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George takes a deep breath, as he looks out the window, watching the houses pass by in a blur as Dream drives him home. He reflects back on the past ten minutes after his confession.
Dream didn’t respond, eyes wide and the two simply staring at each other for a moment. It was broken when a honk startled them both, and the alpha quickly turned his attention back to the drive thru to pull up to the speaker to order.
Clearing his throat, Dream ordered the food. George was about to interrupt to tell him what he normally got, but the blond ordered him his exact order, down to the sprite mixed with Powerade, which made him gape at the alpha, awestruck.
The alpha turned back to look at him, and seemed to hesitate, “That’s your order, right?”
“Yeah,” George whispered, his heart beating quickly and his pad no doubt, absolutely soaked now. His omega was so pleased, wanting him to jump the alpha then and there, and he could only hope that his scent wasn’t obvious with his want.
“Okay,” Dream nodded as if to himself, the McDonald’s worker giving him his total, then he pulled up to the next window to pay.
Once they had their food, Dream asked him for directions to his house. He was a little disappointed, he thought maybe they would park somewhere and eat their food, like a date. He guesses he creeped out Dream enough that the alpha just wanted to take him home.
His omega was sad, alpha wants to get rid of us, it whimpers. Ugh , why did he say anything? They were doing just fine, but Dream caught him off guard asking about Foolish and he panicked and which made him expose himself. The alpha probably doesn’t want to help him anymore, not wanting him to get the wrong idea of what they are.
Dream is everything he wants in a boyfriend, and one day, a mate. Now that he knows what it’s like, he can’t imagine Dream not walking him to class or sitting with him at lunch every day. But he knows that Dream is only doing it since he’s his heat partner. That after a few days of mindless hormones, they will go back to how it was before, on opposite ends of the school.
His hormones and emotions were everywhere, and he felt his eyes well up with tears. One tear was able to escape, rolling down his cheek and he hurriedly tried blinking them away as he saw his house come into view, his driveway clear, meaning his parents were still at work.
“Well, um,” Dream cleared his throat awkwardly as he put the car in park.
“Do you want to come in?” He blurts out, his omega taking over his brain to mouth filter making him internally slap himself.
The alpha glances between him and the house, surprise evident on his face. “Do you want me to come in?” He asks teasingly, a hesitant smile on his face, the first since they left the fast food restaurant.
“ Yes ,” He breathes, shifting as he feels his dick twitch at the idea of being alone with his dream, ha, alpha. “I do.”
He watches the alpha swallow hard, before nodding. He turns off his car, grabbing the bags of food and the tray holding their drinks while George grabs his stuff, including Dream’s hoodie.
They both get out, car doors closing gently behind them as they make their way to the front door. George feels like his heart is going to beat out of his chest, nervous to be alone with an alpha for the first time in his home where his nest is.
“My parents are usually home late,” He says as he tries to put the key in the door, nostrils catching a whiff of anxiety on the alphas scent and he realizes what it sounded like he was implying. “Not that that matters!” He laughs nervously, hand trembling as he finally gets the key in the doorknob to unlock the door to let them in.
“You guys have a cute house,” Dream compliments, looking around the entry with a nod.
“I’m sure it’s not as big as yours Mr. Tesla, but still works just fine,” George says with a small smile, shutting and locking the door behind him.
Dream’s shoulders are shaking with suppressed laughter, and it makes him raise an eyebrow. “What?” George scoffs.
“Nothing, just what you said sounded a little dirty.”
George blinks, then he can’t help but giggle realizing it did. Dream ends up wheezing, the two of them still at the entryway no doubt looking like idiots laughing with McDonald’s in their hands. It breaks the previous tension between them though, and George feels a little more relaxed when he gestures to Dream to the stairs to his room.
“I would have us eat at the dining table but my mum’s work project is on it and she’ll kill me if we mess it up.” He explains as Dream follows him up the steps.
When they get to the door to his room, he hesitates to open it. Most homes are designed with at least one omega room besides the master, so luckily his nest isn’t just out in the open and is in the purposefully spacious closet, but the alpha is still going to get a whiff of the vulnerable scent from his bed.
The alpha’s scent emits calming pheromones in response to his nervous scent, making himself shake out of his thoughts to open the door before he overthinks it.
“Make yourself at home,” He puts his backpack up on the hook behind his door, closing it gently. He turns to see Dream drop the food bag on his bed, taking in his room. The alpha is heaving shallow breaths through his mouth as if to not become overcome by his potent scent. It makes his omega preen in pride.
