Dreamnotfound Smut(emotional)

Dysfunction

Dream's POV 
Skeppy had to work at the morgue that he apparently actually works at. Bad had to go show a house, he's a realtor. These two were actually doing extremely well for themselves. Skeppy told me he doesn't like using the money he earned from doing illegal things, instead he makes his own. I have to admit, for someone who used to be a massive pushover, Skeppy came back.

Since they were out, it left me with George. George refused to leave me alone, ever. I love him, but I don't want to tell him that he physically hurts me every time he does something cute. My dick was nothing but a large bruise-like hickey from that stupid machine. Whenever I got turned on, the pain all rushes there.

"Hey! I'm talking to you idiot!" George yelled from the kitchen.
"What?!" I shouted back.
"Do you want something to eat?!" George yelled.
"No!" I yelled and George came back in the room, biting into an apple.

Why? I can't just be normal about this. He had to choose a fruit gag to eat? My thoughts ran wild so I looked away from George and up at the ceiling instead.

"We should get a shower in before the others get back." George stated and I felt a familiar pain in my stomach. Don't.
"I think that's a great idea... I'll go first." I said and George laughed.
"You can't stand." George stated.
"I can! It's just extremely painful." I challenged.
"Well, I'm helping you shower." George said and I took a couple breaths.

"Do you think that's a good idea?" I asked and George raised an eyebrow.
"Why wouldn't it be a good idea?" George asked. I looked away from him.
"No reason." I said and George smiled.

"Good. Let's go." George said and held out his arms. I took them and let George pull me off the couch. I put my arm around his shoulders and he put his arm around my waist. We got to the bathroom and George had me sit down. I let him undress me, then he started getting undressed. I turned away and refused to look at him.

"You okay?" George asked and grabbed my hip. I'm assuming he wanted to get in the shower, but I flinched at his touch. I hit my wrist on the sink in the process. George took my wrist and examined it.
"You're bleeding again." George said and I kept looking down.

"Clay?" George asked softly. I slowly stood up.
"I can shower alone." I said and tried to walk over to the shower. I got there and held the side, taking some deep breaths.
"Clay, you obviously need my help." George said and I sighed.

"Fine. You can help me, but don't open my eyes for me." I said and George laughed.
"Do what?" He asked.
"I can't look at you." I said.
"Why not?" George pried.
"Because I'm broken! It hurts to look at you cause then it hurts more." I yelled. George stood back.

"So, let me see if I have this. You broke your dick, and now it hurts to get horny." George said.
"That's correct." I said, still looking away from him.
"And I get you horny. One look?" George asked.
"Stop. You're not helping." I begged. George breathed calmly.

"Let's get this shower over with. I'll put on something unflattering for the rest of the day if that helps." George said. I nodded.
He helped me into the shower and helped me lean against the wall comfortably. I closed my eyes tight and refused to open them. He took some soap and rubbed it on my torso. I groaned.

"Sorry." George said and sprayed the soap off. Every touch was the same agonizing pain. It slowly travelled down.
"George. It hurts." I said and George grabbed my dick.
"At least you can still get hard, so we know you didn't break it." George joked. I looked at him in the eyes for the first time since we got in the bathroom. He stared back and smiled. I shut my eyes again.

"Please. I'm clean." I begged. George turned the shower off and help sit me down on the toilet.
"You can dry yourself off, I'm gonna put some clothes on." George said and left the room. I hesitated then opened my eyes. I was alone in the bathroom. I looked down to see that George was correct, I was hard. I touch it softly and a jolt of pain shot through my body.

I took the towel George gave me and dried off. I waited for George to come back. He set down some clothes for me and I took a look at what he was wearing.
"No. You can't wear that." I said immediately. George looked down at the oversized sweater he was wearing.
"Why not?" George asked.
"It's too sexy." I said. George laughed.
"What is so sexy about a sweater that covers my thighs?" George asked.
"It looks like you're not wearing pants." I said.
"Well I'm not." George said and I took a deep breath and looked at the ceiling again.

"Please put on pants. Make them baggy." I begged.
"Okay. You can get your shirt by yourself right?" George asked.
"Yes." I said and he finally walked out I sighed and put my shirt on. I don't know how much more dodging I could do.
"Better?" George asked. He had the pants over the sweater making him look like a weird humanoid lump.
"A lot better." I said and looked down again.
"It's kinda too late though." I said disappointed. George took hold of it and started messaging it gently. I moaned and bit my hand.

"Is this okay?" George asked.
"Yes~" I moaned. His pace was slow, but felt better than the last million orgasms I had.
"You need to tell me what's wrong. Then I can help you." George said and I nodded.
"I'm sorry~" I said and George kept rubbing. His immediate touch felt like it was burning me, but the overall feeling made up for it. I eventually came and George wiped it off me.

I breathed with relief. I felt so much better.
"Thank you. I don't deserve you." I said.
"That's right, you don't. I'm terrible." George joked and I laughed slightly.
"But seriously, thank you." I said again.
"Anytime." George said and kissed my forehead.