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Porn, it’s one of Dream’s favorite pastimes.
Sometimes it wasn’t even about getting off, he just liked to make up a little competition with himself to see how long it would take him to get hard. He liked sitting at home alone with his feet up on the coffee table, watching it on the big screen in the living room. He took pride in himself for the last time he did it; twenty-two minutes into the video before he even got half hard, twenty-seven minutes to full hardness. It was his greatest record yet, and he counted down the days until he found himself home alone yet again; he was determined to beat his personal best.
Luckily for him, the day came quicker than he planned. Sapnap was on his way to North Carolina for the second time this month to visit Karl. Dream was convinced something was going on between the pair, but kept his comments to himself to avoid an argument. He let Sapnap lie to his face claiming it was for filming, but the hickies on his neck every time he returned home said otherwise. And of course, with Dream’s luck, George (with his new found license) offered to take Sapnap to the airport early this morning. So, Dream now had the house to himself for at least an hour and a half.
His feet were up, laptop streaming onto the television and his jeans were secured to his hips with the button already undone. He stared at the blank screen of his laptop, his empty browser staring right back. He wanted something new, something that would be a bit of a challenge for him. He felt like he’d seen all the typical porn actresses and their obviously fake moans, it was too easy for him to not get into it. He needed something exciting, so he leaned over to type into his laptop.
Gay Porn.
What a dumb search, he thought to himself as he pressed the enter key on his laptop, what could possibly show up when he googled– oh!
A thumbnail of a man’s open mouth caught his eye almost immediately. His eyes were closed and his tongue was pressed flat against his bottom lip, but his fluffy dark hair was the thing that caught Dream’s attention the quickest. He was pretty, something nice to look at rather than a woman who was obviously only pretending to enjoy herself, this man looked… desperate . Dream knew he wasn’t straight, it had been a hot topic for quite some time last year, but the important people in his life were accepting of it and that’s all that mattered to him. Yet he still silently wondered to himself, why had he never watched gay porn?
Sure, he’s watched threesomes with two men in it before, and yeah, maybe they’ve kissed a few times during them or even sucked one another off, but he’s never actually sat down in front of his big screen and enjoyed a full length porno with a plot involving two men.
This should be fun.
Dream clicked the video, his cheeks already flushed just by the thumbnail alone. The video didn’t take long to buffer, it started with the man from the thumbnail sitting on a couch much like Dream was doing right now, although he was dressed in nothing but a pair of red briefs, unlike Dream who was fully clothed. The man on screen was rubbing himself through said briefs, head thrown back against the cushion of the couch. He wasn’t making any noise, but his mouth was open like he wanted to.
Dream needed him to make a noise.
Dream swallowed thickly, maybe this was going to be a bit harder than he thought. No pun intended. A small squeak left the man's lips on screen and Dream’s eyes widened at the noise, as the man’s hand never relented on his cock. Dream licked his lips, eyes glued to the screen, he wondered if someone would join him or this was going to be a solo video— in all honesty, Dream didn’t mind either. He was on the edge of his seat, listening to the man squeak again before lifting his lips off the couch and gripping his cock through the fabric.
“Oh god, I’m so fucking hard,” The man whined.
Dream’s breath hitched in his throat; the man was British and suddenly Dream’s ears started ringing. Did he click the video because of the uncanny resemblance? He had never seriously spoken aloud about his feelings towards George, the way he’s dreamt of kissing him or touching him or—
“Oh my god, I wish someone was here to help me,” The man on the screen broke Dream from his thoughts.
He blinked up at the tv, the guy's cock was still covered but now leaking through the red fabric. Dream’s eyes were trained on the growing wet spot on the cloth, staring a little too intensely at the television screen before looking down at himself. He was definitely interested in the video, and it’d only been four minutes, had he lost his touch?
“What the fuck is going on here?” Dream didn't know if the question came from behind him or the screen in front of him, but he jumped up and paused the video anyway.
He slowly turned his head behind him, waiting to find a judgemental George standing in the archway into the living room, but he was greeted with silence, no one was there. It was just the video, thankfully, so Dream let out a sigh of relief and leaned back into the couch cushion after pressing play again. A new man entered the frame, slightly taller than the man on the couch with lighter brunet hair, but equally as fluffy as the one sitting on the couch.
“You weren’t even going to invite me to join you?”
Well, that was weird.
The man’s lips on the screen didn’t move with the words hitting Dream’s ears, so he furrowed his brow and smacked the pause button again. Maybe the video had to buffer a bit?
“Dream?”
Fuck.
He turned quickly, eyes wide as he stared at George standing in the doorway with a knowing smirk on his lips, “I leave for less than an hour and you’re watching porn in the living room?”
Dream’s mouth opened, ready to defend himself but he was caught red handed. There was no getting out of this one, he just hung his head and tried to hide his blush.
“What are you even watching?” George laughed, hopping onto the couch next to Dream close enough for him to feel the heat from outside radiating off his body, but not close enough for their skin to touch.
Dream looked to the screen, a rather compromising yet familiar view was bestowed in front of them. The main actor, in precum covered boxers, with his suspected roommate sitting next to him on the couch just looking at him.
A familiar scene indeed.
“Are you gonna press play?” George raised an eyebrow. Dream was speechless, with eyes wide and mouth still agape. George reached out, four fingers pressing to the underneath of Dream’s chin to close his mouth for him, “Can I watch with you?”
Dream took in a deep breath, “Uh- yeah, yeah, if you’re cool with it. We can watch it together.”
George smiled, making himself comfortable on the couch and pulling his knees up on the cushions so he was sitting with folded legs and a big smile on his face. Dream leaned over to his laptop still streaming onto the big screen, then pressed play.
“Jeez, mate, you need a hand?” The roommate of the main man smirked, “I can help you out, Gary.”
Ugh, Gary? For a pornstar name? What a boner killer.
He heard a small snicker coming from George, like he was in Dream’s head listening to his thoughts. He turned his head, watching George’s umber eyes glued to the screen before them, wide and curious as to what’s going to happen next. Dream, now back to almost full softness over the terrible name, turned most of his attention to the screen again. Gary continued to rub himself through his boxers, whiny moans leaving his mouth finally as his roommate stepped towards him and placed a hand over Gary’s cock.
