~detention~
me and George's eyes meet. a glare of death is shot across the room. god how i hate his face.
that soft, beautiful face.
the silence is broken when the teacher enters the room.
"dream, George. I see you two have already met."
George gives a slight nod and i let out a small grumble of conformation. she looks back and fourth between us, noticing the tension.
"well then... you boys don't get into any trouble. ill be back in an hour." she said before leaving, and locking the classroom.
"what is your fucking problem?" i said annoyingly,
"my problem? your the one that won't ever leave me alone" he said turning his head to me with a cheeky smirk on his face.
"its not my fault your everywhere!" i said breaking the eye contact.
"what did i ever do to you to make me hate you so much?!?!?!" he said almost yelling.
"your a fag who wont stop staring at me" i said still refusing to look into his eyes.
his beautiful brown eyes
"so?, i look at you because i fucking hate you, and you never leave me alone?!? your the one whos probably in love with me!!" he yelled with frustration
I couldn't take it any more, my anger got the best of me. i walked up to him in rage and pushed him to the wall by his shoulder. I finally made eye contact looking down at the shorter boy, whos glance softened and a light blush spread across his face. i began to realize the position we were in, my face glowing red. I couldn't help but glance down at his lips as silence filled the room. i saw as he did the same, glancing down at my lips. I started to slowly lean into the boys pretty face before we finally connected our lips.
the kiss started out slow and innocent, but the rhythm of our lips began to het faster and more aggressive. i began kissing down Georges neck, i could feel him tilt his head back giving me more room to kiss him. i couldn't stop myself as i started unbuttoning his shirt, making my way down his body with my lips.
I wanted it, I wanted it so fucking bad
as i finally met his waistline, putting my hands on the base of his trousers. i looked up at him with a desperate look in my eye looking for consent, almost instantly he nodded his head aggressively. i began to unbuckle his belt pulling down his pants, following with his boxers. right in front of my eyes was a hard, throbbing cock waiting to be touched. i had almost drooled at the sight, before i began to slowly lick his tip.
i heard him groan in pleasure which was a sign for me to keep going. i stated of slow, putting the entirety of his cock in my mouth. George began letting out soft moans, and each time he did i stated going faster. moving my head back and fourth with a hand firmly grabbing my dirty blond locks. i saw him jerk his head back in pleasure before muffling out the words...
"m-milk m-me"
i pulled my head away from his cock, putting my hand on it instead, looking up at the flustered boy with a desperate face. i pumped my hand on his hard dick faster than before, before he let out his biggest, and loudest moan yet. cum spilling out onto my hand, the boy looked down at me panting. i began to lick the boys cum off of my hand not breaking the eye contact with the boy.
after About a minute of just looking onto each others eyes panting. George finally began to put his clothes back on. dream collapsed onto the floor and just after George sat right beside him. after George had finally caught his breath, he got up and sat back down at the desk. i was confused, is he just going to pretend that never happened? they sat there in silence until the teacher came back to let them go. George almost immediately got up and started walking toward me, who was still sitting on the floor. a she approached me he had an unreadable look on his face. once he had finally came up to me, he simply gave me a piece of paper and left.
once i was out of the classroom i unfolded the paper the pretty brunette had given me, on it was a phone number.
George's number
Authors note:
don't come at me for this its a joke
i will continue the story tho lmfao
im so sorry for this
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Milking//DNF
Non-Fictioncream. + balls. ft. dream and George dream "hates" George, but as we later find out, it's all to cover up his undeniable urge to make George his.