Dads Cooking (DNF)

~Chapter 11~Are they Here Yet?~

George leaned his head on the cold wall. His leg hurt, very bad. He had calmed himself down to the point where he was no longer crying but it still felt like a gate to hell open from his leg.
George was left alone with his thoughts.
The stream he has stated was still going. If anyone had really called the police wouldn't they come bye now? who was he kidding, he even put the address on the screen and nobody. Guess it didn't work. Or maybe it did? It hurt his head trying to think about it.
George's head drooped as he was more focused on his own head until he saw it. Dream had left the hammer he had on the floor.
George scooted across the room and wrapped the hammer in the blanket he had been given.
He held it close to his chest. This was it. His one hope it seemed.
George had something to work with.
What if George had gotton on dreams good side?
Trusted in a way.
Then when he least expected it use it knock out dream. Break out. And run as far as he could. Easy right?
George's hope suddenly fled as he realized.
How would he get on his good side?
It was obvious that dream wouldn't want to kill him but Atleast wasn't afraid to hurt him.
And Dream wasn't an idiot. He's smart. A quick thinker, aware, and much stronger then George.
George had gained a headache so he fell asleep balled up on the floor his skin protected bye the cold floor with his new clothing.
A beige T-shirt with black stripes and black sweat pants. Warm enough to not shiver from the cold.
When George woke up he felt, heavy?
As his eyes focused he was greeted with a tall man wrapping his arms around him.
George freaked out slide out from under Meath him again scooting away.
Dreams eyes widened quickly as if he had never slept in the first place.
"Good morning."
George was borderline hyperventilating but manger to calm himself replying with,
"Morning?"
He tried not to stutter through his words.
Dream sat upright and gave a childish wave before opening out his arms and smiling.
"Come here George."
George hesitated but if this was what Dream wanted, maybe he would gain more trust if he followed along.
George crawled over closer to dream his leg slightly dragging across the floor still broken.
Dream swept him into his lap and hugged him like nothing before had happened.
Dream rested his chin on George's head.
"I'm sorry."
George didn't respond.
"I was being a little harsh."
George didn't make a sound.
"Mine if I apologize?"
Dreams hands slid under his shirt and onto his back moving down his spine counting each one.
So this what dream meant. Not to apologize but relive himself. To hear George moan in pleasure reassuring his wrong actions to be seen as ok.
Despite what people made him out to be, he was like dream, also not an idiot.
If this made dream feel better, he would assumed it George cooperated that he would accept it reassuring even more that it was ok. It was honestly twisted but hey, maybe it could work out in the end.
Dreams hands moves throughout George's body to his front touching his chest.
George's head titled back slightly letting his body to limp. He didn't care anymore.
Dream whisperer into George's ear.
"Spread your legs George."
George swallowed before hesitantly spreading them, almost as if he were a butterfly finally opening its wings.
One of dreams hands made its way down words just resting on top of George's crotch, nit moving, just sitting there as if it didn't exist.
Honestly it was really bothering George.
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