Dsmp OS

Stripper - DNF

Colorful lights shone from every conceivable direction and bathed the room in a soft blueish-purple, while music sounded from the speakers. Slowly, the blond-haired man looked around the building and let his gaze glide over the many people.

A strip club.

He had never entered one before, but Sapnap had dragged him here with him and now he stood there. His best friend walked with him to the bar and ordered them drinks while Dream's eyes continued to take it all in.

Something in the corner of his eye caught his attention, however, a drink was thrust into his hand shortly after.

"Let's sit down over there!" the brown-haired one yelled in his ear over the music, pointing to a seating area that was in a corner of the room. Agreeing, the taller one nodded and together they moved to the sofa.

They talked for a while, sipping their drinks, before Sapnap's gaze slid to a young stripper, watching him. Annoyed, the blond rolled his eyes before taking another sip and pulling out his phone.

He was scrolling through Twitter a bit and replying to some comments when a voice sounded next to his ear.

"It's very rude to look at your phone while I'm doing my best for you, sweetie".

Startled, his gaze slid up to the brown-haired boy grinning playfully at him. Green soul mirrors surveyed the body before him, covered only by tight pants. Delicate, pale skin met him, slender limbs and attractive muscles, of which there were not too many and not too less.

A giggle escaped the stripper. "My eyes are up here, baby boy," a finger gently rested against the blond-haired man's chin, which was pushed up moments later.

Green meets brown.

Intensely, the younger one inspected the face of the young man, who now made himself comfortable in his lap and wrapped his arms around his neck.

"I see you don't really want to be here. Let me sweeten your evening, shall I?" the brown-haired one's soft voice whispered, to which Dream could only nod in a daze.

"Very good~ Eyes on me, got it?", with those words the smaller one rose again and walked elegantly to the pole that was located on a platform in the middle of the seating area.

Once there, he made eye contact with the green-eyed one and slowly began to move along the pole. His movements captivated the taller one so that his eyes were glued on him. Soon the blond forgot how to breathe, too fixated was he on the man in front of him who moved only for him, triggering something in him that he had never felt before.

It was not what many would think now. He didn't get hard or anything like that, however he admired the brown haired one and then there was something... else that he couldn't quite figure.

But his thoughts were quickly interrupted as the smaller one came closer to him and made himself once again comfortable in his lap. Soft hands stroked through the younger's hair as light as a feather, while the brown-eyed one's voice sounded a low, enthusiastic growl.

"You have beautiful hair, sweetie"

Barely audible, the taller one couldn't help but laugh before making eye contact with the stripper. "Tell me, how did I earn the honor of getting my very own show?"

Grinning, the older stared into the green eyes. "You looked so lost. So I thought I could give you a little fun after all. And apparently that worked out, huh?"

"Definitely... May I ask your name?" he looked curiously at the handsome man.

"George. What's yours?"

"Call me Clay," a smile graced the younger's lips. George was a nice name, he liked that. "Well George, may I ask for your number so we can do something together sometime?"

The shorter of the two stared at his counterpart for a few seconds. His number to do something with him sometime? That's what such an attractive man asks him? Well, he couldn't say no to that. So he happily gave his number to the blond and chatted with him for a while before reluctantly getting back to work.

Dream, meanwhile, watched him intently, letting a few drinks disappear into his stomach until Sapnap eventually came back to him.

His brown hair was disheveled, his clothes rumpled, and he seemed quite out of breath. Questioningly, the green-eyed man raised an eyebrow, but decided not to ask since he could almost guess.

After all, he saw in the corner of his eye earlier how his friend had disappeared with one of the strippers.

His gaze was glued to the body of George again shortly after, who was looking at him with a grin, trying much harder than usual just to make the blond-haired man speechless. And how well that worked, Dream noticed only when his drink was empty again and his mouth was open so that some drool slowly ran down his chin.

A quick blink later and the brown-haired one was standing in front of him again, gently closing his counterpart's mouth and letting his tongue wander over the taller one's chin to keep the drool from dripping onto the fancy black shirt, which was tight against the blond's muscular body.

"Careful, sweetie. You don't wanna drool all over your shirt, do you?" a teasing grin graced the smaller one's full lips. He was fully aware of what his actions were doing to Dream, but this was the first time he actually really wanted the attention from a person. He wanted to feel the beautiful green eyes on him, hear the raspy voice next to his ear, and feel the large hands on his body.

"Sorry Georgie, you're just too pretty," the younger returned the grin, hoping nobody would notice how the brown-eyed one was all over his head, already a bit woozy from the alcohol.

Satisfied, he noticed that a slight blush was spreading on the brown-headed man's cheeks.

Because for George, it wasn't just simple words that many people already said to him; Dream wasn't one of many, he was special. The smaller one's heart beat a little faster at the compliment, his stomach tingled like crazy and he felt the need to cling to the larger one and never let go.
He wanted only Dream to see his body exposed like this, wanted to be held and protected by the strong arms.
He wanted to finally find peace and not waste his life as a stripper.
He wanted to finally come to a rest.
And in the blond he saw this peace.

That was the reason why he sat down on his lap and snuggled against his muscular chest; something he had never done before.
But the green-eyed one understood.
Despite all the alcohol, he didn't start getting weird or started flirting with the older one, but carefully wrapped his arms around the boy on his lap and gently hugged him.

George was finally able to relax, exhaling calmly and enjoying the unaccustomed tenderness.

And then he realized; he had fallen for the blond, handsome man who had accidentally wandered through the door into the strip club and sat down.

Maybe it was fate that they had met each other?