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

ch. 8

George's brow furrowed in sleepy confusion, hearing faint noises that were slowly waking him up.

He rubbed his eyes, feeling the mattress dip behind him.

"Georgeeee," Dream called out softly, making George jump slightly in surprise. Before he could respond or even turn around, Dream slid his hands over George, dipping them down low.

George let out a shaky breath as Dream touched him, already getting hard as his hand brushed over George's dick.

"Dream, what..?" George trailed off, squeezing his eyes shut with a gasp as Dream grasped his dick roughly. Sometimes his responsiveness was embarrassing, as Dream had hardly even touched him and yet, here George was, ready and raring to go. And, so soon in the morning, too.

Dream grinned, pleased with how easily he could get George to react. "I had an idea, George," he murmured, slowly jacking him off.

"I-idea?" George questioned breathlessly, light headed from the fact that Dream was giving him a hand job right now, so out of the blue.

"Well," Dream mused, "It was more of a dream that I had," he explained, scraping his teeth over George's exposed neck, making him shiver. That admission made George feel warm, Dream was.... dreaming about him. Firstly, haha. Secondly, Dream must have George on his thoughts a lot if he had a dream that involved what they were doing now.

George smiled, his heart fluttering in his chest. "Oh? You dreamt about me?"

Dream rolled his eyes, he probably should have expected this reaction. George was weak to any sappy stuff Dream ever said, which, happened pretty much never. He should use it to his advantage more, actually. "Yeah, yeah. Don't go reading into it."

George was going to politely completely ignore that warning, planning on doing an in depth study on that information. But, right now, his thoughts were quickly dispelling, the hand on his dick picking up the pace.

As he neared closer, George panted, still a soft smile on his lips. Man, what a pleasant way to wake up this morning.

That was, until Dream completely stopped, just holding onto George's dick, unmoving, keeping the other from getting off.

George tried to move his hips up, frustrated at the sudden halt. "Dreeamm," he whined, turning his pouting face to look at over at the other.

Dream's face was very close, not expecting George to turn around. His eye's widened for a moment, seeing the desperate look over George's features, the slight unkemptness and lustful haze one has in situation like this made Dream utterly distracted, his gaze flitting over all of George's features. Something about this, how George just wanted him so bad made Dream..

He quickly pushed the thoughts away, his face smoothing out to the usual casual nonchalantness. "This is how it goes, George. I touch you, get you close, then stop, so, you're all nice and edged for me. And, most importantly, you're not allowed to finish yourself off."

George whined, his head dropping back down onto his pillow. "You're so mean."

"Hey," Dream scolded, his tone still light, "If you say that then this won't just last one day."

George whimpered, "A whole day?"

Dream's voice hardened, going cold as he removed himself from George. It wasn't actually a big deal if George didn't want to do it, Dream didn't know why he was getting so defensive. He was just excited about it, literally running over to George's room as soon as he woke up.

It was just, George never did this, putting up these complaints that just made Dream feel bad, like the other wasn't into it or him at all.

"Do you not want to do it, then? Fine, sure, I don't care just do whatever you want-"