The Series: myct one-shot [COMPLETED]

hard work well paid off [SMUT]

TW: attempted & failed manipulate!

I'm sorry but there's something I love about Dream being jerked off into apparently.

The movie wasn't as interesting as Dream was lead to believe, sitting in the backroom of a restaurant with your enemy's son who is desperately trying everything to court you aren't something familiar but isn't something Dream was enthusiastic about either. His mind was hazy, lack of sleep, lack of sex, touch, feelings and emotions. His life had veered grey after George got wedded, no more sneaking in through the window, no more involuntary back arching and with that: no more clear thoughts.

Dream turned his head, Fundy sat in ready, lips stuck in a smile and ears facing upwards. Nervous and maybe even a little defensive.

Dream felt coarse even thinking of Fundy. At this point, he felt weak thinking about anyone. Without his nighty visits, it was hard to think straight, he felt tired constantly and concentrating on war efforts fell on Punz more often than not. Fundy was a nice boy, he knew when to insult and when to govern facts. It made Dream feel helpless throughout the date and at the jury table, his mind instantly travelling further then it should. Ginger hair, soft yet firm hands, beautiful amber eyes.

His hand brushed through his hair, Dream was sweating at this point. He shouldn't but he needs it, needs someone. Maybe he could convince himself he was doing it for blackmail, an ingredient of a clever plan he was brewing to deflect L'manburg; he wasn't doing it out of lust nor out of the secret liking he took to the boy. No. He was doing it for his SMP. Yes.

Quietly, Dream moved closer, leaning his head against the other's shoulder, fingers dabbing across his arm.

"I know what you're planning." Fundy clasped his wrists, Dream's heart missed a hit as he glanced upwards, met with a pair of small eyes, "I'm not dumb."

"Fundy."

"No. You have nothing on me, let's keep it that way, shall we?" Fundy pushed Dream to lie down, letting go of his wrists and sliding them up into his palms, interlocking their fingers.

"I wasn't going to." Dream breathed. Excitement gushed past him, lower stomach floating with blustering butterflies.

"Then what did you want to do?" Fundy pushed his hands above Dream's head. Dream propelled his head against the couch slightly, turned on more then he should be... The SMP.

"Many things." Dream loosened Fundy's grip around his hand, seizing hold of the bristles of his hair and lifting him upwards, earning a gasp. It warmed his heart. Intimate positions were his favourites but there were so few that left him in control.

He leant Fundy back until he was laying down, climbing on top of his thighs.

"What about Treasure planet?" Fundy whispered, watching with eager eyes, his hands pushed under Dream's shirt and met with burning hot skin.

"You didn't bring me to watch that." Arrogance swept through him, pressing for eye contact as he gripped the other's dress shirt, "why watch a movie with your father's worst enemy when there are so many lovely women in L'manberg?"

Fundy remained silent, aiding Dream with pulling his shirt off before tugging off Dream's, instantly hands tried at holding his throat. It was gently. Not what Fundy was expecting at all, he could see the hand more than feel it.