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Maybe it wasn't a surprise they got here.
"Fuck-"
It would've been more shocking if they hadn't, really.
"Yeah-"
They were only human, right?
"Dream, please-" George groaned, his hands desperately clawing at Dream's back.
"It's okay, baby, I got you-" Dream responded, internally praying George didn't comment on the pet name. It's just what you do in bed, right? It wasn't weird. It wasn't.
Deciding to ignore his worried thoughts, Dream focused his attention back to his best friend with his legs spread - Jesus he had his best friend underneath him looking and sounding like that. George furrowed his eyebrows and opened his eyes, looking at Dream questioningly and Dream just realized he had stopped moving while staring. Shit.
"Dream?" He asked, voice coarse. "You good?" George moved his hands so they cupped Dream's face and he could cry.
"Yeah, yeah-" he took in a breath, "yeah, sorry I was just- um- distracted, sorry." George's lip quirked up.
"Distracted? What, am I not entertaining enough?" Is this the type of conversation normal people had with their dick in their best friend's ass?
"I- no! 'course not! You're just-" -too beautiful- "I-I mean, you-" -make me want the world and more- "let's just- move on. Okay?" George frowned. Shit. "I'm serious, George. I just wanna make you feel good, let me-" he gulped, glancing down where they were connected. "Shit, please."
"Hm… I suppose I could humor you. Continue," George mocked. "If you insist-!" His sentence got cut off as Dream thrusted his hips. "F- fuck-" His legs jumped up as Dream continued the rush of his hips, thighs quivering as George desperately reached for the sheets beneath him.
"Yeah, that's it…" Dream groaned. He leaned back, gripping George by his knees and spreading his legs further apart. He wished he would be the only one to do this to this man. He wished he could tell George how gorgeous he looked like this, open and vulnerable. He wished. He wished. He wished.
"Shit, Dream, I-I think I'm-" Dream bit his lip as he leaned back down, upping his thrusts. He wanted to see George's face when he came as close as he could, because no matter how he's gotten to see it during their arrangement for the past few months, he couldn't get enough of it. The reminder that he's the one who made George feel like this, however temporary it may be, was a high that Dream will always want more of. Dream will always want more when it comes to George.
With a soft cry George came, gripping his arms around Dream's neck and legs shaking as he let his body come undone. After months of doing this however, Dream knew that George didn't want him to pull out - something Dream will keep in his spank bank for years to come - he wanted him to continue after George had cum. So, he kept his pace and the sound of his hips meeting George's ass supplied George's melodies of oversensitive whines.
Finally, Dream felt a tug in his lower abdomen and he groaned, thrusts growing uneven as he tried to chase the high.
"G-George-" Dream started but was cut off by George slamming his lips onto his. Their teeth awkwardly hit each other but Dream would never trade this for anything. It was a new kind of high, something that Dream could never compare it to. Something that could leave Dream coming mere seconds after their first contact. He groaned into George's mouth as his hips stuttered, George's whines encouraging him until he couldn't handle the pressure on his oversensitive cock.
Dream took a deep breath as he slowly pulled out of his best friend, who laid pliant and dazed - Dream allowed himself a moment of pride for that. They both let out a sigh as they let their bodies relax and calm down, Dream taking an appreciative look at his cum leaking out of George's ass before he dropped face-down onto the mattress.
Dream turned his head to the beautiful boy laying next to him, out of breath. When did it get like this? The first night after George had finally come home, he slept in Dream's bed without mentioning anything. Like it was normal. And of course Dream would never kick him out, why would he? Why would he ever pass up an opportunity to hold George in his arms? He'd be a crazy man. And as they laid there on that first night, George had kissed him. He kissed him in the quiet of Dream's bedroom and looked at him with a soft smile before dozing off. And what was Dream supposed to do then? George never mentioned it after that night, so neither would he. And then it happened again. And again. And again. Until eventually they found themselves tangled up in Dream's sheets and George's legs spread.
But they never talked about it. And Dream sure as hell wasn't going to be the one that made George realize he didn't want this. That George could have so much more and better than Dream.
And now Dream was here, a sleepy George in his arms once again but now came a mess that they (Dream) would have to clean up. He groaned and gently nudged his best friend.
"What?" George groaned.
Dream scoffed, "you know what, idiot. I gotta clean us up or else you're gonna bitch in the morning."
"Ugh, no I won't."
"Yes you will, idiot."
"You don't know me," he mumbled. Dream sighed.
"Whatever, I'm getting up whether you like it or not." George continued to whine in protest as Dream stood up and he only hesitated a little bit before finishing his pursuit. He groaned as he stretched out his now sore muscles, and he walked into his conjoined bathroom, mentally ignoring the sting in his heart noticing a spare toothbrush that George used. When did he get so pathetic that a small example of George sharing his life made him fall to his knees?
