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“Hard for you ? Can you imagine how hard it was for me ?”
George laughed, idly taking a swig of the opened coke in his hand as he listened to his roommate continue talking. A rumble of laughs was felt rather than heard against his back from the tall boy he was laying on against the end of the small couch.
“I had to comfort you hurting and then immediately turn to his dumbass who was constantly in a state of panic!” Sapnap continued, as an arm adjusted around the brunet busy on his phone. Clay started sputtering out excuses as George let himself snort again at the boys’ antics.
“ Listen , I was in the process of fucking literally everything up, I think I deserve some grace here-”
“-No you know who deserves the most grace? Me,” George interjected, tilting his head back to look the blonde in the eye and poke at his freckled cheek. “Not only did I have two boys I didn’t know were the same person, but I also had to pretend like Sapnap and Karl were definitely not in the middle of a thing every single day.”
It was Sapnap’s turn to blush as his cheeks heated up and his eyes rolled at the comment.
Shortly after the fateful night after the winter performance, Clay had become a staple at the duo’s dorm, always lingering somewhere around whether or not anyone else was there, and had practically started living in his boyfriend’s room. It only took a few days for Sapnap to start inviting one of his “close friends” over to watch shows or hang out with, and after about a week of knowing glances and side-eyes, it was Clay who had finally broken the ice and outright asked him about Karl.
He too started making an appearance very often in the tiny dorm, and they’d become a nice group. Sapnap had started the process of going to Karl’s more and more, though, the prospect of having more space rather than sharing the tiny bit they had was more than enough to get him up and out.
“We weren’t that obvious-”
“-You literally knew where my dorm was, how the fuck else would you know that?”
Clay snorted, hand moving to play at the hem of George’s hoodie as he spoke.
“Damn, at least I got Sapnap in on it so I had a good excuse as to why I knew where George was. C’mon, Karl, you didn’t even try.”
Another roll of his eyes prompted the brunet to turn in the taller’s arms, pressing his cheek against Sapnap’s chest with his arms crossed. Clay took the moment to smile down at the boy in his arms, and George felt like he was flying.
It was something he’d gotten used to the longer he was with the blonde. The feeling of soaring over towers with no fear of falling, tender adoration soaking him with each breath, it all became such a norm to him. Not to say he didn’t obsess over each time he had experienced it, no, quite the opposite, truly.
A stir in George’s stomach took him out of his trance, spurring on a groan as he turned his face into his boyfriend’s chest, strong arms securing around the new position of his waist as he did so. With a light laugh in his voice, Clay spoke.
“Yeah? What’s wrong, princess?”
He was met with a light hit to his chest as George tried his best to fight back the growing smile and laugh high in him.
“M’ starving, can we please order something?”
“We’ve ordered food the past, like, two days, George.”
Another groan came from him, with zero malice attached, as he pulled himself up the blonde’s body, arms looping around his neck to help.
“I don’t see the issue, Dream.”
The blonde continued to stare into him, and George took the opportunity to analyze the small waves framing his face. The face of the beautiful boy he’d fallen in love with what seemed like months ago, tanned skin with pink and red hues that only showed just for him, and freckles that were stars across the deep galaxy of his cheeks. He hadn’t noticed he’d zoned out until he felt a feather-light kiss to his jaw.
“Sweetheart?”
He almost melted into a puddle right then and there as he raised a hand to brush blonde waves out of Clay’s face taking another deep look into his eyes until Sapnap let out a loud retching noise.
“Get a room! One of you order pizza for all of us before you start sucking face in front of us.”
A loud laugh came from Dream as his grip on the brunet’s hips tightened, and George shifted to flip the pair on the opposite end of the couch.
“Let ‘em have a moment, I feel like they deserve it,” Karl said, yawning, face digging further into his boyfriend’s neck.
George let his hands run down Clay’s neck, landing in a tight grip with the tall boy’s hoodie. He’d idly noted the navy fabric against his own skin as the same one he’d been given by a mystery boy what seemed like ages ago. It gave him a sense of comfort and pride, knowing that he would forever have a piece of Clay with him, despite where he may be physically.
George smiled. Despite the room being filled with soft murmurs and the sound of the world, it would always just be him and Clay. That was something he’d never be able to forget.
“Are you done? You’re gonna die before classes even start again,” Clay said, feet clacking beneath him as he walked over to where George was doing cool-down stretches over the ballet barre. The brunet hummed in response, body aching with effort as he leaned over his right leg where it was propped up. No sounds were heard as George let his eyes close, before shifting his upper body into an arch away, only to be met with bright yellow eyes right in his face. He giggled, lightly tapping the blonde’s flushed cheek before readjusting and coming down from the barre.
“Yeah, yeah, says you , mister never-stops-drilling-timesteps.”
Big arms wrapped around his middle as he felt Clay bury himself into his shoulder.
“You and I both know that’s different.”
George turned his head out the floor-to-ceiling window, eyes darting across the city lights below. Clay shifted, turning the boy around in his arms to face him.
“Well, hello to you too,” George laughed, hands moving to rest on the blonde’s chest, fingers dancing over the black fabric of his shirt. A smirk fell across his face as his eyes narrowed, tilting his head so the pair was inches apart.
“You’re really pretty,” Clay mumbled against the smaller’s lips, teetering over and causing an arch in the ballet dancer’s back. The stretch was liberating to George as he hummed a laugh against the blonde, bright lights of the studio being unable to blind the brunet when a boy made of gold was hovering just above him.
Languidly, they fell together, lips molding into each other with a soft sense of infatuation and care. The lights below them had been something George had dreamed of since he was small, the dreams of living in a big city and performing until he physically couldn’t, being right there in front of him after years and years of yearning.
Only this time, he was sharing the melodies and stars with another boy clad in gold whose only desire was to spread his shine to those he loved.
Overwhelmed by love, George had found his place amongst pristine ballet shoes and a worn-out set of taps. He wouldn’t trade it for the world.