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Lockwood sat quietly on his kitchen counter enjoying his (rather late) morning. he wasn’t usually the first to wake up so when he did he always tried to get as much as he could done before everyone woke up even if that was just existing by himself.
It wasn’t very long until a bleary eyed george walked into the kitchen and over to him.
George immediately put his arms around Lockwoods waist and leaned his head on his chest.
“George?”
“Yea?”
“What are you doing.”
“Just shut up and enjoy it. I know your a touch starved bitch. And I’m still tired.” George said taking in a deep breath and smiling.
So he did, he put a hand in Georges hair and the other back on the counter. He smiled as he looked down at George, he looked rather peaceful unlike his face of constant worry he usually had.
“Hey Lockwood.” George said standing up to look at him.
“Yes george?” Lockwoods hand fell from his hair to the back of his neck.
“Is this okay?” George asked.
“Yep, you should do it more often.” Lockwood said through a small laugh.
“Mmm, okay I will.” George hummed out as he put his head on Lockwoods shoulder pressing himself as close to him as he possibly could.
“I love you, your always so nice to me and you care about me so much. Thanks for that.” George mumbled against Lockwoods skin.
He sat with those words for minute not entirely sure how to respond.
He knows he loves George, he has for a while he doesn’t really care about the way.
George’s hand moved from his waist to his thighs.
“I love you.” Lockwood said taking Georges face in his hands and smiled a very lovesick smile at him.
George smiled at him and leaned into the touch. He looked content, like could let go of something.
Lockwood pulled him closer and pressed short kisses to George’s jaw as he giggled at the sensation.
“Lockwood! Stop! That tickles!” George said laughing and pulling him closer as Lockwood kissed his neck.
“No, I don’t think I will!” Lockwood said smiling as he pulled George in for a long kiss on the lips. He put his hands in Georges hair as George gripped his waist rubbing circles near his waistband.
They separated to breath and descended into a fit of giggles.
“Oh my god! I- Wha-“ Lockwood said smiling wide and catching his breath.
“Oh, Shut up Lockwood!” George said through a laugh before kissing him again.
“Your so pretty.” Lockwood said as George kept giving him kiss after kiss after kiss. And Lockwood Just kept telling him, “your pretty” and “your gorgeous” and other variations between laughter.
They sat there giggling and kissing and mumbling stupid lovey-dovey shit to the other for about a good ten more minutes (I sound so done wtf💀) before Lucy walked in on them mid kiss.
Lucy cleared her throat loudly. “Good morning boys.”
“Oh. um. Good morning Lucy. Did you sleep well?” George asked pulling away from lockwood with a stupid love sick smile still stuck on his face.
“Yes I did actually, but um, would you care to explain?”
George looked at Lockwood expecting him to answer.
“Oh! Well, we uh,” Lockwood stuttered through trying to come up with something more reasonable than we’re touch starved and felt like it. “We didn’t think you’d wake up so early?” Lockwood said giving her a smile like he’d just been caught eating a second cookie hoping she’d buy it.
“It’s ten am.” Lucy said blankly.
“Ah. Yes, it is.”
“So are you two a thing now? I would like to know so I can avoid you two making out on every surface we own.” Lucy said making herself a cup of tea.
Lockwood and George both looked at each other not exactly knowing how to answer. “No. We’re not a couple. And we are also leaving!”
Lockwood got off the counter as George grabbed his hand and dragged him to his room and shut the door behind them.
“Ugh, boys.” Lucy rolled her eyes and took a sip of her tea.
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“So. Can this be a regular thing?.” Lockwood said as he grabbed Georges waist and pulled him closer.
“Yes! I- mean uh, If you want it to.” George said.
Lockwood laughed softly.
“Yes, I do.“
“Okay! Cool! Um, wow.” George said incredible flustered.
“Have you ever done this before?” Lockwood asked pressing a kiss to George’s nose.
“No, I’ve barely ever held hands with someone. Let alone do…this. Whatever’s it’s called.” George said.
“I think most people call it dating, George.” Lockwood said jokingly.
“I know that. I just don’t want to call it that. It’s sounds weird.” George said leaning his head on Lockwoods shoulder.
“Oh? Do tell.” Lockwood said rubbing circles on Georges back.
“I don’t know, like I know if we were to just continue on the same way we just were, thats seen as dating but as far as I’m aware none of the feelings I have for you are romantic, but they also aren’t platonic so we just kinda, are.” George explained.
“Hm, alright. Then we won’t.”
“We won’t what?”
“Put a name to this.”
“Okay, that sounds good.” George lifted his head up and kissed Lockwoods cheek. “Can you go back to kissing me know?”
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And then I stopped writing and probably fell asleep. I’ll probably continue to fuck around with it for myself but yeah that’s it.