dreamnotfound oneshots

hand wash

// NSFW

On any ordinary day, Dream would just be leaving the house to get his car washed.

But as his foot stepped onto his and George's shared front porch, George yelled a quick "wait!" which, of course, Dream had to wait for. The brunet threw on his shoes and ushered Dream out of the house, saying something along the lines of, "Let me go with you, I don't care if it's just to wash the car, I want to go."

And, as Dream does, he lets him. Because why would he say no to spending time with his beloved boyfriend, George?

Dream expected George to just come along for the ride. Just enjoy the small, sentimental moment they would have together in the car wash. Just enjoy the small talk and loving stares they would share.

Oh, how he was wrong.

As soon as the car was parked and the electronic wash was started, spraying water all over and around the car, George had reached over to slide his hand up Dream's thigh with a knowing glint in his umber eyes. Dream looked down, inhaling sharply as his fingers danced along the inside seam of his jeans.

"What are you doing?" Dream asked, panicked, as George's hand massaged his thigh. This definitely wasn't the place to get hard, yet here he was.

"What does it look like?" George replied in a low tone, leaning over the center console to inspect Dream's facial expressions closer. "I don't have to if you don't want to."

"Wh- No- I-" Dream stumbled over his words frantically, looking between George's stilled hand and the water dripping down the windshield, blurring the outside world from in, and vice versa. "I do."

"Okay then," George grinned and slid his hand to hover over Dream's half hard cock, revelling at the way Dream's breath ceased. He pressed his hand down—hard—thin fingers outlining Dream's cock.

"George!" Dream gasped, the grip he had on the wheel tightening until his knuckles turned white. "Wh-"

"Shh," George giggled mischievously, hand continuing to palm Dream through his jeans material.

Dream's face was burning a deep, hot red, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he continued to glance between George and his driver's side mirror (that was covered almost entirely in pink bubbles) nervously. Why, out of all places, would George decide to be horny in a fucking car wash?

"Baby, calm down," George soothed, eyes locked on his hand that stroked Dream's hardening cock.

"You're so annoying," Dream muttered through a sharp gasp as George's hand dove underneath the waistband of his jeans and boxers to tug his cock out.

George shook his head fondly and took a moment to spit into his hand before returning it to Dream's length. Dream hissed, his cock twitching involuntarily in George's grip. It only made George smile and giggle while languidly stroking Dream's weeping cock.

"George, fuck," Dream whined, eyebrows pinched together as he stared down to his cock.

George's fingers held him like he would break, so delicate and gentle.

That wouldn't do. Not in a car wash, where they had a time limit.

"Can you—" Dream paused as the water spraying against the car interrupted him, causing him to jolt. "Can you at least go faster?"

"Mm," George hummed, head tipping to the side. He contemplated Dream's request for a few moments; a few moments of more sudsy soap being showered down onto the car, a few more moments of Dream nipping at his lips anxiously.