“I like your room,” He croaks, eyes going over the posters of Minecraft on his wall, his desktop setup, then over to his plain queen sized bed with blue sheets with two pillows. “I hope this doesn’t offend you, but your nest isn’t as flashy as what they show on TV.”
George huffs a laugh, in disbelief this hunk of alpha watches those types of shows. “Dream, that’s TV. A normal omega isn’t going to have thousands to spend on their nest like the characters do on a show.” He takes a seat on the bed, placing the drinks in the tray on the bed and pulling out his box of nuggets to start eating. “Besides, this isn’t my nest. This is an omega room, it’s in my closet.”
“Oh,” The alpha blinks, rubbing the back of his head with hand sheepishly. “Sorry, I guess my research online didn’t really go into that, just boundaries and stuff.”
George’s lips part in surprise, his heart clenching at the knowledge Dream did research. He pats the spot next to him so the alpha knows it’s okay to sit on his bed. “I know your mum mentioned the hoodie, she didn’t mention how omegas nests work?”
“Well, I didn’t really get into the details with her about it,” He huffs, taking a seat next to him on the bed. “What I looked up was uh, the embarrassing stuff I guess I could say.”
George feels his face heat up, imagining what that stuff may have consisted of.
“Well, when my heat starts, we’ll be in there,” He gestures with a nod to the closet, watching as Dream hungrily looks at the closet with intrigue. “My parents know I have a partner this time, so they booked a hotel.”
“Not too much longer until then,” Dream says quietly, eyes going between the omega and the closet before taking a quick breath to unwrap his burger.
A few moments go by with both of them eating their respective meals in silence. It’s not necessarily an uncomfortable silence, but there’s tension in the air that feels like it could snap at any moment.
George’s text tone goes off, the noise loud in the otherwise quiet room making him flinch. He gives Dream a timid smile, pulling out his phone to look at the message he received.
Mum: Your dad and I are going to eat after work
Mum: Call me if anything, we’ll bring you a plate
“It’s my mum,” He explains when he catches a hint of curiosity on the alpha’s scent. “They’re going to be here a little later if that’s okay.”
“Yeah, of course, sure,” Dream takes a deep breath, rubbing his palms on his thighs. His mouth opens as if he’s going to say something, but then he closes it and shakes his head to himself.
“Dream?” He questions gently, trying to encourage the alpha to say his thoughts. Prepared to hear him say yeah I changed my mind about helping you, you’re on your own, buh bye.
The alpha abruptly stands up, grabbing their trash and empty cups to put in the bin by his desk. His omega coos in satisfaction, that the alpha takes such good care of him, cleaning up after him. He wonders if he’ll clean after him too when he’s covered in slick and the alpha’s cum. The thought makes him squirm, his pad absolutely soaked now that it’s getting uncomfortable. Christ, he needs to calm down.
The alpha walks back to bed, stopping in front of him, bringing a large hand under his chin to get him to look up at him.
“George, I really am trying to hold back from kissing you right now,” Dream whispers, bringing a thumb over to his lips and George instinctively parts them in surprise, the digit lingering on the bottom one. “But I don’t know much longer I can, so I need to tell you something first.”
George takes a deep breath, cheeks no doubt red now. Okay, that’s not what he was expecting. There’s no way he’s going to calm down after that. For a second, his mind goes hazy, his omega taking over. The next thing he knows, in the blink of an eye he has Dream’s thumb in his mouth suckling on the digit.
Oh God, he’s absolutely mortified, but he can’t pull away. He’s still sucking away, eyes wide and blinking up at the alpha as his head clears.
Dream swears under his breath, his other hand going to George’s hair and tugging the soft strands to pull him off gently with a pop. “Fuck, you can’t do that. I’m trying to be serious right now.”
“I’m so sorry,” George breathes heavily, bringing his hand down his face to calm how flustered he is.
“Listen,” Dream starts, taking a seat next to him again and grabbing one of his hands to hold. “I really like you, George, and I was stupid for not saying anything in the car, I was just surprised.”
Dream scoots closer to him so their thighs are touching, and George finally brings his eyes up to meet the alpha’s hopeful gaze. “I had no idea you knew I existed until you asked me that day. I was so fucking happy you asked me,” The blond says with a soft smile, that droops slightly into a frown. “It killed me to find out you asked another alpha before me, it broke my heart because you’re it for me George. That’s why I’ve never said yes to anyone else.”
