Dreamnotfound Smut(emotional)

Partytwohard

Clay's POV
We kept the party going. Pretty much everyone kissed everyone. I was having the time of my life and I hadn't even had a drink. I never knew it was possible.

"Clay, I'm going to bed." George said and rubbed his eyes.
"You poor drunk hottie. Go ahead, we'll wrap things up." I said and George stumbled to the bedroom.
"Alright. Party's over guys." I said and everyone groaned.

"Do you want me and Bad out?" Skeppy asked.
"Is your house ready?"
"Yeah."
"Then yes." I said. Skeppy got up and hugged me.
"Love ya man. Thank you so much, for everything." Skeppy said. I patted his back and then pulled back.

I looked at Bad.
"You're good to walk?" I asked.
"Yup. See you later." Bad said and pushed Skeppy out the door. I turned to see Nick and Karl holding up Quackity.
"He's had a few too many. He can stay with us." Nick said.
"Thank you. For everything." I added. Nick smiled and the three left together.

I turned around to see the mess before me. Cards on the floor, empty glasses everywhere, and the furniture was moved around a bit as well. I took a deep breath and started cleaning. I put the cards away, washed the dishes, and put the room back the way it was. I smiled, I've never been a part of an after party cleanup crew. It felt good.

I walked into the bedroom to see George in a robe, standing in front of the door, smiling.
"What's this?" I asked. George smirked and dropped the robe, leaving him naked.
"What happened to bedtime?" I joked. George wrapped around me.
"I need you~" he whispered in my ear.

"We still need to do it in the laundry room~" I said and George bit his lip.
"Take me there~" George whispered. I picked him up bridal style and carried him off to the laundry room. By far, this is the tiniest room in the house. I dropped George to his feet and he wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me into the room, kissing me sloppily.

"You're drunk." I said and George held a finger to my lips.
"Ssshhhh. Just fuck me." George said and I rolled my eyes.
"Are you sure?" I asked and stared him directly in his eyes.
"Please~" he begged. I kissed him again and he took off my shirt for me, throwing it out of the room.

"Go fast~" George said and tugged at my waistband.
"If that's what you want~" I said and George bit his lip and nodded. Then he sunk to his knees and pulled my pants off slowly.
"Are you trying to tease me~?" I asked.
"Maybe." George said and smirked.
"Is this the part where I beg?" I asked.
"Yes." George said and licked my shaft.

"That feels~do it again." I said.
"What this?" George asked and put the tip in his mouth. I ran my fingers through his hair as he started bobbing his head. I gripped his hair more and started thrusting. His lack of a gag reflex still amazes me. He pulled back and stood up.

"Your turn to tease~" George said and started grinding on me.
"No teasing~you said fast~" I said and pushed him against the wall and lined up. He looked me in the eye before I thrusted into him. He took all of me effortlessly. Then I started fucking him harder, pressing him against the wall with my entire body. He squeaked at the contact. I picked his legs up and fucked him faster, making him scream my name.

I waited until he came on his chest to cum inside him. Then I pulled out, completely out of breath.
"Holy fuck~" George said, the widest smile on his face. I picked him up again and carried him to bed. He fell asleep immediately. I kissed his forehead and tucked him in. My idiot. I think.

I couldn't sleep. I had a strange feeling that something bad was gonna happen. Something truly awful. I fell asleep and let my dreams take over my panic. A poor choice really.

Dream's Dream

I woke up on a table. I was clasped loosely to it. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move. Then Techno and Wilbur walked out of the shadows.
"What's the matter? Thought you missed me." Wilbur said then I woke up.

End of Dream

I started hyperventilating. I never felt crazy in my life until that moment. Why does Wilbur think you miss him? That was a strange thing to say. I don't miss him. He is the worst.
Why couldn't I move? It wasn't even good shackles! I could have stopped him somehow. I got out of bed. My body shook slightly.

Do I miss Wilbur? Maybe not in that way? In any way? I felt the thoughts bouncing around. I went to a box in the house and opened it up. It had a few photos of my friends and my thirty days sober chip.

Wilbur never wanted you to be better. George is just too hard to be with. No. George is the one who got me into AA at the start. This isn't his fault.

AA teaches you bullshit. Remember drunk Clay? I held the chip to my chest, feeling tears welling in my eyes. Why am I feeling this?

Wilbur made some amazing margaritas, remember. I do. I do and I don't want to. If only there was some magical way to forget my problems. Oh... wait...

I put down my chip and put the box away. I grabbed a half finished whiskey bottle from the fridge. That's right. Prove you aren't faithful to George. I put it back and closed the fridge. I don't want any of this. I just want it out of my head.

You and I both know... there's only one way to forget. I took the bottle back out of the fridge.
"Clay?" I heard from the doorway. Tears streamed down my face as I put the bottle down and ran over to George.

I hugged him tight. I feared that if my hands slipped away, they would make me slip up.
"What's going on?" George asked.
"I need you." I said back.