Dreamnotfound Smut(emotional)

Out of touch

George's POV
I swear I never realized how fucking horny Clay is until now. I knew his sex drive was high, but I can't even eat near him without setting him off. Eventually the pain started dying down. After a few days, he could walk again.

"George? What's the name of that actor?" Clay asked from the couch.
"Who?" I asked and sat down next to him.
"That guy! Black." Clay said.
"Eddie Murphy?" I said.
"Yes! Thanks that would have killed me." Clay said.

"How are you feeling today?" I asked.
"The bruises are mostly gone. Now it's all internal." Clay answered.
"How's the internal pain?" I asked.
"It hurts." Clay said and I rolled my eyes. I stopped prying.

Skeppy walked through the door in a full Hollywood zombie costume. Both me and Clay looked at him with a confused expression.
"Skeppy?" Clay asked.
"Yeah?" Skeppy responded.
"What the fuck are you wearing?" Clay asked.
"Language!" We hear from Bad. Bad stayed in their bedroom for most the time.

"Sorry babe!" Skeppy yelled back. Then he turned to Clay.
"I thought I'd spice things up at work." Skeppy said. We started laughing.
"Skeppy, you work at a morgue!" Clay chuckled.
"And? I've risen from the dead! Clever right?" Skeppy replied.

"Skeppy if you're wearing that stupid costume again I'm leaving this house!" Bad yelled from the room.
"No! I'm not wearing the costume!" Skeppy lied and gestured for us to shut up. Skeppy ran into the bathroom and started changing.

I looked at Clay and he looked at me, we laughed for a bit then returned to the movie. Skeppy came out of the bathroom and walked to the bedroom.
"Wait for it." Clay said.
"Wait for what?" I asked. I heard the bedroom door shut and Clay turned to me. He held three fingers up and started counting down. When he got to zero I hear a moan from the bedroom, followed by shushing. My eyes widened.

"Wow. Now we know how Wilbur felt." I joked and Clay laughed.
"Yeah, but he deserves it." Clay said and I nodded. I cuddled up to Clay and the moans got louder. I covered my ears.
"Jeez. How loud do they need to be?" I asked. Clay laughed.
"You're not one to judge." Clay joked. I punched him in the arm weakly.

"I'm not that loud." I whine. Clay pulled me closer and I made a squeaky noise as he pressed his fingers into my side.
He smiled at me with a told you so face.
"Shut up." I whined again and glanced at his lips.
"We don't want to be them." Clay said and pointed at the bedroom.
"Fine. I'll table it." I said. Clay smiled.
"Good boy." He said and I rolled my eyes to hide my blush.

Finally the other two finished. I sighed with relief. A few minutes later Skeppy walked out in a pair of pyjama pants. Me and Clay stared at him.
"What?" Skeppy said and got a banana.
"Remind me why you convinced Techno to reactivate my chip?" I asked Clay, jokingly.
"Were we loud? Sorry." Skeppy said and smirked, taking a bite of banana.

He finished his snack and joined us on the couch.
"So techno chipped George?" Skeppy asked.
"He chipped both of us." Clay said.
"God I used to hate installing those things. I'm so glad I just taught him to do it himself." Skeppy said.
"Did the process require hanging the victim upside down?" I asked. Both of them looked at me, confused.
"Um.. no? Why?" Skeppy replied.
"No reason." I said.

"Do you know how to get rid of the chip?" Clay asked.
"Kinda. It doesn't really work like that." Skeppy said.
"Well what do you mean kinda?" Clay asked.
"I can deactivate certain features. Not all of them. You have to remember, it's replacing a part of your brain." Skeppy said.
"Well can you at least take control away from Techno?" I asked. Skeppy thought for a second.

"You know, if I picked up a universal remote, I may be able to do that." Skeppy replied. I looked at Clay with excitement.
"How soon can you do that?" Clay asked Skeppy.
"Tomorrow I guess. I can pick up some stuff after work." Skeppy said. Bad walked out of the bedroom in a suit and grabbed an apple.

"Got a house, bye!" He said while bolting out the door. Skeppy smiled at Bad, but didn't say anything.
"You guys are extremely cute." I said.
"What do you mean?" Skeppy asked.
"You and Bad. You both seem like amazing people and you work well together." I said. Bad laughed and scratched his neck, blushing slightly.

Skeppy turned towards the movie.
"Why are y'all watching 80s crap?" Skeppy asked.
"Someone has a crush on Eddie Murphy." I said and looked at Clay.
"I do not. I forgot his name once." Clay responded.
"Sounds like deflection to me." Skeppy said and we high-fived. Clay rolled his eyes.

"Whatever." Clay said and pushed me off him. He walked away to the bathroom.
"Is he okay?" Skeppy asked.
"Yeah, why?" I said.
"He would usually start slamming me back. He never ends an argument with whatever." Skeppy said. I looked at the bathroom door.
"He's fine... I think." I said and Skeppy shrugged.
"I mean he also just lost everything to Techno so I can't really say he has no reason to act weird." Skeppy said. I then realized what was wrong.

"He hates it here." I said. Skeppy jolted up.
"Well he doesn't have to be here." Skeppy said.
"He does. You're his last line of support. He doesn't want to feel like a burden." I said. Skeppy looked down and sighed.
"Never thought of that." He said. I patted his shoulder.
"He'll come around. Until then, maybe redirect your energy." I advised.
"I'll take that advice." Skeppy said and smiled.
"Thanks George." Skeppy said.
"No problem."