George fixed his position, moving around on the couch as the red cotton finally left the actor's body and his cock was fully visible. Dream’s eyes were trained on George for a quick second, watching the Brit readjust himself on the couch and steady his breathing. Was he getting turned on by this?
“Do you normally watch this?” George asked, eyes moving to Dream’s, easily catching him already staring.
Dream was startled, being caught by his best friend. He cleared his throat and scratched the back of his head before he thought of a mindful answer, “I’ve never seen this one before.”
“Hm,” George smirked slightly, “so not your first rodeo?”
George glanced back to the screen, Gary’s friends hand wrapped around his shaft, helping him get off. Dream swallowed thickly, “No, I watch porn in the living room all the time.”
George laughed at that.
“No idiot, gay porn.”
Oh.
The words alone tumbling off the Brit’s tongue made Dream’s eyes widen, his cheeks burned with rose. “Oh, no it’s my first time, I wanted a challenge.”
A quirk of George’s eyebrow startled Dream, fuck he fucked up, “A challenge?”
Dream groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose before peeking at the screen in front of them, he should pause this, explain himself, and just laugh it off. So that’s just what he did, shaking off all nervous feelings as he bent over to pause the video and turned to his closest friend.
“When I’m home alone I— shit, I’m really in deep with one— I have this dumb competition with myself where I watch porn and see how long I can watch it before I– well, you know, get hard.”
George looked intrigued, and it made Dream blush. The features on the brunet’s face weren’t as shocked as Dream had initially thought they would be. Instead his lips were curled up into a soft smirk, and his eyes squinted slightly as he stared at Dream while the video remained paused in the background. Eyes raked over Dream’s body and stopped very obviously at the crotch of his jeans.
“What?” Dream glared back, nervous for an answer until a small giggle fell from the brunet’s lips.
He had to catch his breath first before he spoke again, “Is that why your button is undone? Already losing?” But before Dream could even defend himself with the fact that he never usually wears jeans to these competitions, George shook his head with another small laugh tumbling out of his mouth, “You’re funny, press play.”
And Dream did, without hesitation and without another word to the Brit. He leaned over and smacked the play button, leaning back into the sofa and taking in a deep breath. The scene cut, both men now in a bedroom, fully naked as the tall roommate continued pumping Gary’s cock in his hands.
Dream was quick to notice that they haven’t kissed yet. That was something Dream always noticed first, kisses. It’s not like he craved the intimacy when it came to kissing, but he did appreciate the softness in an intense scene. But this lacked that softness, just two roommates jerking each other off. Dream looked at his own roommate then back to the screen when his ears caught the attention of the actor’s voice.
“Can I help you out a little more, Gaz?”
Dream cringed at the name, glancing at George to gauge his reaction, but George was into it. Bottom lip pulled between teeth as his chest moved quickly with excitement. His feet were firmly on the floor, his back slouched against the back of the sofa and his hands were in his lap, he looked absolutely stunning. He never moved, only the rise and fall of his chest and the soft blink of his eyes— Dream has been staring for way too long.
Dream never outright asked George about his sexuality, they have always teetered on flirting but stopped when it became too serious, when George realized Dream himself was not straight. “I don’t want to lead you on or something,” George would tease through a discord call or two. But now he was here and in person, and sometimes the flirting did go too far, but Dream was always the one to pull away. He’d stop it before they did something either of them— George —would regret.
“This is so bad,” George laughed, and Dream blinked harshly, snapping himself back to reality and out of the painful memories.
Dream laughed along nervously, nodding his head and glancing at the screen, the roommate— did he have a name? —was now two fingers deep inside of Gary.
“Can we both agree Gary is a terrible name for a pornstar?” Dream scoffed and turned his attention to George who was already looking at him.
George cracked a smile and then turned back to the screen, “Pay attention, idiot.”
Dream did, although bummed he didn’t get an answer. Listening to the soft noises that left the actors’ lips and the squelching sounds of lube ringing throughout the room; Dream couldn’t ignore the hardness in his jeans anymore. He was actually surprised the name ‘Gary’ alone hadn’t turned him completely off from this, somehow he was aching to get his cock out. Gary’s mate dipped closer, running his tongue over his friend’s hole as his fingers moved in and out of his hole quickly, and Dream’s eyes widened.
Another look at George, but this time his pants. Dream’s eyes trained themselves on the silhouette of George’s grey sweatpants, being forever grateful for the fact that George practically lived inside of those pants. The outline was there, sitting heavy in the pants and Dream wanted to scream as all of his blood rushed straight to his cock. Was it even the video making him feel this way anymore?
“Do you—”
What was he doing?
“Do you mind if I…” Dream looked down at himself, his hand hovering over the zipper of his jeans, “Please, George?”
George’s eyes widened and his head whipped over to Dream. His eyes went to Dream’s crotch first, then back up to the look of desperation written all over his face. George’s mouth opened slightly, like he wanted to speak but all of his words were caught in his throat. Dream’s cock was beginning to hurt and- my god -he’d never been this hard before.
“Yeah, yeah go ahead,” George’s voice was barely above a whisper.
His eyes trained on Dream’s quick hands as two completely different men moaned into the room. The video was still playing and no one was going to move to pause it. Dream pressed a flat palm against his cock, a sigh leaving his lips almost too easily and too loudly as the zipper of his jeans pressed against his cock.
“Sorry, sorry,” He mumbled, gripping the outline of his cock just to relieve some pressure.
George’s eyes were still on him, he could feel the intense burning of George’s umber eyes staring into his side profile, “It’s okay, Dream. You don’t have to apologize. Can I–”
“Yes!”
Fuck, that sounded almost too desperate, but he didn’t want to be alone. George’s hand slipped right under the elastic of his sweatpants, disappearing for Dream’s eyes to only imagine what was happening beneath the fabric. George was looking ahead now, eyes off of Dream’s squeezing hand and now on the screen where Gary was being fucked into his mattress by his roommate. Dream turned his attention to the screen as well, hoping George didn’t notice he was staring at him for a bit too long.
Dream pulled the zipper of his jeans down, relief washing over him as he cock could finally breathe under the fabric of his boxers as it was not constrained by denim any longer. He lifted his hips slightly, pushing the too-tight jeans to about his mid thigh, and gripped his cock over his boxers. George’s head moved, turning towards Dream and watching his moving hand.
