George has been left by himself for a couple hours now. When he was left alone and had the chance, he examined the room around him. The bed he was laying on was in the center of the smaller room, the headboard only touching a wall, covers a light blue, twin sized. The walls were a light gray, almost white. Well he thinks. He's also colorblind so that's not so helpful. He only knew the color of the covers because he can see blue. There were two black folding chairs that sat across from the end of the bed. The door was to the left of the bed, in the far corner. It was in a short hallway type of thing, so it was hard to see, but you can still see when someone enters. Finally, to the right, there was a wardrobe against the wall, facing George.
George's thoughts were racing. "What do they want from me? Is the president worried about me? Are they looking for me? Are they going to save me? Why am I attracted to the guy who put me in pain on purpose? Am I.. no.. I can't be, I'm not gay...no."
The doors open again, this time it being Dream. He's carrying some bandage stuff and a bottle of rubbing alcohol. "Hey! Are you feeling better?" Dream asks in a caring voice, walking through the doorway. Secretly he hopes and prays that George isn't straight. Not for the fact that he's cute, but for the mission. "Who am I kidding he IS kinda cute.... but I also want to live so let's not think about that."
Shaking Dream from his thoughts, George looked at him in disgust and snapped "Why in the bloody hell would you care in the slightest? You pinned me down and sliced my skin without a care in the world just because I wouldn't talk. But NOW you all the sudden care?" His British accent coming out more then it was before. It tends to do that when he gets upset.
"That's fair. Well I came in here just to change your bandages and check up on how the cut is doing. We don't want it to get infected." Dream explained. He was trying so hard not to think about getting on-top of the other and making out with him. But the thought slipped into his head and he started to blush. Hopefully George didn't see. He walked over to the bed where George was and opened the first aid kit. "Turn on your side so I can get to it better please."
George did as he was told and he lift up his shirt. He isn't quite sure why he's letting Dream lay hands on him again. "What if he cuts my skin again?" When George felt Dream's hand touch the bandage and he flinched, causing Dream to pull back quickly.
"Sorry, di- did I hurt you?"
"No, no, it's okay. You didn't, I.." George stopped mid-sentence when he locked eyes with Dream. His stomach flipping and flopping like a fish out of water.
After what feels like a minute passed, Dream realized what was happening and looked away. "Uhh- anyways.. I'm going to keep going okay? Tell me when it hurts and I will stop." He said shyly, blushing but not enough for George to see.
George took a deep breath and nodded his head. "Just be careful please." He knew the reason why he flinched was because he was scared, not because Dream hurt him, but he can't say that. That just shows he is more vulnerable then he has revealed already. He can't have them know that.
Dream slowly reached for the bandage as George flinched again. He waits for the other man to relax before he goes any further so he knows George is ready. After he relaxes, Dream slowly ripped off the first bandage, being careful not to hurt the cut more then it already was.
George felt different around Dream. He doesn't know why but he just knows he shouldn't feel this way. "His eyes are so pretty, and his freckles are dotted so perfectly, and his smile is so nice. Am I gay? I never thought any-" All the sudden George's side felt like there were tiny knifes coming out of his skin, one by one slowly. To slowly. He tried not to say anything but he just wanted it to end. "Can you not just rIP- OW OW OW!"
"Sorry sorry sorry! I didn't mean too." Dream apologized as he stopped in his tracks.
"God, I said be carful." George snapped, but he also can't stop thinking about how cute dream is. And how much pain he is in right now.
"I know, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, but I'm almost done okay? Just hang in there. Also, no I cannot rip it off, it will make the cut worse."
"Okay, just hurry please. I can't take this any longer." George pleaded.
***
"Okay there we go! It's all bandaged back up and ready to go!" Dream said in a cheerful mood, even though minutes prior he was getting cussed out.
"Thank god." George exhaled.
"Okay well I'm going to head out. I have some stuff to do" Dream explained as he packaged things up.
"Wait. Can you stay here for a little bit? I would like some company." "WHAT THE FUCK- WHY DID I JUST SAY THAT?!"
"Did he really just ask me to stay?" "weren't you just telling me that you hated me and that I am a 'fucking cunt'? Why would you want me in here?" Dream questioned the hostage.
"I know I'm sorry. I was in pain- I am in pain. Please stay."
"Ok fine fine" Dream agreed knowing that he still had two hours before he had to do anything.
The two just sat in the room, Dream on one of the folding chairs and George on his back, on the bed, staring at the ceiling. They stayed quiet and didn't look at each other until Dream finally looked up off the ground and said something.
"I like- uhm.. you're- uhm.. I think you're eyes are really pretty" "Wow, good job Dream! You really did a great time not tripping up on your words. God I'm so stupid"
"Did he really just...?" "Uh thanks ha. Your freckles are really... cute? Yeah.. cute." The older man gave Dream a shy smile and got one in return. George couldn't even believe that they were, or he thinks they were, flirting at a time like this.
"Oh thank you! They aren't that special, they are just...there, you know" Dream started to feel as if there were literal butterflies in his stomach. He hasn't seen George's smile yet until then. He also couldn't fathom why George was taking the bait like a fish. He doesn't seem stupid. But he was also was very happy. I mean a pretty guy just called his freckles cute. No one does that. Well, except his mom.
"What you you mean they aren't special? You just said my eyes, which are dark brown, are pretty." George giggled causing the other to do the same. "They look like poop." That causing the other to wheeze, sounding like a tea kettle.
***
Dream sat in the room for a little while with George talking about random stuff (mostly flirting). After a while he checked his watch and saw that he still had 20 minutes until his next task was announced. 20 minutes to make one last move to get the British boy hooked completely.
"Hey not to cut short on the conversation, but I really have to go. I will be back hopefully either in a couple of hours or tomorrow!" Dream got up from his chair and walked over to George.
"Oh, okay." George looked at him with a slightly sad look an his face. "That's not the way to the door" George giggled as Dream go closer.
"Yea I know." Dream gave George a small little peck on the cheek when he reached the side of the bed. George just froze like a deer in headlights with his face rapidly turning redder by the second.
Dream turned to leave but before he started walking he felt something grab his arm. "Yes. I did it." Dream turned around and looked at George. "Yes?"
"Again."
"What? What do you mean?" Dream let out a soft wheeze.
"Don't act so stupid Dream." George said. "You know what I mean."
"You will have to tell me what you want because I simply just don't know what you mean."
"You know what, just go, I'm not going to play this game." George said with a soft grunt, turning his head away from the taller man.
Dream didn't expect that to say the least. "Well I guess I'll give him what he wants. And maybe tomorrow a little bit more." Dream put his hand on Georges turned away cheek and turned his head so he is looking directly at Dream. Dream bent down and pressed his lips against George's. After a few seconds went by, Dream left the kiss to breath and went back in for another, shorter kiss. "Thank god there aren't any security cameras"
"We aren't moving to fast are we? I hope not. I mean he seems okay with it." George thought to himself.
Dream parted from George's lips once more, this time leaving the room as well with not a word more said.
A/N:
im sorry i haven't written in a while. there has been stuff going on. This one was a longer chapter and hopefully i will put some more in the mix too! Also thank you guys for reading!! It means a ton! if you gues have any suggestions to make the story better please do comment and let me know!