After he got a wet cloth, he trekked back to their - his - bed only to be met with an unconscious George. Damnit. George loves to make his life more complicated, doesn't he?
-
Months of this and Dream still felt butterflies just being near George. Which was embarrassing, really, since George wasn't even doing anything. They were just sitting together with Sapnap in the living room, some YouTube video none of them were paying attention to in the background in favor of their phones.
George sat beside Dream, shoulders leaning against each other and George laid against Dream's side. Which is where Dream is struggling because he swears he's not usually this horny, but knowing that George likes sex with him and he's right there looking like that he feels like a hormonal teenager all over again.
And George is completely oblivious to it, scrolling through TikTok and sitting peacefully on the couch and, fuck, Sapnap is sitting on the other end also on his own phone and he needs to stop. Dream sighs heavily, leaning his head back against the back of the couch, catching the attention of Sapnap.
"You good, dude?" Sapnap asked, glancing up from his phone for a second before going back.
Dream's cheeks flushed, "y-yeah, 'm fine, just bored." Which wasn't a complete lie.
"Hm… boo-boo," George chimed in. Dream frowned, reaching down and softly pinching George's ear. "Ow! The fuck?"
"Ha-ha, George got scolded," Sapnap teased.
"Act like an idiot be treated like one," Dream agreed, shrugging. George frowned at him. "Oh, come on, I'm just teasing."
George leaned forward, Dream's heart stuttering for a second, and placed a gentle kiss on Dream's cheek. Dream frantically looked back to Sapnap who looked unamused at his phone. George leaned down and pressed soft kisses down Dream's neck and Dream gripped George's side.
George giggled, "look who's teasing now," he whispered into his ear.
"That doesn't even make any sense," Dream hushed back. George shrugged, sitting back down against Dream's side and continued scrolling through social media on his phone.
This was the problem. Every day, George would act all touchy with Dream, and every time, he would act like it was nothing. Just a usual everyday occurrence, and it always hurt.
But Dream would never deny how wonderful it felt to be wanted, at least in some way to George. And to get to touch George, even if it couldn't have been romantic, was a privilege he will gladly take. Was it selfish? Probably, but he couldn't find it in him to care when he got to pleasure George and make him feel loved as much as he could.
If he couldn't have George as a boyfriend, he will have him in any way George would allow him to. Despite how much it hurt.
Because at the end of the day, it was George. George was a bright light in his life, a steady rock, someone who could somehow make him smile and cry at the same time.
"Dream?" Sapnap piped up.
"Hm?"
"I'm hungry."
Dream rolled his eyes, "then go get some food."
"But I want you to cook."
"But I don't want to," Dream retaliated.
"Dream, make us some food," George chimed in and damnit. George looked up at him, smiling sweetly and shit.
"Ugh, fine, you guys are so annoying," Dream huffed, sitting up and lamenting the loss of George's body heat.
"What the fuck?" Sapnap frowned. "Why'd you only agree when George said it?" Dream ignored him, walking out of the living room and hearing George's response of "because he likes me."
George didn't realize how true that really was.
-
"Um- George?" Dream fiddled with his fidget spinner, looking at George who sat at his desk typing away.
"Hm?" He acknowledged. Dream shifted from where he sat on George's bed, trying to suck up the courage to say what's been on his mind for months after that first night.
"Why- Why don't you sleep in your own bed?" George stopped typing and turned towards Dream, a confused look on his face. Fuck, he shouldn't have brought it up.
"I- um," he started, that confused look never leaving, "I just… figured I could? Sorry, you never, like, seemed to mind. But like, if you do then-"
"No!" Dream rushed and fuck what was wrong with him. "I- I don't mind! I was just… um, is there a specific reason? Like, is your bed too uncomfortable? 'Cause I can, like, buy you a new one if it is-"
"No, Dream, the bed is fine." At least George looked more amused than anything now. Dream's cheeks heated up in embarrassment and he did his best to hide them.
"Yeah- Yeah, okay, that's, um, fine, I guess."
"Aww, Dweam," George mockingly cooed and Dream wanted to be anywhere but here, why did he say anything? "Are you embarrassed?"
"No, you idiot! Just- I just- I don't even know!"
George sat up from his desk and walked over to him and Dream felt his heart race. Fuck. George leaned over him, swinging his legs over his hips and raised his arms around his neck. Fuck.
"What's wrong, Dream?" He purred, leaning closer to Dream's face. He looked way too attractive like this, confidence oozing off of him and fuck, Dream is so lucky to get to see him like this.
