Operation George - DNF // alysewilliamss

Chapter 10: Confess

TW: Drugs, slight NSFW

George's POV

It was just a matter of time before it happens.

George didn't want to think about it though, he wanted to enjoy every moment he had. Each moment is precious especially considering Dream could decide to kill him at any given moment. He turned towards the door, Dream was standing there. Butterflies ran through George's stomach. He couldn't think of Dream the same way after all of those dreams. George could feel himself blushing "Hey George." Dream spoke up. George turned back over, away from Dream, not saying a word. "George." Dream said in a serious tone. George hesitantly turned back over. Dream was wearing gray sweatpants and a white shirt. Even though it was so simple. it was hot.

"What do you want." George said bluntly, "I have to tell you something." Dream was going to confess to George, he couldn't keep it in anymore. "Then what is it." George said rolling his eyes. "I-um. I don't really don't know how to say this but um." "just fucking say it. come on." George scolded impatiently. "Um, how's your leg doing? I just wanted to come check on it." oh god. George thought. He couldn't help but think about Dream putting his hand on his thigh from his dream not to long ago. "I don't know I haven't checked on it. Can you come check for me? I mean I don't know what looks good and what looks bad." this was just an excuse to get closer to Dream.

Dream walked over and sat on the bed. George lifted the cover up for dream. revealing his leg. "oh shit George. it looks better." "that's good." dream scooted more towards George. "is it okay if I lift up your shorts? I need to check your thigh." Dream said, referring to the knife stab from days before. "I mean sure. how else are you going to see it?" Dream lifted up George's shorts. the wound was on his way upper thigh so his whole leg was exposed. Dream put his hand on George's thigh, gently taking the bandage off. George grabbed Dream's hand as he flinched. "not so rough idiot. it hurts." "I barely touched you." Dream laughed. They were both staring at each other, the tension was growing high and the air felt thicker with each breath. George placed Dreams hand back on his thigh, still holding it. Dream placed his other hand on George's cheek and George was melting into Dream's hands.

George leaned in kissing dream on his lips. His lips were so soft, even softer than they were in his Dream. This was real. This wasn't a dream. They were actually kissing right now and it was better than either of them could have imagined. Dream leaned into the kiss, he couldn't believe this was actually happening right now. George slipped his tongue into dreams mouth and Dream also did the same. They continued kissing, Dream placing his hands on George's waist, deepening the kiss and pulling him closer. George placed his hands under Dream's shirt until Dream abruptly pulled away.

"What are you doing?" George said with a concerned face. "No. this can't happen. I'm sorry." Dream got up off the bed and ran upstairs, slamming the door behind him. George was left alone, in the dark. Before he knew it, tears came rolling down his eyes. He wanted Dream so bad, but Dream didn't want him.

He laid down, screaming into his pillow. He was in so much pain, physically and mentally. He hated the fact he fell for his kidnapper, but he couldn't control his feelings. No matter how hard he would try to think about the bad shit Dream has done, he just couldn't get him out of his head.

Dream's POV

Dream couldn't believe he just did that. He wanted it so bad but he knew why George was doing it. George just wanted to escape. That's the only plausible reason, after all...Dream did kidnap him. He sat on the floor in his room, tears streaming down his face. There was no way he was recovering from this. Dream got up, he needed to hit or break something. The lamp on his nightstand caught his eye. He took the lamp throwing it to the floor. It smashed into a million pieces on impact and the broken glass tore holes in the lampshade. That wasn't enough for him.

He punched his fist into his wall, creating a huge gaping hole. Plaster fell to the ground as particles from the wall began to float around. He ripped his bedsheets off of his bed and threw them to the side, still sobbing. He looked at his nightstand, a blunt laying there. He wasn't much of a smoker but occasionally he'd smoke to feel better. He grabbed it and swiftly ran outside. He lit the blunt after taking a lighter out from his pocket. Dream quickly took a long drag, it felt good in his lungs although it quite tasted bad. He took another hit inhaling it slowly and watched as the smoke drifted away when he exhaled. He loved the way he felt when he was high, it made him carefree. Soon enough the blunt was almost gone, if he was going to get high, he was going to get really high. He took his last hits, threw the remnants on the ground, and stepped on it, crushing it with his shoe. He walked back into the house, feeling kind of wobbly, he could already feel the effects of the weed. Sapnap standing at his door when he made his way back to his room, "what the fuck happened here?" Sapnap questioned after hearing Dream approach. Dream stared at Sapnap with no intention of answering. Sapnap turned back looking for an answer but noticed Dream's bloodshot eyes.

"Are you fucking high?"

Dream continued looking at him blankly, his face was monotone, and simply shrugged nonchalantly. "Okay answer my question. What the fuck happened here. There's glass everywhere and holes in the wall. What happened." and Dream finally opened his mouth to speak,

"Sapnap, I love George."

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