So you think you're bold huh?

Hickey

A/N: Bro! Thanks for 10.K it really means a lot, ToT. Not the number, just knowing that the things I write don't only benefit me, you know? That is probably me just me assuming this stupid gay fanfic even benefits yall at all, but I'd like to think it does! 

Dream's POV:

"Hey, come here, what time is it?" George grabbed my waist and pulled me over to the couch. I laughed nervously, then turned around and put him on my wait while we sat on the couch. He smiled while straddling me and placing his hands on my shoulders. "We have a few hours still," I mumbled and grabbed his chin. He smiled and kissed just next to my lips, I moved my face a little and to kiss his lips, which he easily accepted. "Wait-" I started and turned to grab my phone, he looked confused. "Here," I smiled up at him after clicking play on my Spotify playlist. He laughed and shoved my shoulder, but wrapped his arms around my neck. 

"I want to kiss you, Clay- wait, did Nick say I could call you that, or would it make him hate me more?" I started laughing and kissed his neck, immediately shutting him up. "Call me what feels good, okay?" He nodded with a goofy smirk. "Hey wait, you were saying...you want to kiss me?" He nodded. "Do it then," I said boldly and kissed him right away, biting his lips gently. He moved his head up and brought his hands up to my neck, then ran his other hand up my hair, which was getting longer every day. "You should-" I started and kept kissing him. "Get- your hair dyed blue," I finished and pushed our lips back together. He didn't answer me, but I could tell he rolled his eyes. Which was scary attractive for some reason. 

I didn't really want to go far today though, since we had to be at the dance in a few hours 

~Time skip~ 

"Yo, we should go get ready," I said after pulling away. I swear my lips were raw at this point. He frowned and crawled off of my lap, then checked his phone. "Shit, my mom called like five times, she never calls," I cringed and stood up to stretch. "Well, I'll probably wear this, but you should go change," he looked offended. "If you're casual wear is fine, what's wrong with mine!?" I laughed, "you're wearing sweatshorts and a t-shirt I swear I've seen you wear at football practice." He laughed a little and flipped me off then went upstairs to change quickly. I sighed and stretched out on the couch, then found myself smiling like a goof. I scrunched my nose and fell over on the couch, hiding my probably red face in my hands while smiling to myself. I like this guy so much.

Almost half an hour later I heard soft laughter from the stairs. I looked over and saw George walking down slowly. "Oh my god..." I mumbled to myself and smiled happily. He was wearing blue dress pants, a white button-up, and a red bow tie. His was was kind of damp and curly, which was cute. "You're...so...pretty, George," I said under my breath as soon as he got down the stairs. "Stop..." he replied and turned red. I smiled again and grabbed his hands, then kissed him softly. I leaned in more but he pulled away. "You need to leave soon..." I nodded and kissed him again, this time trying to pursue something more. He pressed his hips against mine but pulled away again. "No, Dream. You really do have to leave now," I looked down at my feet, then back up at him and smiled. "Okay. I'll go. Don't be a stranger tonight," I pushed my forehead against his. "If I am, don't hate me," I laughed a little, with some sadness I quickly realized was hidden beneath. 

"I couldn't." He smiled up at me and nodded, which told me it was time to get out of here. "Tell your friends that your furry boyfriend says hi," I joked, which made him smile. 

George's POV:

A few minutes after Dream left, I heard a knock and a shit ton of yelling outside my door. I smiled wide and ran over. "HI!" Puffy shouted happily. She and Wilbur stood at my doorstep. "Hey man," he pulled me in for a hug and pat my back a few times. "Where you been man? You've been hibernating or something," I laughed awkwardly. "Yeah...things have been busy," Puffy nodded. "How was the chat with your mom?" 

"Oh! It was good," I lied and laughed nervously. Wilbur shrugged. "You two look great," Puffy smiled, "I still have to do my makeup at Niki's so, LET'S GO!" Wilbur nodded. "Yeah, it took me forever to style my hair, but I did it!" I nodded. "It looks really good," He smiled happily, so I fucked his hair up while laughing sinisterly. "YOU ASS!" He shouted and picked me up by the waist, then threw me onto the couch. I started laughing and rolled over. That's when I saw it. The tail.  

The fucking tail. 

I quickly shoved it under the couch. "What happened?" Wilbur asked, noticing that I moved something. "Oh! Nothing," He nodded, even though I could tell he didn't believe me, and I was thankful he left it at that.  

Puffy gave me a look that terrified me. I could tell she suspected something. She looked off to the side and scoffed. Even if she does figure anything out, let's just pray she keeps her mouth shut about it. I think she would keep it quiet though since she's Puffy.  

"Okay! Let's go," 

Dream's POV:

I quickly drove over to Quackity's house because we were all planning to meet him there to get ready for the dance. I saw Karl's car outside so I hurried inside. I needed to talk to him anyway so this was perfect. I headed in through Quackity's window because his room was in the basement and there was a window at the bottom of the house outside. I slid it open and slipped in through the window, stopping dead in my tracks. Karl was shirtless and sitting with Quackity on his bed full-on making out. "Oh my god!" My jaw dropped and I nearly choked on myself. "Please don't tell me you just cheated on Nick," I started and glared at Karl, ready to beat a bitch. That's when Nick pranced out of the bathroom. "Hey, can you see this hickey anymor-" He stopped as soon as he saw me and smiled awkwardly. "Okay- What!?" 

"Karl, Nick, and I are in a poly relationship," Quackity said causally and wiped his lips. "I'VE SEEN HIM WITHOUT THE BEANIE!" Karl shouted happily after putting a shirt on. "Right...well congratulations?" Nick glared at me, almost daring me to do anything but support him 100%, which of course I do, but it's still awkward as fuck. "Well! TO THE DANCE!" Quackity shouted happily. 

A/N: I haven't been extremely productive today- I mean I'd like to applaud myself for even managing to finish this today, however, I wouldn't exactly call it an applaudable chapter, but here we are.