Dreamnotfound Smut(emotional)

Unpacking the closet

Dream's POV
I've never felt this way before. I have always been so calculated, and I've always had a plan B if anything went wrong. When I thought I was losing George, I thought I couldn't live with myself. Maybe he just let me see that I'm not just a delinquent. I want to be something better, and make something of myself.
I started to clean out the closet. I got rid of everything I could possibly use to do anything against the law. My files: gone, my guns: gone, my film equipment: mostly gone. Then I got to a familiar box. It had a floral pattern scattered across it and it was sealed up extremely tight. I forgot what was in it and decided to open it. When I did, I saw about a thousand plastic bags filled with cocaine. I picked one up and looked at it in my hand. It had one of Techno's trademark pig stickers on it, so I assumed it was from a batch two years ago. Does this go bad? I wonder to myself and I dump a small amount on my knuckles, bringing my nose to it.
"Ah! Fuck!" I yelled out in pain and I heard George's feet hit the floor. I panicked and threw the rest of the bag into the box closing the lid just before George walked in.
"Hey how's it going?" He said and I looked at him, paranoid that he knows.
"It's good! You can look if you want." I say and he takes my offer, stepping beside me to get a better view.
"Wow!" He said, "there's nothing in here anymore."
"I got rid of most of it, now we can actually use this closet." I say happily.
"Well do you wanna take a break, we can order in today." George said and wrapped an arm around me.
"Sure, when the food gets here I should be done anyways." I say and he gives me a kiss, walking back to the couch.
I turn back to my other problem, the box of drugs in my closet. That hit was nice, but I'm trying to get sober now. I pick up the box and feel it right away, the attachment. I can't just flush it, it's worth at least a couple thousand bucks. I can't sell it because I'm trying to stop breaking the law. This leaves me with one option, hide it back in the closet. I put the box on the top shelf and piled a few books on top of it, hopefully that keeps it in place.
I finish the closet and sit down with George who was already opening the Chinese food we ordered. After eating we took a longer look at the closet wondering what it could be used for.
"We already have an extremely big closet in the bedroom so we don't exactly need the other one." George said.
"Well let's just stay out of this closet for now." I said and George smiled then walked into the closet.
"It's pretty spacious. We could take the shelves out and make another room." George said.
"What kind of room?" I asked, entering the closet as well.
"Well I was thinking of an office. Just get a couple computers in here, it would be exquisite." He said.
"That's a great idea! We can go down to my pal at the chop shop. He doesn't do computers often, but I think he coul-"
"Clay! No crime?" George reminded me.
"Right. We will head down to the electronics shop tomorrow to see what they got." I say somewhat disappointed.
"This is hard for you, huh?" George said and held my hand, tracing circles in it.
"It's hard to abandon an entire lifetime, but it's worth it." I said and looked at his blushing face.
"I love your effort Clay, you'll get there eventually." George said and tucked a tuft of my hair behind my ear.
"Thanks." I said and pulled him in for a kiss.
"So... I guess I should get out of this closet now." George said and I smiled, opening the door and leaving. George left the closet and stood in front of me for a bit before sliding something in my pocket. He then continued to our bedroom. I took the note he left in my pocket and read it:
Meet me in ten ❤️

I walk in to find George in yet another sexy outfit. This time it was literally just a bikini.
"How does that even fit you?" I ask.
"It doesn't." He said and got up.
"Is this my reward from your game?" I ask.
"Maybe." He said and kneeled in front of me.
"How long have you been planning this?" I asked.
"Do you want to fuck me or not?" George asked and put a hand on my waistband.
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes I want to fuck you." I said and he flashed a smile at me before pulling my pants down to my thighs, focusing on my now exposed shaft. He licked it tip to base on all sides of it, then came back up and put the tip at his lips. He teased by only going an inch, then swirling his tongue around it. I locked eyes with him and slowly put a hand on his head, watching him nod slightly before trusting the whole thing down his throat. He took it all easily, over and over again. It was all just an elaborate reuse to show off his zero gag reflex.
He then came up and took the bikini bottoms off, kicking them away, and then stepping on my pants, he pulled me out of my bottoms as well. He fell onto the bed on his back, spreading his legs for me. I threw my shirt to the side and got between them, bringing my face to George's.
"You ready slut?" I asked him and he laughed.
"Yeah." He finally said and I thrusted in.
His moans filled the room. I threw his legs over my shoulders and picked his hips up, getting a good angle. I began moving, hitting his prostate and earning several moans. I brought a hand up to the swim top and pulled it off him.
"Uhh~ please~!" George moaned loudly.
"Please what George?" I ask grinning. He looks at me as I continue to pound him.
"Fuck~!" He moaned and threw his head back, cumming.
I pick up the pace, eventually orgasming as well. We both readjust so that we can cuddle.
"So did you like your reward?" He asked.
"It was worth the six day wait, if that's what you mean." I answer. He laughed.
"The closet is amazing, but I think you need to get outside help." He said.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"A sponsor if you will, but instead of drugs or alcohol they help keep you on the right side of the bars." He explained.
"You mean a therapist?" I ask, he laughs.
"Yeah I guess so." He giggles.
"I think I will get therapy for myself." I said and George sighed with relief.
"Oh thank the Gods, I thought you would fight me on that," he said, then gripped my chest, "til then, feel free to talk to me about anything." He finished.
"Yep," I nervously laughed and remembered the cocaine box, "I will tell you everything." I say.