Dreamnotfound Smut(emotional)

Bad Dream

George's POV
It's the day before the funeral. I can't think anymore. My mother was always so uptight, but she was a person. She started coming to me in my dreams. She told me how stupid I am all over again, tonight was no different.

~Beginning of Dream~
I was back at the moment that Clay broke up with me.
"Clay! That was my friend!"
"Some friend. Didn't he almost get you killed!"
"You literally threatened to kill me in cold blood the moment we met."
"Yes! At least I didn't backstab you! You know what I'm about!"
"Doesn't mean you get to decide who I talk to! I can have other friends Clay!"
"I never said you can't have friends! I just don't want people who watch you get beat down and decide to run away!"
"So you get to decide the very quality of my friends. You get to tell them to fuck off! Why, so that I can stay here!" I gesture to the cabin, "Clay just admit it. You want to control me!"
"No! I want you to be safe. Robbing a convince store and getting arrested is NOT being safe! You are just lucky I bailed you out!"
"Yeah you couldn't stand the thought of your best sex toy behind bars, cry me a river! You know what, my parents are right about you!"
"How so?!"
"How can I trust you!"
"When did I ever say you could trust me!"
"I can't do this anymore... I'm leaving!"
I said that last bit going to our room and grabbing a suitcase.
"George, you're mad let's talk." He said,
"Clay, your a dick, get out!" I said back.
As soon as I left I went back to my parents house to see they were gone on yet another business trip. My mom came home a week later,
"George oh my goodness!" She said as she pulled me in for a long hug, "what are you doing back."
I started crying as I thought back to Clay. I said so many things to him, I don't even know if I meant them.
"Clay he.." I started and my mom pulled back suddenly,
"What! What did he do to you!" She questioned,
"He broke up with me." I said and let the tears flow. My mom pulled me in.
"Oh thank goodness I thought it was important." I rubbed my eyes,
"What?"
"Well he's obviously a criminal honey. I mean did you really think it was going to work out?"
"Stop.."
"He's a felon. He would have never gotten a stable job, or helped you raise a child."
"Mom.."
"I'm just saying Georgie. I'm glad you have finally come to your senses." She tried to hug me again and I pulled back.
"Ya know mom, he actually made me happy for a good long while. I know you don't approve of him, but can you please not insult him right in front me."
"George, he's a human dumpster. It's not like you REALLY liked him, I mean you are barely even gay."
I looked at her, my sadness turning to anger,
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean mom?"
"Well.."
"No stop! I just wanted someone to listen to why I'm upset. I didn't need you to say any of that."
"George!"
"No! Fuck you! I am gay! Just because Clay isn't the one does not mean I am coming back and being your poster boy!"
"Why are you here then!"
"I wanted someone to tell me that it's okay! Instead you've insulted me." I said, "tell dad I miss him." I say grabbing my suitcase and heading out of the house. I hear my mom as I leave..
"George!!!"
~End of Dream~

"George." I hear as my eyes flutter open. I notice my grip is extremely tight on the fabric beneath me. I release and hear a hiss.
"Ah... you have that dream again." Clay said pulling his shirt up to reveal a new set of marks from my nails fresh with blood.
"Uh.. yeah.. it's getting worse."
He sighed, "guess I have to take care of this." He said and pushed me off him. I apologized and watched him get up, pulling his shirt completely off and walking into the master bath.
"Want to talk about it?" He ask taking a towel to the scratch marks. I got up.
"No." I walked up behind him and put my hands around his waist, "let me fix my mess." I said grabbing the towel from him and getting some peroxide from under the sink.
He sat on the side of the tub and leaned back breathing roughly, but consistently. I put some peroxide on half the towel and started disinfecting Clay's wounds; his skin flinched and toughened at my touch.
"It hurts." He said,
"Just wait until I'm done." I said.
I then noticed a dark stain on his pants, on the inner thigh.
"Take your pants off." I say and he blushes, smirking slightly.
"George, why are you always like this."
"No I'm serious your leg is bleeding."
"Oh shit." He said and started to unbutton his pants and pull them off revealing a mark running into his boxers.
"You're gonna have to take those off too." I said and he smiled,
"With pleasure." He said making me blush, turning away to hide it.
He took them off agonizingly slow, then sat back down, spreading his legs for me. I got down in between on my knees to get a better look.
The scratch ran deep, I must have been gripping onto his thigh tight. I rubbed the towel on it, applying pressure to stop the bleeding. Then I felt a hand on my head, gripping my hair and guiding it to Clay's shaft. I lock eyes with him as he smirks, grabbing the towel and throwing it on the sink.
"Open." He said to me and I complied, letting him put his flaccid dick in my mouth. He guided my head in an up and down motion, slowly shoving himself into me. He moaned nicely as I felt myself getting hard. He waited until he was hard and pulled my lips off him, pulling me to my feet.
"Take your pants off." He said
"Getting impatient are we?" I said.
He grabbed my hips and grinded against me,
"Take them off." He said,
"Okay~" I moaned and he backed up, letting me take my pants and boxers off. He grabbed my hips again and pinned me to the wall, lining up right away and thrusting in. I moaned loudly, earning a hand over my mouth.
"You are such a slut~" he said and let go, continuing to thrust into me. I tried to contain as many moans as I could. He kept going fast and hard, hitting my prostate. When my moans got louder, he locked lips with me. I feel his tongue enter my mouth, going as far back as he could reach.
I felt his hand come between us and wrap around my dick stroking at the same rough pace he was fucking me at. All I can do is press myself against the wall and take him, as his other hand messages the side of my hip. I cum in his hand and he takes his hand off my dick, putting it on my chin and angling it so his tongue could go deeper.
He then climaxed inside of me, riding it out and not leaving my mouth until a minute after he was done.
"You done?" I ask out of breath.
He looks at me intensely, dick still fully inside me. I feel his gaze piercing through me, as if he was admiring me like a statue.
"For now." He purred and pulled out, now turning on the shower.