runaway

12 ~ warm

George's POV

Dream slams his book down to his lap and groans, "I'm so bored!"

We returned back to work yesterday and business has been beyond slow. Not being able to help anyone and busy himself has been hard for Dream to understand, consistently bothering me being his last choice. "Just keep reading your book." I shuffle through papers, trying to find our timetables from weeks ago that were stuck in Bill's mess of an office.

"Darling" he whines, "come on! You know I've read this book like ten times."

"And you keep going back to it- got it!"

"What exactly are you doing?" I scan the paper, whispering the words out loud.

October 13th
Clay: 9 hours
George: 12 hours.

"What's your pay?" I ask, completely avoiding his question, "uhm—" he looks over, "I'm not sure."

I look up at him and shake my head, "what do you mean you're 'not sure?'"

"I mean I didn't join this job for the pay and couldn't care less about what the old man payed me." He wraps his arms loosely around my shoulders from behind as I kept my eyes on the paper. "Why? How much do you make?"

"twenty five an hour." I say, "why did you need this specific paper?"

"I'm sure I worked twelve. I was worried I wrote something else." He hums as he rests his chin on my shoulder. "Are you sure?"

It wasn't. I knew I worked twelve hours, I just wish I worked more. Mom's medical bills are due in a week and I have to make more than I usually would in a week.

"Mhm" my hesitant response seemed unbelievable but he didn't seem to want to bother the topic anymore. For that, I'm grateful.

He places a soft kiss in the nape of my neck. It was so gentle it tickled. He kept kissing there repeatedly as I pretend to not pay any mind to him. That was until I felt him bite down on my flesh, causing me to yelp, "Dream!"

"Too far?" He looks up at me with his eyes, but I immediately shake my head, "No. You just surprised me—"

He places more gentle kisses on the bruised skin, along with the skin around it, eventually reaching the place below my ear. At this point, I thought it was pointless to try not to react. "So much for being bored." I whisper, a small chuckle leaving him as he sucks on that piece of skin, likely making another bruise. I turn my head over as our lips connect, a grin breaking through it. I pull away quickly, "was this your solution?"

"Not exactly, but it works great." I roll my eyes as I connect our lips again. "You're a piece of shit."

"You're attracted to said piece of shit."

"Yeah, I know." I place the paper down just as the front bell rings, signifying a customer has walked in, "lets get to work." Dream holds onto me tighter, "no."

"We're still at work, idiot." Dream hums, ignoring my statement. "Okay."

After another minute, he lets go and ruffles my hair before exiting the small, secluded office. "Hey, my name is Clay, is there anything—"

I quickly pull my phone out and go to the camera, examining the marks he left on my skin. "Jesus Christ." I whisper as I try to pull my button up shirt over the mark. I smile to myself before eventually walking out the door.

—

"You look fine, darling." I repeatedly keep trying to hide the mark he left, pulling up the collar so high it probably looked uncomfortable. "My mom cannot see these."