“Gonna cum, slut?” The roommate's voice made Dream’s ears ring.
The blond’s eyes slipped shut, trying to regulate his breathing as he pulled his cock through the slit of his boxers and gripped the base with purpose. His breath was shaky and face red with a burn of embarrassment and arousal. He could feel George’s eyes on him, feel the umber stare burning into his leaking cock. He turned his head catching George’s eyes and licked his lips.
“You’re, uh- you’re really big,” George whispered, eyes fluttering as his head fell back against the cushion of the couch.
And in all honesty, Dream almost came right there and then, “George.”
“Sorry,” George was quick to apologize, “I don’t know why I said that.”
His full attention turned back to the screen before them again, and Dream was upset at that. He wanted George’s eyes on him again, “No, it’s okay. I know I am.” His feigned confidence faltered a bit, but in the end George took the bait.
“Okay,” He scoffed, finally turning his attention back to Dream with his hands still beneath the elastic of his sweats.
Dream bit his lip, “What? I don't see you whipping yours out… So I can’t compliment it.”
A quirked eyebrow and a pull on his bottom lip, George’s hips lifted and Dream’s entire world came to a startling halt. He pulled down the sweatpants, revealing no underwear beneath them, just his hard cock.
“You’re not circumcised,” Dream pointed out, it wasn’t a question for George to answer but he did anyway.
George shook his head, “No, I’m not. I thought you knew that already?”
It was perfect, leaning slightly to the left and lying against his lower stomach. The tip was red angered with the need to be touched, Dream wished he could do it. George didn’t touch it, just let it sit there and be exposed and Dream could feel drool pooling under his tongue as his hand still gripped the base of his cock, unmoving.
“It’s pretty,” Dream said, “Like really pretty.”
George rolled his eyes, unable to hide the blush that rose up on his cheeks at the compliment. “You’re so stupid,” He laughed, turning back to the screen.
The star of the show- Gary -was on his knees now, his roommate’s cock down his throat as he was covered in his own cum. Dream came to the terrifying realization that it was going to end soon, and then what? They both sit here with their cocks out, hard and needy? Exposed to the air of the living room in dead silence. Did he find another video? Dream bit his lip, embarrassment and anxiety washing over him as George’s hand moved from his lap to wrap back around his cock.
Oh, he was still going. Dream followed the movement. The blond wrapped a hand around himself, eyes slipping shut as his head lolled back to the cushion behind him. He needed to focus, just cum before the video ended, clean himself up, and pretend it never happened. He’s never gone this far with George, hell, they’ve only ever held hands platonically at a haunted house they went to with Sapnap and Karl back in October when George first got there.
This was a whole new fucking level.
Dream could hear George’s breath, little gasps and soft hiccups. Dream’s cock was aching, leaking profusely down his shaft at just the small breaths coming from the man next to him. George’s legs spread a bit wider to give himself a better grip. Dream’s eyes snapped open suddenly as the warmth of George was not just next to him, but was now pressed to his leg.
George’s leg touched him.
He didn’t even mean to pick up the pace of his hand, it just happened. The tight feeling in his stomach was quick to catch his attention. He was close.
The video on screen cut to black - it was over. Now it was a silent room with just him and George touching themselves to nothing. Dream didn’t want to let it get to his head, the silence that filled around them, the awkwardness climbing into Dream’s brain, but his hand never stopped. Did George stop?
He turned to George now, eyes going right to the moving hand on his cock. He was going so quick, fingers and shaft glistening with precum that Dream silently wanted to taste.
“It ended.” Dream said dumbly, his hand releasing his cock and the tightness in his stomach subsiding - for now.
George’s eyes opened, his head lifting from the cushion to look at the television and his knee was quickly jerked away from Dream’s skin. The blond visibly pouted at the loss of contact, but George was quick to break the silence with a laugh.
“Well, I’m not just going to wait for it to go away, I’m way too close for that,” George mumbled, running the pad of his thumb across the wet slit of his cock.
Dream’s jaw dropped, watching as the skilled thumb dragged precum down the shaft of his cock and pulled back to the top to collect more. Dream’s eyes stared at the moving hand, skilled and fluid with each and every movement. He watched as George pressed slightly against the underneath of the head of his penis, watching precum dribble out. Dream mimicked the movements, pressing the pad of his thumb right below the head of his cock, but unfortunately he didn’t have the same reaction George did, so his eyes remained on his best friend and his quick moving hand.
“Oh, am I your entertainment now?” George laughed, body turning to face Dream. Dream nodded, words unable to leave his lips, “That’s pretty silly, Dream, watching your best friend get off instead of the millions of videos right in front of you.”
Dream nodded again, not even listening to the demeaning words leaving the Brit’s lips. A click of George’s tongue made Dream’s eyes snap up to his mouth, god , he wanted to kiss him so bad. His hand never stopped moving and neither did George’s.
“Are you- are you close, Dream?” George huffed, but all Dream could hear was George moan his name, and that was enough to push him to the edge of cumming. He nodded, lips falling open for a silent moan as George’s eyes finally left his own and looked down, “I can tell you’re so close. It’s so wet. ”
And just like that, Dream covered his fist in hot streaks of his own cum at the words alone. He barely made a noise as he came, cock twitching and brain screaming George, George, George. George gasped, covering his fist and shirt with his own cum, but he was a bit louder than Dream was. A small choked gasp filled the room before he bit down on his bottom lip so hard Dream doesn’t know how he hadn’t broken skin yet. Dream pulled his fist from himself reluctantly before he overstimulated himself, wondering where he could clean his fist off.
With his brain foggy and his fingers covered in a sticky mess, he settled to wipe them off on his t-shirt and fall back into the cushions of the couch to ground himself.
“Whoa,” George laughed, “you alright?”
Dream mumbled an answer under his breath, trying to shove himself back into his pants and put himself together somewhat before he had to waddle up to his bathroom to clean himself more. George was first to stand from the couch, a dirtied hand reached out to Dream and the blond’s eyes widened, watching George’s dripping fingers being held out to him to help him up from the couch. Dream took it without a second thought.
