Dreamnotfound Smut(emotional)

Separation

(A/N: mentions of substance abuse.)

George's POV
After Clay was done in the shower, I took my shower. I got a lot of time to think about it. I feel like I don't even know who Clay is anymore, he lied to me. I know he's sitting outside of this shower, waiting for me to come out so he can convince me to stay somehow. I'm not falling for him! That is final! Fool me once Clay, shame on you, you won't fool me again.
When I came out of the bathroom, I didn't see Clay. I glanced around the house to see he was gone. Then I looked out the window to see him standing next to a bonfire five times the size of him. I got dressed and headed outside.
"Hey Clay?" I said to him and he turned to look at me.
"Ah! George! I knew you'd be here soon." He said back with a slight slurring of his words.
"Whatcha doing out here?" I asked and he started laughing.
"I'm celebrating. I'm burning my past." He said and looked at the fire.
I looked at the fire as well, seeing that all the kindling is made of files.
"What are all those?" I ask and Clay laughs again.
"Blackmail folders... which reminds me!" He yelled and turned, grabbing a folder that's been dorkishly decorated with hearts and cursive letters, "this is yours." He said and handed me the folder.
I opened it to see every person in my family's information put onto one document. There was photos, addresses, Social security numbers, birthdays, and even a drawn up family tree. I looked at him in horror and he smiled at me.
"How long have you had this?!" I yell in disgust.
"You're welcome." He said cheerily and went back to a bench next to a gigantic pile of files. I took another look at my file, then threw it in the fire.
"So why are you doing this?" I asked. He opened another beer and chugged half of it before responding.
"I'm giving up." He said. I looked at him, his face full of despair as he laughed.
"Giving up how?" I asked.
"I'm not gonna tell you." He said.
"Why not?!" I asked.
"Because then you'll blame yourself." He answered. I nodded my head and walked over to the bench.
"Do you need company for giving up?" I asked. He looked at me, his drunken eyes wandering all over my face.
"Sure." He said finally and I took a seat beside him.
It was silent for a bit, peaceful even. Every few minutes, Clay throws another file in the flame. There was a long peaceful moment to make me realize I still love him.

"This isn't how I wanted to be..." he finally spoke and I turned to listen.
"I wanted to be a doctor. Can you even see that now? A doctor! Dr. Clay." He said and I smiled.
"What changed?" I asked.
"What didn't change?" He rhetorically asked, "I used to be a scrawny straight kid living in a group home, now I'm a strong gay adult who is a known criminal." He said and sighed.
"Well at least you have your own house now." I said and he laughed.
"Do you even know how I got the money for this cabin?" He asked and I shook my head no, "I sold drugs with Techno. It was a solid business, it had a steady flow of cash, so I wasn't worried about not affording a house in a small amount of time. Then my boyfriend at the time broke up with me and he left me in this cabin." He said.
"Is there a crime you have not committed?" I asked.
"I'm sure there's at least one or two I haven't." He said then thought for a moment, "rape! Never done that." He said excitedly and I laughed, letting him continue his story.
"Anyways, I was so depressed that once instead of selling my share of the drugs, I used them. They certainly got my mind off things, it just happened to make me miss my best friend's death as well." My mouth dropped open. I couldn't believe he was opening up this much to me.
"Why are you telling me this?" I asked.
"Because I need you to take this away from me." He said and handed me a small jar of white powder.
"What is this?" I asked.
"Cocaine." He answered then looked away, "I need you to get rid of it for me, I can't do it." He begged.
I looked at it and pocketed it.
"Consider it done." I said and he hugged me suddenly.

"Don't go." He whimpered.
"You lied to me." I said sternly.
"You also know I'll take a bullet for you. I know you would for me too." He said and slowly laid across the bench so his head was in my lap.
"You don't know me." I said.
"But I do," he said, "I've known you since day one."
I forgot about the file that is now a fine ash. I guess he does know me.
"Why the files?" I asked.
"You want the short answer, or the long story?" He asked.
"Short answer."
"I have major trust issues." He said and I laughed.
"What? What's so funny?" He asked.
"It's just... you're literally in my lap right now. I could totally kill you right now." I said and he laughed.
"But you won't." He said.
"Is that a challenge?" I smirked.
"It's a bet." He said and smiled at me. I pulled him up, back to his seated position next to me.
"What? Is there something wrong?" He panicked.
"Relax," I say and hold the sides of his face so that he looks at me, "I forgive you." I said and he smiled for a bit before his expression turned gloomy.
"Thanks... but I know you're just worried." He said.
"Of course I'm worried, I love you. I don't want to see you hurt." I said and he smiled again.
"So truce?" He asked.
"Yeah." I said and pulled him in for a kiss by the bonfire. We pulled back for a bit after that kiss, looking into each other's eyes. We then went back, harder than before. I feel his tongue slip in my mouth and go right for my throat. I moan in his grasp as he gets on top of me, moving my chin to the side to get a better angle.
I feel his hand slip between my thighs as we kiss, palming me through my bottoms. He trails up to my waistband and pulls my pants down, leaving me in my boxers. We pulled back, both of us gasping for breath. I pulled my shirt off and Clay did the same, going right back to kissing. He pushed me over so that we are both horizontal on the bench and started grinding on me roughly. He started undoing his jeans and sliding them off. I pulled back and went to his neck, kissing to his sweet spot then digging in. He moaned softly as he took my boxers off of me and threw his next to mine on the ground.
"Is this okay?" He asked in a deep voice and I released his neck.
"Yes~" I moaned then went back to his neck. After a moment I feel him line up with me.
I dropped myself to the bench and locked eyes with him.
"You remember the safe word?" He asked.
"Yeah I do." I say and he nodded then thrusted in, letting me adjust. He started moving and brought his hand to my chin.
"You're so beautiful George." He said and draped his other hand over my hip. I bit my lip as I moaned again, letting him control the moment.
He grabbed my hip and started thrusting faster, hitting my prostate every time. I came on his chest, some dripping to me. He came inside me as he always does.
"I love you George." He said softly in my ear before getting up.
"I think love you too." I said uncertainly.