Bang and Burn 2: Compromised {Dreamnotfound}

Chapter 5

"You ready?" Clay asked as George put some finishing touches on the soup in the pot.

"I should be asking you that."

Clay leaned on the counter beside George. "Can't you do all of the talking? You're better at this than I am."

"You and I both know that he needs to hear it from you, not me."

Clay stood behind George, wrapped his arms around his waist, and rested his head on his shoulder. "What if he hates me?"

"He could never hate you, Clay." George reached up and rubbed his cheek. "Everything is going to be okay and I'll be right here to make sure of that."

Clay buried his face into George's neck. "Thank you, lovely."

"You don't have to thank me for anything." George tapped his spoon on the side of the pot, sending droplets of soup flying. He then placed the spoon off to the side and grabbed Clay's hands, which were now situated on his hips. "I have to call Dylan down."

"Just one more minute?" Clay's voice vibrated off of George's skin, sending a pleasant feeling through his body. "Please?"

George wanted to stay there all day in his lover's arms. He felt so safe. Safer than ever. It was as if nothing could go wrong. But, he knew what had to be done. He pulled Clay's hands off of his hips and turned around. "I need to get your son."

"He's our son, George."

George booped Clay's nose, then began walking towards the stairs. "I never claimed him. He's yours."

"Can't he be your son today?"

"Nope. Deal with it."

Clay smiled slightly. "Fine. Call down my son for dinner."

"DYLAN!" George yelled up the stairs to the attic. "DINNER TIME!" He then retreated to the kitchen as he heard the beating of Dylan's boots against the stairs. George took the ladle and spooned a few scoops of soup into three bowls for him and his little family. Dylan had mentioned that Darryl made a killer bowl of chicken noodle soup, so George got the recipe from him. Tonight was not going to be easy, so he figured warming Dylan up with one of his favorite foods would be a good way to settle him down before the storm. He nervously sat the bowls on the table as Clay set out some cups of water. They exchanged an anxious look, then sat down just in time for Dylan to walk in.

Dylan settled in his usual spot at the table, then examined the bowl of soup in front of him. "Alright. Who died?"

"What?" George asked.

"You made Darryl's soup."

"No, I didn't."

Dylan spooned up a few chunks of celery. "He's particular about the way he cuts the veggies and you somehow copied the exact way he does it."

George sat back in his seat. "How did you know?"

"I helped him make it once. He made sure I knew exactly how to cut the celery and carrots." Dylan dumped the spoonful back into his porcelain bowl. "Also, you served it in Clay's fancy bowls."

Clay rolled his eyes. "They aren't that fancy."

"We've literally never used these bowls before."

Clay shrugged. "So? We are using them now and that is all that matters."

"I'm gonna run by his place later tonight, by the way," Dylan said as he took a bite. "I left my laptop there when I visited with them a few nights back."

"Did you guys finish setting up your room?" George asked.

Dylan smirked. "Hell yeah we did! Everything looks so cool. I would've never thought they'd make me my own room."