DNF Smut & Fluff

White Picket Fences and Gardens Pt.1

Part One

It was hard to believe that a year and a half ago Dream asked George to be his husband. It was hard to believe that five months ago George and Dream said "I do." at the altar.

Now here they were, sitting at their kitchen table with messy bed head and sloppy sleep clothes they threw on this morning while they slumped out of bed.

If this was what the rest of their marriage was going to look like, then Dream was excited to wake up every morning to see this.

They both sipped from their coffee and George read from a novel in his hand. Dream, too tired to do much else, sat and watched George like he was a fucking television.

"Are we still going to your mothers today?" George asked softly as he looked up at Dream. The blond's fisted hand against his cheek as he humbly watched his lover.

"We are. You might want to cover those up, though," Dream said as his eyes danced over the purple marks on George's neck.

"What are you talking about?" George asked. Dream shrugged, smug. Almost as if he were proud.

George cursed to himself when he remembered.

"Damn it. Damn you for not being able to control yourself." George said as he rubbed his neck, almost as if he did so hard enough, he could rub them off. "Oh God. Dream, you're an idiot."

"Heh, a little bit of one." Dream smiled.

"Do you know how hot it is? I'm gonna have to wear a turtle neck to a pool party."

"George, we are married. No one will care."

"It's still embarrassing," George said, his face turning crimson at the thought of people commenting on his hickies. 

"George, come on. It's no big deal." Dream tried to console.

George glared at Dream. "It is to me."

"Come on now, you've had to go out in public with worse." Dream said as he lovingly played footsie with his lover beneath the table.

George turned away embarrassed at the thought. "I still can't believe you did that. I looked horrible."

When that had happened, it had only been a few weeks after they had begun fooling around.

At the time, George and Dream were only using each other for let's just say, more than the occasional booty call.

But that night was different, that night Dream said that he wanted them to be more. And so that night, they made love like they never had.

And it was... Hot. There was no doubt about that.

It was a memorable night. It meant a lot to them. It was the official start of their relationship.

But there was something else that made it memorable too.

The next day George's body was covered in hickies, scratch marks, and teeth indentions. And George had to go to work hardly able to walk.

It was embarrassing. Having to tell his co workers that he had gone "hiking" the day before which was the reason it was hard for him to walk.

He had to wear a turtle neck to cover his bruises and unfortunately, there was nothing to use to hide the busted lip he had from Dream biting on it too hard.

"Personally, I thought you looked great."

"You thought that because I had you all over me." George said as he took a sip of his coffee.