Seeing Stars - DreamNotFound

Chapter 3

Warning: Some Lime <3

George was in his bed, with an unknown someone laying next to him. As he turned to face the figure, he could smell green apples and cinnamon. A wave of comfort washed over George.

The person beside him exuded warmth, George leaned in closer. This action caused the other to stir, turning to face the brunette. Dirty blonde hair covered the boy's upper half of his face, but George could tell he was very attractive.

"Dream?"

The younger adjusted his positioning so that he was on top of George. The brit didn't have time to react before their lips were brought together. George moaned in response to the kiss, feeling the heat transferred from the top's body to his. It felt perfect.

"You taste so good, Georgie~" Dream whispered into George's ear. The blond raised his head and leaned down to kiss the other once more-

George's eyes opened. Oh. That makes sense. Just a dream, got it, he thought. He sighed, glancing down at his slightly-hard member, deciding to ignore it. Why had he been so fucking horny lately? Because of Dream, of course, that sexy mother fucker.

George grabbed his phone and looked at the time: 4:45 AM. His internal clock was working in his favor.

George's dream had sufficiently woken him up and he wasn't feeling tired at all. He decided to get out of bed and get ready to head to the airport. He was not in a great headspace, so the fact that he'd actually be meeting the man in his fantasies today hadn't really settled in. Everything had happened so fast, after all.

George took a brisk shower, brushed his teeth, and got dressed into some of his own merch. He considered wearing a Dream hoodie but thought it'd be funnier to self-promote. He made some toast and quickly ate it. Then, he was off.

George arrived at the airport and eventually made his way to his gate, having about 20 minutes until he could board. He decided to send Dream a text, informing him of his status.

At airport :))) See you in like ten hours

George boarded his plane and endured the long flight, sleeping for most of it.

~Time Skip~

Finally, the plane landed. George was in Florida. His heart began beating intensely as he walked through the Boarding Bridge into the airport. What was he even looking for? What was he going to say or do when he identified a stranger as Dream? Surely, it wouldn't be awkward, right? The pair had been inseparable online for years, their chemistry wouldn't change in real life.

George exhaled as he stepped foot onto the gate, observing the many waiting travelers and eager family members. Then, he focused on a certain someone.

A tall male with a nervous smile on his face approaching George. He had wavy blonde hair, piercing green eyes, and a dark yellow-ish smiley face sweatshirt on. George's heart practically stopped, and so did his feet. This was the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen in his life. This was Dream? The same male who had confided in George multiple times about being nervous to do a face reveal? How the fuck could someone as breathtakingly attractive as he is be scared to do a face reveal? The fans who said he was pretty would have a heart attack if they saw Dream, George thought.

George realized he was staring with his mouth wide open, blocking the exit for other passengers. The blonde chuckled slightly, noticing George's obvious shock.

George walked toward the man, now blushing from extreme embarrassment. What a great first impression, idiot.

"Hi..." George was still incapable of hiding his bewilderment, involuntarily looking Dream up and down. He internally rolled his eyes at himself.

"Hi, George." Dream was smiling, staring at his shoes awkwardly.

"Um, sorry, I'm being weird," George put his head in his hands, "I just wasn't expecting y-well, I don't know." He laughed.

"Yeah, well this is me, I guess," the younger chuckled lightly, looking George in the eyes.

Honey-brown orbs lingered on emerald ones for a moment before George brought his arms out and hugged Dream. The familiar scent of green apples and cinnamon met George's nose, he hoped that wouldn't be the only accurate part of his dream. The taller hugged him back, having to reach down a bit. George wished he could recreate his previous airport fantasy right at this moment.

Dream let George let go first, although the older didn't want to. George looked up at Dream, a small frown appearing on his face.

"I was kind of hoping you were lying about your height...you're actually tall."

The other wheezed in response to this, "Of course I didn't lie, George." They were now walking toward the airport's exit. Dream took George's suitcase for him, causing the brit to fall even deeper. "You seem shorter than you said, though."

George threw Dream an offended look, "Shut up." They both laughed.

"I can't believe you're actually here, this is so weird."

"I can't believe I officially know what you look like."

The pair were now at Dream's car, standing at the trunk. The blonde effortlessly lifted George's decently heavy suitcase into the car. The brunette was trying to play off his ever-growing surprise at this IRL Dream, but he still couldn't completely get over the whole looks thing. Dream was seriously hot. Like, A-list celebrity level hot.

"Like what you see?" Dream smirked, noticing George's staring. The brunette diverted his eyes and they both made their way to their respective seats. George didn't really know how to respond without completely embarrassing himself.

"Um, I don't know." Jesus, George, great fucking answer, he thought to himself, mentally face-palming.

"Really? Because you look pretty flustered right now..." Dream kept his eyes focused on the road as he started to drive away from the airport. George's cheeks heated up, a noticeable blush forming on his face.

Dream flashed an annoyingly beautiful grin, pleased with himself for only furthering George's current flushed state.

"Don't-don't do that..." George rested a hand on his face, trying his best to hide from Dream.

"Don't do what?" Dream teased, glancing at the brit beside him.

"You're even more annoying in person," George playfully rolled his eyes.

"You're the one who's staring at me, George." George held his breath, looking anywhere but at Dream. He couldn't respond. "You're very quiet, why's that?" George could tell Dream was enjoying this.

"You're making me nervous," George laughed, still not looking directly at the other male.

"I can tell," Dream let out a breathy laugh, "Don't be nervous, Georgie, it's just me." Oh god, not right now, please, George thought, feeling his dick start to grow hard. He subconsciously shifted his legs farther away from the driver in an attempt to conceal himself.

Even just a couple of words leaving Dream's mouth were turning him on. Just being in the man's presence was turning him on. This visit was going to require immense amounts of self-control.

"Stop it, Dream," George was smiling out of nervousness. "I mean, Clay, I guess."

"Oh, yeah...you can call me either," George was now very uncomfortable, he prayed his throbbing member would settle down but doubted it. "You can actually call me whatever you want..." The blonde smirked.

George exhaled indiscreetly, why was he so pathetic? Basically unraveling at every individual sentence exiting his friend's mouth. "What do you mean?"

Clay only laughed. They drove for a couple more minutes, George suffering in silence, before arriving at a large house.

"We're here!" Clay looked at the blushing mess beside him after parking his car. They both exited the vehicle, George was thankful his hoodie was long enough to cover whatever was going on in his pants.

This is gonna be fun, George thought.