He was yanked from the couch, standing in front of George now so close he was almost towering over him. George was looking up at him, innocently with a small smile on his lips. Dream wanted to kiss him.
“Thanks,” Dream said before his actions took place in the forefront of his mind, “we— I should probably shower.”
George laughed, nodding his head and pulling his warm hand from Dream’s grip, “Agreed. We should probably shower.”
Together?
“See you for dinner,” George smiled, leaving the room quietly and up the stairs out of Dream’s sight.
Fuck.
Dinner was quiet, George finished his chicken in silence as Dream just stared. His appetite was gone, he couldn’t brush what happened earlier today from his mind even though he tried so hard. Showering himself in ice cold water and even dedicating hours to editing a video he knew he was probably going to scrap. But now here he was, sitting across from George who was mindlessly dangling his legs from his chair as he bit down on another piece of chicken like nothing even happened between them hours ago.
George cleared his throat, dropping the food back down onto his plate and smiled up at Dream, “S’it good?”
He nodded, not really feeling like speaking at all. He was scared to open his mouth and say something he was going to regret. George huffed, obviously getting annoyed with the taller man. Was he really going to pretend like nothing happened today?
“What’s wrong? You’ve barely eaten anything all day, you’re making me nervous.”
Dream swallowed his words, “Just not hungry I guess.”
“Can I make you something else? Order something? Come on, Dream, you have to eat.” George stood from the table, cleaning up his place, “What’s on your mind?”
Was he serious right now? They got off together and he had no idea what could have been bothering him? Maybe it really didn’t mean anything to George. Dream shook his head, picking up a piece of chicken and biting into it, showing off a fake smile full of food to satisfy the Brit.
“Have you ever had sex with a guy before?” George’s question made Dream’s mouth immediately dry, choking loudly on the food in his mouth.
The blond gasped for air before he spoke, “What?”
“Have you- I mean, I know we just watched the most basic porn in the world, but I want to know the kinkier side of you,” George smiled innocently, batting his eyelashes at Dream as he waited for an answer.
How the fuck was Dream meant to answer that?
Honestly.
“Yes, just once though. When Sapnap first moved here -”
“You had sex with Sapnap?” George was quick to raise himself out of his chair with a gasp.
Dream laughed, “No! No, one of Sapnap’s friends that helped him move in,” Dream shrugged, “We ended up making out a little bit and and he fucked me in the hallway with Sap asleep in the other room.”
George’s eyes lit up, “Dream."
The blond rolled his eyes, “Oh, come on, don’t make it sound that way.”
“You bottomed?” George smirked and Dream groaned, covering his face and looking down at the food left in front of him.
He didn’t want to relive it right now.
“Sorry, okay, I’m sorry,” George rubbed his back and took his place, “You don’t have to talk about it. Did it feel good?”
Dream laughed, actually laughed as he leaned back in his chair. Why was he overthinking everything? This was his best friend, for god’s sake! He didn’t know why he would think things would be weird between the two of them.
“No, it was kind of shit,” Dream laughed, “he was a nice guy, though.”
George nodded, “Now ask me questions.”
“You’re so annoying, I knew you wanted something out of this,” Dream laughed, helping George clean up the kitchen from their silent dinner.
But Dream thought about it, tapping his chin and thinking of a question for his best friend, “Something sex related. Those are the fun ones.”
“You’re a menace,” Dream laughed, “are you- do you like men?”
George laughed, “What a boring question, if you don’t recall we both just got off to porn involving two men. Does that answer your question?” Dream nodded, “My turn; do you always twist your hand right before you cum?”
If Dream was drinking water, it would be all over himself and George right now. Unfortunately for him, the only thing he could choke on was his own tongue. He gasped, looking at George with wide eyes as the Brit smiled at him waiting for an answer.
“Wha-”
“I never tried that,” George said, “the twisting, does it feel good?”
Dream was all out of words, so he just nodded his head.
“Ask me,” George smiled, “Ask me something.”
Dream took in a shaky breath, racking his brain for a question that would satisfy George’s peaked curiosity, and then it hit him.
“You uh- you do this thing with your thumb.” Dream mumbled and George’s eyebrows raised as he tilted his head like a confused dog, “You- you pressed right under the tip and you-”
George laughed, throwing his head back and moaning into the air as if he knew exactly what Dream was talking about, “Fuck, you watched me that intently?”
“You watched me twist my hand!” Dream defended and George walked over to him, pressing his back against the kitchen counter as Dream leaned over the sink like he was ready to clean the dirty dishes piled there, but he had no intention of moving a single muscle unless it was to touch George.
George’s hand came out, settling on the countertop to support his leaning, pinky barely brushing against Dream’s before he spoke, “Want me to show you?”
Dream yanked his hand away and George’s eyes widened nervously. He pulled his hand back as well, holding it against his chest like he had burned it.
“Sorry, I just— I think I need to go to sleep,” Dream mumbled.
George nodded his head, staring down at the floor submissively, “Oh, okay, goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” Dream mumbled, abandoning the dirty dishes in the sink and an obviously hurt George.
Upon his descent to his room, Dream wondered what Sapnap was up to; Sure , he just watched a full porno with George and jerked off with him, finished with him, but something itched at the back of his brain. He wanted to call Sapnap and tell him everything. Or maybe not everything, because what if George didn’t want anyone to know? What if Sapnap didn’t want to know? All Dream knew is that he just needed to talk to someone.
Once he was in the safety of his own bedroom, he pulled out his phone and dialed in the familiar number he grew to memorize. After the third ring, a raspy voice answered the phone.
“Hi, Dream.”
Karl.
“Hey, Karl, is Sap with you?”
A hum answered, “Busy.”
“Karl, come on,” He heard Sapnap’s voice in the background, giggling and innocent, “gimme my phone.”
Dream could hear the pout in Karl’s words, “Can I get a kiss first?”
“You are something else,” Sapnap laughed and then the smack of lips made Dream’s ears ring, “Hey Dream.”
Dream laughed, eyes still wide as he processed what he just heard, “You’ll be explaining that one when you get home.”
The cracked open door of his bedroom moved slightly, he pulled the phone away from his ear quickly and stared at the door intently. Patches trotted her way into the room, her tail curling around the frame of it before she rubbed her side against it.
“Patches,” Dream sighed in relief.
