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

ch. 13

"How about we go out today, George?"

George immediately looked up at Dream, the words coming out of nowhere, shocking his entire system.

He searched Dream's face for any indication that this was a joke, but, found none. "Like, just us?"

Dream rolled his eyes. "Obviously, since Sapnap is off with Karl today."

"Oh yeah. But, yes, I want to. Where are we going?" George eagerly replied, trying to push down his excitement that this was a date, but, the joy still bled through into his words.

Dream smirked. Not a good sign. "Somewhere nice."

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George was quiet in the car that they ordered, taking them to whichever destination Dream had chosen.

His breathing was uneven and anxious. Sweating nervously at the knowledge that only him and Dream knew at this moment, the actual reason the other decided to take them on this outing.

There was a vibrator inside him.

Luckily, it wasn't on at the moment, the car was just a little bit too silent to not draw attention to it, but, the fact it was there was enough.

Dream placed his arm around George soothingly when he saw the worry etch on the other's face. Though, despite that, Dream wanted to turn on the little device right now, just for the unexpectedness of it with how George's mood was.

Maybe he would press closer into Dream, trying to hide his embarrassed face, attempt to keep any noises muffled as he clung tightly to Dream, whispering to tell him to turn it off without the driver being able to overhear.

But, it would be a little too mean, and Dream didn't want George to be completely uncomfortable. This was new, Dream had to ease him into it, even if he wanted to mess with George.

His reactions would just be so fun, Dream knew. They always were.

Dream brushed softly over George's face with his thumb, leaning down to whisper in his ear, "You okay?"

George nodded, blush covering his cheeks. He blew out a slow breath, calming his nerves slightly. Even with these circumstances, he knew he could always trust Dream.

Despite this experience being so anxiety inducing, George was appeased just having Dream close, having him in control.

Further than that, George had to admit he liked this.

He liked how Dream was showing off, in public, that George was his. Going even so far to mark his claim, placing something inside George that showed who he belonged to.

Because of that, and despite that they could get caught, he almost wanted Dream to turn it on.

They pulled up to the restaurant, Dream thanking the driver as he maneuvered George out of the car. He had his hands on him the entire drive, like Dream was on edge at the thought of being parted from George, even for a second, casting wary glances of any passerbys who looked a little too long at George for his comfort.

As they walked inside, George saw that Dream did, in fact, pick somewhere nice. Just high end enough that they dressed up a bit, but, still on the casual side to not be entirely overwhelming.

They were led to a table pretty far in the back, at Dream's request, far away from any other patrons in the restaurant.

Soft music played overhead, filling George's chest with warmth. He glanced over at Dream who sat across from him, a soft smile on his lips.

This was such a nice evening.

Then, George felt something buzz to life inside of him, making him jerk up slightly in surprise, pressing his legs together in embarrassment.