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

ch. 6

Things never really cooled down with George and Dream ever since it started. If anything, Dream was coming on to George more often than not, barely waiting for Sapnap to go to sleep most nights.

Still, in the over three months since they've been fucking, not once had it been discussed what they were and why Dream was doing all this in the first place. George was beginning to feel a little frustrated at how little progress he'd been able to make, how he planned to do so much more to make Dream realize all his feelings and shit.

George didn't make much headway, the only thing of significance to report was one time Dream stroked his back for just a moment, soothing George after fucking him until he cried, yet again.

But, then Dream pushed George off of him and left, so, kinda a win-lose situation that made George have the most mixed emotions in his life, his eyes filled with bitter and happy tears at the same time.

He felt like everything was a whirlwind, Dream's actions and words confusing him, finding himself craving the only form of affection Dream would offer, sex.

That didn't help things, though. George was just falling for Dream even harder, and everything he did was clouded in a rose colored glasses haze. And George was already colorblind.

They were just not moving forward in any kind of direction, stalling at this place where George wondered they might stay stuck at.

As annoying as it was, George could be satisfied as, at least, still Dream wanted his body.

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George was less enthusiast than usual today, Dream could tell. He was just laying there, taking it passively, casting wistful, longing glances at Dream when he thought the other wasn't looking.

Damn, was George already getting bored of him?

That thought made Dream prick with heated offense, was George really not satisfied? He could bring up the issue instead of looking like, in Dream's view at least, that George would be rather be doing anything else than being here, having sex with Dream.

Okay, maybe Dream was overreacting a teensy bit, because, George's out of ordinary attitude definitely knocked him down a peg, but, whatever, he would make George be interested again.

If he wanted some spice, he'd get some fucking spice.

"Do you not want to do it today, George?" Dream said, reproachfully, carefully watching how the other would respond.

George, closed his eyes for a moment, taken aback by the unexpected question, looking up at Dream, confused. "No.. why wouldn't I? And, I think we're already doing it, can't you tell?" he replied, pointing down at where Dream was currently inside of him.

Dream rolled his eyes, slamming into George for his smartass remark, making him yelp. "Yes, I can see that. It just doesn't seem like you like it at all. Something wrong with my dick, is that it?"

George shook his head, immediately stammering his reassurances. "No! Obviously not! Your dick is perfect."

Dream chuckled at that, George's face turning bright red, embarrassed that he blurted that out.

"Is it now? But, by the way you're acting, my 'perfect' dick doesn't seem to be enough for you today," Dream sighed, pulling out of George.

"Noo," George whined, tugging at Dream's shoulders. "Put it back in."

Dream just shook his head, getting off the bed as George pouted. But, to George's pleasant surprise, he didn't leave, instead going to George's dresser.

Dream dug through one of the drawers, George's eyes widening as he realized what he kept in that there, all his sex toys he used on himself before Dream started their sexcapade.