The feline jumped onto the bed at the sound of her name, curling herself into a ball on Dream’s lap, pressing her feet into his thigh aggressively kneading against his pants.
“No, this is Sapnap. What’s up? We are kind of busy.” Dream laughed at Sapnap’s small joke, but his voice sounded faint and out of breath, he was definitely interrupting something important between the two.
He cleared his throat, tongue coming out to wet his lips before he inhaled and spoke, “Sorry to interrupt your sex life, but I— I’m not feeling too hot right now.”
Shuffling could be heard on the other line, like Sapnap was moving himself around to get more comfortable before talking to Dream about this. Dream didn’t even know what he could or should say to his youngest friend, “I jerked off with George and he asked me about this twisting thing I do and—”
Oh please, Dream.
“Dream? What’s going on, talk to me please, you’re making me nervous.” Sapnap spoke quickly, nerves evident in his voice.
Dream sighed, “I’m in love with George.”
“We knew that already,” Karl giggled softly, Sapnap quickly joining him.
Dream groaned as the roaring laughter of his two closest friends on the other end got louder. He tried (and failed) to shut them up before he eventually hung up on them completely. He knew Sapnap like a book. He knew he would be calling back shortly, and low and behold, his phone immediately rang yet again only after a mere three minutes and without a glance at his phone, Dream answered again.
“Oh shut up Sapnap, I know you’re gonna hit me with the ‘We already know you’re in love with George’ bullshit, I get it. I should just tell him and see how it goes - but I don’t think he wants me back.”
A small snicker startled him, his heart falling to his stomach, “Dream.”
George had called him. Not Sapnap.
“Fuck,” Dream muttered under his breath, sitting up straighter on the bed and startling a sleeping Patches. She took off running instantly while Dream squeezed his eyes shut at the idiocracy of himself, “George wait— listen, hear me out.”
He could hear George sigh on the other end, moving himself around before he cleared his throat to speak, “Come in here, now.”
And who was Dream to say no?
He pressed the ‘End’ button on his phone, standing from his bed and brushing away any hair Patches left behind before she bolted. He peeked at his reflection in the nearest mirror and fixed his hair a bit, trying to catch his breath before leaving his room. Did he change into something more comfortable? Were they going to yell at each other? Was George going to yell at him?
He didn’t think he could physically handle something like that.
He left the room without another thought infiltrating his mind. Heavy footfalls echoed the hallway as he stood nervously in front of George’s closed bedroom door. Did he knock? Did he just walk right in? His heart began to pound heavily in his chest as he raised his fist, tapping it against the door softly.
“Get in here, idiot,” George called from the other side of the door with a playful lilt to his voice.
Dream sighed in relief, knowing this wasn’t going to be as tough of a conversation as he initially thought. He turned the knob and entered the room cautiously. George was sitting at the foot of his bed, hands clasped in his lap as he turned to Dream and smiled.
“Why do you look so scared? Do you want to sit?” George questioned and Dream was quick to place himself next to George.
His hands were shaking slightly, his heart pounded heavily as George gripped his shaking hands and squeezed.
“Breathe.” Dream did, “I would not have sat next to you and watched a full pornographic movie, and came to you wanking… if I didn’t feel the same way.”
Dream’s mouth was dry, eyes slipping shut at George’s simple confession. Warm hands cradled his face, fingers splayed out against his cheeks and jaw bone.
“I feel the same way, okay?” George looked him deep in his eyes with the softest smile Dream has ever seen, “I am totally in love with you, and I’m so glad you feel the same way too.”
His eyes remained closed as George spoke, taking in every word that left soft lips. He wanted to sink his teeth into the plush bottom lip of George's to make him stop talking all together, but for some reason Dream was too scared to move.
“Dream,” George said, and Dream’s eyes opened slowly, “Kiss me?”
Dream rushed forward, smashing George’s lips against his own and wrapping his arms around George’s shoulders. If he could, he’d crawl into George’s lap and let him take full control of this situation, but instead he took control. Pressing his tongue flat against George’s closed mouth. The Brit gasped at the feeling, his own tongue poking out from between his lips and rubbing against Dream’s. It was loud and squishy and a sound Dream had only ever heard in porn, but this was him and George. This was them.
Tongues slid together, swapping spit and moving in sync. Dream’s tongue roamed the inside of George’s mouth quickly, running over the back of his teeth and across the roof of his mouth, George almost choked.
“Dream,” George mumbled, mouth full of Dream’s tongue, “Dream, Dream.”
So the blond pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting their wet mouths as the two of them caught their breath for a second, Dream didn’t even have a chance to ask George what was wrong before he was speaking.
“Are you- Are you going to show me that twist that you do?” A cocked eyebrow made Dream’s stomach twirl in the best way.
He nodded his head, looking down at George’s crotch and smirked, “Has the thought alone got you so worked up?”
“That, and you tongue-fucking my mouth was pretty hot,” George licked his lips, red from kissing, Dream wanted to do it more. “Like you’re desperate for it,” George teased, “For me.”
He couldn’t even ignore his cock twitching in his sweatpants. “I am in love with you,” Dream whispered, he needed George to hear it again and again, “I love you, I love you, I-”
He surged forward, pressing a wet mouth against soft lips and this time did what he’s always desired to do. His top teeth sunk into George’s delicious bottom lip, harsh and unapologetic they almost connected aggressively with his bottom teeth in a proper bite, but the younger man stopped himself as a moan ripped through George.
“You liked that?” Dream smirked, pressing his lips further down George’s face to his jaw, “You like it when I bite you?”
George made another noise, something close to an embarrassed groan leaving his throat. Dream wondered if George rolled his eyes at his question. Dream realized his hands were gripping George’s hips pretty tightly, like if he were to let go he’d lose him. He loosened his grip a bit, running trickling fingers up and down George’s sides, the man wiggled under his touch.
“Tell me, George? Do you?”
George’s hands made their way into Dream’s hair and pulled him off of his throat. Dream almost moaned at the feeling of it, “Yes, I like it, now please stop teasing me and help me get off.”
Dream laughed, his hands dipping under the fabric of George’s t-shirt and dragging dull nails at his skin, “Again? Didn’t we just-”
“Dream, please, your hands,” George whined, head falling back against nothing as Dream’s hands pushed further up, exposing George’s bare torso to him.
