Dreamnotfound Smut(emotional)

Revenge

(A/N: you were all so good last chapter. I appreciate all the support, and I may have taken a few recommendations😉.)

Dream's POV
Friday Eventually came. I heard so much about George's mom, I felt like I actually knew her. George and I attempted to come up with a battle plan for when we actually arrived. I just pray to whatever god may be out there that Nick doesn't recognize me.
George drove up with me in tow. He knocked on the door, Nick answered,
"Hey George, how are you doing?"
"Just let us in." George sniped back.
"Ok.. uh.. come in." He opened the door more and George grabbed my hand, dragging me into the house. Nick actually started to get a good look at me, thankfully he didn't notice who I am.
"So, this is my replacement?" George wrapped his arm around me,
"Yeah, he and I got a drink about a week ago and one thing led to another." George rested his head on my chest as Nick spoke again,
"Wait. Aren't you Dream? Like, the extremely smooth criminal?" I laughed,
"Can you prove I actually did the crimes?"
"Well... no."
"Then yes." His eyes widened,
"George, you are aware who this is right." George smiled,
"Yes. Someone who didn't wait until we were engaged to break up with me." Nick sighed,
"George... I can explain."
"I don't want to hear it!"
I decided it was up to me to break this tension.
"Okay everybody let's take a step back! We are here because a woman died." They both crossed their arms and averted their gazes from each other, "since you boys don't want to work together, let's split it up. What needs to be done?"
Nick finally dropped his arms,
"You guys can work on the menu and drinks."
"Good," I said, "while George and I do that, you and your girl book the venue."
"About that," Nick said, "she said she couldn't make it." George rolled his eyes.
"Hurts to be abandoned doesn't it." He mumbled.
"George, how about we go to a different room and we let Nick work." George nodded and grabbed my hand again pulling me down the hall. Nick sat on his couch and started to dial a number.
George pushed me into a room suddenly and slammed the door behind us.
"I already have the menu."
"What?"
"I made it while you were sleeping last night."
"So why are we in here?"
"I want to mess things up." He said and flipped on the light. It was immediately clear we were in Nick's room. "Let's have sex here." George said bluntly. I choked on my own words, "come on George, he's trying to be nice."
"You are such a suck." He said and wrapped around me tightly.
"I uh.. have to use the bathroom first."
"Oh okay. When you get back?" He said tracing my collarbone with his fingers.
"We will review the menu you put together, and leave this place as we found it!" I said and left the room for a moment. I heard Nick on the phone. He was on speaker, and was obviously not talking to a venue. I started moving closer, noticing his back is to the doorway.
I leaned on the frame and listened in.
"Yeah he bought that I had a girlfriend. I mean it's not like I could tell him about you, Karl."
"He's one of my best friends, he would understand."
I recalled some of my memories from when I was stalking them. Karl was a mutual friend, but he always wanted to hangout with Nick. I suspected there was something up, perhaps I was right.
"Well, at least we don't have to stop now. And George is out of the picture."
"So we are officially a thing."
"Well I think we were a long time ago." As soon as Nick uttered that phrase I spoke up.
"Who are you talking to Nickie?" I asked and he fumbled his phone, hanging up on Karl.
"What the hell! How long were you there."
"Long enough." I walk up to him and grab his collar on his shirt pulling him to me.
"I had a shred of respect for you coming in here. But now if you so much as look at George the wrong way, I will make you regret being born!" Nick nodded and I let go,
"You better get to calling that venue. Most good places close at five and are very competitive."
Nick nodded, afraid to speak to me.

I marched back into the bedroom and saw George on his phone on the bed. I closed the door behind me and locked it, making a beeline for George.
"Clay w-" I cut him off by grabbing the sides of his face and pulling him in for a long, deep kiss. Tongues tied around each other, and feeling him melt for me. Finally I backed away, leaving us both gasping for air.
"Clay~" he moaned.
"If you still want it." I said and he nodded. I pulled a hand to his crotch, rubbing him through his pants.
"I want words."
"Yes."
"Yes what?" I asked
"Yes please, fuck me." He said politely.
"Good boy." I said locking our lips together once again. We only broke apart for seconds at a time to remove each other's clothes. Starting with the shirts, and ending with our boxers thrown across the floor.
"Lube?" I asked in those seconds.
"Bottom drawer." He answered and I dug it out, lips still on George.
I poured some into my hand and started rubbing myself. George put his hand on top of mine and guided it.
"Prep?"
"No." He said, finally breaking away and hopping up on the mattress on his hands and knees. I put it at his entrance and teased it a bit. I only went shallowly into him, hitting that first ring of muscles. He moaned softly and whined, begging for more.
"Cla~Clay." He moaned trying to push himself back onto me. I held his hips still, continuing to tease.
"Patience." I put a hand on his dick and stroked it softly at a similar pace, George arched his back and moaned louder.

I then heard a knock at the door.
"Guys! What's happening in there!"
"Meal planning!" I yelled covering George's mouth and pulling him up to my chest. I stop moving, and put all my effort into jerking him off. He moaned into my hand loudly.
The doorknob rustled and the knocking got louder.
"Guys! You better not be fucking in there!" I laughed, tightening my grip on George and watching his eyes flicker new emotions of pleasure.
"We aren't!" I yell back. I hear him walk away from the door.

I focus my full attention back on George, looking around to find something to silence him. I finally decided to forget it, and let him scream.
I took my hand off his mouth and continued to jerk him off. He tried his best to hold in his moans, but failed when I pushed him back down slightly and thrusted into his ass, making his eyes roll to the back of his head.
"Master! I'm gonna cum~" he yelled out underneath me.
"Then do it." I say in a normal, encouraging tone.
He screamed out, shutting his eyes tight and blowing his full load into the sheets. I then kept thrusting, making sure to hit his spot.
He fell forward more, onto his forearms.

I hear another knock at the door.
"What the fuck was that!"
"Fuck~Georgie~" I moaned loudly in response, "You're so~~ tight~" I then pulled out and rubbed it the rest of the way, cumming all over the bedside table.
I then got up off the bed, leaving George to simmer for a moment.
I unlocked the door and opened it.
Nick's eyes immediately dropped to my uncovered groin, stopping him from speaking.
"Can I help you?" I asked
"Um.. no.. could you just maybe... not." He looked past me to see George out of commission on the bed. I chuckled and came out of the room, closing the door behind me,
"Hey Nick. Just say something if you're not happy." I say in a condescending tone.
"No... it's nothing. I'm so sorry." He quickly said and tried to run away.

"I decided not to tell him." I said and he stopped dead in his tracks but not turning around,
"Why?"
"I'll leave it to you, cause you do not want me to do it for you." I said and laughed slightly.
"Thank you."
"No problem. By the way, we could use new clothes. If you could just run by and get some." I smirked
Nick kept walking and I returned to the room.