Ok so there's supposed to be a picture of catboy Gogy but this website doesn't like that

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Anyways Im kinda iffy about this one but its almost 3 am so whatever


3rd Person P.O.V.

George yawned, stretching. Clay was staying at his house for a few weeks, he had arrived last night and was down the hall in the guest room. George glanced at the clock by his bed, which read 2:37 am.

Blinking slowly, he stood up, heading to his closet. George already knew what he was looking for... and he found it hidden behind the rest of his wardrobe. Looking at the outfit made his cheeks heat up, but he loved to wear it, and since Clay was sleeping... this was his chance.

George quietly slipped the outfit on, adjusting the black and white fabric. The corners of his lips turned up slightly as he walked into the bathroom to look at his reflection. Taking a soft breath, he clipped his small cat collar around his neck, and carefully placed a pair of cat ears on his head. He also had a tail, just a short fabric one that attached in the back. He twirled around slowly, skirt ruffling.

George grinned, loving the feeling of his catboy maid costume. It made him feel different, but in a good way, like there was this whole other side to him that nobody else could know about.

Cautiously, George snuck out to the hallway, tip toeing past the room where Clay was sleeping. He would just be downstairs for a little while...


Clay was restless. He hadn't adjusted to the time difference yet, and to him, 2:30 am felt more like 10:30 pm. And, if he was being honest, Clay wasn't one to go to sleep that early.

Sighing, he kicked the sheets off, quietly slipping downstairs. He just needed to pass the time for a little while, then he would go back to bed. He headed to the kitchen, hearing a soft patter of footsteps. Clay froze, peeking his head around the corner.

There, standing at the counter, was... George? Clay raised his eyebrows at the brunette's outfit. George was wearing what appeared to be a maid dress, with an awfully short skirt that barely covered anything. Squinting, Clay could make out what looked like cat ears, and there was a collar with a small bell around his neck.

George turned away from where Clay was standing, opening the fridge and bending over to grab something from the bottom shelf. The skirt rode up, and Clay knew he would have to say something.

"Ahem." George whirled around, eyes wide with fear. His hands fiddled with the hem of his dress nervously as he faced Clay.

"H-how long have you been standing there?" George swore he saw a smirk flash across the blond's face for a moment.

"Long enough," Clay answered simply. George turned bright red, shrinking back with embarrassment.

"Oh..." George murmured. Much to his surprise, Clay came closer, gently picking up both of George's hands.

"It's ok, Gogy. It's cute," he chuckled wheezily. George tilted his head adorably, looking up at Clay curiously.

"You think so?"

"I do." Clay swallowed thickly, eyes darting away for a moment. "Georgie... can I... can I kiss you?" George's head shot up, eyes wide and staring as he nodded slowly, gulping. Clay leaned in, gently connecting their lips in a slow kiss. George was on his tippy toes, hands grabbing onto Clay's shoulders for support.

George pulled away first, gasping softly. His eyes were still wide and focused on the taller male, trying to process what was happening.

"C'mere," Clay murmured, leading a still stunned George to the couch. Clay laid across the cushions, patting his lap encouragingly. George sat down wordlessly, gulping. The blond smiled, gently pulling George closer to his chest.

"Clay-"

"You must be tired, it's pretty late," Clay mused, placing a hand in George's hair. "It's ok, I'll be here..." The smaller man blinked slowly, realizing that he was tired. Clay pet George's hair absentmindedly, which- and he would never admit this- George really liked.

"Ah... m'kay..." He yawned, curling into Clay's chest with a short sigh. The taller male smiled at him fondly, wrapping an arm around George protectively.

"Goodnight, Gogy," he murmured, getting a content hum from the smaller man. Clay yawned, blinking slowly. George looked so peaceful in his lap... and hey, some sleep might do them both some good. He nodded off, chest rising and falling slowly as George acted as his blanket.


George woke up to the sun in his eyes, groaning softly. He shoved his face into his pillow, which was- breathing?

"Huh?" George sat up, rubbing his eyes. He had been sleeping on Clay's chest, wearing his catboy maid costume. His memory of last night resurfaced, and he blushed lightly.

"Mmm, hey Gogy," the blond mumbled, eyes half lidded. Though he was sleepy, Clay didn't want to waste an opportunity to tease the smaller man. "What, don't you want to lay with me?" George blushed darker, laying back down on top of Clay, who let out a wheezy laugh. "I'm kidding, Georgie, let's go get breakfast."

"Oh... mhm, in a minute."


Literally. So. Cute.

Ummmmm anyways-