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George wakes up in his bed, all dressed up with a hoodie a bit loose on his body and pyjamas. He stands up and a pang of pain on his back and ass hits him. He hisses in pain, and notices that Clay isn't next to him. He goes to the kitchen and he was greeted by Clay, sitting on the couch. When he closes the door, Clay looks at him, and the look of Clay fucking broke George. 
                          
Clay looked like he didn't sleep. The dark bags under his eyes gave him away. Clay didn't smile at him or greet him, he just whispered, "Sit down, George." in a deep voice. 
                          
George was fucking scared. 
                          
George sits down next to him, and Clay stands up and kneels in front of George. George's heart sped up, and he starts thinking what he could've done for Clay to be this serious. Clay holds his hand and looks at him in the eye. 
                          
"Why did you take those pills last night, George?" Clay asks, and George was silent. He continues, "I told you, I was tired. You were fucking wild last night, like a bitch in heat." George looks away and Clay grabs his chin to force him to stare at his eyes. "I'm sorry, Clay." He says in the most sincere voice he could muster. 
                          
"You need to be punished. I'm not gonna fucking touch you for a week." Clay stands up, and George's heart drops. Clay walks towards the door and goes out. George didn't have the heart to chase after him, so he lays down on the couch. He tries to remember what had happened last night. 
                          
Realization hit him like a truck.


                          
The knock on the door and Clay's worried voice can be heard which made George halt his actions. He was so close to cumming, and so he pushes his fingers deeper, moaning so loud that Clay's voice had been overpowered by his own. Clay realizes what's happening, so he forces the door know open, bursting through the door, only to find George bent over the sink, panting. 
                          
"You took a pill, George?!" He says in disbelief. George looks back at him, face flushed, fingers deep inside him and he nods.  Even when Clay was tired, the sight of George spent out and bent over the sink with his fingers wet and thrusting inside him gave Clay a boner. George's beautiful face had been painted with white and tears.
                          
"Clay, please," George begs, whining as he takes out the fingers out of his hole. Clay was fucking hard, he pulls down his pants and holds his cock, and with no hesitation he pushes it inside George. 
                          
George feels so full, the itch in him has been fulfilled, his ass was on fire as Clay thrusts inside, thankful that he stretched himself. 
                          
"Ah, Clay, fuck-please," George begs, Clay thursts faster, the sound of skin to skin and their moans echoed in the bathroom. 
                          
"You're gonna regret this tomorrow, George." Clay says as he releases.





                          
George laid in the couch the whole afternoon. He waited for Clay to come back. He knew that he was mad, but he couldn't help but think about what might happen. Surely, Clay wouldn't leave him just because he didn't do what he was told. 
                          
It was 3 in the afternoon and George decided to take a shower and stream after. Once he got in the bathroom, he takes off his clothes and notices the marks all over his body. Bite marks, scratches and hickeys. Even his neck was decorated with purple marks. Clay really went overboard with the marks. Even when they had sex every night, it was an unspoken rule that they don't put marks on places visible, but even if George wears a hoodie, these marks will be seen. He blames himself even when it was Clay's fault for the marks. George took a warm bath to ease the pain of his back. Some parts of his skin burned with the soap, it was probably the scratches. 
                          
When George was done, he goes back to his room and gets dressed up. He wears a turtle neck sweater to hide at least some of the marks. He boots up his computer and goes live. 
                          
For two hours, George was able to talk to his friends and interract with his fans. The amount of donation was twice more this time. He was able to evade questions that are too personal, most of which are about him and Clay. It was like a party, George and his friends which consisted of Nick and Bad, one of his most close friends. Callahan was also worried so he joined the call, only to reply through chat. Typicall Callahan. The kids also joined, Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo. They were able to light up the atmosphere whenever Nick would asks serious questions to George. They would joke around and twist Nick's questions. Jack Manifold, Wilbur and Niki were there, too. Like a reunion. Everyone was there. They were able to set up a plan, a meet up, probably in a month or two. If it was in a month, the closest people near George, Wilbur, Jack, Tubbo, Tommy and Niki would be able to meet George; and Alex-- who was gonna meet George in a month. It was exciting, getting to plan a meet up with everyone else. The others would just have to clear their schedules and fly to England to meet George. It was weird, they could've chosen to go to North Carolina where Karl was, probably participate in Mr. Beast's videos since Jimmy had been begging them to join for a video or two. It was a lot of planning, and by the end of the stream, their meeting was done, they were gonna meet in a month. 
                          
George had a lot of fun talking to his friends after a week of no contact. And for two hours of stream, he didn't even thought of Clay--who didn't visit him the whole day. The last time he saw Clay was hours ago, and his mind wasn't even forcing him to go out of his room and go to Clay's. It was, again, confusing.