Kidnapped

Chapter 72: You Make Me Feel Good

Dream POV

I wake up to the sound of my phone, turning in my sleep to reach it and seeing George's name light up.

I feel beside me on the bed to an empty space and quickly answer.

"George?" I ask, rubbing my eyes trying to wake up.

"Dream" His voice breaks.

"Where are you?" I ask, sitting up.

"I'm on a path a few minutes away from the hotel" He cries, making me wake up entirely and scramble out of bed.

"I'm making my way to you, stay on the phone" I say, throwing some joggers and shoes on.

"Hurry" His voice breaks again, making my own eyes tear up.

I quickly leave and rush to the lift, getting in and pressing the button to the bottom floor.

"What happened?" I ask as I wait impatiently for the lift to go down.

"Sapnap and Quackity- they made me leave the hotel room and tried to get me to talk but I-"

"I told them to stay out of it" I say, dashing out the lift doors as soon as they open.

"I couldn't talk and they pinned me to the floor because I was freaking out so I ran and-"

"George what way did you leave"

"The front"

I leave out the front, lightly jogging forward, using the streetlights to see.

After a couple more minutes I find him, ending the call and rushing over.

"Are you okay?" I ask, knowing it was a dumb question.

He shakes his head with eyes full of water.

I sit down beside him and feel him lean his head into my neck.

He immediately starts to cry again and I wrap my arms around him.

"It's okay I'm here" I say rubbing circles into his back.

"It's not okay- nothings okay"

"Why not?"

"Jack and Wilbur have been helping me look for Ranboo and we've found nothing yet, Tubbo is back home and probably feeling just as guilty as I am and I can't for the life of me even begin to explain the amount of emotions I feel"

"You've been looking for Ranboo? Why didn't you tell me?" I ask.

"I don't know"

"Maybe I was just scared to look myself and find out that he can't be found because-" He starts to cry again and I stand up.

I pull him to his feet and engulf him into a hug, holding him tightly.

"I'll deal with Sapnap and Quackity later, you need to tell me these things so I can help you" I take his hand into mine.

"I'm trying" He admits and it was showing.

He may not be the best at sharing information but he was trying to share with me which was nice to see.

We stood in silence as we held each other, cold air hitting our bodies.

He was shaking, either from nerves or from the cold.

It honestly could've been both.

"Don't be mean to Sap and Big Q, they were just trying to help in their own way"

"George they shouldn't have done what they did"

He stops the conversation knowing there was nothing else he could say that would stop me from having a go at them.

"Pick me up" He asks, looking up at me.

"Jump then" I say as he does so.

I hold him up as he wraps his arms around my neck.

"Do you want to go back to the hotel?" I ask.

"Let's go sit at the beach"

"Okay" I say, walking in the direction of the beach.

I rub my hand on his back in attempts to warm him up, feeling his light breathing against my neck.

We stay quiet as I approach a bench on the beach, loosening my grip to put George down.

"No I don't want to get down" He mumbles, gripping onto me tighter.

"Alright then you'll have to sit on me" I say as I walk in front of the bench.

"What? Dream-" He gets cut off as I sit down, his legs now either side of mine as his knees rest on the bench.

The streetlight behind us illuminated his face, revealing the pink blush dusted across his cheeks.

"Aww is someone getting flustered?" I tease, putting my hand against his cheek.

He smacks it away, putting his small hand round the front of my neck to tilt my head up.

"Don't tease me Dream" He warns.

"Or what?" I ask, resting my arms on the back of the bench.

"You know how needy I can get-" I cut him off by moving my hips up to create some unexpected friction.

He stares at me with his bottom lip hanging before kissing me.

I could feel the desperation in the kiss as it got sloppier, saliva mixing between us.

I rest my hands on his waist, gripping onto them occasionally.

After our tongues got tired I move his head to the side, pressing my lips to his neck.

I replace all of the old marks that were fading, listening to the whines he made as he gripped onto my hoodie.

He sat further on my lap, slowly bouncing on me.

"Careful Georgie, we're in public" I say, biting a mark just below his ear.

"But you make me feel good" He pouts as I make eye contact with him.

"As much as I'd love to have sex with you I don't want to do it too much incase it freaks you out"

"It doesn't freak me out it makes me feel better" He says putting his arms around the back of my neck.

"I don't want to be overly loving to you incase I trigger something"

"Stop worrying, I need you to treat me as if the past year hasn't happened"

"And what if one time I go too far?" I ask.

"I'll tell you, I know you're not always this delicate so show me what you're really like" He says challengingly.

"Safe word?" I ask.

"Blue"

I didn't know if it was a great idea but part of me knew George was right.

I was expecting him to be himself around me and tell me everything yet I was being someone else around him.

Everytime I looked at him I just wanted to do something crazy.

Fighting the urge to wrap my arms around him every chance I got was tiring.