maybe i wasn't joking | dreamnotfound smut

ch. 14

The next week was busy. Filled with moving in all of George's stuff, setting up everything and, for once, taking everyone by total surprise, they had a bit of a dry spell.

Dream sighed, stretching on the bed as they finally unpacked and put away the last box. It's been a hell of a week. They haven't really gotten a break as Dream insisted they get everything done so it could just be over with.

"It's so hot," George whined, flopping down beside Dream. It was right at the edge of the summer season, basically boiling with the Florida heat that just refused to settle down for fall quite yet.

Dream rolled his eyes, "You're the one who turned the thermostat up. I like to keep it a fresh 60 degrees (15.5 C) maximum. But, you said you were freezing last night and changed it even though I said you're not allowed to touch it."

"I'm not used to this weather," George grumbled. "And, it was way too cold yesterday, I was literally shaking."

Dream turned over to face the other. "I'm supposed to be the one to warm you up, George. I can make you feel hot and bothered easily, anytime."

George huffed. "Well, can you cool me down now? Cause that's what I need."

Dream reached over, lifting up the other's shirt. "Of course, I have a simple fix. Just take off your clothes, George. That'll cool you down."

George rolled his eyes, squinting over at Dream. "That will definitely backfire and make us both overheat."

Dream gasped in feigned offense. "What do you take me for, George? I'm just trying to help you out, no scandalous ulterior motives. I'm offended you would even think that," he pouted dramatically.

George side-eyed him, his tone having an edge of challenge. "Oh, really? So, you can keep your hands to yourself now, all of the sudden?"

Dream nodded firmly, gaze transfixed on the other as George slowly lifted off his shirt and tossed it on the floor. He cleared his throat, thoughts dropping down deep into the gutter.

"No temptation at all?" George asked, unzipping his pants. Dream took a moment to actually hear those words, his eyes flicking up to the other when he finally did, voice having only a slight shake as he replied, "No, not at all. Like I said, I'm perfectly innocent."

"Hmm," George murmured, sliding his pants off as Dream watched. "Maybe I was too quick to judge you then."

"Yeah, I'm not some horndog, George," Dream scoffed, the bite in his words being lost at how he was in awe that George just stripped right in front of him. Dream was straining to not reach out and touch, grab. When was the last time they had sex again? Dream couldn't remember.

George leaned back on his elbows, showing himself off subtly. He leaned his head to the side, exposing his neck seductively. "I guess it's a little less hot now." He looked over at the other, the corners of his mouth lifting up in a smirk. "Hmm, you look a little warm too, Dream. Need to cool down as well?" George teased.

Dream flushed, George easily noticed how he was.. enthusiastically reacting to, for a lack of a better description, GeorgeNotClothed. But, this was a little game and Dream didn't want to break first.

"Nah, I think I'm good. I don't feel hot at all."

George quirked his eyebrow. "Really?" he said lowly, reaching over and picking up Dream's hand. He placed the other's palm on his chest, slowly guiding it over his skin. "How about now?"

Dream swallowed thickly, letting George maneuver his hand over his body. All he wanted was to get out of his clothes and get in George. But, he didn't know if the other was just teasing him and would pull away as soon as Dream tried something.