The Cracks in the Ceiling (DNF)

Chapter 4

Warning: Slight smut? 

George's POV:

"Thanks for playing with me, George," Dream said in an arousingly deep voice. 

My face flushed yet again that day. How was he always able to do this to me? Before I could say anything else, I felt the bulge in my pants. Glancing down nervously, I couldn't think of anything to say to him. He was waiting for me to reply.

 I started clicking around the computer quickly while muttering out a fast "Same! Gotta go!" 

"Why are you leaving so fast? Is something wr-" I clicked off discord quickly, hoping not to have to answer that question. 

I tried to take deep breaths while I ran to my bed. I looked back down, to see the 'issue' only growing. Should I... take care of that? But it felt so wrong. I couldn't jack off to a boner I got because of my best friend who didn't feel the same way to me. It seemed sort of messed up.

 A notification dinged on my phone. I opened it, to see it was Dream.

"What's up? Is everything okay?" it read.

I thought about typing something back but couldn't come up with any good excuses. The longer I waited to reply, the worse I felt about the whole situation. Dream and I had gotten so close to each other,  these past few weeks even more so, and somewhere deep down, I knew this would only hurt me in the end. The closer we got, the more likely it was that I would slip up or accidentally say something that would give away too much of my feelings and our friendship would fall apart. Maybe the best solution would be to just back off a little. 

I could try gradually playing less with him each day until we would only have to play just the two of us for videos. As much as I loved spending time with him, the less I was with him the less likely it was that I would have to be confronted about my view on him.

I slunk down in my bed. Spending less time with him would be so difficult, though. I lived for his voice and stupid remarks. His incredible playing skill and caring nature.

 He didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve me ignoring him. 

But, it would be better this way. If he found out about my feelings, our friendship would probably be over completely. I'd rather have to cut down on the time I spend with him than not be able to spend any time with him at all. 

I sniffed quietly, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. These thoughts felt too heavy. I decided to just try and get some sleep. 

I tossed and turned for hours. The thoughts of Dream wouldn't let me get any shut-eye. Eventually, after turning to my other side for the 50th time that night, I pulled myself up to take a quick nightly drive. Maybe it would help me clear my thoughts enough to sleep a little. 

I grabbed the shiny keys off my desk and walked through my house towards the door. The sound of my padded feet echoed throughout the somewhat large building until I could slink outside, the cold air nipping at the tips of my ears, nose, and fingers. I sat in the car and turned on the heat, along with the radio. The words danced in the back of my head while I drove out of my neighborhood and down a long road, with no destination in mind.

Road shimmer
Wiggling the vision
Heat heat waves
I'm swimming in a

Sometimes, all I think about is you
Late nights in the middle of June
Heat waves been faking me out
Can't make you happier now

I realized what the song was but couldn't bring myself to change the station. Instead, I just let wet tears stain my pale cheeks. After that, light coffee-shop sort of songs played, jazzy ones intended for late nights and sleepy symptoms.

 Blinking became harder and I couldn't focus on the road ahead of me. Too tired to drive back, I pulled to the side and lay my head on the dashboard. I made sure all the doors were locked, turned off the car, and coasted into a soothing sleep.