"N-Nothing," he mumbled, gripping George's hips and eyes fixated on the way too pink lips presented to him. And Dream was only a man, so he surged forward to capture George in a kiss because he could, and George only giggled in response. George's hips wiggled on top of his and Dream let out a groan, hands slipping down onto George's ass and squeezing. If this is what George will give him, this is what he will take.
"Mm… I dunno, you seem a little excited," George teased. His voice hitched as Dream pinched his ass in retaliation. "Ugh, you're an idiot."
"Oh, I'm an idiot?"
"Yes."
It's moments like these that destroy Dream. Because if they were anyone else, this would be romantic. If they were anyone else, this would be domestic bliss. If they were anyone else, Dream would get to call George his.
So, he decides they could do other things that won't crush him.
"How 'bout…" Dream mumbled, lips trailing down the porcelain neck before him. He bit down harshly, George letting out a surprised moan, and he trailed his lips back up to his ear. "You get on your knees and put that bratty mouth to use." George shivered in his lap.
"I-I dunno, do you d-deserve it?" He tried to argue, and Dream swears George is more stubborn than him. Dream gripped George by the root of his now too-long hair - Dream should probably help him schedule an appointment soon - and George let out a weak, destroyed sound and this was the best worst distraction from Dream's aching heart.
"I don't give a fuck if you think I deserve it or not, George." Dream stated simply, grip tight on George's hair. "So get on your knees." He used his hold to push George down to his crotch, and George seemed out of arguments as he slid down off the bed.
The image of George on his knees for him, dark eyes staring up and looking into his soul is something Dream refuses to take advantage of.
George leaned forward towards Dream's half-hard cock, placing a gentle kiss before tugging his boxers down with his sweats. Dream resisted the urge to cup George's beautiful face and instead gripped his hair again as George took the tip of his cock into his mouth. Fucking tease.
George sunk further down on his cock, his hands resting on Dream's shaking thighs.
"Fuck..." Dream groaned, fingers combing through George's dark brown hair. The feeling was a little too intimate for Dream's bruised heart, he wanted this for a distraction from the painful reality that George isn't his. Dream pushed his feet against the floor on either side of George's gorgeous body and used his new leverage to thrust his cock deeper into George.
George made a little "Mm-!" sound before quickly adjusting to the new pace Dream set. He was in control over George, he could do whatever he wanted to the handsome man under him, and George was his for this fleeting moment.
"Oh-" Dream moaned, "oh fuck- George, baby, shit-" George moaned softly underneath him. Tears brimmed his dark eyes, and Dream wouldn't last long. Not with George completely at his mercy, looking and sounding like that because of him.
With that final thought, Dream came. He came down George's throat, his grip tight in George's hair, and his eyes on George's own. Fuck, he was going crazy.
George let go of Dream's cock, wiping any leftover cum around his mouth. He made a face while scrunching up his nose in distaste and Dream has never wanted to kiss him more. George giggled softly as he sat back up on the couch and gave a kiss to his cheek. This wasn't the distraction Dream wanted because now he just wanted to hold George.
Dream reached for George's cock in his own sweats only for George to move his hand away.
"Um-" Dream fumbled, "you want me to help with that?"
"Nah, I'm tired," George mumbled and he leaned against Dream's body.
"But- um, y-you got me off?"
George snorted, "yeah, idiot, I did. And now I'm tired, good job." George nudged his body so Dream did what he did best and silently listened to him, laying down on the bed with his best friend's head on his chest. He didn't understand.
"I- I don't understand."
"Ugh, it's fine I just wanna sleep, idiot."
Dream bit his lip, and wrapped his arms around the beautiful man slowly falling asleep against him.
If George didn't want to get off, what did he get out of this?
Dream initiated this, he forced George onto his knees, and now George was too tired to cum himself.
Fuck, he felt like shit.
-
He didn't know what else to do.
"B-Bad?" He stuttered out, fidget spinner whirring in his hands.
"What's up?" Bad asked, soft and reassuring already. Fuck, did he sound that bad?
"I-I don't-" It had been a while since Dream had a panic attack. It's something Dream very rarely experiences and he still had no idea how to handle them.
"Dream, Dream," Bad hushed. "It's okay, you don't have to say anything. Just calm down and breathe."
"Yeah, yeah okay," so he did his best to breathe. His head was reeling, his tears blurred his vision and he shook. All he could do was listen to Bad and breathe.
His breath finally calmed and he was left with the dreaded feeling of embarrassment afterwards.
"... Are you okay?" Bad asked.
"... No, no I'm not, Bad." Dream finally admitted.
"Okay, do you want to talk about it?" Did he?
"Yeah, yeah. I can- yeah." Dream switched his spinner to his other hand, "It's just- George and I- we, um. Have been, like, together-"
"Oh! Congratulations!"
"No- I- what?" Dream sputtered, "no, not like that."
"Oh."
