High Enough || DreamNotFound

Dream

George's Pov:

Was I the one taking it too far this time? I practically just told my best friend I would strip myself naked for him.

"I'm too sleepy for this right now."

As soon as my head hits the pillow, I knock out. I just needed some rest after what just happened.

I opened my eyes and found myself in I room I didn't recognize. Where am I? I'm in a large bed but it's not mine. As I sat up straight, I look around the room for any hints as to where I was. Next thing I know, all of the bright lights change to red.

"Hello? Where the fuck am I?"

This all seemed too familiar. I wait for a response but still get left sitting in a room of silence for another couple minutes.

"You know what, fuck this." I say as I get up to get to the door. As I approached the door I can't leave. Why is this door locked?

I turn around to see someone much taller than me stand in front of me. Wait, he has dirty blond hair, a well sculpted face and green eyes that looked like you could get lost in.

"W-Who are you?" I say with a shaky voice.
Please don't be who I think you are.

"Oh come on now Gogy. You don't know who I am?" He says with a smile on his face.

"Dream, why the fuck do you have me locked in this room!?"

"Come on George, don't act like you won't enjoy this." Dream says as he unbuttons the shirt he had on.

"Here, I'll make you more comfortable. Alexa, play High Enough by K.Flay."

"Dream, what are you doing?" Still frightened, for some reason I can take my eyes off of this man. He was so well built that I was intimidated just by standing in front of him.

"I'm doing something I should have done a long time ago." He picks me up and gently throws me on the bed that I showed up here on.

As I lay flat on my back, I feel Dream get onto the same bed and hovers over me with his arms and knees on both my sides leaving me trapped.

"I always knew you were a bottom George." He says as he smiles over me.

"Dream,What are you going to do to me."
He leans in to kiss my lips as he slightly opened up my mouth with his thumb.

Just as he was practically a hair away from my lips, I was awoken my the sound of my alarm reminding me to get up.

It's was all a dream? Why would I dream of something like that? Why didn't I try to stop him from kissing me?

I turned my alarm off with shaky hands. "What the fuck did I just dream about." As I think more about this dream I remember last night. This was everything dream "wanted to do" while listening to that song.

Was this a sign that a part of me wanted him to do everything he said in that call?

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