Out Of Control

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Clay POV

'Why are you scared?'

'My parents screamed at me.'

My dad came closer. 'Why did they scream, George?'

George ignored him and looked at me. Tears streamed down his face. 'They were mad, Clay.'

He let his sheep fall on the ground and looked at it. 'It's dirty now.'

'I just cleaned the floor, George. You can pick it up.'

He grabbed his stuffed animal and hugged me. 'I get so scared when they scream.'

'Why did they scream at you, Georgie?'

'I accidentally told them something.'

'Am I allowed to know?'

'You will be mad too and I'm scared.'

'I promise I won't get mad, Georgie. I could never get mad at you.'

'I think I like boys.'

'Are you gay?'

My heart jumped, he was gay. I had a chance, he was gay. I was so happy.

He nodded. 'I think I'm gay, but my parents got mad.'

'Did they hurt you?'

'No, but they screamed that it's wrong. Do you hate me?'

'I'm bisexual.'

He looked up with big and sad eyes. 'You also like boys?'

'I actually like them more.'

'I think I only like boys. And my sheep.'

I giggled, I couldn't stop saying how adorable he was. 'I like your sheep too.'

'Am I too childish? I just like to have something secure.'

'You're not too childish, Georgie. You have autism, I understand it.'

'I can put him away?'

'You don't have to at all, keep him here.'

George smiled and hugged me tightly. We let go after a minute and my dad had been grinning the whole time, he of course knew I liked George. George sat down with his stuffed animal on his lap and we started eating. I heard his phone buzz and he checked it when we were done eating. He smiled.

'My mum said sorry,' he smiled shyly.

'Aww, I'm so happy for you.'

'Can we cuddle until I have to go home?'

I nodded. 'Always.'

George POV

I cuddled with Clay and after twenty minutes I went home. Clay walked me home to make sure no one was screaming at me. We entered my home and we walked in. My mum hugged me and looked at me. 'I'm sorry, George. Your dad and I talked about it, we replied very badly. We shouldn't have done that, you can't help the way you are. Oh hey, Clay. Oh, did he know about this?'

I nodded. 'I told him.'

'Sorry, you must think we are awful parents, his dad startled a little and I kind of went along with it. I'm so sorry.'

'I'm happy,' I said.

'Why is that?'

'I cuddled with Clay.'

Clay turned completely red and giggled. 'Yeah, that happened.'

'He's a real cuddly boy, right George?'

'Clay.' I opened my arms for a hug. Clay giggled and hugged me shortly. He was completely red, even his ears got red.

'Did you bring your sheep with you, George?'

I nodded and smiled. 'Here.'

'George, you are tired. You should probably go to bed, it's already 9:30.'

I nodded and walked upstairs, grabbing Clays hand. 'Do you stay?'

'I'll ask my dad.'

He texted his dad and waited for the reply. After four minutes he got a reply back. 'I can stay.'

I smiled brightly and we walked upstairs, I quickly changed in pyjamas and looked at Clay.

'Do you have anything to sleep in?'

'Not really, can I take a shower?'

'Do you want my pyjama?'

'I think that's a little too small for me.'

'Do you want my dads old pyjama?'

'Sure.'

I opened the door to the bathroom and let Clay go in. I ran to my dads room and grabbed his old pyjama. He never wore it so Clay could use it. It took Clay ten minutes to shower and he awkwardly knocked on the door.

'Yes?'

'Georgie, I uh- need clothes.'

He walked in in a towel and I got distracted. His body was beautiful. 'You look good,' I whispered a little flustered by his amazingly trained body.

'Football, I guess.'

'I'm a stick,' I said.

'You're beautiful. Can I maybe have some clothes? It's a little cold.'

'Uh sorry.' I passed him the pyjama and he walked to the bathroom again. I waited for him and he came back later.

'It fits.'

He laid down next to me in bed and I hugged him against my body. I fell asleep within minutes.

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