i don't want you to like me | dreamnotfound smut

ch. 3

George didn't try to kiss Dream after his first, and only, attempt the other night. He probably did it too soon, not waiting until Dream was more comfortable was probably going to make any affection off limits for longer. George was pretty patient, though. It was just so weird how a kiss was too much as if they didn't have sex multiple times a week.

George wasn't planning on psychoanalysing Dream and trying to find out his true intentions or feelings. To be honest, he probably didn't want to know what Dream was thinking. For now, George was just enjoying what they had currently.

After all those years of desire, George had Dream now, in reality, not only just able to fuck him, but, have sex consistently. No matter how much they did it, George always wanted more, finding himself becoming insatiable, to have them keep going until they couldn't anymore.

He grinned, wondering what Dream would do to him next. Was he really going to push George like he said? And what would that entail?

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At this point, George having moved in over three months ago, after all the initial meetings and chaos that ensued, they all pretty much did their own thing  now.

Obviously, all of them hung out a lot, usually having dinner together and then watching a movie or show after. Maybe going out on occasion, and, of course, streaming or making videos with each other as always.

It definitely felt like more of a roommates who hung out situation more than anything. Though, that wasn't a bad thing as George liked staying in his room, where he was safe.

Sapnap would sometimes call them both out of their respective rooms if he made plans or wanted to socialize. Dream and George always complied too, and had fun doing it.

Unfortunately, with all this new raging horniness, it was becoming more difficult for George to look at Dream and not have all the sex memories come flooding into his mind. Usually, he dismissed them immediately. But, every so often, George would get caught up on the way Dream's mouth turned up into a smirk, or the way his hands gripped something that showed off his defined veins and muscles, or even just Dream's voice dipping low when he was being serious.

George would catch himself staring, not able to tear his eyes away as he fantasized about that smirk when Dream put his dick inside him, the strong hands holding George down, and the low voice spewing obscenities when Dream finished inside him.

Somehow, every time George let these thoughts drag out for a little too long, as much as he tried to stop them, Dream would notice and give him this look.

A look of 'I know what you're thinking about and I don't like it.' And if George wasn't already turned on, that definitely solidified it.

George would very casually cover up his erection, and Dream would take care of it later on that night.

This was one of those days.

George was going insane as he waited for Dream to come fuck him. After he accidentally got hard looking at Dream as they watched a movie, sitting closer together than usual, it didn't go away as it usually did, making him feel awkward as he tried to hide the bulge in his pants. Of course, Dream brushing a hand over his knee did not help in the slightest, making George have to keep himself from shivering at such an innocent touch.

George then anxiously waited for the show to be over, not actually taking in a single thing that happened. As soon as it ended, he excused himself, quickly walking to his room.

George closed the door, leaning his back against it, and stroked himself over his pants.

He was extremely riled up, panting as he dipped his hand under the waistband to jerk himself off. After a few strokes, he stopped.