Just knowing that things were going good only made George suspicious. Usually Dylan and him have a fight every once in awhile, but it got resolved in a day, then they'd be fine till next month. George'll admit that it's his fault. He always provoked the fight, because he enjoyed it. Dylan, however, was ruthless once it came to their fights. Dylan would crash on the couch that night and George would just curl up next to him in the middle of the night - everything would be just fine. George knew what provoked Dylan easy, an old douchebag of an ex. It worked every time.
Dylan right now is pouring George's coffee for him. George was just watching him.
"I could have done that," George says quietly as he glances at Dylan.
"Nah, babe, I got it. Don't worry," Dylan says as he then fixes the coffee up, handing it to George.
George takes a small sip and put down the cup. He scrunches his face up. It was a bit more bitter than George liked...perfect thing to argue about.
"Slowly winging you off creamer and sugar, that's why it's so bitter, " Dylan comments before George opens his mouth. George was going to try his best.
"I don't need to be winged off creamer and sugar," George states.
"Yes, you do. You don't eat well," Dylan says.
"Because I...," George starts before he's cut off by Dylan.
"I KNOW GEORGE! I KNOW YOU DON'T CARE. Jesus fucking Christ, stop trying to fight with me," Dylan barks.
George quickly grew quiet as he glances at his cup, picking it up. He takes a quick sip of it. He just stayed quiet and chocked down his coffee as Dylan drank his own.
George didn't care about his health. He ate and drank whatever he wanted. Dylan and him are high a lot, so naturally George eats. Dylan doesn't get the munchies like George. George gave up caring about himself once Dylan came along and could care for him. Dylan didn't mind taking care of George. He just hated that sometimes George completely gave up on himself and wouldn't eat for days and just run off of caffeinated soda. Dylan is dedicated to George. He loves him so much. He's been working on making sure George takes care of himself when he has to be away from George for an extended period of time. Dylan hated being away. George would sometimes lose his self control and just be fucking insane when Dylan came back. It was terrible. It would be like when the cat smashes a vase off of the mantle and Dylan had to sweep it up, George being the cat in this analogy.
George puts his cup in the sink after he's done and tries to leave the kitchen.
"Food," Dylan says not looking up from his phone
George had let out a sigh. He spaced and missed Dylan making eggs, bacon, and toast with strawberry jam for him. He moves to his spot he was sitting and ate the food in front of him. George was like Dylan's 5-year-old. He never wanted to eat healthy or eat at all because he was too busy.
"Dillllly?" George whines out.
"Yeah?" Dylan puts his phone down.
"Thank you," George says with a smile.
"Welcome love. Thank you for eating," Dylan says softly.
"Whale cum," George chuckles at his horrible joke.
Dylan rolls his eyes and walks to George. They share a quick kiss. George started to whimper against Dylan's lips.
"What?" Dylan asks.
"I want...," George whimpers and pulls on Dylan's shorts.
"Oh...only because you ate all your food. Why don't you do the dishes and I'll get everything prepped." Dylan says.
"Yes!" George hops from his spot.
Dylan chuckles and go off to the bedroom and George did the dishes.
They have passionate sex and naked snugs after.