His hands raised up, allowing Dream to pluck the pink fabric from his body and toss it somewhere behind him. George’s hands were on Dream’s abdomen almost instantly. Clawing at the green sweatshirt clinging to his skin. It was getting hot between them, Dream could feel his skin start to burn, maybe it would be best if he took off his—
“Dream, take it off, take it all off, please.”
“And I’m desperate,” Dream scoffed playfully, standing from the bed and pulling the sweatshirt over his head in the most appealing way he could.
He could feel George’s eyes burning into his skin, making the room even hotter from just a glance shared between them. He reached for his pants next, pulling at the string that was neatly tied together before slowly pulling at the hanging loops and watching the knot fall apart easily with a simple pull.
George’s eyes were glued on the black fabric, watching Dream’s thumbs disappear underneath it and pushing down his legs leaving him only in a tight pair of blue underwear.
“Fuck,” George licked his lips, reaching out to touch, but Dream’s hand came out to stop him.
Wide brown eyes looked up at him, shock and confusion written all over his face, but his eyes were glossed over with lust and adoration—
And Love .
“Dream,” George was practically pouting, watching Dream’s hands go back to the Calvin Klein branded elastic.
Dream felt sexy, having umber eyes boring into his glistening skin and watching desperately waiting for him to do more, more, more, “ Alright, you next.”
“But your underwear,” George’s brows furrowed together in mock anger and confusion, so Dream laughed, pulling his underwear off completely and placing his hands on his hips, “Oh, that’s so much better.”
Dream blushed, laughing nervously as George stood from the bed and pulled down his pants, underwear going with it as he wasted no time turning to his nightstand and pulling out a myriad of things.
Lubricant was probably the first thing that caught Dream’s eye, how far would they go? How far did George want to go? But the shiny foil of a condom caught his eye- oh - that answered that.
“Why do I feel like I'm forgetting something?” George muttered to himself, looking down at his empty hands.
Dream decided this was the perfect opportunity to mock him, “Me?”
George turned, closing the drawer and smiling at Dream with tight lips like he was just caught doing something bad. His face was reddened and embarrassed, “I’m sorry, I just- I’ve been thinking about this for so long.”
“You’re such a loser,” Dream smiled, waltzing over to the brunet and wrapping his arms around George’s waist.
His hands pressed against bare skin, trembling fingers making their way down to grip at the meaty flesh of his ass. George gasped at the feeling, looking up to shout at Dream but catching his lips instead.
“Come on, Gary, lemme take care of you,” Dream laughed at his own stupid joke and George shook with laughter in his arms.
He pulled away from Dream, climbing onto the bed and shaking his head, “God, don’t call me that, it’s such a terrible name!”
Dream gasped, “So you agree with me! It was such a bad name!”
“Okay, well I’d rather you say my name instead,” George whispered, pulling Dream onto the mattress with him.
Dream licked into his mouth again, pressing him against the duvet while caressing his body. George whined, hips lifting from the bed trying to make his cock get any sort of contact with Dream, “Want me to touch you, honey?”
“Honey,” George’s eyes were wide at the name, he spoke as if all breath had left his lungs, “I— that’s a good one.”
“Mm,” Dream hummed, “What about baby?”
A gasp left George’s lips, if Dream thought his eyes were wide before, they just got even wider, “Yes, fuck yes.”
Dream smirked, latching his teeth onto George’s neck as his hand dipped below to graze dull nails against George’s inner thigh, “Is this what you wanted, baby?”
“More,” George demanded, “Come on, touch me like you love me.”
Dream was almost frozen at the command, catching George’s eyes with his own as he slowly wrapped his hand around George’s cock. Brown eyes fluttered shut at the feeling, but his hands moved around the bed to find the discarded lube. Once slender fingers wrapped around the bottle, it was pressed into Dream’s free hand.
“Show me, show me how you do it,” George begged, “And then I’ll show you my thumb thing.”
Dream smiled at that, nodding his head and pressing his mouth against George’s before covering his hand in lube and wrapping around George’s cock. George whined, eyes squeezing shut at the feeling and his arms shooting up to wrap around Dream. Dream laughed, pressing his head against George’s collar bone and pressing soft kisses to his chest. His hand moved fluidly across George’s cock, thumb swiping across the leaking slit.
“So desperate for this, aren’t you, baby?” Dream teased and pumped his hand a bit more quickly.
George nodded, “Yeah, fuck, I am,” His head fell back against the pillow, hair splaying out across it so perfectly.
He looked like an angel, a god, flawlessly and effortlessly beautiful. Dream twisted his hand and George’s eyes snapped open as he moaned.
“Holy shit, do it again,” George looked down, watching Dream’s hand pumping his cock.
Dream was losing his fucking mind, had George really never tried this? He was really a wonder.
“Dream, I’m so close,” George whispered as Dream twisted his hand on the upstroke again and watched George jolt with the movement, “Oh my god, I’m gonna—”
Dream removed his hand completely from George’s cock. George looked up and glared at him, “Sorry baby, but I want you to cum when I’m inside of you.”
George whined, obviously upset the pleasure had come to a temporary halt, “I thought I was gonna do you.”
Dream’s eyebrows raised.
“You want to fuck me?”
George laughed, sitting up on the bed and grabbing the bottle of lube, covering his hand in it.
“No, idiot. I want to jerk you off, then you can fuck me ,” George whispered, leaning into Dream and kissing him sloppily.
Dream smiled, pulling his lips from George’s, “Do it then, but don’t make me cum until I’m in you.”
“Okay,” George whispered back, “You can finger me while I do it.”
Dream’s eyes rolled into the back of his head at that. Sitting on the bed with his back to the headboard and his legs straight ahead of him. George situated himself next to Dream, leaning into him and allowing Dream to wrap his arm behind him and grab at his ass. George giggled, handing the blond the bottle of lube before wrapping his own lube-covered hand around Dream’s throbbing cock. The blond bit back a moan, watching George’s skilled hand slide up and down on his length. Dream bit into his bottom lip, suddenly remembering that he should be doing something with his hands.
He grabbed the bottle of lube, coating his fingers in the slippery substance before reaching back behind George. George’s hand faltered at the feeling of Dream’s finger prodding his hole, his entire body shook with the feeling of the tip of Dream’s finger pushing into him.
