Dreamnotfound Smut(emotional)

Surgery

Clay's POV
It feels as if a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, or should I say out of my neck. Techno, the literal pain in my neck, can't control me now.

It was the next day. Skeppy had his tools, Bad was selling a house, and I was keeping an eye on George's vital signs.
George was face down on the floor with a pillow propping him up. Skeppy cut into his neck, and kept digging. He finally found it.

"What the hell?" Skeppy said as he turned his head to look at George's chip.
"What is it?" I asked.
"His chip, it's... backwards somehow." Skeppy said. I took a look at wha he was seeing.
"I don't follow." I said.
"Well you see this wire here?" Skeppy asked and picked up a green wire.
"Yeah?" I said.
"This is supposed to be at the front of his neck." Skeppy replied. I scrunched my face.

Skeppy continued to tamper with it.
"God! Did a fucking toddler install this?!" Skeppy yelled and sighed dramatically.
"Can you still disconnect him?" I asked Skeppy rubbed his eyes.
"No. The signals are too far up. I can still disconnect the tracker so that he could hide?" Skeppy offered.
"Do it." I said and sighed looking at George's face.

He was still not aware of this terrible news. He's gonna wake up, and ask how it went, and we have to tell him.
"If I knew what angle this was installed at I could actually get a proper indication of where I need to cut directly." Skeppy said.
"I have no clue." I said and Skeppy nodded, bandaging George's neck.

I sat with George for an eternity. I kept thinking about how he's gonna take the news. He's stuck. It's all my fault.
I then feel him shift before he stretched. He kept his eyes closed and put both hands on my chest. I laughed.
"Who do you think you're fooling?" I asked. George's mouth curled to a smile. I smiled back.
"Morning." George said. He sat up and kissed me.

"We're both free now." He said and hugged me tightly.
"Actually..." I trailed off. George pulled back.
"What happened?" George asked.
"Best Skeppy could do is take out your tracker. You're still chipped." I said sadly and looked down.
"Shit." George said and laughed slightly.

"I'm so sorry George. I shouldn't have gotten you involved in this." I apologized. George angled my chin so that I was looking at him.
"I'm still here. And I'm still okay." George said.
"You won't be. Techno-"
"Can't find me." George said. I laughed.
"He will." I said.
"I'll worry about that later." George said. He straddled me.

"Why are you so calm about this? Yesterday you were willing to die before keeping the chip." I asked.
"Guess I realized there's a lot more I have to worry about." George said.
"Like what?" I asked.
"Like my dumbass fiancé." George joked.
"Wow, harsh." I joked back.
"What are you gonna do?" George asked. And grinned. I put my hand on his throat.

"Guys?" Skeppy said from the other side of the couch. I looked over and he waved at us.
"What?" I asked.
"I don't want to be here for this." Skeppy replied.
"Then leave." I said.
"Why don't you guys go to the bed?" Skeppy asked. I rolled my eyes and stood up, holding George like a frontal backpack.

I got into the bedroom and dropped George on the bed, closing and locking the door.
I turn to see George already took everything off.
"That was fast." I joked. George strutted over and kicked my pants off. I smiled and stared at his smug little face.

"Don't you know how rude it is to pants someone?" I asked.
"As rude as it is to keep me waiting." George responded. I smirked.
"Well that, I can fix." I said and locked lips with him. He grabbed my shirt hem and slowly pulled it over my head. He then pulled my boxers down while sinking to he knees.

He licked my shaft, keeping eye contact. I smiled at him and ran my fingers through his hair, tucking a strand behind his ear.
"You're so beautiful." I said. George blushed and looked away for a second before I pulled his head up to my tip. He licked it and opened his mouth, looking at me desperately.

I thrusted into his mouth and continued to pump in and out. He took it all without an issue. His eyes stayed on my eyes.
"Little~slut~" I moaned and George tilted his head back, getting up.

"I'll show you slut~" George promised and pushed me onto the bed. I leaned back and watched him sit on me, taking me in. He sat there, waiting patiently for me to say something to him. When I did nothing but smile. He stopped and sat on top of me, I was fully inside him.

"I don't move until you let me~" George said. I smiled.
"You can't just sit there forever. Eventually you'll give up." I said. George laughed.
"Unlike you, I can control myself." George said. I laughed.
"That's not what it seemed like yesterday." I said. George continued to sit still. I started to get impatient, but I wasn't giving up.

"Had enough yet?" George asked as I looked him up and down.
"Just a little longer." I said. George finally sighed and put his hands on my chest coming up and sitting back down again.
"Ha~" I moaned.
"You're so lucky you're sexy." George said and kissed me.
"You're so lucky you're cute." I said back.
"What would you do if I wasn't?" George asked.
"This." I said and pushed him off me and onto the bed.

He laid on his back and bit his lip.
"This isn't bad." George joked.
"Yeah?" I asked and threw his ankles over my shoulders. I thrusted in and started moving right away, pounding into him. He screamed and I covered his mouth.
"Don't want Skeppy to know~ what a slut you are~" I said and George shook his head.
"Good~quiet." I said and removed my hand. George put his own hand in his mouth and bit down on it.

"I can't~ Clay~" George begged.
"Don't cum~" I said and put my thumb over his tip. He looked down at my hand and breathed deeply. I came in his ass and released my grip, letting George cum on himself.

"Slut." I said and kissed his cheek.
"Whore~" George said, out of breath.
"Fair." I said and George laughed.