George’s eyes water, he can’t believe what he’s hearing. The words he’s been fantasizing for the past couple years for the alpha to say to him is actually happening.
“I want to be more than just a heat partner to you. I want to be your boyfriend, one day your mate, and I’m sorry if that makes you uncomforta— mm !” Dream's sentence gets muffled as George can’t take it anymore, practically leaping up to wrap his arms around Dream’s neck to pull him into a deep kiss.
He can’t help but purr, his omega so happy. His heart races as he gets braver, moving to straddle the alpha’s lap. Dream kisses him back after the initial shock wears off, his arms going around his waist to pull him closer.
George pulls away to breathe, taking in a shaky breath as he meets Dream’s wide eyes. “I want that too,” He’s still purring uncontrollably, squirming as he feels more slick begin to leak through, the wetness now going through his jeans. It makes him gasp, Dream’s scent spiking thick with arousal as the scent escapes the confines of the pad. “Shit , I’m sorry, I can’t help it.”
Dream groans, his head dropping down to thump on the mattress. “You have no idea how bad I want you right now,” He breathes, making George squirm in his lap at how arousing those words are. It makes him brush up against the blond’s hardness on accident, and Dream whines at the friction. “George,” He warns, arms tightening around his waist.
“I know, I know,” George gasps out, bringing his ass away from the hard, big, bulge. His omega is practically in control right now, and it makes his mouth stupid. “I can’t wait for you to be my first.” He says quietly, playing with Dream’s chain necklace.
“Yeah?” The blond whispers disbelievingly, the air heavy with his scent of satisfaction at that knowledge. “It’d be mine too,” Dream confesses softly. His omega chirps in happiness, excited they’ll be each other's firsts, and hopefully lasts.
“Dream,” He whines, yelping when Dream hugs him tight to roll them over so George is on his back. The blond begins immediately pressing kisses down the line of his throat, his teeth grazing the gland on his jugular. “Dream, careful.”
“Fuck, soon , I promise,” Dream pulls away from his neck to whisper, quiet enough George believes he wasn’t supposed to hear. “I think we should talk about your heat.” He says a little louder, bringing himself up to be kneeling in between George’s open legs.
“Yes we should,” He agrees, trying not to sound too disappointed that he no longer could feel Dream’s dick again. “What do you want to know?” George hums, letting his hands come up to play with the blond’s wavy locks.
“I know this is going to be the first time for both of us,” Dream inhales a little roughly, scent spiking even more with arousal that makes George tug the strand of hair he’s been playing with. “But I want to make sure, do you want me to wear a condom? I didn’t want to just assume, even if you’re on birth control.”
“No,” He practically growls. The idea of anything getting in between his alpha and him makes him go crazy, and he brings his hands down to cup Dream’s face. “No condom. I got the shot at my last doctor's appointment.”
Dream’s eyes flutter shut, tilting his head into George’s touch. “Do you need me to bring anything? Like snacks or food? I can get those fruit snacks you’re always stealing from Sapnap.”
Those words trigger something in George’s omega who’s still in control, his mouth once again blurting out what regular George would never have the guts to say. “The only thing I need you to bring is yourself, and your knot.”
“Oh, wow, okay, I can definitely give you that,” Dream splutters, eyes now open wide and cheeks flushed. “I promise I will, just one more week baby.”
“Why not now?” George can’t help but whine, and it makes him cringe at himself. He sounds so dick hungry, he doesn’t remember ever feeling this way before during preheat. Then again, he’s never had an alpha on top of him, let alone one he likes, before.
“George, baby, if we do something right now I think you’re too close that your heat will start early and my rut will kick in,” Dream attempts to comfort him, but his omega doesn’t want to understand, whining in displeasure. “We don’t have anything, no food, water, extra blankets. Do you really want to start your heat that way?”
His omega finally catches on, understanding what he’s saying now. He definitely needs extra blankets for his nest. “No,” He mumbles quietly, his head clear enough that now he feels mortified over the last couple sentences he’s said. His mental exhaustion is catching up to him, and thankfully his arousal is fading away slowly. “Thank you, alpha.” He slurs sleepily, not fully realizing what he just called the blond.
He feels Dream tense, inhaling shakily before pressing a kiss to cheek softly. “My omega,” Dream coos, nuzzling into his neck to scent mark him even more as he thinks to himself, one more week, before falling asleep.