? His boyfriend or something?" Karl smiled at the blond-haired male then winked, "We all do. Babe." The fluffy brown-haired male skipped away into Georges's mother's room. There was a huge smile that was present on his face. Clay looked down at the pack of condoms again and rolled his eyes.
'We all do?'
Was one thought that ran through Clay's mind. The other thought was, 'Who are "we"?' Clay pushed himself out of his thoughts and ran down the steps, but before he did he tossed the pack of condoms into the bedroom without a second thought of them. It was a joke that Georges's mom thought would be funny, which it was. Clay was not going to lie, the joke was good and the time and place were perfect. But in the week that it was placed was not a good one.
Clay had been so into his thoughts that he didn't know where George had run off to. "George, where are you?!" Clay yelled in a playful tone, it echoed throughout the house. He looked around not really knowing where he should look.
George on the other hand, was quietly placed in a closet with his grandmother's cat, Mia placed in his lap. She was curled up in a little ball of black and white fur, looking like a little circular loaf of cat bread. Small purs emitted from her.
Honestly.
Adorable.
When she heard the scream, her little head poked up and looked a the closet door. But being the lazy cat that she was her head was again tucked into the warm floof of fur.
Once she felt comfortable she continued to our again.
"Oh, George~."
George looked up at the closest and hugged the cat close as he scooted away from the door slowly.
"Gogy, come out come out. I wanna get your ass." There was an evident laughable tone in his voice. With that being said, George held back his own small laugh. "I am looking for you, George..." There was a gapping noise that was made present getting closer and closer to the closet that he was in. The older male struck down into a compact ball underneath a rack. George let the cat go, but she didn't move too far as she just curled up at his feet. In a frantic second, the closet door was pulled open.
"I FOUND YOU GOGY!!" Clay yelled as he looked at the male who was underneath the rack. The cat got scared and ran out of the closet like a bat out of hell. Clay jumped back and got out of the cat's way. Mia didn't hurt anyone but she scared Clay. George turned his head and slowly slid down and slid over to get out from underneath the rack. But he didn't make it that far as he was pulled out of the closest then picked up and thrown over Clay's shoulder like a ragdoll. "You found me. Yeah..." George painfully cheered out in disappointment for losing to the younger blond. But there was nothing he could do about it. When it came to Clay he was the best one at finding people.
Clay carried George up to his bedroom and dripped the older male onto his bed. Then he walked over and grabbed the box of condoms.
"Your mom gave these to me. I think she wants us to produce a grandchild."
The fact that Clay could not say that without almost laughing made George happily burst out laughing.
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