Subway au ;) -dreamnotfound

nineteen

Karl and George got out earlier than Dream, it was the night shift employees time to start and the morning shift people's time to leave. Dream worked more because he was manager, and there was always something to do.

There was a park close to the Subway. Both boys just walk over after work, George just needed to talk to anyone.

"You don't even have to say it, I have a feeling I know." Karl starts.

"What do you know?" George asks, smiling.

"I don't know what I know. Actually, you do have to say it. Tell me what's going on." Karl laughs.

"I just hate how this has to be a secret. He's so adamant, and I don't even care. We're not dating, but I don't know. We have sex sometimes, like not even, just twice. I want to say we are dating when in reality we are not." George finally says.

"Can I be honest? Me and Quackity saw you guys kiss at the party. We've known for a while that, like, there was something going on." Karl says.

"No way! Oh my God, if Dream knew that, he'd pass out."

"Why? Is he like, embarrassed of you?" Karl feels guilty.

"I don't think so... we went to another party and he wasn't... he doesn't want to lose his job I guess." George frowns and looks down to his shoes.

"It's ok, that is a big deal, I guess. Not to get off topic, but that dude asked me for my number." Karl blushes.

"No, I'm glad you changed the topic. Karl, I was so mad when I saw him go talk to Dream so secretively in his office. My mind was telling me they fucked, they're fucking, someone else is pleasing him. Lock him down so he stays away from Dream." George says, still bitter.

"Calm down! He did not look fucked-out when he left. And I heard them talking, not moaning or anything." Karl laughed hysterically. "But he's charming, he asked so kindly, I couldn't even talk I was so nervous. He was cute, no?" Karl asks.

"He was until I thought he was giving Dream head." George laughs.

"Well, I hope he calls me. Tell Dream to pick us up, I'm lazy now."

Five minutes later, Dream is at the park to get them. He drops Karl off at his car, and drives George to his apartment. It's starting to feel like it's George's apartment more than Dream, but that pleases Dream very much.

The drive was silent until Karl left. "He knows. Quackity thinks so, too." George starts. Dream shrugs. George was surprised it didn't start a fight or something. George wanted to fight.

"I like you, I hope this isn't a hit it and quit it thing for either of us, I just need time. I think I put it together that you are kinda worth any consequence I'd face being with you." Dream says. George smiles. "You don't have to tell, like, everybody though. But if someone asks, I mean it's your life. I can't tell you what to say or not say."

"Ok. Good we are on the same page." George says.

"Good." He drives, ok with the silence that would follow.

Only a few minutes pass before George snakes his hand to Dream's thigh. "Do the hickeys hurt you?" George says, squeezing his inner thigh, sending signals to the part of his body just above.

"Why are you so clingy today?" He takes George's hand away from his thigh and squeezes it. He holds his hand from touching his leg, Dream needed a nap before any type of action. If he wasn't tired, he would've pulled the car over to fuck George.

"I... I know this is stupid, but don't laugh. I don't know why when I saw that guy was gonna be alone with you my mind convinced me you guys were gonna... I don't know." George starts.

Dream laughs, almost mockingly. "Sapnap! You thought I was gonna fuck Sapnap! At work! George, come on..."

George looks down, sad. "I don't know, I felt mad and jealous. And now I feel guilty, like, is that how you feel sometimes?" He looks at Dream. He looks beautiful driving with his left hand, and holding George's hand in his right.

"I don't get mad, I get anxiety. I told you... I don't want competition, and the whole world feels like competition. Not because you're a whore, but because you're interesting, funny, you're gorgeous, you're the best sex anyone will ever have and they don't need to sleep with you to know that. Obviously I feel jealous. I guess I'm insecure." Dream says.

"I didn't give you a reason to feel secure. It is hard to feel like someone is going to be faithful and loyal when they were not to someone else just a few weeks ago. But I never felt this way about anyone, I swear to God. I don't think about anybody else, and you're the first person I don't need to have sex with to stay interested in. I'm ok if you never wanna do it again, I just like you. If you want to wait more, I won't get mad. I will stay loyal anyway, even if you feel like you're not ready, and like you want to see other people, and if you feel like you need to get revenge or something, I don't know, it's ok." George says.

"Shut up, are you kidding? After last night, how I see that the possibilities are truly endless, hell no I'm not gonna fuck anyone else. You're silly. I'm not gonna get revenge, we weren't dating, I guess you didn't really do anything wrong but make me a homewrecker. But I guess who cares. And you got so mad at Sapnap, but he is the one dying for us to date, defending your perspective to the death." Dream laughs, and George is shocked.

"He wants us to date?" George asks.

"Yes, but I don't need his permission. I made my decision a while ago, someone needed to just shake me out of my anxiety I guess." Dream smiles.

"What decision?" George blushes, nervously.

"I guess I don't need as much time as I thought... will you be my boyfriend? Husband? Anything?" Dream finally asks.

"Yes, stupid. Boyfriend for now. Was it not obvious I was dying to date you?" George squeezes his hand, and extends his body in an awkward way to kiss Dream while he's driving. At least if they crash, they die together, George thought.

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