Dreamnotfound Smut(emotional)

Haywire

George's POV
After we made up after that fight, we always seem to jump into a new fight. We argue all the time, but then we get... sexual. Come to think of it, it feels awkward to be around Clay when we aren't fucking.

I woke up this morning to see he already got up. I rolled out of bed and threw on a pair of pyjama pants. As I walk to the fridge to fix myself breakfast, I passed Clay sitting at the island. He was drinking coffee and looking at his phone, I stood up tall.
"Morning." I said with a dismissive tone.
"Morning." He mimicked.

I got to the fridge and looked around. Eggs are good, but I'm feeling toast. Then again, fruit. My thoughts trailed until I settled on eggs and started cooking.
"Do you have anything to say to me today?" Clay asked randomly.
"Um... no, not really sorry." I said and turned my focus back on the eggs.

I feel two arms reach around me and two lips at my ear.
"We could go back to bed~" he moaned in my ear, making me blush.
"No thanks, Clay." I said, still trying to stay angry at him for something he said in the previous conversation.
"Oh come on. It'll just be me, you, and a bucket of lube." Clay whispered and ran his hands up my bare chest.
"I'm serious." I stated and I felt his hands trail down to my waist.
"Come on baby. I know you want me." He whispered before kissing my neck. I finally pushed him off of me.
"Get the fuck away from me!" I yelled and he backed up entirely and leaned against the island.

"Good, now that you have learned to talk to me, care saying something." Clay stated.
"No. I have nothing else to say." I said and turned back to the eggs to plate them.
"You're mad at me. Do you at least want to yell at me?" Clay asked.
"Why do you want to fight? I just want you to be happy. What am I doing wrong?" I asked hoping he would drop it.
"I don't want to have a huge fight later. I want you to express your emotions." Clay said.

I sat down at the island and started eating my eggs.
"Clay, if I ever had a problem, I've said something. I don't want to fight at all." I explained.
"That's a great theory, but reality is different. You're gonna have to tell me how you feel about me. Especially because the answer seems to change every day." Clay muttered.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked angrily.
"Don't act like you haven't been hate fucking with me!" Clay yelled back.
"What's wrong with that!?" I yelled back.

"What's wrong?! Do you love me?!" Clay asked loudly. I paused, thinking of a good comeback.
"I can." I say and smile at him.
I then pick my empty plate up and walk to the sink.
"Do you even hear yourself? You are mad at me, just say so." Clay said.
"Okay, I'm mad at you." I said and felt a weird sense of relief.
"And what are you mad for?" Clay asked.
"Clay, name one time in the past year you didn't put your life and mine in danger somehow. You are reckless!" I yelled.
"There are plenty of times. You are just focusing on the negative." Clay said.
"What's the positive that I should be focusing on then?" I asked.
"You said it yourself that I'm a good fuck." Clay said and moved closer to me.
"Well, you're not wrong. But it ain't worth my life or yours." I said to try and detour.
"But you're wrong, I would take a thousand more bullets for you." He said and gently put an arm around my waist.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I know you would take care of me. You're the best person ever and I love you." He purred.
"Stop lying to me." I said rolling my eyes and sat on the sofa.
"I'm not lying to you. I am expressing my emotions. You ought to try it sometime." Clay said.

"I am perfectly capable of doing so." I said and curled up. Clay sat next to me, leaving no space between us.
"I want to hear you yell at me. Release that anger." He said and ran a hand to my thigh.
"So this is a kink?" I questioned.
"Actually it's a genuine concern." He said, leaning towards me.
"If I yell at you, what do I get?" I asked. Clay rubbed my thigh and slowly made his way to my crotch.
"What do you want?" He asked in a deep voice.

I thought about it more. I had visions of more heated sex with Clay, then I thought about how mad I am at him.
"You still didn't apologize for lying to me." I said and grabbed his wrist making his motions stop as we looked into each other's eyes.
"I'm so, so sorry for hiding illegal product in our house. Let me make it up to you." Clay begged.
"Go find a way to make it up to me then." I said and kissed his forehead, pushing him away and turning the tv on.

