So you think you're bold huh?

Happy and easy

A/N: Sometimes I forget I'm a One Direction fan, then one of their songs comes on my playlist and I'm like, "oh my god-"

Dream's POV:

Holy shit.

I was screaming inside the entire way to George's house. He likes me.

He likes me!

I couldn't stop the embarrassing smile on my face, but I tried to hide it out of embarrassment. I don't even know why I kissed him. It was an instinct thing I guess. But boy did I like it. His sweet scent warmth still lingered on my tongue in the most teasing and addictive way. I can't believe myself sometimes. But as soon as he kissed back everything inside exploded. I wanted to taste him again so bad, and now that I finally have I'm craving it all over again.

Man, this boy is driving me insane.

I smiled to myself again as soon as I turned the car off in his driveway and turned to face him. "I'm just going to get this out of the way because I know we're both thinking it..." he started, then grabbed my chin with his hand and pulled me into his mouth. He kissed me boldly, with his lips already parted, and his tongue impatiently exploring my mouth. His hot spit filled my mouth and the heavy breath from his nose crashed against my burning skin. "H-Hey, can I call you Clay?" George asked while pulling away for a moment. My mouth complained from the break of our kiss, so I grabbed the back of his neck and brought him back into it, making it even deeper and more passionate before. "Mm~ Dream...wait," he put his hand on my chest but didn't stop kissing me. Oh my god, it was so hot. Just the thought that he's kissing me turned me on so much. Everything was wet and hot and arousing. The way he protested and tried to stop the kiss but couldn't even bring himself to pull away from me. The way his hips rocked slightly in his seat while he kissed me deeper.

"Georgie~" I started and kept kissing him, "you're...so attractive," I mumbled and let my hands wander down to his back. I pulled his t-shirt up and traced his spine with my wandering hands. They were so large in comparison to his petite body. I could hardly stop myself from wanting. I didn't even want to like get in his pants or take him to bed or anything, I just needed to be connected to him. Every loving touch brought me closer to him, it was like an infectious disease I couldn't get rid of. Spreading like a wildfire, rapidly increasing with the pump in my heartbeat. I could feel his pulse on the hand I held his neck with, which made my stomach ache. It was so fast and light.

We kissed for what felt like hours but was actually only twenty minutes. And when I pulled away I kept wanting to lean back in and pepper his pretty, flushed face with delicate kisses.

"You're such an idiot..." he mumbled and wiped my bottom lip with his thumb. "Oh come on now,"

George's POV:

Oh my god, Dream is one of- no, the best kisser I have ever been with. "Where did you learn to kiss like that? Aren't you a nerd?" He started wheezing. "Don't you know that nerds get tons of dick?" I frowned and flipped him off. "Yeah all the nerds reproducing in the school hallways are getting such good dick I'm sure," he started wheezing even harder. "Aren't you a whore though?" Dream asked me. "What?!? Do people say that about me!?" I shouted, he tried to hold back his laughter but it came out anyway. "I mean...yeah," I groaned. "I'm not a whore I promise," he shrugged. "You can admit it. You're a good enough kisser you have to be pretty damn experienced," I felt my face get hot and I shoved his shoulder. "Idiot. I'm really not, I mean I've been with girls but I'm still a virgin," his jaw dropped. "You're kidding?!?" I blushed again, "no, I'm dead serious." He covered his mouth. "I thought for sure you've slept around!" I started laughing. "I mean I've fucked around with a lot of people but never actually had sex," he smirked. "Ah, so you're not completely innocent. I like that, a slutty virgin. Kind of hot."