Dreamnotfound Smut(emotional)

Flash forward

(A/N: I did reread this, I am going to keep the line going like I said, but I'm gonna just tweak it a bit.)

George's POV
It's been a few years now. What once started as a rough kidnapping, has turned into the best relationship I've ever been in.
Nick, the cop who handled my case has been so loving. He has my back no matter what.(an: oooo gothcha Sapnap has entered the chat)

Dream's POV
(2years earlier)
"How can I trust you!"
"When did I ever say you could trust me!"
"I can't do this anymore... I'm leaving!"
My mind started going a thousand miles a minute. Why would George just walk out like that? He and I... we were actually a couple.. of morons for thinking that this relationship could ever work out.

(Present day)
Even though it has been years, I cannot shake the fact that I'm missing something. I know exactly what, or should I say who. I started to stalk him; I just wanted to make sure he was doing well at first, but as time went on and I saw his boyfriend Nick propose, I couldn't help but feel another pit in my stomach growing. I know they haven't done anything too.. intimate yet. I'm the last person who truly felt George, I'm the last person who truly knows George, I'm the last person he should be ignoring.
I watched them eat dinner again today, sitting one table behind them and listening. George then excused himself to the restroom, I stood up.
I sat down at the table and handed a folder to Nick.
"Who are you?" He asked, looking at my disguised face,
"Open the file, Nick." I stated calmly.
"How do you know my name?!"
"Open the folder!"
He slowly opened it, his eyes widened. It was every single detail he was missing on a case that was written off as "unsolvable."
"How did you get this?"
"Do you want it?"
He looked at me and his eyes narrowed,
"What's the catch?"
"I need you to dump George."
I reached across the table and grabbed the file back.
"That's not happening!"
"How is your family Nick?" I questioned and slid a second folder across the table. This one he opened immediately to find every one of his relatives that he cares about put into a ranking system with all their information on display. He shook his head,
"What do you want!"
"Dump him, the reward is worth it. Or... I could pay one of these lucky folks a visit." I smirked and stood up walking back to my table and listening in as George came back from the bathroom.
"I'm back Nickie!"
"George, I need to tell you something." I felt my heart sink, was he calling my bluff!
"I.. I don't think I was thinking when I proposed to you." I watched Georgie's face go sour and sighed with relief.
"What?!"
"George I am so SO sorry, I hope you get what you're looking for because I'm not it."
"Is this because-"
"No, I'm done. Thank you for your time, I wish you luck."

I smiled and met him outside.
"Good boy Nickie." I smiled and handed him his evidence,
"Good luck!" I said as he pretty much ran away from me.

I then went back into the restaurant where George was sitting, taking my sunglasses, gloves, and hat off and ditching them in the trash.
"George?"
"Clay?"
I went in for a hug and he took it without a thought.
"How have you been?"
"Oh you know." He said and looked at Nicks empty plate.
"Are you alone?"
"What? Oh yeah... my friend left me a few minutes ago."
"Wanna get a drink? I know a good bar." He nodded and we went to a bar down the street.
He ordered an old fashioned and I got a beer. After a few drinks we started talking and he got to the breakup.
"We were fine yesterday! I don't understand!"
"Well he obviously has no backbone."
"How am I going to tell my family?"
"I could tell them for you."
He looked at my eyes then slowly drifted his gaze to my lips.
"No.. Clay that's fine. You are doing enough right now."
"That's good. I know we aren't together anymore, but I hope you know I'm here for you."
"And I can trust you?"
I inched my hand over to his and started drawing circles in his palm.
"George... the breakup was my fault. I'm sorry for anything I have done in the past to hurt you. You can trust me, and you are safe with me." He looked down and closed his eyes tight.
"Clay..." I pulled him in for another hug, this one lasting longer.
"I love you." He whispered in my chest.
"I love you too." I said aloud and he pulled back wiping his eyes.
"Clay, can you distract me?"
"How so?"
"Like you used to when we first met, Master." He said and bit his lip.
I flagged down the bartender as fast as I could and ushered George to a hotel room. We barely got in the room before he dropped to his knees and started tugging at my pants, pulling them down to my thighs and focusing on my now exposed member.
He licked the shaft top to bottom and looked up constantly to make sure I was watching.
"Good boy." I moaned as I slowly brought my hand to the back of his head and slowly thrusted it into his mouth.

(Leaving it here, continue it later)