TW: mature language
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Fuck, fuck, fuck. What do I do?
Last night was a blur for both George and Dream, but seeing as they were both naked in bed. George knew they did it. They fucked.
He also knew because his ass was sore and he can't even get himself to stand up.
George successfully stood up with the help of the side table. He picked up his skirt, underwear, cropped top and tiptoed on his way to the bathroom.
He shuts the door and closes his eyes. He runs a hand through his hair trying to rethink the previous events. How did he end up here? How did he and Dream even interact in the first place?
George remembers a few pieces from last night which made him blush from embarrassment. George groans, he puts his skirt back on and then his cropped top.
If he leaves the dorm right now maybe Dream wouldn't suspect a thing. Dream wasn't even gay, he wasn't right? He was clearly drunk and wasn't thinking properly.
Dream is straight, that dick that was up on George's ass has been inside of other girls' pussies. George gags at the thought.
He slowly opens the door of the bathroom, and goes out. He closes the door carefully as to not make a noise to wake Dream up. As soon as he was about to go grab his shoes and just run straight out of the door, a voice spoke up.
"What are you doing?"
George presses his lips into a thin line and closes his eyes, Shit.
George slowly turns with his heel. He sees Dream shirtless, at least now he had some boxers on. He looked tired from the hangover.
"Um..I'm going back to my dorm.", George says, looking everywhere but at Dream.
Dream sighs and walks up to George. Dream stops in front of George, the brunette feels his breath start to pick up. Dream is probably mad at me.
Dream places his finger underneath George's chin and lifts his face up. He just stares at George, examining the brunette's soft features. His eyes trailed down to George's exposed legs.
George felt his nerves build up. Was Dream going to get all angry and frustrated because he had a one-night stand with a guy? Would've been alright if the guy was popular and not a smartass.
Dream sighs and faces away from George.
"Alright."
George stares in confusion. Did Dream decide to let it go? George receives a notification on his phone. He had 27 missed calls and 15 new messages, and all were from Karl.
"Shit.", George puts his phone down, "Yeah.. I- See you later."
Dream hears the door shut. He sighs and looks down at his now erected dick. "Fuck."
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George runs through the hallways and finally reaches his dorm. He unlocks the dorm with his student I.D.Finally inside, he sneaks in, hoping that Karl wasn't there to nag him on where he went last night.
"Where were you last night?"
Speak of the devil.
George looks to his left to see Karl with his arms crossed. "I was literally worried sick, where did you go off to?"
"Nowhere, I just made a friend and stayed at their dorm last night.", George lied. Well it was half the truth and half a lie.
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Intoxicating // dnf (ON HOLD)
FanficCollege. Struggling to pass tests. Making friends. Parties everyday. Finding love? To George Davison, school is important. He could care less about having fun, but one day finds himself in a situation with the very well-known Clay Harrison, who goes...