All day Dream was trying to be patient with his father. After watching two whole movies with George and Sapnap it still could not pass his mind.
He had to keep it together.
It was only midway into the second movie when Mr. Flores came downstairs, all dressed up along with his wife.
"Where are you two going?" Charlotte muttered after shoving three pieces of popcorn into her mouth.
"We are going out to eat for a special little date. I made you all ramen. Also!" Mrs. Flores grabbed her purse from the counter, "Char, Julie asked if you wanted to walk over there for a sleepover."
"Sweet." Charlotte jumped up from the floor and sprinted upstairs.
When Dream made eye contact with Mr. Flores, he quickly looked away and purposely looked at George.
"Have fun while we're gone. Make sure the fun isn't any mischief!" Mr. Flores laughed and opened up the front door.
"Come on!" He shouted.
"Coming!" Mrs. Flores shouted back, following him out the door.
Silence filled the room when the door was slammed. Seconds later, Charlotte came downstairs with a bag in hand.
"I'll be at Julies across the street, Clay. Call me when mom and dad get home so I can say goodnight."
"Got it." Dream replied, and gave her a thumbs up.
Then she left.
"Welp." Sapnap said blatantly, and threw the remote to the other side of the sofa by George.
"I have editing to do so I'll talk to you guys later." Then Sapnap left to the office.
How did everything lead up to Dream and George being alone? Not that either of them minded.
George turned off his phone and faced Dream. "Why're you staring at me?"
"I like your face."
"Oh." His eyes fluttered and his head lolled to the side.
Dream raised an eyebrow and chuckled. He wasn't sure if he despised or loved the energy created in the room.
"Uhm, Clay?"
The sound of his real name rolling off from George's tongue surprised him in the slightest.
"Yeah?" His body shifted.
"Sorry about the recording stuff yesterday. Sapnap and I were being kinda annoying and we didn't get a lot done."
"Have you been.. keeping that in?"
George looked the other way and rubbed his chin.
"Yeah. Sorry, it's dumb I should've just apologized."
"No worries, George. It's all fine we can just try and film again tomorrow."
"But you seemed like you were genuinely bummed out about it."
"George. I was fine." Dream was being one-hundred percent truthful. He was bummed out about something else, specifically something to do with his family.
"Are you positive?"
Dream smiled at George's stubbornness. "Positive."
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George picked at his ramen steadily on the kitchen counter. He had lost his appetite quickly, but couldn't just reject Dreams moms offer of making him some delicious dinner before she had to leave.
Maybe he would just eat later.
George abandoned the ramen and left it on the counter, quietly walking over to the stairs.
He stopped walking up the stairs for a moment, pulling his phone from his pocket.
A twitch notification with the purple app icon stuck out.
Karljacobs went live!: speed time with dream and quackity on the smp
George grinned to himself, now scanning all the Twitter notifications and DMs.
He looked around one last time and stuffed the phone back away to hide in his pocket, deciding to go into Dreams room.
First George knocked and received silence. Either Dream didn't hear it, or he was being ignored.
Eventually he just opened the door and shut it behind him.
"Ooooh guys, guess who just came in?" Dream teased Karls chat willingly, flashing George a smile.
Dream was looking through the spam of chat as George approached his chair.
"Hey guys." George said, leaning onto Dreams chair.
The chat exploded, how surprising.
Dream then muted his mic after exchanging a few quick 'I'll be right backs.' To Karl and Quackity.
After muting, he removed one side of his headset out of the way and patted his own lap indicating for George to sit.
George happily accepted, climbing under Dreams arms and shoving his legs around the chair to be straddling Dream. Only, he placed one knee between Dreams legs.
Dream then unmuted.
"Alright, sorry about that guys. George is gone now," he lies. The brunette silently snickered.
George settles his chin on Dreams shoulder as the other wraps his arms around him to take control of the keyboard again.
Dream places the other side of the headset back on now, a warm feeling lingering in his stomach as his hands settle more comfortably on the keyboard. But he ignores it.
