𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚂𝚒𝚛 [ᴰʳᵉᵃᵐⁿᵒᵗᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ*ff]

Chapter 1.8 - im about as straight as a sphere

Georgia is colder than expected, and George cant help but live in the moment. The two boys relish in their secret trip away, in their alone time.
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"Clay stop. Clay, Clay you're going to hurt yourself-"

"I am not." The older smiled, dragging both suitcases out and throwing Georges extra bag around his back. The wind blew his blond hair across his face, ruffling it up. "Are you calling me that now?"

George eyed the man warily as they slowly made their way into the hotel from the carpark, Dream refusing to let the boy carry a single thing. "What? Clay?"

"Yeah, you never say that. Its always Dream, or Mr. Dream, or Si-"

"No!" The youngers hands flew to Dreams mouth, frowning. There was a lot of people around them. "I do say it. I do."

"Yeah, when I'm dying or your sleep deprived-"

"Hi there" A perk voice interrupted them both. The first thing George seemed to notice was how tightly her hair had been pulled back into a smart bun. Her features stretched even further as she spoke, in an unsettling manner. "Welcome to the BigInnit Hotel, what name is it?"

"Mr. Dream." The elder pulled out some sort of document. Sliding it over smoothly. "We are a last minute reservation."

"Ahh, yes, you were." She grabbed a set of keys from a box and collected some extra papers, looking to George. "I'm sorry, but you and your Dad got the last room, so it wont be as up to standard as usual. If anything is missing, don't hesitate to call us."

"D-dad?" George mouthed the words as the lady reached over the count, clearly eating Dream up in his darkened suit from the side-lines. She dropped the cold set of keys in the boys palm.

Dream didn't take any notice, picking up ALL of the bags once more and starting to walk toward the lifts at the other end of the large hall. Crowds of people parted as he confidently strode past. "There's the keys, don't loose them now!" Her voice had become extremely annoying. "If your Dad needs anything, anything at all, give him this number. Yeah?" She handed over a small slip of paper, and both of them looked across the room to where Dream stood impatiently looking at them, rolled up sleeves exposing all kinds of miracles as he clutched the weighted suitcases.

George peered back down at the mobile number handed to him. His face twisted as he smiled back at her. "Sure! I'll give it to my daddy now." With a cheeky grin, he ran over to where Dream stood. And with a fiery clutch, grabbed the mans collar and pulled him down, seductively stealing a kiss.

When he finally pulled away, the older had turned a light shade of pink, coughing dismissively as he entered the metal box. George made sure to make eye contact with the receptionist one last time before the doors shut in font, a sick form of 'how are those apples' plastered on his face. Feeling such power, the younger turned to Dream, who looked at him for a few seconds before racing forward. Slamming the boy to the wall, he held Georges face in his large hands, pressing their lips together hungrily. George was lost in the sudden passion almost instantly, frame feeling weak and dropping slightly as Dream held him tight, kissing him strong and needy as if it was the only thing he wanted. As if it was only them in that moment.

When the door pinged open, they pulled away, acting calmly as they found their room at the end of the corridor. Once inside, Georges words stuttered out, now away from any listening ears. "What- god- what was that?"