Dreamnotfound Smut(emotional)

Paranoia

Dream's POV
The house is coming along great. George really knows how to pick out furniture. The house has a black and white theme to it. I could never pick this type of magazine decor. I developed my talents in other places.

"A bit left." George said and I sighed.
"Make up your mind." I said back.
"I did. It needs to be a bit left." George said and I picked up the couch and moved it left.
"There." I said and stepped back.
"Now a bit right." George said. I looked at him at raised my eyebrows.
"Seriously?" I asked.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." George said and sat down on the couch. I sat next to him.
"So that was the last thing?" I asked.
"Yep. I can now focus my attention on the wedding." George said.
"But not all of it right?" I asked. He rolled his eyes.
"Fine. I'll split my attention between the wedding and sex with you." George joked.
"I'll toast to that." I joked back and he punched my arm playfully. I then felt a shock in my neck. I put a hand on it and hissed in pain. George immediately noticed.

"What's wrong? Clay?" George asked and the pain stopped.
"I... I don't know. It felt like I was getting electrocuted." I explained and George's eyes widened.
"Do you think..." he trailed off and looked down at the ground, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Techno?" I asked and he nodded.
"Yeah. The chip?" George asked.
"Yeah. It's probably just a malfunction, why would he randomly zap me?" I asked. George's eyes widened again.
"Do you think he's here?" George asked.

"Calm down. It was just a little shock is all." I said. George scratched his neck harder.
"Can't we just... rip it out?" George asked and started hyperventilating.
"It's connected to our brain stems, you'd die." I explained.
"We have to do something!" George said and stood up, his eyes darted around the room. I stood up and hugged him tight.
"Hey, George. Where is all this coming from?" I asked.
"Some psychopath is trying to kill us and you are somehow calm!" George yelled and tried to break away. I held him in place, scared of what he would do if I let him go.

"He won't kill us." I said and George started kicking me.
"You don't know that." He said and broke free. He ran to the kitchen, I ran after him. I saw him holding a knife and looking at it, interested.
"George?" I asked and he pointed it at me.
"Start making sense. Techno needs to die." George demanded. I put my hands up in a surrender.
"I owe him money. He loves to collect. He won't kill me or you until he's reimbursed." I explain George looks away from me. I inched closer and he tightened his grip on the knife and backed away from me.
"What if he decides he doesn't care anymore?" George asked. I sighed heavily.

"Fine. What do you want to do?" I asked and George started crying.
"I want to not worry about it. I want to forget that I was ever there. I want to forget that he even exists." George ranted. I pulled out a bottle of whiskey from the fridge. George looked at me with a puzzled expression.

I poured two generous glasses of whiskey and picked one up.
"Here's to forgetting." I said and held out my glass. George nodded and put the knife down. He picked up the other glass and clinked it against mine.
"Thanks." He said and we both took a sip. I put the rest of my drink down and watched George chug his. He slammed his glass down and got another for himself.
"Pace yourself. It's only three." I warned.
"I know what time it is." George said and picked up the bottle chugging the glass and leaving it.

I followed him out to the couch with my glass. He laughed.
"Ditch the glass." George said.
"What would I drink?" I asked.
"Get a bottle." George said. I looked at the glass.
"I'm not even supposed to have this." I said. George sighed.
"It's fine. Just don't let me drink alone." George begged and took another swig. I chugged my glass and got a bottle, joining him on the couch.

"To no longer being sober." I said and clinked bottles with him. He started crying.
"I'm sorry." He said. I hugged him.
"Why?" I asked.
"I made you give up your sobriety." George said and I laughed.
"You are wrong for two reasons. One: I'm the one who poured first. Two: if Techno is here to capture us at any minute, I'd rather be totally plastered." I explained. George nodded and I took another long swig.

"I'm also sorry I got so paranoid." George said and looked down. I cupped his face and looked him in the eye.
"You're extremely cute when you're threatening to stab me." I joked and he kissed me.
"I'll stab you if you don't fuck me right now." George said. I choked on my whiskey.
"We're both drunk." I laughed.
"We're also both horny." George said. I looked at his completely serious face.
"And Techno?" I asked.
"Let's give the bastard a show." George joked. I kissed him and dropped the bottle, laying him down on the couch. He leaned back and propped himself up so that he could grind into me.

I pulled his pants down and he pulled mine down. I lined up.
"Clay~ don't be gentle~" George demanded. I thrusted in and started moving immediately. George wrapped his arms and legs around me, touching as much of me as he could. I came inside him and he laughed.
"Really already?" George asked and laughed. I blushed.
"Hey I'm drunk. You get what you get." I said and George rolled his eyes then flipped us so he was on top.

"Move over. Let the professional take over." George said.
"Oh a professional. Who certified you?" I asked and laughed. George choked me slightly.
"None of your goddamn business. Observe~" George said and sat on my tip, coming up immediately. He only took the tip inside him but kept moving up and down.
"Looks like a lot of teasing to me~" I complained.
"Well wait." George demanded and shuffled his body to get a better angle. He sat down, taking it all in at once and started bouncing. I leaned back and moaned, helpless in his grasp. He came on my chest and got off me.

"Thank you. I needed that." George said and kissed my forehead.
"Yeah... not a problem. I love you." I said and looked over at the two toppled over bottles of spilt whiskey.
"I guess we should clean this mess up then." I said and sighed.
"Why? Do we have guests?" George asked.
"No... unless you count Techno." I said.
"If it were up to me, I'd douse Techno in that whiskey and light him on fire." George said. I was shocked. Did he develop some of my aggressive energy?
"What's stopping you?" I asked.
"He's not here yet." George said. I hugged him.

"I know that it seems like we're going to both die, but until then can we just act normal?" I asked.
"Fine. As soon as he shows himself, I'm gonna take him down." George said and I laughed.
"The FBI couldn't take him down." I said.
"But I can." George said.
"You're drunk babe. Go to sleep. We'll work on some sort of battle plan later." I promised. George nodded.
"You'll help?" George asked.
"If we can find a plan that works, sure." I said and George hugged me.
"I love you. Don't ever change." George said.
"Same to you." I said back. And my eyelids became heavy.