• GEORGE'S PRICE •

• two •

tw: suggestive, slight smut

george was back at the bar. his feet shuffled defeatedly towards the stone staircase in front of the bar, hearing the familiar, muffled music seeping into his ears. there was a grand total of twenty five pounds in his small, white clutch-bag that rested on his hip. surely dream would let him off again; he really was all bark and no bite.

he waited for the now predictable feeling of his thick hand on his neck and turned to face the man.

"hey dream," george blinked, shoving the notes into his hand. dream looked at him, surprised. his mask slipped down, uncovering more of his face, and he pulled it up in a hurry.

"how much is this, georgie?" dream ruffled through them. "this isn't enough." he tucked a stray curl of dark hair behind george's reddening ear. "i thought you would bring me what i needed."

dream snarled under his breath, feeling george's soft skin heat up under his touch. "if you can't give me what you owe in a week i'm going to-"

"what are you going to do?" dark eyes connected sharply with dream's, george glaring at the taller past a cascade of perfect hair, letting out a quick breath from his small, pretty nose. a light shimmer of blush rested on his pale cheeks. he tried to hide his quivering fingertips from dream, whose eyes were flicking carefully around george's face.

"what am i going to do?" dream repeated, smiling slightly under his hood. "oh, george. you shouldn't need an answer for that." he moved his face closer, until their noses were almost touching. george bit his lip. "pretty little boy like you," dream continued. "you'll find the money."

george felt his previous bravado seeping away as he looked dream in the eyes.

"and if you can't, then you, georgie," dream said slowly, gently resting his gloved hand on george's cheek. "are going to pay me a much more valuable price."

george's breath hitched, painfully aware of their closeness. he knew how red he had gotten, and tried to hide his concentrated flush. "a-and what would this price be?" george struggled to regain his composure, forcing himself to act tall and strong; almost taunting dream into ruining him.

dream's hand slipped down, brushing against george's sensitive spot as he leaned in to whisper in his ear. "georgie i want you to help me."

george knew immediately what he meant, feeling a hard bulge poking between their legs. he shuddered as dream grazed his pants again. he bit his lip in an effort not to cry out.

"d-dream, i can't do that! n-not here..." george pushed the man away from him, covering his crotch so dream wouldn't see the affect his words had on the poor boy.  "not ever." he blushed furiously, lewd thoughts flickering through his mind.

dream sighed, leaning back so that his boner was clearly visible. "i guess," he mumbled from behind his mask. he ran a sweaty hand through his hair, breathing heavily.

george looked at him, his porcelain face twisted in pity for a moment, before turning to walk away. dream watched as his hair bounced while he walked, and longed to run after him, and fuck him senseless, but dream restrained himself, and pushed the unreasonable thoughts out.

he didn't know why he looked at george like this, he was really just another victim to his money-making scheme. dream didn't care about him, he wasn't supposed to feel anything, but in truth, dream felt an irresistible pull towards the king's son, and every time they met, it would get increasingly more difficult to hold back the pull.

he wanted to hold george's pretty neck with his strong hands, and mark all up his collarbone with little stains of pleasure, scarring his innocence and placing his ownership on the small boy. he wanted to hear george's erotic little noises; muffled grunts and moans. he wanted much more than teasing.

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george sat on his bed, panting as he released onto the floor. dream had no right to make him feel so... alive. he felt in a daze, as if time has slowed down, and the world was paused.

he had barely exchanged a normal conversation with the man, let alone know his real name. if george thought about the man, all he could think about was his smooth voice, enveloping his breath like velvety ribbons of pure, sweet chocolate. he could think about the way dream's fingers would press into his limbs, bruising them for days to come.

it was irrational, it was irresponsible, it was many other things and least of all healthy, but george had gotten obsessed with him, cooing over his simple moves, pleading for his attention. george found himself drifting off in lessons, dreaming about dream and the way he was.

"george, are you ok? you seem really off." a boy looked up at george with peering black eyes, thin tufts of dark hair loosely falling out of the beanie messily positioned on his head. "like, i don't know, in love or something." alex held george's forearm tightly, and leaned closer. "who is this person? tell me now!" alex howled with immature giggles, an evergrowing smile reaching the corners of his pale cheeks, the dim, yellow light from the cheap school lamps illuminating his already exaggerated expression.

"quackity- shut up. shut up. its- its nothing." george stuttered, using alex's nickname. he felt his face heat, and used his sweater to hide his reddening cheeks.

alex cried out with laughter at the expense of his dying friend. "are you sure? are you sure! it doesn't look like nothing, george! it looks very much like a something, george! george?!" quackity banged the table with his fist, trying his best to embarrass his friend in front of the others.

"is george in love?" karl, a fluffy haired boy in a colourful knotted sweatshirt asked, the sound booming out way too loudly with his high pitched voice.  "oh my god, oh my god."

"no- karl listen, no i'm not. its just alex being dumb, you are dumb, quackity." george protested, playfully hitting quackity as he feigned pain.

"i'm sorry! i'm sorry-" quackity giggled as he was assaulted with a flurry of quick jabs to the stomach.

"hey- quiet." the teacher snapped, bringing their attention all back to the aged textbook, leaving all the boys back in a preoccupied slump, quickly forgetting about george's "love", and sending half assed snarky comments under their breath about the teachers badly cut hair, and her ill-fitting shirt.

all was well, for now, as george smiled lightly at the antics of his friends, a soft breath parting from his warm lips. dream had departed from his mind, for a short while, at least.