Dreamnotfound Smut(emotional)

Detour

(A/N: thank you so much for your support, sorry I haven't been posting all that often I don't even have an excuse. I will keep it relatively the same.)

George's POV
"What did you say his address was again?" I asked Clay as I shoveled handfuls of clothes into a suitcase.
"300 charming avenue. And you don't have to go." Clay responded, sitting on the bed and watching me pack.
"I've been meaning to travel." I said back, earning a sigh from Clay.
I feel two hands around my waist and I turn in his grasp. I look into his eyes, they were pleading with me.
"George, please. Stay here. We can still have a life together." Clay said and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I stood on my tippy toes and kissed him gently.
"Clay, we can still have a life together. It can be a better life if your ex is out of the picture." He laughed
"How would being married be better than what we already have?" He asked and I smiled at him.
"Well besides having a legal agreement that says we take care of each other, you also get the pleasure of knowing your ex has no power over you. I mean my ex fiancé is pretty much out of the picture and it was the best decision of my life." Clay sat back down on the bed with his head in his hands.
"He's different George; I'm trying to protect you." I rolled my eyes.
"You sound like a broken record. Fine I'll play, what kind of criminal is he?" He rubbed his eyes and looked at me once again.
"Jewel thief mostly." He said.
"How dangerous is he?" I asked.
"Physically? He's not very strong. Can probably only bench 80lbs."
"What's the worst he's gonna do to me?" I ask finally.
"Something like Techno, only he actually cares about directly hurting me." He answered then put his head back in his hands, "don't go George." He begged.
I sighed and got on the bed with him.
"Clay, I promise nothing bad will happen."
"How can you be so sure?" He asked leaning on me now, with his head on my chest.
"Because we've seen the worst already. Worst he can do is say no. In that case, I will fly back home immediately." I said and he sighed.
"Are you sure I can't go with you somehow?" Clay whined.
"I don't need my future husband in prison for life, so no." I replied and rubbed his back. He melted into my touch.
"I'm gonna miss you." He said and I kissed his forehead.
"I'll be back soon." I reply, "and I was gonna give you this later, but I think you've earned it." I say and give him a medium white box.
"What's this?" He asked and tried to open it. I slammed the box lid back down and smiled at him.
"Wait until I'm out of sight." I said with a wink.
He helped me get my bag in the car and he drove me to the airport.
"Please be careful." He said one last time before kissing me goodbye.

I arrived at the man's house, checking the address several times over before finally knocking on the door. The man that answered it had messy brown hair and a choppy beard growing on his face. I stood there in shock, not quite knowing what to do.
"Can I help you?" The man asked me in a rough sounding voice.
"Um.. yeah.. are you Wilbur?" I asked sheepishly.
"WILBUR DOOR!" The man yelled.
"COMING!" Yelled a voice within the building. I was relieved to see that Wilbur was shorter and less built than the other man, could still easily break every bone in my body however.
"Hello sir, what can I help you with?" He said to me.
"Wilbur?" I asked to be sure.
"Yeah." He said and I started again.
"Do you know Clay?" Wilbur's expression changed. His warm greeting slowly fading.
"What does that bag of bones want?" He asked.
"Can I come in?" I asked and he smiled at me again.
"Ah yes, of course sorry. Come in..." he waited as if he was expecting me to fill the silence with my name.
"George." I said and walked in, sitting down at the dining room table with him, glancing at the living room to see at least three boys loading guns.
"Don't mind them." He said and I nodded, "so Clay, what does he want?" Wilbur asked.
"Well it has come to my attention that you refused to sign divorce papers." I said and waited for his response.
"Why would I ever let Clay remarry?" Wilbur said.
"I don't know what happened between you, but you two need to move on." I said.
"So you're his boyfriend?" He asked catching me off guard, "or fiancé I guess." He muttered.
"Yes." I responded, "and I would really like to have whatever you two did end so that I can have Clay." Wilbur laughed and sat down adjacent from me.
"Listen George, I had that thought as well; if I marry Clay the spark will never end. But I have some news for you." He said

~meanwhile back at the cabin~
Dream's POV
I waited an hour after coming back from the airport. I couldn't stop thinking about George. What if Wilbur tells him about... I can't think about that. I sit up on the bed and look around the room, resting my eyes on the box that George left. I got up and popped the lid off the box revealing what looks like a small film project with several volumes, several small numbered envelopes, and a few toys he picked out. I smile at all the components and I dig out a larger envelope with the words read me on it. I opened it up and began reading.
Hey Clay, I wanted to get you the best gift in the world so I had to think hard. I know you like puzzles so I figured I'd make one that would intrigue you. Start on volume one; and be aware that your actions have consequences. 😉
I bite my lip and look at the CD in my hand, slowly sliding it into the player. I sit down on the couch and hit play. George's face comes up with a grin.
"Hey Clay." He says to the camera then stands back so that I could see what he was wearing. He had a dog collar that said Master across his neck, a miniskirt that just barely covers his panties, and a plain black crop top on. "How are you doing right now?" He asked through the camera, biting his lip and bringing a hand up to chew on his nails.
I sat there, my jaw dropped, my pants tight so I took them off. He swayed slightly, allowing the skirt to ride up slightly then he pulled it back down. He giggled and kept bringing the camera closer to him until it was pretty much shoved up his skirt, he then turned and let his ass face the camera. He bent forward and pulled the panties to the side. He grabbed a dildo from beside him and put it at his entrance. He looked at the camera as he rubbed around it, teasing himself.
"Uuhh~ Clay~" he moaned and I spit in my hand, coating my dick with saliva. I watched as he put it in and fucked himself hard with it. Moaning frequently and loudly.
I turned the volume down slightly and continued to beat off watching and following his rhythm. I watch him cum, forcing the plastic out of himself and drain himself turning around and picking up the camera so that it was only his face again.
"If you didn't cum while watching this, open envelope one." He said and winked.
I froze, not knowing what to do as the video ended. Technically I'm following the rules if I finish now, but it feels so dirty. I take my hand off and look in the box for the tiny envelope. I open it and smile as I see George, in the maid dress from when I kidnapped him, with his eyes crossed and his tongue out.
Another was an ass shot of him in said dress with the caption good luck on vol. 2😉 I no longer need to worry about releasing.