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

ch. 5

It started with Dream following George into the shower, not giving him a moment of peace after spit roasting him out in the living room. And, Dream continued to remain in George's space until the next morning, neither of them getting a second of sleep.

George was surprised when Dream walked into the bathroom, his arms still caught in his shirt, turning around when he heard the door open.

"Oh, um. I'm in here," George spoke up nervously when Dream didn't say anything.

Dream chuckled, "I know. That's kinda why I came in. Thought we could shower together today. Think of it as a little treat."

George had absolutely no qualms against that, eagerly watching as Dream climbed into the shower after him. He was always full of surprises, I mean, shower sex was not something George would turn down.

But, after a few minutes, it became clear that Dream intended on just showering, making George just a little disappointed. He felt Dream's gaze on his back as he turned to face the warm water.

George's breathing was nervous and uneven, feeling awkward as he showered with Dream as his audience. The space was pretty small and intimate. Showering together felt much more like something a couple would do, which they were not.

At this point, George thought of them as friends with benefits or fuckbuddies. But, with Dream lately and now this, it seemed like they could be turning toward perhaps a real relationship. Which is what George craved, a confirmation of Dream and him being exclusive, and having something more than just sex.

Not that George didn't like the sex, no, far from it. It was just that sex was all there was. A purely physical relationship with absolutely no affection. But, saying anything now about feelings would surely backfire for George. It would just take some more time. Hopefully in the next few months, progress could be made on capturing Dream's heart.

He was just down so bad. They were already doing so much, it wasn't like they couldn't easily date at this point, Dream was just so complicated and always had to have things his own certain way.

They were only allowed to do this, for now, and George was fine with that, like, the sex was great, far too good to quit over such trivial matters of 'what are we'.

Getting back to the shower scene, George hurriedly washed up, wanting to be out of the shower as soon as possible. Dream wasn't helping, sliding his fingers across George's side, making him shiver.

"You like it when I touch you, George?" he murmured, pleased with George's reactions.

"Yeah," George breathed, feeling a little light-headed. Dream's touch was so much softer than usual, his words so open.

Dream pinched George's waist, making him jump slightly. Of course, Dream couldn't be gentle for too long. "Even if it's rough? Or if it hurts?"

George nodded, looking down in embarrassment.

Dream chuckled, dipping his chin to rest on George's shoulder. "And, why is that? Got a pain kink or something?"

"No, it's not like that," George explained, flustered, "It's just, like, it doesn't matter what you do, everything always... feels good."

"So, it is just about me, specifically, hmm. And, you've really liked every single I've done to you at this point? Not only that, you want me to do even more?" Dream said, voice low and warm.

George shifted slightly. "Well, yes. Why do you think I've never told you to stop?"

Dream hummed at that, considering. "I dunno, but, the fact that you like it makes things easier."