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

ch. 10

George was bored, just mindlessly clicking through stuff on his computer, not feeling the greatest today.

He probably should be used to all the casual rejection from Dream by now, but, George still felt that twinge of hurt at what Dream said last night, that kissing didn't mean anything.

George was sure Dream was lying, he wouldn't even let them kiss in the beginning, so, something must have changed.

How couldn't the kisses, especially the first one, not have any meaning. Just going by Dream's reaction, how he had gotten so flustered, something George had never seen him express, was definitely an indication of Dream's ever complicating attitude towards him.

Like, seriously, Dream wasn't the type of person to continue this type of relationship with one of his best friends if he thought it was going to end badly.

Dream surely would have stopped it as a one-time thing after coming to his senses that next morning when George had first sucked his dick, immediately dissolving the whole thing if he decided they never even had a chance.

Still, George didn't know how long he was going to have to wait until Dream finally got through all his bullshit and let George in. Like, what the fuck? George would be a damn good boyfriend, Dream, geez, he wouldn't even let him try.

George blew out a long sigh at his frustration. He just needed to let Dream figure himself out or whatever, replace any of the stinging words with meaningless sex with him. Yeah, that would definitely help..

Last night, George also did something he rarely ever did, and locked his door. That had only been done probably twice before, once on accident and the other because George literally couldn't handle any more sex that particular day, deciding to bar Dream out entirely as he probably would go another round if Dream asked.

But, this time, it was because George fell into a bit of a spiral, wondering if this was all worth it, that if all this time he spent with Dream was actually going to mean anything.

In the morning, George felt a little silly about it, definitely being over dramatic as he agreed to this whole friends with benefits thing and even he himself was a little scared to go into anything more official with Dream right now. They were safe in this sort of bubble, sneaking around and doing whatever they wanted with no labels. George didn't want that to have to end and have to deal with so many emotions and feelings.

Maybe Dream was onto something, George had to admit, since they could stay in this state without any worries about their future or telling their friends or having to figure out if they were going to stay together permanently.

And, especially what would happen if they got together and then broke up.

He tried not to dwell too much on all that.

So, he just unlocked his door, pushing away all the other thoughts, George contemplating instead on whether or not Dream attempted to get in his room the previous night, since the other didn't say anything about it.

Of course, he wasn't going to ask, avoiding any confrontation right now, but, with kissing now on the table, George just couldn't stop himself from wanting it so badly, to forget about any other problems and have Dream fuck and kiss all those pesky worries away.

George brushed his fingers over his lips, recalling the feeling of Dream's pressed on his.

It was all just way too good to give up, not when they've already come so far.

They might have this whole messy relationship, but, at least it was theirs. George could just be happy with that for right now and everything could just work out eventually, it just seemed a bit hopeless now and-