A few moments later, Clay came out in nothing but an apron. I looked him up and down.
"Hey! That's my move." I accused.
"Not anymore." Clay said with a wink.
As I kept trying to keep my eyes off him and on the tv, I found the opposite to be easier. I watched him as he flailed about the kitchen, not really doing anything of value just random actions to remind me he's there.
"You are so annoying!" I yelled at him.
"How could I ever be annoying?!" He yelled back.
"Fuck you!" I yelled at him.
"You're gonna have to come here first." He said and leaned against the counter facing me.
I shook my head and kept watching tv until I heard a major crash in the kitchen.
"Clay! Are you okay!" I yelled as I ran over to help him. I looked to see him on the floor, completely motionless.

"Clay!" I yelled and dropped next to him.
"Please be okay." I said and felt for a heartbeat. The corners of his mouth then lifted and his eyes sprung open.
"Aw... I knew you cared." He said.
I dropped him on the floor.
"Not funny." I said crossing my arms.
"I had to get you to come here somehow." Clay said and put a hand on my shoulder.
"What? Why?" I questioned.
He then pulled us together for a kiss.
"Because I'm an attention whore." He whispered in between kisses. I pulled my hands up to the neckline of the apron and pull it off him, letting him untie the waist. I got up and pulled him to his feet.
I held both his hands and walked backwards, guiding him to the bedroom.

Once we were in Clay grabbed my waist and turned, pinning me to the dresser.
"Clay-?" I was cut off by him roughly kissing me again. Once he was done, he pulled up and looked me in the eyes again. There was so much nonverbal communication between us.
All that teasing and now you want to be top.
What are you gonna do?
I'm gonna show you I'm top.
Haha, I'd like to see you try.

I put a hand on his neck and pushed him back, watching him fall onto the bed and take a breath. I got on top of him and started grinding on his crotch.
He tried to grab my waist again but I grabbed his wrist and pinned it down beside him. I then feel a leg come up and send me down, flipping us. Clay started grinding on my crotch, using one hand to pin my wrists down and the other to slowly pull at my waistband. He pulled my pants down and smirked at me.
"No underwear?" He asked.
"Um... no." I answered.
"You are such a slut." He said, making me blush.
"Not as much as you are." I said back.

I tried to flip him, but he wouldn't budge. He grabbed a bottle of lube off the nightstand, smirking at me because he knows that I lost.
"Can we call a truce?" I asked softly and Clay paused for a moment, then emptied the rest of the bottle into his hand.
"Why? Are you scared I'll be too rough?" He asked and I felt my face heat up. He rubbed the lube over his shaft, coating it.
"You? Rough? Never." I said sarcastically. I then feel a hand at my throat.
"Keep it up and I might not go so easy." He said and squeezed slightly. I nodded and he pulled himself back, lining up.

"Are you ready?" He asked.
"Yes. And I admit defeat." I said and he laughed slightly before thrusting in.
He kept a steady pace, fucking me fast as usual.
"You're~ so rough~!" I moan out and he grabs my hips, getting slightly deeper.
"Uhh~ Clay please~ I'm gonna~!" I yell and I feel a hand at my shaft.
"Don't~" he said softly and I nodded, leaning back and focusing. Then he started stroking my shaft. I jolted my head up.
"Clay~ Uhh~ please~!" I moan. He smiles at me and pushes me back down to the mattress, going harder than ever.
"Not yet~" he moaned and I wrapped my legs around him.
"I can't take it anymore~! Please~! I'm~~~~~!!!~!~~!" I moan out as I cum all over myself.

"Slut." Clay said after I was done releasing. He then grabbed my legs and pulled them towards him as he rammed in, hitting a new part of me internally.
"Fuck~ Clay you're~ so~ deep~!" I moaned as he pounded me. He finally came inside me, pulling out and rolling off.

"I can't believe you were even gonna think about topping me." He said and ran his fingers through my hair.
"I can't believe you got so deep. Holy shit." I said still slightly short of breath.
"Can we stop fighting now?" He asked.
"Fine. I love you." I said and he perked up.
"That's the first time you've said that in a while." He said excitedly.
"Well I mean it." I said.
"Mean what?" He said and leaned over. I playfully punched his arm and laughed.