Dreamnotfound Smut(emotional)

Love you... again

George's POV
"What are you gonna do?" Clay asked me, his hand now on mine. I ran my hand further up, his hand following.
"I think you know." I say trying hard to keep a steady voice. I grabbed his crotch and he smirked at me.
"Can it wait, I'm hungry." He said and there was a moment of silence. I looked around to see a few people walking about; in other words, this place is too public.
"IF I wait, what will you give me?" I asked, turning the conversation back to him.
"I'll let you do whatever you want." He said and pressed my hand into his crotch, gently.
I bit my lip, thinking intensively about what I could do.
"Okay, I'll let you eat," I began, then pulled my hand to his neck to tease it, "but... I will not go easy." I say to entice him, but my voice was shaky. He looked down at my hand and smiled.
"I don't expect you to." He said and exited the car.

We enter the restaurant to see three masked men at the register in front of us. I look closer to see at least one of them has a gun.
"Let's get out of here." I whispered to Clay. He looked at the men, then at me.
"Because of them?" He asked in a normal tone, making them turn around.
"Because of who?" One of them asked. He reached into his pocket, shifting it and supposedly pointing a gun at me.

"Clay?" I say nervously.
"Because of you. I just want food, but you have to rob the place." Clay said in a sassy tone, surprising everyone else.
"You seem like a decent fella, so I'll give you two options. Option one: you and your boyfriend here can get in this line of all the other poor fools who decided to eat to be dealt with later. Option two: we make an example out of you." The larger man said back to Clay.

"We we're just leaving!" I yell and grab Clay's arm. Clay pushes me away and approaches the man.
"You picked the wrong moment. I want to eat here." Clay said, now standing close enough to touch foreheads with this guy.
"You really want to mess with a guy holding a gun?" The man said, pressing the barrel into Clays hip.

"No!" I yell and Clay's hand shoots up, telling me to stop.
"Buddy, you and I both know that's your hand." Clay said, making my eyes go wide.
"You wanna bet." The man said with a steady tone. I felt tears crawling to my eye sockets; I was gonna watch Clay die because he's a cocky, stupid idiot.
"Take your best shot brawlers." Clay said.

There was a pause before the guy yelled out a sling of curses and ran out, his buddies close behind.
Clay took a deep breath, then walked up to the counter. The greeter was still cowering behind the register.
"Table for two." Clay said as if he hadn't just risked his life by pissing off three large gentlemen.
"Right away." The greeter said with fear still lacing their voice.

After we got our drink order in, Clay looked at me. He probably noticed how all the colour left my face.
"Hey, George. You okay?" Clay asked.
"No." I said.
"Because of..." he gestured to the door.
"Yeah." I said in a no doy voice.
"I'm sorry, I should have told you." He said and my eyes darted to meet his gaze.
"Told me what?" I asked. I considered causing a scene; a scene that makes Clay fear for me; a scene that makes him the one that's worrying too much.
"Those guys literally couldn't shoot anyone; their guns are fake and half of them don't even have those." Clay explained.
"You were right Clay." I said and smiled. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"Yeah? Guess I was." He said inquisitively.
"You should have told me. Before I convinced myself you were going to be shot in front of me! I know you like to have a lone wolf vibe, but when will you let me be informed?" I poured out. I couldn't do this dance anymore. We just came back from therapy, and we are not even home yet and arguing.

"What do you mean informed?" Clay asked.
"I want you to tell me the risks when you make decisions. I can't see all of them. Like the gun thing: I was convinced the gun was real and you were gonna die 100%, but you knew that the best they could do was physical combat. Which is still-" I started then Clay interrupted.
"The would have never tried physical combat." He said point-blank, making me wait for more to that response. He must've picked up that I wanted an explanation.
"Since they went to the lengths to convince others that they are armed when they weren't makes me believe they are incapable of physical combat." Clay continued.
"Well I guess... don't do that again." I said, feeling like a broken record. Was he even trying to improve, or was it all me.
"I could start logging my life for you." He said.
"Why? I'm scared you'll die stupidly, not unaccomplished." I joked and Clay gave me a smile.
"No. I mean I'll record myself telling my stories that are too hard to talk about. You get to know what I went through, and I can get it off my chest." Clay said.
"It would be nice to know a bit more about you. But you are sure? I don't want to read my boyfriends diary." I said.
"It's not reading my diary, it's listening to me discuss the hardest parts of my past." Clay reassured me.
"I'd like that then." I said and we both smiled at each other.

"Now speaking about getting things off your chest." I say and trace the neckline of his shirt.
"We are still fifteen minutes away from the cabin." Clay says and presses my hand into his chest.
"That's too long." I say and scoot towards him.
"Let's get on the road. The sooner the better." He said and I pushed his shoulder down, making him remain seated.
"Why are you so desperate, just live in the moment." I said and looked at his face as it darkened slightly.
"We should get the cheque, and leave." He said.
"I'm happy to watch you take care of that." I say and lean back.

He stood up and my eyes drifted to his ass. He looks so perfect right now. A complete mess: but perfect.
He noticed me eyeing him up as he stood in line to pay.
"Do you mind." He mouthed to me.
"Yeah." I mouthed back and chewed my lip.
I need to stop staring like this! I think and he finally comes to the car.
"Were you?" He asked with the cheekiest grin.
"Maybe." I say and he starts the car, putting us back en route for the cabin.

(A/N: I'm so glad this book has half a million views. I've been battling depression lately, and lost my job because of it. I hope all of you are doing a lot better. Thank you for all the inspiring messages and comments from the last chapter. Stay safe❤️)