"Yeah, uh- but- also, we have been like. Ugh, this is so annoying, like- kissing and- um, more."
"... More?"
"We've been fucking, okay?"
Bad paused and Dream only felt a little bad, "oh. Okay, well, I don't really need to know that."
"Yeah, obviously! I wasn't about to go into detail about that!"
"Okay! I just wanted to make sure!"
"Jesus, you're such an idiot. Okay. Whatever," despite Dream's complaints he had started to feel better. "But, um, yeah. So we've been doing that for- for a while now."
"... And you two aren't dating?"
"No, no we're not."
"Do you want to?"
"I-" Dream's face flushed as he hid his face from no one, "yeah. Yeah, I do. And- and he just, like-"
"Does George not want to?"
"I-I don't know. But he hasn't said anything and he just- just acts like nothing is wrong and I'm so confused."
Bad stayed quiet on the other line as Dream sniffled a little from residue tears.
"I'm sorry, Dream. I'm sure it must hurt." Dream nodded even though no one could see him. Because, yeah, it did hurt. It hurt to see the man that he's- he's in love with, act like kissing him was so casual. Like it didn't feel the same, like George could go on with his life without kissing Dream again.
"I- I just don't know what to do, Bad."
"Listen, Dream. I-I think you should just talk to him."
"No."
"Dream."
"He's not gonna take it seriously, anyways, Bad. You know that."
"Well, yeah, but he might. If you tell him your feelings are hurt.
Dream groaned, "I- I just don't want to deal with that, y'know? Because he's either gonna make fun of me or reject me or both."
Bad sighed, "Dream, you know he would never make fun of you for this. At most he might feel, like, embarrassed probably. But it would never be against you and you know it."
Dream sighed and rested his forehead against his desk.
"I-I know. I just-" he choked back his new tears, "I just don't want to get rejected." He whispered. Bad hummed in understanding.
"I know, it's scary, huh?" He soothed, "b-but think on the bright side! Maybe he does want to be with you, you never know!"
Dream scoffed, "yeah, okay."
"I'm serious!"
"So am I!"
"Ugh, Dream you're the worst."
-
Dream was an idiot. Despite Bad's wise, wise words, Dream decided to do the opposite because he was scared. So, he started to ignore George. Which was stupid, really, when they shared a house and friends and a life.
So given all that, he only lasted a day before he was confronted.
"Dream?" George asked softly from Dream's bedroom door. Shit. Dream set his phone down and sat up, giving George his full attention because he at least deserved that.
"Yeah? What's up?" He responded, trying to keep it casual. George furrowed his eyebrows and stepped further into his room, closing the door behind him and playing with the ends of his sleeves. Shit.
"I- um, did I… do something?" He mumbled and Dream wanted to die because George looked so confused and guilty because of him.
"No, no I promise you didn't do anything!"
"It's just- um, whenever I try to-" his cheeks turned a pretty pink, "um, get near you. You like- leave, so… um-"
Maybe Dream should just tell him the truth. Because this is so much worse than George rejecting him. Because George was starting to tear up because Dream was too much of a coward to fucking tell him how he felt, because Dream was too selfish to fucking lose him. So, he took in a deep breath like Bad had told him to yesterday.
"Listen, I- George, you know I love you, right? But, um, I don't think I can-"
And George's face fucking falls. If Dream thought George looked sad before, he looked devastated now. The tears that had been building up finally fell down his beautiful face and he gripped his own body in a hug.
"I-I-" He started, clearly at a loss for words.
"No no, George! Listen! It's- It's nothing you did-"
"Are you- Are you seriously giving me the 'it's not you, it's me?' talk!?"
"I- I mean, I guess I am, but it's really not like that-"
"Jesus Christ!" George shouted, his anguish melted in rage. "I- look, I genuinely don't know what I- or you," he raised his fingers for air quotes, "did that changed between- between today and yesterday, but- I mean- fucking, fine! Whatever!"
Dream frowned, standing up to tower over George who scoffed at him.
"'Whatever'? George, what the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"It means whatever! Fine! We're done!"
"So what? That's it? I tried to be nice about this, George! And now you're yelling at me like a little bitch-"
"Oh, nice? Yeah, good fucking job with that!"
"God, George-" Before he could finish, George stormed out of his room. "George!"
Dream chased after him, George storming down the hallway to his room.
"George, what the hell are you doing?" They both readily ignored Sapnap's "guys?" from downstairs in favor of their petty argument. George slammed his closet door open and grabbed his suitcase, throwing it onto his unused bed and unzipping it. "George! What the fuck?"
"I'm leaving, asshole, what's it look like?" George yelled back at him, going to his closet and pausing at the door. "Ugh! All of my stupid clothes are- are back in the other room!", George turned back to Dream who stood at the doorway. Move!"
