Date Nite part 2

                                    

                                          



A.N. — Can't stop thinking about Kandyland kept calling George "y o r g e" during his Love or Host.
                          
y o r g e



                          
- back to the story -






                          
George was taken aback by the sudden proposition. He looked at the smiling, green-eyed man before him. Clay raised an eyebrow at him expectantly, waiting for an answer. Without much success, George tried to contain his happiness and excitement, not wanting to give away how ecstatic he was right now. 
                          
He just...asked me out?
                          
"I...yeah. I'd like that. I'd like that a lot." he gave up on hiding his smile as he answered, his face bright red.
                          
Clay grinned harder, reaching a hand out across the table. George accepted it, lacing his fingers through Clay's. 
                          
"I might just be the luckiest man alive." his now-boyfriend whispered to him.
                          
He leaned forward and George met him half-way, gently pressing his lips against Clay's. No sooner had he done this, a voice from above them broke the moment:
                          
"POGCHAMP!"
                          
A lanky, blonde, blue-eyed boy stood over them, standing next to the familiar looming figure of Wilbur Soot. 
                          
"Tommy, you just interrupted their date! Have some manners, VP. Can't take children anywhere these days." 
                          
"I am not a CHILD, Wilbur!"
                          
George and Clay, still stunned, stared up at the two brits. Finally, George broke the ice:
                          
"Wilbur? Tommy? What-how...when did you get here??"
                          
Wilbur spoke up, scratching the back of his neck.
                          
"I'm terribly sorry lads. We were just stopping by on our way back from the beach for a bite to eat and then this little gremlin spotted you guys. Speaking of which — so...you guys are a thing now?" he grinned cheekily.
                          
"Aren't you going to introduce me to your new boyfriend, GeorgeNotFound?" Tommy chuckled.
                          
This time, Clay spoke up, looking Tommy dead on, his eyes twinkling with amusement. 
                          
"I have a name, thank you very much Tommy."
                          
Tommy laughed again. "Wow, you sound a lot like someone I know. A good friend of mine named-"
                          
His jaw dropped as realization set in. 
                          
"DREAM??????!!!"
                          
"You got it, Tomathy."
                          
Tommy gasped, holding his head in disbelief. 
                          
"I just met DREAM??? And he's with GeorgeNotFound??? And they're on a DATE??"
                          
George rolled his eyes, blushing furiously. Dream, on the other hand, laughed light-heartedly. 
                          
"Yup. I was just asking George out before you got here, actually."
                          
"cLAY!!" George hissed at him, his eyes going wide. 'Really? We're telling them already?' he tried to communicate through his eyes. Clay shrugged, smiling. 'Why not?'
                          
"No WAY!! That is very pogchamp my friend." The 16 year old was still grinning like a maniac.
                          
"Wow, congrats you two! Sorry for interrupting your night again." Wilbur spoke, glaring at Tommy, who cowered a little under his gaze.
                          
"No worries, it's nice to see you again Will! And nice to meet you finally, Tommy." Clay looked at each of them, nodding.
                          
"I am going to tell everybody that I just met famed minecraft legend Dream. And also GeorgeNotFound. This is the best day of my life." Tommy was already pulling out his phone, opening twitter. 
                          
George laughed, deciding to lighten up. 
                          
"You guys wanna have a seat and eat with us?" he looked at his boyfriend, silently asking him if this was okay. The other nodded happily. 
                          
After a bit of fussing and Wilbur repeating that he didn't want to interrupt their evening, they finally convinced the other two to sit down with them. They ordered food, and when everyone's meals arrived, they sat there for hours, talking, sharing jokes and stories. It was not the night George had been expecting, but he had to admit: he was having an amazing time. Wilbur shared audio tracks of his new music with them, Tommy got them each to write a tweet for him, Clay told them about how he had extended his UK trip to spend more time with George. By the time Wilbur finally dragged Tommy away, telling him his parents were going to kill him if he didn't get him home soon, it was pitch black outside. 
                          
He and Clay left the restaurant tired but content, holding hands as they walked home. They stopped at an intersection at one point and Clay adjusted George's jacket, putting an arm around him to keep him warm.



                          
And when they got home, the two of them got changed and brushed their teeth, both climbing into George's bed. George curled up against the other man, breathing in his scent, feeling warm and safe. Clay kissed his forehead and wrapped his arms around him as they fell asleep.