Newbie // dreamnotfound

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"George?"

"Dream?"

"Can you sleep?"

"No"

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"Are we actually going to do this? I don't want the others to wake up," George said in a worrisome tone. "I don't want to pressure you, so please tell me if you don't want to. We could always do something else," Dream said to hopefully to reassure him.

"No, I definitely want to, but would the smell wake up the guys?" "They smoke all the time, I don't do it often, but you seem like a fun smoking buddy" Dream said with a slight smile, "So even if they wake up, they'll probably just join or something."

"I'm down"

"Great!"

Dream pulled open his drawer and took out the supplies necessary. George watched as he rolled up a blunt, as if he had done this many times before.

The two were doing this for fun, neither of them were addicted or doing it for alternative reasons. Well, maybe George wanted an excuse to escape his thoughts, but he wouldn't admit that. And maybe Dream wanted it as an excuse to get to know George more, but that's something he also wouldn't admit.

Dream handed to blunt to George, offering for him to take the first hit. Dream soon looked at George who had an unreadable look on his face. "I've never done this before, what do I do?" "Do you want a second-hand smoke?" Dream offered as a way to make George feel more comfortable, but only got a puzzled look from the brunette.

"Just follow my lead, and breath in when it feels right" Dream said lighting the blunt and taking in the toxic fumes. He grabbed George's chin, receiving an eyebrow raise, opened his mouth and leaned in. He let the smoke out of his lungs, and George breathed in the remains.

George sat there for a second, taking in what was happening. His co-worker who he met two days ago, was now centimeters away from his face. And for whatever reason, George loved it. If he thought Dream would comply, he would have kissed him right then and there.

Dream backed away from his face, and noticed the blush rising on the cheeks of the brunette. "Wanna try a hit yourself?" Dream offered and George accepted.

A few hits later and two giggly touchy boys were now walking around the apartment. "Shhh, don't wake them up," George said trying to stifle his giggles. "Let's go back to my room" Dream suggested and George followed right behind him.

They sat on the bed, both sitting a safe distance apart before George scooted over to play with Dreams hand. "You know, you're a touchy person when you're high" Dream said confidently. George got flustered immediately "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable" George said, letting go of Dreams hand.

Soon he felt his hand being grabbed by a familiar one. "I didn't say I didn't like it, maybe I love it," Dream began playing with George's hand now. George and Dream were now pretty close to one another. George looked up at Dream and they made eye contact.

In that moment, everything stopped, it was just them, in Dreams room, after sharing a smoke session. Both boys could feel the others breath on their faces. Dream knew what he wanted, but didn't know if George wanted the same.

George began to lean in before asking, "Is this okay?". Dream gave an eager nod before their lips brushed against one another. Then their lips connected fully in a passionate kiss.

They both felt as if nothing was wrong, no one could hurt them, they were safe. George started to get up, lips still connected, and sat on Dreams lap in a straddle like position. George let out a questionable noise, and Dream used this as his chance to slip younger into his mouth.

Their make out sesh lasted for a few minutes before they pulled away to catch their breaths. This was short lived as they both immediately made their ways back to the other.

Dream started placing kisses on George's jaw, then neck and made his way down to his collarbone. Dream didn't like the fabric separating his lips and George, so he lightly tugged at his shirt, hopefully to give George the hint that he wanted it off.

And George took the hint. Dream soon took dominance, now on top of George.

The entire night was full of passion, kisses, hickeys, and cuddles. This was no more than a heated make out session, but that's all they needed.

As they were both falling asleep, they both in their mind blamed it on the drugs. But both of them knew that it had been hours since their session, and they had wanted this since the moment Dream laid his eyes on the brunette.

It was 7 am at this point, after their long night, and Dream had finally fallen asleep. George on the other hand couldn't. He was just wondering how he ended up here, in dreams house, in his bed, after making out with him.

It was all surreal to him, and maybe even a little intimidating. He grew anxious, and escaped the blondes tight, comforting grasp. He made his way to the bathroom, hardly able to breath, with too much on his mind. Until he heard a knock on the door.

"George?"

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