The green-eyed man took a long sip of his coffee, staring out the window as various people passed by. His main focus landed on a shorter brunette with brown eyes. The pale man walked in a way that exuded confidence. His head was held high and he shot a few of the passerby a soft smile every once in a while.
The brunette immediately caught hold of Dream's focus. The tall man watched as the pale boy tugged on the door handle, a soft chime signaling his entrance.
Dream's eyes were glued to him, almost as though he would die if he were to remove them. The brunette looked around, a frown resting on his face.
Clay followed the brunette's gaze and realized there were no empty tables open, the brunette would have to order carryout or sit with someone else. Perhaps Dream had a chance to meet him, after all.
A smile crept onto his face and he kept staring at the boy, patiently waiting for the inevitable eye contact, almost wishing for it at this point.
Just moments later, the brunette caught Clay's gaze, shooting the tall man a confused look as he walked over hesitantly. The boy's confidence seemed to return once he had made it over to Dream.
"You know it'll last longer if you take a picture," The brunette sassed, a heavy accent coating his soft voice. He stood still, placing his hands on his hips, slightly admiring the look left on Dream's face.
"Ah, yes. The classic line," Dream retorted, leaning his elbows on the table and resting his head in his hands. "Maybe I already took a picture." He shrugged, "You may never know."
The British man tilted his head, an eyebrow cocking up at the thought.
"So what if you did? Just means I'll be living in that pretty little head of yours for a while, huh?" Clay was taken aback by the brunette's words, a smirk taking over his face. He could tell that the British man was trying to come off more dominant than he actually was.
"Well who said I took the picture for the sake of you and not something else?" Dream immediately sassed back, a low chuckle rumbling past the brunette's lips.
"I suppose that could be the case." The British man shrugged, sitting down on the opposite side of the table. "But is it?" He asked innocently.
The entire conversation was making Dream's more dominant side very happy. A bratty boy that he could easily destroy-
"Wouldn't you like to know," Dream scoffed.
"I mean that's kinda why I asked." The brunette retorted, letting his hand fall against Clay's, interlacing their fingers. "And besides," The British man whispered, "You're kinda hot, as well."
A subtle blush rose to Clay's face and he chuckled. "Oh, come on now," He murmured.
The two spent hours in that café, never telling each other their names.
"Well it was a nice chat, lover boy." The brunette stood from his previous position, placing a quick kiss on Dream's cheek. "See you soon," and with that, the British boy turned on his heels and headed towards the door.
"Wait-" Dream stopped him by grabbing onto the brunettes wrist. "What's your name?"
The brunette smirked, turning back for a quick second. He put his mouth near Dream's ear, making it so no one else would hear.
"Georgenotfound, love." Clay scrunched his nose in confusion, the name was familiar and then finally, he realized.
"You're-" the taller man was cut off by George.
"An AV actor, yeah. See ya!" George nodded towards Clay and left the building, leaving the taller man in a state of pure shock.
"Fuck-" He mumbled to himself, his eyes following the brunette before he eventually lost sight of him. Dream's curiosity had been successfully peaked and he wanted to know more about the pornstar he had the pleasure of meeting.
Dream was no stranger to the porn industry as his job consisted of interviewing various pornstars to find the perfect one for each shoot. Dream was a casting director, after all, and his company had looked into George many times before. However, due to the brunette's popularity they hadn't been able to ever set up an interview.
Dream thought to himself how big of a coincidence it was that him and George were in similar fields for work. Obviously, Dream's job allowed him to keep his face a bit more- hidden than George's did, but similar nonetheless.
The tall man found himself back at the same café just two days later, silently praying that George would show up again. A small smile rose to his face when the brunette's frail body came into eye-shot and he listened as the familiar chime sounded when the British man pushed the door open.
George waved towards the waitress before stalking over towards Dream, taking a seat in the same place across from Dream as he had last time.
"So we meet again," Dream hummed, taking in the detail of George's outfit. The pale man adorning a crimson hoodie, a small heart embroidered into the middle of the chest. The hoodie was complimented by a pair of light blue jeans and black converse. It seemed comfortably casual, something Dream, himself, wouldn't mind wearing.
"That we do. Are you stalking me, lover boy?" George smirked, tilting his head in a cocky manner.
"Thats a dumb question." Dream dismissed, "Are you always this sassy?"
"A dumb question paired with an equally dumb answer." The brunette sassed, answering Dream's question unintentionally.
"Your vocabulary is pretty limited, huh?" The taller man asked, hoping his jovial tone was clear enough.
"I dont know," George shrugged, "Not any less sophisticated than your own, dreamy." Dream's eyes buldged at the British man's words and George chuckled. "What's that look for?"
"How the hell-" Dream mumbled, shaking his head, the man being unsure how George had known the name he goes by.
"Cat got your tongue, hun? What's with the sudden reaction?" George asked curiously, the sassy tone dropping for just a moment.
"How'd you know my nickname?" Dream murmered, immediately earning a laugh from the brunette.
"I didn't!" George laughed, "But now I do," He stated, his sassy tone returning with the same fire it had held onto earlier.
"Then why'd you-" Dream's words were cut off by George as they often were.
"I was calling you 'dreamy' ya know? Like- 'oh, he's so dreamy?'" The brunette struggled to explain. Despite his incompetence, Dream understood.
"God, I'm an idiot," The tall man sighed.
"You are." George answered. "But it's fine because you've got the looks to make up for it." Dream rolled his eyes and the two continued with the conversation just as they had last time.
"I've gotta go, again." George rolled his eyes at his own statement, standing from the table. "Same time tomorrow?" He asked softly, a hopeful tone resting along his voice.
Dream shot the man a nod, stacking their empty glasses.
"Sounds wonderful," The green-eyed man stated. George placed another kiss along his cheek before turning around and leaving. Dream then found himself in the same position as last time:
Hopelessly yearning for more.
[A/n: This is just- *chef's kiss.* I hope you guys end up liking this, I've never seen anything like what I have planned done before so uh- I'm excited to say the least :D)
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