“Oh my fucking god,” George gasped, “Fuck.”
Dream stilled and looked up at the Brit, “You okay?”
“Yeah,” George nodded, “Just can’t believe this is happening. Been waiting so long for this, you’re so fucking good.”
Dream smiled, gripping George’s chin with his free hand and turned his head to kiss him gently. George kissed back ferociously, pushing himself back on Dream’s finger desperately. Dream pressed into him further, moving his finger in and out of him gently before adding in a second one. George mewled at the feeling of Dream’s fingers inside of him, stretching him so good, he kissed Dream harder, drawing moans from the blond that he longed to hear.
“Ready?” George asked as he pulled away from the kiss and Dream tilted his head in confusion, “Watch.”
George then turned his attention to Dream’s cock, red and angry at the tip, it was obvious he wanted to cum so bad. Dream’s eyes fixed on his cock as his hand added a third finger into George. The Brit gasped as fingertips brushed against his prostate. Dream continued watching George’s moving hand, slow at the head and his thumb running over the slit once and then twice. Dream’s eyes were glued to it, watching George stop his movements all together and squeeze slightly. Dream’s intense stare never faltered as George added a bit of pressure right under the head of his cock with a press of his thumb and Dream was tumbling as his cock leaked onto George’s unsuspecting hand.
“Good boy,” George smiled and Dream saw white, eyes rolling back at the praise as his stomach tightened and his fingers slipped out of George. Warmth covered the tip of his penis and his eyes snapped open to see George’s tongue lapping at his leaking cock.
He gently pushed George away all together, “Fuck!”
George giggled, leaning against Dream and kissing him again and again. George helped the blond onto his back, settling himself on top of Dream and smiled, “Think I’m stretched enough for your big cock?” The words rushed into Dream’s ears so quickly he didn't even notice George had grabbed the condom from the mattress and ripped it open with his teeth.
“Mhm,” Dream couldn't even find the words to speak at the moment, too focused on George placing the condom on Dream’s tip and slowly rolling it down the shaft and climbing onto his cock without hesitation.
George whined, one hand spread against Dream’s chest to balance himself while the other gripped Dream’s cock and lined it up to his hole, “Ready?”
“Yeah, George, are you?” He whispered.
George laughed, “Was born ready.”
Dream couldn’t even roll his eyes properly, because the sensation of his cock being engulfed by George was overwhelming enough. The nosies leaving the brunet’s mouth caught his attention first before George collapsed completely on top of him as soon as he bottomed out.
“Hey, you okay?” Dream rubbed his back as George hid his face in Dream’s neck, moving his hips ever so slightly before gasping. Dream’s hand went to George’s hair, running through chocolate locks before pulling his head up to catch his eyes.
“Found it,” George mumbled, dropping his head back down to Dream’s chest and the latter had to laugh, he was making this fun and enjoyable. Dream would never understand why he was so nervous to come into this room only an hour ago, “Don’t move yet.”
Dream held him close, “Wasn’t planning on it, it’s your say, baby.”
“Thank you,” George mumbled, regaining his breath and sitting back up slowly, “You’re nicer than I thought you would be in bed,” George pinched at his chin and winked at him.
His hips moved, Dream and George gasping in sync as George lifted his hips and slammed himself back down on Dream’s cock. But Dream’s brow couldn’t help but furrow at the sentence that left George’s lips, “You haven't even seen me yet, baby, I can be mean if you want me to be.”
“Oh, if I want you to? What a good boy, only obeying me.” George’s words were dipped in sweet venom that Dream would gladly take into his mouth. He had never been spoken to like that before, especially in bed, but he’d like for it to continue. He’d love for George to call him a ‘good boy’ again and again.
Dream realized he should probably say something, but his mouth went dry, jaw almost coming unhinged before he finally got his voice back, “George.”
“Dream,” George moaned, head thrown back as he finally found his rhythm, moving his hips in a way that expertly hit his prostate with each movement, “Fuck!”
Dream gasped, hands gripping George’s waist as he lifted his hips to meet with George’s bounces. George whined, head dropping as Dream’s hips slapped against the back of his thighs loudly. His mouth opened like he was going to speak, but Dream leaned up and kissed him, swallowing any words that dared to leave bitten lips. George’s tongue slipped into Dream’s mouth, exploring curiously before he pulled away.
“Dream, a—are you close?” George gasped, one of his hands leaving Dream’s chest to grip his own cock.
Dream pushed his hand away, replacing it with his own, “Yeah, are you?”
He twisted his hand, just to hear George whine again. His thumb brushed over the wet head of George’s cock and precum covered his fist quickly, George was so close.
“Can we— can you— I don’t wanna be on top anymore,” George mumbled, sounding exhausted.
Dream smiled at him, gripping his hips and holding him steady as he flipped George onto his back. George moaned at the new angle, wrapping his arms around Dream’s neck as the blond pushed George’s knees to his chest, “Fuck me.”
“Baby, I am,” Dream dipped down, catching his lips in another sloppy kiss as he pounded his cock into the smaller man.
George’s head fell backwards, moans pouring from his lips like a song, non-stop and beautiful. Dream was trying so hard not to cum just at the sight of him, he was so fucking pretty Dream couldn’t help but stare.
“Dream, I’m so close,” He gasped, hands tangling in Dream’s hair as his hips moved in sync with Dream’s.
Dream hid his face in George’s neck, licking a fat stripe against his jugular before sinking his teeth into the sweating flesh. The blond snaked his hand down George’s body, wrapping slim fingers around George’s aching cock. His hand worked in time with his moving hips, the pad of his thumb swiping at the leaking slit to collect the building pool of precum. But all was over quickly with one skilled twist of his hand, George gasped and moaned loudly as Dream’s fist was being covered in bouts of George’s warm cum.
“Fuck, fuck, fu–” George whined loudly, breath rushing from his lungs as he clung to Dream closely. Arm’s wrapped around his neck tightly as he moved his hips with Dream’s last few thrusts.
George’s voice squeaked, ignoring the feeling of still being fucked into after he came, but he was desperate to get Dream to finish in him. Dream was close, mumbling such words to George before pressing his sweaty forehead to George’s and kissing him softly. George’s hands came up to cup his jaw, dull nails digging into his scruffy skin.
