Anything For You, George - {DNF} //BOOK1

Chapter 39: Oh?

Sapnaps POV

The rest of the day went past quite quickly but I couldn't help but feel awful. He says he doesn't mind but he'd spent all this time being faceless and i almost ruined it by carelessly screaming "DNF CONFIRMED".

I'm such a dick sometimes.

We ate and we drank. Non alcoholic beverages, obviously. They didn't seem to settle well with this group. Tommy called me on discord and asked me to give the phone to George. So I did. He ended up screaming for about ten minutes about how he should've been told before everyone else.

George just put the phone down and let him scream to no one, coming back once he'd calmed down. The call ended with "also tell dream that he's almost as pretty as me." I just chuckled. He sure was a personality and a half.

It was late evening by the time we'd replied to everyone, all the important people anyway. George and Dream sent out tweets confirming just in case people thought it was fake.

We all went to sleep, planning to lounge around until my flight the next day. It was a midday flight as that's all that was available at the time. As I got into bed, I told myself I'd pack in the morning and I immediately fell asleep.

Dream POV

Sapnap had gone to bed, leaving me and George alone downstairs. He was sat on one side of the couch and I was on the other. He was scrolling through Twitter, smiling every now and then whilst he showed me a tweet he liked.

"You look so cute right now, George."

He hid his face, embarrassed and I just laughed at him. He's so dumb.

He slowly slumped off the couch and crawled to me, sitting up, kneeled between my legs. Oh?

He reached for my knees and gently pushed them apart. Oh.

He looked up at me, hungrily. I wanted this so bad. He reached to palm me through my sweats and a wave fell through my whole body. Just his touch would do that to me. No one else.

He started pulling down my sweats but I hoisted him up onto my lap. I was hard and he knew. He immediately attacked my neck, sucking and nibbling, whilst grinding down on me, hard enough for me to feel something but knowing full well it wasn't enough. I moaned, quietly, as he quickened his pace.

"George.."

I didn't want to go too far again. I wanted George to be comfortable. He stopped sucking on my neck and looked me deep in the eyes.

"I want this." He said, biting his lip.

"Are you sure?" I just wanted to check.

"If you want it, I want it."

"No that's not how we're doing this. I've always wanted it George. I've always wanted you. Every part of you..."

I slid my right hand to fit perfectly on the side of his face and he put his hand on top of mine, squeezing it lightly. He leaned into my right hand, rubbing against it. He's so fucking cute

"But just because I want it, you don't have to."

"Clay, stop." He cupped my face. He lowered his mouth to my ear and whispered, "I want this. I need this. I need you to fuck me. Please."

That was very straight forward.

He definitely wanted it.

I nodded, grinning. George isn't usually pushy, but I liked it. I gripped under his thighs and he flew his arms around my neck. I carried him all the way to my room and threw him on the bed. I then ripped my shirt off in one smooth motion, watching as George stared at me. That look. Fucking hell. It was a look of longing and pure lust and that only excited me more.