Dreamnotfound Smut(emotional)

Afterparty

George's POV
Clay hugged me tight. After what I just saw, I held onto him as well. I didn't think he was doing this bad. I thought he was fine. He was a moment ago.

"Tell me what's wrong." I said. Clay sobbed into my shoulder. I guided him the the couch and he sat down. I sat beside him and held his hands.
"I almost drank again. I didn't. But I almost did." Clay said.

His hands were shaky. His face was full of tears.
"It's okay. You didn't. Let's focus on that." I said and brought him in for another hug. He took a breath and became calmer.

"Want to explain? You don't have to." I asked.
"I had a bad dream." Clay said.
"What was it about?" I asked.
"Techno... and Wilbur. I was on a table, I was strapped down, I couldn't move, and..." Clay started then looked down and started crying again.

"It's okay. None of it happened. You're safe." I said.
"Wilbur said I missed him." Clay said and I took a breath.
"It was just a dream Clay. Your brain just wants to scare you." I said. Clay dried his face. I handed him an entire tissue box.

"You're the strongest person I know. I'm extremely proud of you for not drinking." I said. Clay smiled.
"You're just saying that." Clay said and his smile faded.
"Maybe I am, but I believe it." I said and Clay nodded.

"What do I do now?" Clay asked and looked at the open fridge and bottle on the counter. I sighed and got up, putting the Whiskey away on the bottom shelf.
I walked back over to the couch and stood in front of Clay.
"That problem is solved now. You have my full attention." I said.

Clay smirked and pulled me forward, playing with my waistband.
"As long as I have your attention~" Clay said. I bit my lip.
"You do~" I said and he pulled my pants down. I wasn't hard yet, so he started licking me.

"Thank you for talking to me." I said and he stopped and looked up.
"I couldn't do it without you." He said. I ran my fingers through his hair and he went back to licking my shaft.
He grabbed some lube from the side table and put some in his hand, then he started lubing me up.

"You want me?" I asked in shock. He looked up as he jerked me off.
"You make me feel good." Clay said and looked away again. After he was done, he slipped out of his pants and turned around for me.
"Just be gentle." Clay said. I lined up.
"Do you want prep?" I asked.
"No. Just go slow." Clay said. I thrusted in slowly, getting half of it in before stopping.

Clays knees shook.
"Fuck. When did you get so big~" Clay asked.
"Since your tongue was all over me~" I said back. Clay smiled.
"Okay, put it all in." Clay said.
"Are you sure?" I asked and he nodded. I thrusted in the rest as slow as I did the first time. He moaned loudly.

"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Yes~" he moaned and I slowly pulled out. He moaned with pure pleasure, almost like a hum. I slowly pushed back in.
"Just like that~" Clay moaned. I kept at this slow and docile pace, checking in constantly to make sure he feels good.

"Next time something like this happens, just wake me up." I said. Clay laughed.
"You always know just what to do~" he said and I rubbed his sides.
"We should throw out the rest of the alcohol." I said. Clay shook his head.
"We keep it around for you." He said.
"It doesn't matter to me. You do." I said and he bit his lip.

"Hey George?" Clay said.
"Yeah?"
"Pound me~" he said and my eyes widened.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Use me~" he said. I took the invite and grabbed his hips, pulling out and slamming back in.

He scream-moaned as I did.
"You're still so tight~" I said.
"More~" Clay begged. I slammed into him again and kept going. He contracted around me and looked back at me with his mouth hanging open and his eyes desperate for me. I kissed him and he pulled his tongue back, letting me take over. I pulled back.

"Why are you so submissive right now?" I asked.
"Because I'm~yours~" Clay moaned. I laughed and kept going. He came on the couch and I stopped.
"Don't stop." Clay begged. I put it back in and went fast. He leaned back into me and took all of me forcefully.

"I love you George~fuck me~I love you~so much~" he started moaning. I came inside him and he started moving again.
"God you're horny~" I said.
"Please~" Clay begged. I proceeded to push him back down on the couch, pick up his hips, getting a deeper angle to pound him.

He was a mess beneath me. I fucked him hard and fast. His moans were loud and frequent.
"George~yes~" he moaned then came again. He panted as I kept going until I finished inside him again. He collapsed on the couch, out of breath.

"I needed that. Thanks." He said. I laughed slightly.
"Anytime. Want to help me do something?" I asked Clay took a deep breath and got up.
"Lead the way." He said, pulling his pants up.

I grabbed every whiskey bottle in the house and ran outside to some trees. I dropped most the bottles, keeping two. I handed one to Clay.
"Throw it." I said and Clay looked at the bottle and closed his eyes.
"Like this." I said and threw the bottle at the tree. I missed and it smashed on the ground next to the tree. Clay smiled.

He took a breath then whipped the bottle at the tree, watching it explode against the bark. He laughed and picked up another bottle.
"You're sure you don't care?" Clay asked.
"This is more fun Anyways." I said and he threw another bottle into the tree.

"I love you. I made the right choice." He said.
"I love you too. It's not a choice. I know it." I said. He pulled me in for another long embrace.