Dreamnotfound Smut(emotional)

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George's POV
I went on the grocery run alone. Clay and I agreed that we shouldn't leave Wilbur alone in our cabin. Wilbur doesn't seem to be a problem to me, but he is on parole and we have quite a few valuables I don't want stolen. So I agreed to go shopping, Clay is home with Wilbur. I can just imagine the bickering that's going on. I started the long drive back to the cabin, hoping they didn't kill each other yet.

When I got into the cabin, I saw Clay on his phone. He was sitting on top of the bar crosslegged. I saw Wilbur tied and gagged to a chair.
"Really Clay?" I rolled my eyes and undid Wilbur's gag.
"Urg you're gonna let him talk." Clay complained.
"Why's he tied up Clay?" I asked.
"He stole a necklace I was gonna give you." Clay responded.
"That's a lie! He lost it!" Wilbur yelled. I looked at Wilbur with a serious expression. Wilbur stopped talking.

"How do you know he stole it?" I asked Clay.
"I just know." Clay responded.
"Check your pockets." Wilbur demanded.
"I already did! It's not there!" Clay yelled.
"How bout your jacket dipshit?" Wilbur argued. Clay got up and walked over to the coatrack. I watched as he patted all the pockets then sighed and turned to me, holding a necklace.
"What do you say?" I asked Clay.
"Sorry I blamed you." Clay said defeated.

I turned my attention to Wilbur. I started untying him. Or at least, I'm trying to. The ropes didn't budge.
"Clay? Can you help me out here?" I asked and Clay rolled his eyes.
"But look at how much less work it is to just keep Wilbur tied up." Clay begged. I gave Clay a cold stare that he reciprocated. Eventually he sighed deeply and took out a knife.
"Hold still." Clay told Wilbur then didn't even wait before cutting the ropes and leaving to the bedroom.

"Clay!" I yell. This still wasn't done. Wilbur got out of the chair and stretched.
"Jeez. Thanks George." Wilbur then said.
"No problem." I said and started unpacking the groceries. Wilbur then started helping me.
"Is Clay always so... hot headed?" Wilbur asked.
"You mean lately?" I asked. Wilbur laughed.
"Yeah. Like does he have a problem?" Wilbur asked and I stopped for a moment, considering the possibility.
"I don't think he does. I think he just hates you." I stated. Wilbur sighed deeply.
"I get why he treated me like that, but I was talking about how he was treating you." Wilbur said making my eyebrows shoot up.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I probably shouldn't get involved. I could never imagine treating a boyfriend like that." Wilbur said.
"So you've never had an icy stare down followed by putting away the groceries without him?" I joked.
"Hey, I'm here." Wilbur said. We then bumped into each other, sending several boxes tumbling to the floor. I got mine, Wilbur smacked his head on the island.
"Shit are you okay?" I asked, putting the boxes down.
"Yeah I think so. How does it look?" Wilbur asked and moved his hand. There was a large gash.
"Fuck. Here let me fix it." I said and sat him down. I grabbed the first aid kit and started cleaning the wound. Wilbur hissed and pulled away.

"Stay still." I demanded.
"Make me." Wilbur demanded. I straddled him and forcefully cleaned the wound. He allowed me to bandage it easily.
"Thank you." Wilbur said softly, I was still sitting on him.
"No problem." I said. Wilbur then glanced at my lips. In a moment of weakness, I leaned in. He kissed me softly. The kiss lasted a long time but we both held back a lot.
"What the fuck!!!" I hear Clay yell and I jump off of Wilbur. Clay looked at me with a betrayed look, then it turned to anger as he looked at Wilbur.
Wilbur hopped out on his chair and started backing up. Clay started marching forward. I stepped in front of Clay and tried to stop him, he threw me out of the way with ease. I grabbed his arm.
"Stay out of this slut." Clay growled at me. Making tears form in my eyes.
"You don't mean that." I said before they fell. Clay ripped himself away. Wilbur tried to open the door but didn't get enough time before Clay bashed his head into it. Wilbur stepped back and ducked, making Clay hit his hand on the door.

Wilbur grabbed Clay's leg and sent him toppling down, running away. Clay grabbed Wilbur's ankle and dragged him back. I cried for them to stop. Every time I tried to physically intervene they would both push me away.
"You don't deserve to live after this! You took everything from me! You can't have George!" Clay yelled while choking Wilbur. Wilbur smiled at him.
"Harder~" he moaned and Clays grip tightened.
"Clay stop." I sobbed and Clay looked at me finally. Seeing that I was crying so hard I was shaking.
"Why?" Clay said to me. Wilbur started going limp.
"Please." I said before crying harder. Clay looked at Wilbur and growled angrily. Then released him and got up.

Clay walked over to me. I look up to see blood decorating his face and shirt, most of it his own. I wiped my eyes. Clay reached out his arms and I hugged him tight. I looked around him to see Wilbur still gasping for air. Clay pulled back and grabbed my wrist, dragging me to the bedroom.
I looked back at Wilbur as he smiled at me. I turned away, thinking about what Clay was gonna do to me now.

Clay sat me down on the bed and started pacing slowly around the room.
"So... care to explain what I saw?" Clay asked.
"It's not what you think." I started and Clay laughed.
"Are you sure? So I didn't see you and my ex kissing. I didn't see you straddling him?" Clay asked and I looked down.
"He got hurt. I helped him. He thanked me. We kissed." I explained. Clay rubbed his eyes and looked at me.
"Who started it? No better, why did you go through with it?" Clay asked and I started crying again.
"I don't know. It will never happen again. It was a mistake, I promise." I reassured. Clay pushed me down pinning my wrists beside my head.
"You expect me to believe you?" Clay asked and looked me dead in the eye. His typical lie detector gaze.
"I'm not engaged to Wilbur. I owe him nothing. I owe everything to you. You can trust me." I try. Clay stared for what seemed like hours. He then kissed my forehead and released me.
"I believe you, but I still don't trust you. I hope you understand." Clay said. I sat up and nodded.
"Yep. That's fair." I said. Clay nodded.

"So what do we do about Wilbur?" I asked. Clay sighed.
"Well I mean I would love to kill him, but he's on parole. I don't want to destroy his chances of getting clean by violating his parole so we can't kick him out. So I don't have any choice. I just have to look at him for the next two months until this is all over." Clay explained.
"What are we going to do about me?" I asked and Clay took a deeper sigh.
"I'll figure it out later. Till then let's not have sex. We don't need a repeat of our anger fucking phase." He joked.
"So you're just... not gonna fuck me?" I joked.
"Correct. I need some time." Clay said and I nodded.
"I promise I will make it right. 100%." I said.
"100%" Clay smiled back.