Dreamnotfound Smut(emotional)

Can't Spell Funeral Without Fun

(A/N: Got bored, have another chapter on the house.)

George's POV
I grabbed my phone back from Clay. I had to know what Nick meant when he said this isn't about our breakup. I called and it only rang once before he picked up.
"George! Where have you been? Why didn't you call sooner?!"
"What did you want Nick?"
He paused for a second,
"Since you are not going to like this next bit, I'll skip my explanation for now."
"Just spit it out!" I yelled, I just wanted to hang up.
"George... I'm so sorry, your mom she..." he trailed off, I felt my heart fall through my ribs.
"What? What's wrong?!"
"She got hit by a bus, she's been in the hospital for the last couple days, but she wasn't going to make it." I felt tears welling in my eyes.
"Is she..?"
"She passed last night." I couldn't handle it anymore, I let the tears flow as I collapsed onto the bed.
"When's the funeral?"
"That's what I called about, she wanted us to plan it together. She wrote it in her will." I felt so stupid,
"What's the plan then?"
"How about you come over, we can discuss then." I was going to except, then my thoughts turned to rage, I couldn't bear to be in a room alone with him,
"Can my boyfriend come along? Just to make sure I'm okay?" I couldn't hear Nick for a while,
"Hello, Nick?"
"You already have a boyfriend?!"
"Yes Nick, you broke up with me."
He sighed on the other side of the phone,
"Fine, but I'm bringing my girlfriend." I felt my rage build, he replaced me as soon as he had the chance, he planned it.
"Fine, Friday?"
"Friday."
"K, bye." I said and hung up. I heard a knock at the doorway. Clay sauntered in and sat next to me.
"Hey George, everything okay? I thought I heard you crying." He said in a comforting tone.
"My mom died." I said and started crying all over again.
He grabbed me and pulled me to his lap hugging me as tight as he could.
"What did Nick want?"
"My mom wanted us to plan the funeral." His grip tightened,"Clay, can you come with me?" He nodded his head,
"Of course I will." He said. Then a new emotion overcame me. The anger I felt after Nick said he had a girlfriend.
"Also, Nick is bringing his girlfriend." I said and sucked my teeth.
"His what?" Clay said and loosened his grip. I rested my hands on his shoulders, still face to face on his lap.
"His.. g i r l f r i e n d." I said slower.
He shook his head.
"How long have they been together?"
"Don't know, but it has only been what, two days?" Clay pulled his arms around my waist,
"So I'm a rebound trophy boy as well huh?" He said playfully while smirking.
"No.. your..." I tried to think of what he actually was, but he was 100% correct. The only reason I am actually with him is because I am not not with Nick!
"Your mine." I said with a cringey amount of uncertainty.
"George, I'm fine being your pet... for now," he teased running his hands up into my shirt and up my back, "but with the whole trophy boy thing, do you think I could pull it off? The golden look I mean." I pictured it.
"Yeah I think you could." I said.
"It would be so hard to get all that paint off me, not to mention," he ran one his hands back down, stopping at my waistband,"where would the paint end. I caught on that he was teasing me and decided to have a bit of fun.
"You're right! Someone would have to have your back. And someone to do regular, thorough inspections to make sure all of you is covered."
He laughed gently, slipping his hand into my pants, resting his hand on my ass.
"So you're interested in exploring me huh? I would love to know exactly what you expect to find."
"Nothing I don't want hopefully."
Clay shifted, making his erection more clear.
"Look what you did. You gonna explore that." I bit my lip and sunk down between his legs.
I kissed him through his pants and looked up at his impatient face.
"On second thought." He said and opened the bedside drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube.
"Rub this on it." I took the bottle from him and pulled his pants off him, his dick hitting his stomach as it was finally free. I poured a generous amount in my hand and rubbed it all over his shaft.
He pulled his shirt over his head and gestured for me to get up. I complied rising to my feet and standing in front of Clay. He pulled my pants off of me as I took off my shirt, leaving both of us naked.
"Come here." He said in a deep voice. I straddled his lap like I was when we had clothes on. He positioned himself beneath me and pulled my hips down, hitting my prostate first try. I then took it upon myself to start moving, hitting my prostate every time.
"Master~" I moaned and averted my gaze, focusing all my energy to pounding myself. I feel his hand on my chin,
"Shall I leave more marks on you?" He asked politely,
"Yes~" I moaned and he went directly to a new spot on my neck, working his way to my sweet spot on the other side.
"Master I'm going to cum!" I say and he hums on my neck, the vibrations being the cherry on top.
I came on both of our chests and stopped. Clay flipped me over so that I was on my hands and knees. He pounded into me, earning several loud moans. If he went any faster he would have torn right through me.
"C-Clay~" I moan as loud as I can before he came inside of me. We both laid there for a bit, out of breath.
"So when do we have to be at your ex's house?"
"Friday." He checked his phone,
"So we have three days to do whatever we want." I laughed nervously.
"Whatever I want."
"Whatever brat."