Happy new years
Over the span of the rest of the week, Dream and George did actually quickly bond.
'George! I need help! Not just messing around!' Dream managed to say between wheezes.
As of now George was tutoring Dream, and he wouldn't stop messing around and jokingly bullying Dream.
'Okay, okay. So, you have to...'
George smiled as he got out of Dream's car and walked up to his porch and inside, Dream following after. He knew his dad wouldn't be here today, gone for a visit in the mountains with his brother.
So only George and Wilbur would be here, and Wilbur was hardly ever there. He slid off his shoes, Dream doing the same. They went upstairs and into George's room, getting in bed and simply just turning on a movie. A-X-L
As the movie played, Dream brought George closer, and George allowed the cuddles.
George could only be so still for so long, and eventually started to move every few minutes. The more he moved the more he rubbed on Dream. 'Dream whatever you have in your pockets take it out, it's rubbing against me.'
'Blue I have nothing in my pockets.'
George's face turned red. Dream grabbed George's face and turned it towards his. He planted a light kiss on George's lips, and a light kiss quickly turned to a deep passionate kiss. Dream pressed his knee in between George's legs, causing him to moan. Dream took the opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth. George started to whimper, 'Dream' Dream looked at George, 'what is it blue?' George looked up at Dream with his brown eyes. Even though he wasn't speaking, Dream could tell that George wasn't ready. 'It's alright Blue'
He got off George, instead just cuddling him again. George buried his face into the crook of his neck, and eventually they both fell asleep, not a care in the world.
George woke up with his leg hiked up on Dream's, his arms holding Dream's torso, and his head on Dream's chest. Instead of getting up like he usually would, he stayed. He was comfortable, and he didn't want to wake up Dream. He allowed his thoughts to take him away mentally.
His thoughts were interrupted by someone charging up the stairs. He scrambled up, and was just about to lock the door when Wilbur barged in. They immediately locked eyes. But the intense eye contact was broken when he looked at the bed. Of course, there he saw Dream, fast asleep. Wilbur looked back at George, then at Dream. 'Really? Him?'
'Don't tell dad, please.' 'I won't, but, please tell me you didn't..do anything?' 'Wilbur! You sicko!' He shoved him out of his room, all while Wilbur just laughed.
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