“Come on, Dream, cum in me. Please, want this so bad,” George begged, slipping his tongue between Dream’s swollen lips and Dream did.
He filled the condom easily, all because of George, George, “George.”
“Fuck, yeah, say my name,” George gasped, clenching tightly around Dream and holding him close.
Dream wanted to cry once he collapsed on top of George, catching his breath and coming down from his strong orgasm. George allowed his weight to crush him, drawing soft shapes into his naked back.
“You’re okay,” George whispered, kissing his hair and moving the matted hair from his face, “You’re alright, right?”
Dream hummed, pulling out and rolling himself off of George. He fell into a heap of himself on the mattress, eyes closed and mouth opened slightly to catch his breath. George moved next to him, and suddenly his presence was gone all together. Dream opened his eyes, leaning up on his elbows only to be pushed right back down to the mattress. George smiled at him, rubbing a warm cloth over his stomach as he removed the condom from Dream.
“You’re lazy.”
Dream scoffed, “You didn’t give me the chance,” He fought back softly and George’s lips were on his own again.
“Let me take care of you, okay?” George whispered, “And then we can cuddle and talk about girls.”
His voice was teasing and playful and it made Dream’s heart flutter in his chest. The blond smiled at George’s playfulness, gripping his wrist before he walked away to discard the cloth.
“Just throw it on the floor, I want to cuddle now.”
George scoffed, discarding the wet rag and climbing onto the bed next to Dream to instantly wrap his arms around him. Dream hummed with satisfaction, shoving his nose into George’s hair and inhaling.
“Dream, you’re amazing, you know that, right?” George looked up, catching his eyes and smiling at him, “I love you, and I’m glad this happened, and I want it to happen a lot more.”
Dream smiled right back, dipping down and kissing him quickly before pulling away to speak, “Are you asking to be my boyfriend, George?”
The Brit clicked his tongue and tried to hide his blush by burying his face into Dream’s chest.
“I’ll be your boyfriend, George, if you’ll be mine,” Dream teased him, hands tickling his sides just to watch him squirm.
“Go to bed, you idiot!” And Dream did, falling asleep soundly with George entangled in his arms.
When Dream woke again, George was gone and a pair of clothing sat neatly folded at the end of the bed for Dream to change into. So after a much needed warm shower, he changed into the clothes and headed out of the bedroom. The house smelt nice, like an Italian restaurant that tickled every hair inside of Dream’s nose. He wondered what time it was, they had fallen asleep closer to midnight, so Dream’s brain tried to calculate a normal time to wake up, but whatever the case may be, Dream knew it was way too early for Italian food.
“I got pizza!” George smiled as soon as Dream entered the kitchen.
He was holding Patches, scratching behind her ears as she sat purring in his arms. He was dressed in one of Dream’s Oklahoma hoodies and a pair of underwear, Dream wanted to devour him. He waltzed over to the pair, Patches looking up at Dream waiting for his next move.
“Hi, baby,” Dream smiled at the feline in George’s arms and kissed the top of her head, then looked up at George and smiled, “Hi, baby.”
George’s face was red hot with an embarrassed flush burning his face, “Oh my fucking god, this is disgusting!”
Sapnap’s voice scared the shit out of Dream, his heart skipped and he searched the kitchen for their youngest friend, “I’m on the phone with Sapnap.”
“Oh,” Dream’s face fell and they all began laughing, “I’m assuming he knows?”
Sapnap scoffed on the other line, “I know now , I’m gone one fucking day and you two go and become boyfriends?”
“Well, we just had to one up you and Karl,” George teased, eyes never leaving Dream’s gaze.
His smile never faltered, every time he looked at Dream his smile was wide and filled with love. Dream wanted to kiss him each and every time.
“Oh fuck off, George,” Sapnap mumbled, “Leave me alone.”
Dream’s eyes glanced at the phone on the counter and then back up to George, “Sap, we’re gonna call you back.” He didn’t even wait for a response from Sapnap as he pressed the end call button and walked back over to George to catch his lips in a kiss.
George’s arms dropped, Patches circling his feet as soon as her paws hit the ground. Dream tilted his head, deepening the kiss as he pressed George to the wall, “Just couldn’t wait to tell Sapnap?”
“Mhm— best friend— gotta tell,” George said breathlessly between kisses, “Are you mad?”
Dream smiled, running his thumb across George’s bottom lip, “No, not at all, you beat me to it actually, I was going to tell him about— you know.”
“About what we did on the couch? You freak, why would you do that?” He gasped and Dream laughed at his reaction, “You know what, never mind, I got us pizza,” George said, glancing at the box on the table and then back up to Dream.
Dream laughed, stepping away from George and turning to the clock on the stove; noon was a fine time to have a slice of pizza.
Or kiss George again.
The blond leaned in, but George’s hand was quick to stop him, “No, idiot, eat something first please, before you start something you can’t finish.”
Dream’s eyebrows raised up and down before he opened the box and grabbed a slice, “Wanna watch a movie after pizza?”
George smirked and Dream knew where his mind went immediately, but much to his anticipation, George just nodded his head and grabbed himself a slice of pizza before voicing his opinion.
“Yeah, I’d like that,” George said easily, leaning his elbows on the kitchen table before sinking his teeth into a slice of pizza, “What did you have in mind?”
Now it was Dream’s turn to stop himself from saying something dumb, but he couldn't, his mouth was too quick for his brain to catch up and— “I was thinking we see if Gary’s uploaded anything else since the roommate video, I know the name turns you on.”
“Oh my god,” He rolled his eyes and pushed past Dream, hands still holding the slice of pizza, “Shut up, you’re so annoying.”
Dream smiled, following him into the living room with his slice in his hands as well. Thinking back, Dream should've grabbed plates, or napkins at least, but here they were, sitting on his couch practically on top of each other holding greasy slices of pizza in their bare hands. And Dream was having the best time of his life right now, lap full of George, stretchy mozzarella dripping onto his hands and leaving behind a warm feeling.
“I love you, George.” Dream mumbled around the pizza crust in his mouth.
George turned to face him, a small smile on his lips as he leaned in and kissed him softly, “I love you a lot more, Dream.”