"No! George, what the hell? What the- What the fuck do you mean you're leaving? Like, actually?"
"It means I'm going back- back to England, or some hotel, or whatever!" And Dream's heart stilled. This was it. The rejection. However, he refused to fall apart in the middle of their argument, he was a stubborn, stubborn man.
"Oh, come on! Don't you think you're overreacting, George? Like, Jesus Christ-"
"Overreacting!?" George gasped. Over the years Dream had known George, he was not an easy man to offend. He usually brushed things off, probably way too much than he should, something Dream never understood how he could. But now, George was looking at Dream as if he insulted his entire family and then some. He looked absolutely disgusted and Dream had no idea why. He didn't know why any of this was happening, wasn't communicating supposed to be the best thing to do here?
George's breath broke as he held back tears, "overreacting," he repeated under his breath in disbelief.
"Yes, you're being a fucking baby. Leaving everything because- because what? You won't get your dick wet anymore!?"
"No!" George screamed, "you fucking idiot, what the- what the hell are you talking about!?'
"What are you talking about!?"
"I'm leaving because my fucking- fucking boyfriend is breaking up with me! And- And he has the fucking audacity to not even explain himself!" George heaved, arms shaking as he finally let himself succumb to his tears. "So- So I'm sorry for 'overreacting' about- about, I don't even know what because you won't tell me! I don't know what I did wrong or- or where we went wrong and I'm just so- so confused, Dream. Please," he sobbed, falling onto his knees.
Dream was shell-shocked.
Time turned slowly.
He couldn't hear George's sniffles over the sound of his rushing head.
What?
"George…" He hushed, crouching down in front of the pitiful man. Dream reached for him but upon George's flinching, put it back. "I- I don't…"
George sighed, wiping his face with his quivering hands.
"No, It- it's okay, I understand."
"You do?"
"Yeah, I-I mean…" his shoulders hunched in on himself as he continued to hiccup, "I'm not a good boyfriend. I don't- I don't know the words, I don't know what to do but it all comes so… easily for you. I-" his breath hitched as more tears emerged, "I didn't give you what you- you needed or- or deserved. I'm sorry, p- please just let me go so I don't- don't bother you more, please."
Dream… had absolutely no idea what George was talking about. He couldn't tell if what he said was even English.
"I- George, I really don't understand," George scoffed, "no- really! I- boyfriend? You're my-" his head reeled even thinking about it, not the time, "my boyfriend? What are you talking about?"
"What- Dream," George looked at a loss for words. "You're an idiot I don't understand how you're confused. Fucking- like, obviously? What, did you think-" And George's face shifted as he seemed to process everything. "I- Dream?"
"Boyfriend?" He repeated, still in shock.
"Did you- Did you not know that!?"
"No!?"
"I-" Dream could not read George's face, "what the fuck? Dream, we've been- we've been, like, dating since I got here?"
"We have!?"
"Yes!?"
"How the hell was I supposed to know!?"
"Because I let you fuck me!? Multiple times!?"
Dream's face went bright red, "I- I didn't know! You never said anything, we never talked, I just assumed-"
"Shouldn't it be obvious?" George mumbled, face still unsure. "How did you not understand?"
"I- George, we never talked. I'm not- like, a mind reader. I don't know what's going on in your head. You slept in my bed, you kissed me, and you fell asleep. The next morning? You didn't mention it! What was I supposed to think?" George's face was bright red in horror.
"I- oh my god, so you didn't-" He turned away from Dream, trying to process everything. He then abruptly turned towards him in alarm, "oh my god, so you didn't, like- fuck anyone else, right?"
"I- George, no! Obviously!"
"You can't say obviously now! I don't know what is obvious anymore!"
"Still, I wouldn't do that. I-" Dream's breath got caught in his throat, why is he still terrified to say it? "I love you, George. Back then I wasn't- I wasn't breaking up with you, or anything. I thought you didn't like me back so… I just couldn't handle being with you with that thought." George stared at him, face a bright red at the confession. What were they, high schoolers?
"Of course not Dream, I," he hesitated, "…I love you too, a lot. You know this."
"Yeah, I do. I just- didn't think it was romantic like mine."
"Well…" He paused lamely, "it is. Idiot."
They both sat in silence for a moment, recounting the past 20 minutes. And then Dream realized… And then he processed...
His face burst into flames, "you love me!?"
"I- Yes! Did you not, like, hear me or something, idiot!? What's wrong with you!?"
"You… love me," he repeated and George rolled his eyes.
"I'm not saying it again."
"Can I kiss you?"
George hid his face with his hands and groaned, "right now? I'm still confused."
"Me too, but maybe kissing would help us understand better."
"You're such an idiot you're just saying that."
