LOVE LOCKDOWN (dnf + karlnap)

4: I Hear A Symphony

"Rope bunny?"

George groaned and shoved Dream, making his left side bump into the car door.

They were sitting in Dream's car, parked just a few blocks away from the school. There was an empty bag of McDonald's on the floor, and two styrofoam cups in the cup holders.

Dream had George's phone in his hand, looking over his BDSM test results.

"You like being tied up?" Dream asked, smirking at George.

George shrugged. "I guess? I mean, I dunno. But I think it would be cool. Yeah?"

Dream hummed, studying his boyfriend's face closely. "Did you think about that when you bought your bed frame?"

"Dream!"

- wasn't wrong, per se. George's bed frame was sturdy - made out of wood - and had more than a few vertical bars carved out for decoration in the headboard. It was... quite fitting for when you needed to tie someone up.

"What?" Dream laughed. "You know exactly what I mean."

"I chose that bed when I was, like, fifteen!"

"Fifteen-year-olds have sexual desires, too!"

"Ew, ew, ew. You- shut up," George groaned, leaning back in his seat.

Silence fell over the car.

George glanced at the time - 4:23. Dream had to leave soon. For a football game. George cringed at himself. How the hell did he end up dating the fucking quarterback?

Dream, who was still studying George's test results, suddenly laughed.

"Jesus- what now?" George asked, turning to face Dream.

"You're quite... predictable. Submissive, rope bunny, degradee... Brat, " Dream said, meeting George's gaze. "You're cute."

The brunet couldn't help the blush that climbed up his neck at Dream's words, and knowing the effect he had on his boyfriend, Dream smirked.

"Just kiss me already," George whined, reaching out and grabbing the blond's shoulders.

"Brat!" Dream laughed, and then he pulled George into a searing kiss.

It was slightly uncomfortable - both of them leaning over the centre console. But it was better than sitting on opposite ends of the cafeteria, sending each other texts along with pining stares.

Three weeks had passed since that faithful closing (Phil had reprimanded them for their lousy cleaning, but he'd been forgiving - seeing as it was Dream's first closing) and George felt like he was walking on clouds and cotton candy, running through fields with flowers brushing against his fingertips.

Except no. Not at all.

Dating Dream in secret was like a walk in new Doc Martens. Painful for the majority of the time, comfortable if you shift just right, but in the end, the shoes are pretty enough to suffer through the pain. Eventually, the shoe will fit right, it's just a waiting game.

But George hated waiting.

He was jealous of Karl and Niki who held hands in the library and shared drinks like it was nothing. They weren't even dating, but no one would have judged them if they were.

Most of all he was jealous of the girls who openly flirted with Dream. The whole cheerleading team seemed to cream their pants at the mere sight of him, and George hated how they were allowed to be so shamelessly open about it. Draping themselves over him, wearing his letterman and giggling about him behind his back.