undesirable // dnf

ch 7. romance

(A/N: ⚠️this contains NSFW lowkEYYYY!!!!⚠️ don't flame me, first time writing this shit😪)

George and his boyfriend were cuddled up on the sofa, watching a love movie cause why not. He can't seem to be focused on the movie and instead is focused on the unknown feeling rising inside him.

He feels bad, he feels like something isn't right. This feeling feels familiar, the no space in between the couple and a funny feeling in his stomach. But that feeling isn't funny at all. George bites his lips and shakes his head, trying to not think too deep into this.

"Are you okay babe?" his boyfriend asks, moving George's hair out of his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. Just a little tired"

He hears his boyfriend hum. George can't get rid of the feeling, he feels uncomfortable. George chews on the inside of his cheek and chews on the extra skin.

"I'm gonna sleep" George got up and started heading towards his room.

"Want me to come with?" he flirted at him, winning in the sentence.

"NO! er- no. you can leave" George insisted.

As George entered his room he heard his boyfriend curse at him, he sighed and ignored it. He lay there on his bed thinking about that strange feeling.

Then it hit, it was guilt. He was guilty because of dream. He cursed under his breath and remember that night. He shook his head, trying to get the image out of his head but his brain didn't listen. By now he was glowing red like a kid's night light.

The feeling of dream kissing him everywhere and feeling upon his. The way dream left bite marks and purple bruises, his hands.

George finds his hand in his sweatpants, he gasps and bites his lip again. He couldn't believe he was hard by the memory. George, embarrassed, started palming his hard member. With his other hand, he covered his mouth to not let out any noise.

George slipped his hand in his boxers and touched the tip of his cock, feeling the precum already start beading on his tip. George starts slowly stroking his average-sized member. He closes his eyes and imagines dream stroking him, his imagination runs wild. Too wild.

"God.." he shakily let out a breath while going a little faster.

He plays with the tip and rubs around it. It's making him go crazy, maybe even crazier since he's imagining his best friend. George moaned into his hand, slobbering. His eyes are closed shut tightly as the pleasure increases.

"dream..~" George moaned out. The image of dream jacking him off turned him on even more.

As George grew closer to an orgasm, he couldn't stop thinking about dream not stop moaning his name. Something about dreams made George become hooked. George bit his lip as he went even faster, going all the way up and down. Eventually, he came in his hand and boxers.

George felt the heat rush to his face as he realized what he had just did. He felt embarrassed although nobody was in his room.

He stood up and waddled to the bathroom for toilet paper to clean up his mess. He groaned since he didn't wanna do laundry but it was his own mistake for doing that. George cleaned up and threw his dirty clothes stained with cum in a basket in his room. He was in brand new boxers, and clean.

"why did I do that" he covered his face with his hands and screamed quietly.

The funny feeling came back, it was rising in his stomach. His stomach fluttered and so did his heart. He's never felt this feeling at all. He wondered if it was just because he had sex with him. No, people who hook up don't feel like this after. He didn't know what to do, he was frustrated. He pushed his sweat into his hair and lay on his side on the bed. George looked at his hand and held it with his other hand like dream did when they had sex.