𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚂𝚒𝚛 [ᴰʳᵉᵃᵐⁿᵒᵗᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ*ff]

Chapter 0.5 - a paychecks a paycheck

George doesn't like Mr. Dream. Not one bit.

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George dreaded school today. All week he had managed to avoid that infuriating computer science teacher until the weekend had hit and he was safe at home. But now it was Monday morning, and hiding was no longer an option. He had Mr. Dreams class first. Like always.

"Georgie!" Sapnap yelled, jumping off the bus and startling George where he stood waiting. "I missed you!"

The brown haired could only laugh as he was enveloped in a large bear hug, feet being lifted from the ground. "Put me down, Sapnap!" The boy didnt listen however, swinging him around in circles as a group of girls near by giggled, egging for it to continue. "Sap!"

"What? Am I too fast for you?" Nick smirked humorously, lifting the boy even higher, "Can my baby boy not handle it?"

By this point, George could hear the laughter around them escalating at the sight. Sapnap was a quarterback, and everything he did was taken as the funniest thing in the world- everyone thought he was so cool. Except George, who was blushing profusely at the, not so foreign, actions his friend entangled him in.

"Dont call me that!" He tried his best to push away, and Sapnap stop spinning, holding still and holding George closer into his chest. "Im just dizzy-"

"Aww, my little baby boy cant take it." He looked to the girls for a reaction, "Maybe I should do it some more- so you can get used to it."

"Nononodontyoudar-"

"Mr. Davidson." Shit. There it was, that familiar cold voice that ran trembles down Georges whole body and made his legs squirm under him. "Mr. Miller... Having fun?"

Sapnaps arms tighten around Georges upped thighs, slowly bending to let him down. George jumped away quickly, dusting his legs and refusing to look up. "We were just messing around, Professor." Nick shot a look to the girls who supressing their smiles. He smirked.

But everyone surrounding them became quiet when the teacher tilted his head in response, eyes darker than before. "Were you?" George nibbled at his lower lip, looking up to steal a glaze at Dream. It wasn't good. No amusement could be seen on his face as he stared Sapnap down with so much intensity; as if he was holding himself back from jumping forward and fighting the kid. And then, slowly, his eyes moved over to him. George couldn't take the pressure, resorting back to picking at his lips and head falling to the floor.

"My office. Now."

It didn't take long for them to walk over to the science department, Sapnap making sure to pull faces at everyone who saw them doing the walk of doom. The corridors watched in awe as the soccer player strutted confidently next to the frightening man, little George struggling to keep up as he trailed behind. When they arrived at the room, Dream went straight inside, not bothering to hold the door open. Sapnap was the first to enter, and George made sure to hide behind the boy as he followed.

"Yes, Professor?" Nick started, straightening his back. He didn't seem scared at all, but George knew he was probably trembling inside. Still, it was impossible to tell. Sap was good at concealing emotions.

"Your behaviour was inappropriate for school grounds, Mr. Miller." He locked his focus onto Sapnap, "You are here to learn, not display public affection."

George nearly chocked on his saliva, poking his head out. "Public affe- affection?"

Dream didn't even spare him a glance. "If you want to mess around with your boyfriend, I suggest you do it off campus." He slammed some files loudly on his desk, turning his attention to the work sat before him. "Don't let me catch you doing it again."

"We aren't dating-" George felt stupid for cutting in so loudly, but he hated being misunderstood.

Dream scoffed, "I didn't think kids these days called each other 'baby boy' in a friendly manner." He spat out the name, "Mr. Miller you're dismissed. Get out."

Sapnap shrugged, opening the door to leave, and George turned to follow. "Not you, Davidson. Stay put."

"Hey that's not fair! It was me who picked him up."

"This isn't about his behaviour, its his grades." Dream sat comfortably in his chair, eyes thinning into a scowl. Sapnap could only shrug once more, looking to George for a signal.

He sighed. "Its fine." The door shut.

And now it was just the two. In a delicate silence.

George was the first to speak after the extended pause, clearing his throat. "So, what about my grade?"

Dream coughed. "Are you dating him?" George tried not to piss himself.

"Nick? Pfff are you kidding?" Mr. Dream looked pretty serious as he leaned back, listening inventively. "Even if I was, why does it concern you?"

The Professors hands clenched on his desk, pushing any the papers he was looking at further away. "We had a deal, George."

"We did, and it has nothing to do with me dating someone."

Both of them where glowing at each other, patience thinning. Georges stomached tightened into a knot, unknowingly holding his breath. The teacher stood from where he sat, figure tall as he got closer. "How much do you want?"

"What?"

"How much money?"

"Money?" George finally breathed out, "You want to pay me? To not date-"

"To not share your body with some little dick head." The man looked scary reaching back to his desk to grab a check book. He looked powerful. And George wouldn't admit it to himself, but it turned him on. "While our deal goes on, your body is mine. And only mine."

The younger couldn't believe what he was hearing, looking deeper into Dreams eyes to see if he would show any emotion. His face was unbreachable. Unreadable, even. "You want to pay me money to fuck only you, like some sort of private whore?"

Professor didn't like that word. He frowned. "You've had the same broken and shabby backpack for two years, think of it as me supporting your lifestyle, while you belong to me of course." If he wasn't trying to pay the boy off, George would have felt warmth from those words. Belong.

"I'm not your property, sir."

A smile cracked, "Are you sure about that, George?" There it was, his kryptonite. It took all the younger effort not to wobble at the knees. "Because, right now.. I own you."

His strong arm reached forward and held a fist of Georges familiar blue jacket, pulling him into his stiffened chest. "You-you don't."

"Oh, but I think I do." Somehow, after a minute of heated gazes, George found himself once again on the floor in front of the older; his eyes straining upward to remain eye contact. "Name your price."

"I hate you, so- so much. I really h-hate you-"

Dreams hand snatched a bundle of George's fluffed hair, shoving his face closer to his crotch. "Name. Your. Price." His big eyes loomed over the smaller, watching him look torn.

"Five hundred a week." George's voice was a mere whisper, completely submitting. And Dream was loving it.

"Good boy." George could feel his own cock twitch between his legs. "Open." Once more, his zipper was undone and the excitement started to build, much to the youngers dismay. He shouldn't like being used like this. For god sake, this was Dream in front of him, his own teacher stuffing his cock into him. He should want this so much.

"I hate you." George muttered for a final time, closing his eyes and preparing for impact. "I really do."