George lifts his chin slightly, trying to listen to whatever Karl and Quackity were bickering about through Dreams headset.
Dream snorts at something, his fingers clicking down on keys.
I want all his attention, now.
George gets an idea. An idea that'll drive Dream off the edge nevertheless please him.
He slowly moves his knee in towards Dream, his head tilted to the side a bit to watch his reaction.
Dream takes a long deep breath, the sharp exhale he delivers sending a shiver up and down George's neck. He eyed George carefully and squirmed in his pants.
After a little movement, George buried his face into the crook of Dreams neck to peck small kisses all around.
Dream nudges George's back with one hand, as if trying to say, 'why right now?'
This only encourages George to keep going. His knee continues to move against Dream, only more harsh now.
George can hear each shaky breath that exits Dreams mouth. This was way more satisfying to watch than it should've been.
After a moment of hesitation, Dream subtly drifts one of his hands to George's waist and pushes him against his own body even more.
He winces at his own movement, the rough pleasure below him affecting everything.
Dreams teeth claw down on his bottom lip in attempts to not let noises break out.
When Dream tried to speak back to one of his friends, George's knee went deeper and began moving more quickly.
Dream sucked in a loud, sharp breath as a trail of words flew out. Thankfully the whole sentence in response to Karl got out before any questionable sounds followed.
George decided he's done enough now, nearly feeling a sense of guilt for interrupting Dream and his friends like he did.
But when he tried to get up, he was pulled back down.
Dreams hands flew to George's waist, immediately pulling him to press against his lower half again. George pressed the side of his face to Dreams neck, breathing aggressively and began rolling his hips in small ruts.
Dream reached his hand over and muted, then ripped his headset off and tossed it somewhere on his desk. Now he was aware of what needed his full attention.
He placed both hands under George's shirt on his cold back, pulling him forward and rubbing against him through his sweatpants.
"That feel good?" Dream whispered lowly, restrained yet yearning for more.
"Mhm," George muffled into Dreams neck, blushing, and his eyes fluttering shut. He wasn't as confident now. Only flustered.
"Fuck," escaped Dreams mouth. One hand slid down to George's thigh, and the other held his waist tightly for support. George's hands slowly fell to Dreams waistband— and he fiddled with the buttons on his jeans to unlatch.
Then a noise came from downstairs.
Thump thump
Dreams head spun around to face the door when he heard loud footsteps.
The two of them completely stopped movements— now George was just sitting on Dreams lap on the spinny gaming chair as they stared the door down.
"Shit, they're home." Dream muttered, turning his head back to face George again. He smiled when he realized the brunette was sweating. He moved his hand from his waist and brushed a strand of hair away from Georges forehead.
Before George could speak, Dream added, "I gotta tell Quackity and Karl I have to leave. They're probably pissed that I'm muted."
George ruffled up Dreams hair, still out of breath, staring into his eyes.
"What?"
Now George caught himself staring, and only admired Dreams features as he placed a hand on his neck.
"You're just pretty."
Dreams frown quickly flipped, his smile revealing pearly whites and genuine happiness. He gently stroked George's back as multiple discord messages popped up.
The brunette raised an eyebrow. "Now aren't you gonna tell me how pretty I am?"
Dream glared.
"You are so very pretty, George. There."
"Mm. Not good enough."
"Shut your mouth."
"Make me."
Dream parted his lips, his smile settling into more of a neutral expression.
George's grin as well faded.
Intense moments like these are moments where they can read each other perfectly. It was as if the two pairs of eyes shared personal conversations either of the boys were too shy to say out loud.
"We should.. go downstairs." Dream noted, his eyes flickering from George's eyes to his lips.
George smiled reassuringly and wobbled off of his lap.
A/N
Personally this is one of my favorite chapters! Tell me what you think :)
Hope you all are having marvelous days. Remember to get something to eat, drink some water and re watch the vlog Tommy made with Wilbur and George :D
~ kenzie <3