Seeing Stars - DreamNotFound

Chapter 2

Light Smut Warning <3

George woke up the following morning, groggy and tired. The image of meeting Dream in only a couple of days was burned into his mind. The nerves and excitement kept him awake late last night, so he was reasonably exhausted.

Not only would he be seeing his friend's face for the first time, but they were finally going to be discussing "them." As in, whatever the fuck they were. George couldn't imagine a scenario where they had different ideas on how to progress their relationship. They already stated last night, they both wanted more. He hoped that meant being boyfriends, but he honestly didn't know Dream's intentions.

Dream was very forward and had told George multiple times that he loved him. Obviously to the viewers, that was all fun and games, teasing. However, George knew Dream well enough to sense when he was serious. Whenever the words, "I love you," would come out of Dream's mouth, George knew he wasn't messing around. That didn't ensure the possibility of a romantic relationship though. For all George knew, Dream just wanted to be friends with benefits or something.

George got out of his bed to take a shower. He stepped into his bathroom and turned on the showerhead. As he waited for the water to heat up, he looked in the mirror. All he could think about was Dream, this mysterious figure who had taken complete control of the brit's life, everything from his job to his thoughts. His best friend, but George hated thinking of him in that way. He hated the word "friend" associated with someone as special as Dream. They weren't just friends. They couldn't be.

Dream, Dream, Dream, Dream, Dream.

Ever since being called "baby" last night, George was certain that going to Florida was the correct decision. It felt so right.

He thought about arriving in the US, looking around the Floridian airport to see a tall man in a gross yellow hoodie (lime to anyone else) walk towards him. His face was blurry in George's mind, but from the occasional detailed description of his best friend late at night, dirty blond hair, freckles, green eyes, George knew he would be blown away by the other's appearance.

He imagined running up to the blonde and falling into a warm hug, putting his arms around Dream's neck and bringing their bodies as close as possible. Pulling Dream's face down to his and kissing him, drowning out all the chaos of the busy airport around them and only focusing on the man in front of him. He imagined reaching his hand down to the other's belt and...

"Ugh, oh my fucking god," George's throbbing erection brought him back to earth. He was still staring in the mirror, but his mind had been in Florida.

George quickly removed his clothes and stepped into the shower, eager to relieve the pain of his now entirely hard dick.

He closed his eyes and started palming himself, imagining his hand was Dream's. He started slow but quickly picked up his pace. Small moans escaped from George's mouth. Still, a certain blonde flooded his mind.

"Dreaaamm~" George was now pumping his hand up and down his length at an unholy rate. He felt a knot forming in his stomach as he approached his climax.

The brunette was now thrusting in tune with his hand to further his pleasure. He was a moaning mess. With a final groan, "Drreammughh!!" George released into his hand. He rinsed himself off and finished showering.

As he exited the shower once more, he pulled a towel around his waist and glanced into the mirror again. He could now only hope that when he got to Florida, he could be cumming from something other than his own hand. Amongst other things, he reminded himself, it's not just about sex. That sentence repeated itself in George's mind throughout the day as he got horny from only thinking about the Floridian.

"It's not just about sex," George guiltily whispered as he laid in his bed around midnight, reaching down to the growing tent in his gray sweatpants. He was rewatching an older manhunt when Dream elicited a rather loud groan in the video. George rolled his eyes at his pathetic self as he replayed the sound over and over again, stroking his dick and eventually cumming into his hand. He cleaned himself up and set an alarm for 5 AM. Just as he began to fall asleep, George heard his phone buzz.

He groaned at the sudden noise. He glanced at the bright screen and, to his amusement, Dream had texted him. "Interesting timing..." he mumbled to himself. He swiped up and saw the message.

Hey :)

Hey, what's up?

I was meaning to call you today, are you ready for your flight?

George didn't want to text anymore, so he pressed the call button on Dream's contact. He was eager to hear his voice, the same one that he had jerked off to minutes prior.

"Oh, hey." Dream sounded surprised.

"Hey, sorry, I wasn't in the mood to text," George giggled.

"No, that's fine. I missed you today." George's heart leaped, and so did his member... Jesus, not right now, he thought.

"I missed you, too...I can't believe I'm going to see you tomorrow..."

"I know, it's crazy. Are you all packed and stuff? Make sure to bring like a bathing suit and, well, everything else."

"You're like my mum, reminding me what to bring," George laughed.

Clay let out a breathy chuckle, "I don't know ok, I just want you to be prepared for a long stay."

"I think I'm all good, I packed earlier."

"Ok..." Clay hesitated, "By the way, thank you."

"What for?"

"For coming. For actually buying the ticket. I'm just, like, grateful. I'll finally get to see you."

George scoffed but was actually quite giddy, "Shut up. I'm going to sleep, but I'll see you tomorrow, I guess."

"You will...goodnight."

"Is that all?" George laughed lightly.

"What do you mean?"

"Last night you called me baby, so now I'm expecting a bit of a warmer goodbye," he teased.

"Oh my god," Dream sounded flustered, George blushed, "Goodnight, baby~" Dream's voice was soft and husky. George let out a just slightly audible gasp. His cheeks heated up and he saw a bulge forming in his pants for the second time that night.

George tried to play off how turned on he had become with a small laugh but heard Dream giggle quietly. "Alright, bye." George quickly hung up and looked at his ceiling. "Wow..."

The very next day, he'd be meeting his best friend.