NAKED - dreamnotfound

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george sat down on the couch, still wearing the clothes that he wore for the photo shoot with dream.

he rubbed his eyes, exhausted and over embarrassed from the position and outfit he was forced into.

dream entered the living room after changing into sweats, though he did lack a shirt.

george tore his eyes away quickly, mentally rolling his eyes. of course the blonde would do something like that right now.

"sorry, i usually don't wear shirts around my house- force of habit," dream shrugged, plopping down next to george on the couch.

though this time, they lacked the foot of space that was there last time they sat here.

george shifted uncomfortably, trying to not brush against the blonde's bare arms.

"i got the pictures back, wanna help me choose which ones to post?"

george shrugged, staring down at the remote on the coffee table. "sure."

dream pulled out his phone, pulling up an email that linked to a file with all of the edited pictures from the photo shoot.

he clicked on the first one, scooting even closer to george as he rested his hand with his phone in it across george's thigh.

"i think they're pretty good," dream remarked as he scrolled through them. "i look kinda silly in some, though."

george watched, staring intently at the images of the two boys.

it was a good pose, very flustering to look and think back on. george sat on dream's lap, straddling his legs as the hem of his skirt only slightly covered dream's fingertips that were placed around george's thighs.

the brunette was facing dream's head, which made it look like he was whispering into his ear in some of the photos where george had his mouth parted open.

george felt himself growing flustered all over again by just looking at the pictures.

"they're good, but it's pretty obvious if you look closely that you are uncomfortable," dream stated.

george looked away. "i mean, i was."

dream shut off his phone, facing the brunette. "i know, i'm sorry about it. but that's only the beginning, george."

george sighed, beginning to regret his decision to help dream as he grew self conscious. "maybe you should find someone who's more experienced."

dream shook his head quickly. "no, i have a better idea."

the blonde stood to his feet, extending his hand for george to grab. "come with me," he smiled.

george hesitantly took his hand before he was dragged into the blonde's bedroom.

dream set george down on the king size bed, tossing his phone out of his sweatpants pocket and onto the floor.

"we could practice here, so it will be more natural when we actually have to do it," dream suggested, standing in front of george, towering over him as he spoke with a glint of trouble apparent in his green gaze.

"practice?" george blinked, eyeing the blonde.

"what all are you comfortable with?" dream asked calmly.

"er-" george shrugged. "i don't know."

"we could play a game? to see how much you are comfortable with so far?"

george's breath hitched. "i suppose."

"we'll have a safe word... just say stop if you are uncomfortable," dream ordered.

george gave a small nod, preparing himself for whatever the blonde had in mind.

dream grabbed onto george's hand, pulling him to stand up against his chest. he wrapped him into a hug, lying his hands on the small of his back.

when george didn't protest, dream lowered himself, picking up the smaller boy and wrapping george's legs around his waist.

george let out a small noise of surprise, but he kept his composure.

dream took this as a good sign, lying george down on the bed in front of them.

the blonde towered over the brunette, gazing down at the vulnerable boy in a pretty outfit below him.

"are we okay?" dream asked, his voice heavy but sweet.

"y-yeah," george stuttered.

dream removed himself off of george's body, sitting up against the headboard.

he pulled the brunette on top of his lap, putting them in the same position as they were in before.

but this time, there were no cameras or bright lights, or directors telling them what to do. it was just dream, george, and the thick air that surrounded them.

dream slowly set his hands on george's thighs.

george shuddered at the cold hands that trailed up his leg, slowly and carefully.

"they're going to want us to kiss," dream broke the tense silence.

"will they?" george gulped.

dream gave a nod, slowly leaning in to brush his lips against the brunette's.

explosions happened in george's stomach as butterflies swirled around dream's.

the blonde closed the gap, placing a soft, cautious kiss to george's lips.

the brunette didn't know whether or not to kiss back, but after feeling the blonde's body press against his, he leaned into the kiss easily.

dream pulled back, gazing lustfully at the boy on his lap before snapping back to reality.

it's all fake. it's for the media.

"i think we should be good for a bit. now that we've kissed, it shouldn't be that hard to do it again for the camera," dream concluded, placing george off of him.

george sat, stunned by whatever just occurred.

"goodnight, george!" dream quickly called before heading to his bathroom.

george stumbled out dream's bedroom, closing the door as he entered the hallway.

what the fuck just happened?