"Yeah I am, but I want to kiss you knowing that-" His face burst into a smile and tears brimmed his eyes and fuck he was still pathetic, "knowing that you love me. Like, sitting in a tree-"
"Shut up!" George groaned, reaching for the collar of Dream's plain t-shirt and pulling him into a surprisingly soft kiss. Dream pulled back only to immediately chase after George again who let out a surprised sound.
"I-" kiss "love-" kiss "you-" kiss, Dream said and George just tugged on his hair in embarrassment.
George finally separated them, blocking Dream's attempts at more kisses by putting his palm over his mouth.
"Dream, as happy as I am right now, I'm uncomfortable sitting on this damn floor and still very confused."
Dream sighed, "yeah, yeah I know…" Dream kissed him again, because he could and George loves him.
"So that means stop kissing me and let me like, sit on the bed or something."
Dream whined, "fine, whatever." Dream sat up and pulled himself to his feet, offering George a hand to help. He leaned forward to kiss George again but his best friend - boyfriend? - pushed him back again with a fond smile and damnit if George didn't want him to kiss him he needed to stop looking like that.
"Stop idiot," George lightly scolded as he sat down on his bed next to his empty suitcase. George sighed softly and Dream followed after him, sitting next to the beautiful man next to him that he really wanted to kiss again. But, he held himself back because George was trying to take things seriously for once.
"So… um, are we idiots?" Dream jokingly asked.
"You're an idiot, that's for sure."
"Oh, come on. We're both idiots, idiot."
"Yeah, yeah…" George twiddled with his fingers and hunched his shoulders forward in anxiety. "So, I thought that we were-" his face went bright pink, "like, dating. And you thought that we were… what? Just, like, having sex? For what? Fun?"
"I- I guess? I just thought that, I mean, I promise I'm not trying to- to sound, like, egotistical, but I thought that you just- thought I was, like, hot… and that's it. That, and my huge, like, monstrous cock-"
"You don't sound like you're trying to be humble."
Dream wheezed, "okay! Okay, sorry, that- that last part was me being a little full of myself, okay? But- in seriousness, I- yeah… I guess I thought you just wanted to have sex 'cause you thought I was hot, or you were just really, really horny."
George's face was bright red as he hid behind his hands, groaning. "This is so fucking embarrassing," he mumbled. "So- okay… um, you, like, said you um… liked me, right?"
"Yeah, I- uh, I really do." Jesus, this was so awkward.
"Okay- good, um. Me- Me too, I guess."
"You guess?"
"You know I'm not good with this stuff, Dream."
"Yeah, I know."
They stay like that for a few moments, taking in everything that happened. They were… such idiots.
"So, um, did you want to be boyfriends?" Dream asked. George stared at him incredulously.
"Yeah, no shit, Dream."
"Okay, cool. I'd- um, like to be your boyfriend too."
"Okay, epic."
They paused again.
"... Can I kiss you now?"
"Please."
Dream surged forward and cupped George's - his boyfriend's - face as he pressed their lips together. George moaned softly into the kiss, leaning forward and moving himself into Dream's lap. This kiss was different than their other kisses, it was heated as always, but knowing that they were together, that George was finally his… though, he guesses George had always been his.
"Mm- Dream," George mumbled between their kisses, tugging at the hem of Dream's shirt. "Can I- Can I ride you?" Dream's head went blank.
"Jesus- yeah, yeah you can." George grinned as he finally grabbed Dream's shirt and pulled it over his head for him, Dream reciprocating with George's own shirt. "Fuck, you're so beautiful, George." Dream said, because he finally could. George shuddered in his lap and Dream attached his lips to his right nipple, sucking harshly.
"F-Fuck, Dream…"
"Yeah, baby? You like that?" George bit his lip and nodded, wrapping his arms around Dream's neck and stealing another kiss.
"God, just fuck me, Dream." George rolled his hips against Dream's and he groaned, pulling George's sweats and boxers down. He gripped George's ass, kneading them just to hear George's sigh of pleasure. George grinded down against Dream's hands and clothed cock, letting out a soft whimper.
"My needy little boyfriend..." Dream whispered, leaning forward to bite at George's neck.
George whined, "holy fuck, Dream… D-Didn't realize how much I needed to hear you say that…" He leaned forward, gripping onto Dream's broad shoulders and leaving soft bites on Dream's own neck.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah… now fuck me."
Dream chuckled, who was he to deny his beautiful boyfriend? George raised his hips up and helped Dream slide his sweats and boxers down strong thighs, George leaving a soft kiss to Dream's hip that made him gasp and shiver. George snickered like the little devil he was.
