True love can change you, make you a better person.

25

George trudged to the kitchenette, obviously still sleepy, as gus layed on the couch, checking his phone.
"Georgie I got work today, sweetheart."
Bexey pouted in response "I was gonna make you breakfast..." he whined. Gus sighed with a loving smile, "I guess I could stay a bit for that.."
Bex squealed excitedly as he turned on the stove.
Gus got up off the couch with a stretch, joining the smaller boy in the kitchen. He leaned down and kissed bexeys cheek causing him to fluster before he opened the fridge to be greeted by a decapatated head. His eyes shot open "what the hell is this George?" "Urm..a mEaNie?" He replied with an innocent expression. "Corner. Now. Your on time out" gus said sternly and bexeys lip quivered, Gus noticed the poor thing was about to cry. He frowned and moved over too bexey to wipe his tears away. "Awe baby boy, daddy's sorry." George gazed up at him with puppy eyes. "I'm sorry baby, I forget how sensitive you can be." He said, holding the smaller boy to his chest and hushing him. "I-I not sensitive" Bexey sniffled.
peep chuckled. "Of course not" he cooed "you're my tough little prince." George giggled and nodded, feeling a bit better as Gus picked him up and put him down on the couch and giving him a kiss. "Just a little time out, okay sweetie? I just want my Georgie safe and when you have bodies near your food you can get sick! And we don't want that~" he explained in a soft tone to the boy, completely aware that whatever he bex had done to that person for their head to end up in his fridge had to be anything but child-like. Bexey nodded hesitantly "there's my good boy" gus praised; before leaving bexey on the couch. Gus found a garbage bag he placed the disgusting head in it, before cleaning the fridge with a bit of bleach and throwing out the things near it.
Gus sighed, finishing disposal of the items and looking over at bexey. "George, you time outs over, sweetheart. You can come help." The tiny boy scurried obediently to the kitchen and looked in the fridge. "We need foods" he muttered as he pulled the eggs out. "We?" Gus smiled. "I-Im sorry, I didn't mean it like that." "I did." Gus stated. "You are my boyfriend now, and my little. So 'we'."
George smiled excitedly as they cooked.