An Auditorium Dream

Chapter Two : Pavement Dreams

The crowd was begging for an encore at this point, but there was not a second to spare. George had other plans. The four of them took a bow as the curtains covered them up and brought them to safety once again. Sapnap, Karl and Quackity took a great sigh of relief whilst grinning towards each other with malicious and vulgar intent. George was distracted with preoccupied thoughts of earlier. What if he'd never meet this mystery man again, what could happen if he never got to acquaint that death defyingly handsome lime coloured prince. He quickly glanced back over at the trio; they were distracted chatting up each other flirtatiously.

"I love being in a polygon" said Quackity confidently.

George's eyes lit up in regret for eavesdropping.

"I'm going out for a bit, ill catch up with you three love birds later..." He said, with a slight off-tone following his voice, but the other three were too conceived in their strange relationship with each other.

George sauntered himself across the slightly well lit up sidewalk, with his head down. A flock of supercars revved up their engines and raced past him, each beeping their horns at him, and whistling, yet George felt unsatisfied. He knew what he wanted, and it wasn't some guy who was driving an expensive car, or wearing a well sewn suit, it was that charming, magical man he locked eyes with while he was performing.

He ended up sticking around the parking lot for quite some time. The overwhelming scent of gasoline began to fade away, as less and less people gathered around to greet him. He ran his brittle, soft fingers along the rough, damp concrete of the pavement. He slid his shiny, black boots out, and extended his legs across the sidewalk, in an almost 'L' shape.

"Hey, you!" A baritone voice called to George from the middle of the parking lot.

George glanced at his watch, it read; thirteen past one in the morning. He yawned with envy, and realised he was being called upon. He glanced up with great hope. He browsed the parking lot carrying a colossal ambition on his shoulders, could this be the dreamy prince from the show?

George could not see anybody in his line of site. Suddenly,

"Isn't it a bit late for a pretty boy like you to be out at a place like this?" A stunning face looked down upon George, and a strong, muscly hand reached out to help him up.

George didn't want to show any vulnerability, however his plump cheeks lit up with a striking, cherry red colour. He looked the dignified figure up and down, raising his eyebrow slightly.

"And who are you?" George whispered slightly, staring at the glowing reflection of the moon in his deep lustrous eyes.

"...Clay..." a small voice let out, from the man, it was so quiet that it couldn't be heard by George.

"I didn't catch that...?" George replied, questioning this situation.

"Uh... d—dream. My name is Dream." He said, more confident and confined in George.

George glanced down at the pavement for a moment, shivering slightly.

The deep, black night sky painted a picture of a billion shining stars, the canvas was beautiful on this particular night.

"Look at the stars dream." George said, nervously, with a stammer in his voice, "aren't they pleasing?"

Dream jumped at the opportunity for this. Something told this green man to take his shot right in this moment, with this good-looking model perched in front of him.

"Not as pleasing as you could be..." They both paused for a moment, locked deep in each other's eyes as they lead one another in, slowly.

George reached out carefully for dream's soft, studded hand. Their fingers conjoined; both of their hands greasy with sweat. They were both as nervous as each other, yet agreeably both secure and homely with each other's presence. Dream tugged on George's arm carefully and picked George up off the ground by his waist. George was on both feet now, but instead of letting go, he pulled him in closer to him. They were now deep in embrace. The two of them were so conceived in each other, so diverted to each other's attention that the time meant nothing to them. Dream focused on George's plump, pink lips. They were glossy and shimmery. They both watched each other closely, studying each other's every move. George tugged on Dream's lime green drawstrings with an eager intent.

Dream knew exactly what George wanted. George was getting antsy, so Dream toyed with him just a little bit longer. Dream leaned in, and George stood tall on his toes, his leathery boots bending for embrace. They were so close now, legs fondled together, and the combined scent of Male cologne and cherry Chapstick attacked at their nostrils, but this didn't bother them.

George looked ever so needy now, his cheeks were as pink as his lip gloss.

They leaned into their arms, caressing each other's lips, their mouths pressing one another. Their tongues cavorting, the taste of burnt mint and cherry candy. Their lips ever so soft.

George quickly pulls away.

"what's wrong?" Dream says, in an off putting tone.

"I have a dressing room." George replies, erotically, leaving no regrets.

He glances down at his golden, diamond studded watch.

"It's almost three in the morning, you'll have to stay the night' George explains, sensually, while caressing dreams neck, in a soft, carnal manner, but keeping strong eye contact, batting his eyes in an unusually daring way.

"Oh really...I...uh...I guess I could stay...heh..." Dream tried to spit out, stuttering, and fumbling his words.

He was just as excited as George, just expressing it in such an indifferent manner.

"Let's go then" George said with a smirk.