George finally sat back up in Dream's lap and leaned over to their nightstand to grab the spare lube they kept. Dream's hands hungrily roamed around George's sides and hips, patiently waiting. However, that patience ran thin as George smacked the bottle onto his chest causing him to let out a groan in surprise and slight pain.
"George!"
"What?"
"You know what."
"Hm… I don't think I do." He smugly replied, wiggling his hips against Dream's exposed, hard cock.
"Brat," Dream gritted out, gripping George's hips tightly. "And here I was trying to make sweet love to my boyfriend… unfortunately, he's too much of a whore who can't go a day without my attention, hm?" George flushed.
"That's not fair, I thought I like- did something wrong, idiot." Dream hummed apologetically, rubbing away the slight pain from his tight grip on the boy's hips.
"Hm…" Dream quietly agreed as he reached for the bottle of lube, pouring a generous amount on his fingers and reaching for George's hole. He inserted one digit into his boyfriend who let out a little sigh of relief as it continued deeper into him. However, Dream did not move his finger, just let it sit there as George grew more and more frustrated.
"Dream," George whined.
"What, baby?"
"Do something."
"Mm… But I'm so tired, baby." George rolled his eyes and let out a soft whine. "How 'bout you fuck yourself on my fingers and we see how I feel after?" George whined again in protest.
"No, please, Dream-"
"You take what I give you, George." Dream immediately reprimanded, lightly slapping George's ass. "Unless you don't want me to fuck you, baby?" George whined and shook his head no. He glanced down at his lap, and back up at Dream with his usual pleading face. But Dream was stubborn, even with that irresistible face staring at him, pleading for him. Because he knew George liked this, liked this game between them. Finally, George sighed and rolled his eyes.
George lifted his hips up slightly only to push them down on Dream's index finger. And fuck did he look hot like this. George grew a steady pace, bouncing down on his finger until he lost out a broken mewl.
"Dream, please, another," and Dream could only deny George so much. He inserted his second and heard George let out a slight hiss at the stretch before continuing his bouncing.
"Yeah, baby, feel good?" Dream groaned, gripping George's waist with his free hand and staring at his face scrunched up with pleasure.
"Yeah, yes, fuck- y-your hands-"
"My hands?"
"Yeah," George sighed and then let out a surprised gasp as Dream added another. "O-Oh fuck," George picked up his pace, biting his lips.
"You look so beautiful like this," Dream gasped out because he finally could. He didn't have to hide these thoughts about George anymore, because George was his. George looked at him with wide eyes and a soft gasp escaped his mouth.
"I- I- shit, shut up-"
"No, George, I mean it," Dream emphasized his point by fucking George up on his fingers as he came down. George moaned, falling down chest to chest with Dream as he hid his face. Dream roughly crooked his fingers so they hit George's prostate and he mewled. "You're the most gorgeous person I've ever seen, George." He continued his fast pace into the pretty man.
"Stop-"
"I love you so much, I'm so lucky-"
"Dream- I-I'm gonna- if you don't-" And Dream got the message, pulling his fingers from George's ass hearing a dissatisfied whine come from him. He rubbed his sides in apology, as George breathed heavily.
"Still wanna ride me, baby?"
George shook his head, "too tired… 'wanna lay down." Dream grinned and rolled his eyes fondly.
"Okay, baby, let me take care of you." George huffed and rolled his eyes, but dropped down on the bed beside him. Dream sat up and leaned over his boyfriend, grabbing the forgotten bottle of lube and applying a healthy amount onto his hard cock. Dream let out a soft breath as he stroked himself a few times, staring at the beautiful boy with his legs spread out for him. George reminded him of their first night they had sex, inviting eyes and loving smile that Dream missed back then. "I love you," he whispered because he could.
George hid his face behind his hands, "... Shut up."
"And you love me too."
"Maybe if you actually fucked me I would."
Dream frowned at that, "no, you love me."
George huffed, "no. Fuck me."
"George."
"Dick. In ass. Right now. Or I'm leaving."
"No you aren't, idiot."
"Yes I am."
"Tell me you love me, or I'm not fucking you."
They both glared at each other, both stubborn and knowing neither of their threats were serious. Dream grabbed his cock and pushed it against George's rim, smacking it a few times in challenge.
"I-I," George started, legs shaking on either side of Dream's waist. "Ugh, Dream, I already said it once today…"
"Hm…" Dream acknowledged, the head of his cock slipping into his hole only for Dream to immediately pull out. Fuck, George better hurry and give up already.
"Fuck, okay, okay, um-" George rushed, shaking his hips in desperation. "I love you, idiot, now fuck me-"
Dream pushed in, both letting out a sigh of relief.
"Shit, George-"
"Uh-huh-"
The gradual drag of Dream's cock inside of George was a feeling Dream could never get tired of. Dream leaned forward, capturing George's lips in a kiss that was mostly tongue, desperate to be as close as Dream possibly could. Dream wanted to swallow George whole, Dream wanted to be the only thing George could think of.
Dream groaned as he bottomed out, the two breathing into each other's space.
"Dream…" George hushed, wrapping his arms around Dream's shoulders.
"Tell me-" Dream gulped, "tell me when you're ready." George nodded. His legs hooked around Dream's waist as they laid there. Dream pressed soft kisses into George's - his boyfriend's - neck just to hear him giggle softly. "I'm so happy right now."
"You're an idiot."
"Yeah, I am." Dream wrapped his arms around George's waist as he adjusted himself to be more comfortable, pausing at George's whine. He glanced at him, "sorry, you okay?"
George nodded, "mhm. You can move now."
Dream leaned back and gripped George's spread legs before pulling out and slamming back in. George gasped and clutched at the pillows by his head, and Dream grinned.
The rhythmic thrusts that pushed George further up against the bed, his gasps and moans echoing with the rock of the bed.
"Fuck-" George gasped, legs trying to clench together but stopped by the strong grip Dream had.
"God, you look stunning like this, baby," Dream groaned out. George's open, moaning mouth and eyes squeezed shut were mesmerizing, knowing that Dream did this to him made him crazy. "You don't know what you do to me."
"D-Dream-" George reached up towards him, "k-kiss, want-" And Dream immediately fell back forwards, because he would give George anything he wanted when he sounded so sweet. Their lips met, a soft and loving kiss contrasting Dream's rough thrusts.
Dream moved his arm between them and gripped George's cock, George letting out a responding whine. Dream played with his pretty head and if Dream wasn't busy with other things he would love to kiss it, he saved that thought for after.
"Look at you, fuck, so- so desperate."
"Yeah,"
"L-Little whore, you love this, don't you?" George just nodded eagerly, pitch getting higher as his thighs shook.
"Dr-Dream, close- so-"
"Come on, baby. You can come, please, wanna see it-"
And George came with a loud cry, head thrown back against the plush pillows and Dream's hand wrapped around his cock. George's cum covered his chest as he breathed heavily.
"George, can I keep going?"
"Yes, please," he whined out. Dream nodded, thrusting carelessly into the pliant man as he chased after his impending orgasm. Dream moaned, leaning down chest to chest to his boyfriend and thrusting mindlessly. "Come on, Dream. Fuck me, use me, own me," George breathed out and Dream would never understand how George could say shit like that but struggle with a little I love you.
The words drew Dream to come. Hard. His mind went blank and he whined, hips stuttering as he came inside of George.
"Fuck, George," he groaned. He finally stilled as he finished.
They laid like that for a few minutes, catching their breaths. Finally, George groaned and pushed at Dream's shoulders.
"Dream, you're heavy, get off."
"I'm not even putting that much weight on you, give me a second."
"No, I can't breathe, I'm actually dying."
"Oh my god, you're so annoying," Dream huffed, finally pushing out of George with a soft sigh and falling beside him. George turned towards him on his side and gave Dream a warm, tired smile.
"Hi," he whispered.
"Hi yourself," Dream hushed. George leaned in closer to him and sighed sweetly into Dream's neck as Dream wrapped his left arm around George's waist. He softly rubbed his skin, hand trailing down to his boyfriend's ass, fingers playing with his dripping hole.
"Dream," George whined. "Too tired…" Dream chuckled softly, retracting his fingers back to his waist.
"Sorry, baby, you're just too hot." Dream ignored George's flustered groan, "okay, gotta get you cleaned up." George groaned louder. "Baby, you're gonna complain in the morning, we go through this every time."
"Jus' wanna be close to my boyfriend, that too much?" George mumbled.
And that sentence was like a spear to Dream's heart because holy shit, was this what George meant earlier about calling him his boyfriend? The feeling of knowing that Dream's love is reciprocated, that he is undeniably George's and George is his. He was gonna get a little light headed just thinking about it.
So, with a new gooey heart, Dream laid back down and embraced his boyfriend. He placed a gentle kiss to his sweat-covered forehead and George let out a pleased hum.
"Okay, baby, okay"
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When Dream woke up in the middle of the night, he checked his texts and noticed some new ones from Sapnap.
Nick | 8:42 pm
Next time you two fuck don't leave the door open jfc
Nick | 8:43 pm
Had to go to Punz's house bc of u guys at least give me warnings 😪
Me | 2:09 am
??? Did u know we were dating?
Dream waited a few minutes for his response, opening up and scrolling through Twitter.
Nick | 2:14 am
Bro obviously?? Ur so obvious abt it
Me | 2:14 am
WAS I THE ONLY ONE WHO DIDN'T KNOW???
Nick | 2:15 am
??? Wdym