Forced love // dreamnotfound

34

They both did their thing and went to wash their hands at the same time. Very sinchronized.

George looked up from his soapy hands in the mirror. Dream was watching him trough it, kind of creepy. George chuckled at the sight. Straight out of a horror movie.

There was this sticky stain on their table that George of course had to touch, so now he's trying to scrub it off. "Sapnap nailed the high note at the end so goddamn well." Dream almost sounded jealous.

"I thought the same thing, he sounded exactly like Ariana Grande, or like at least a girl." George said that while turning to Dream and shaking his wet hands dry.

Dream leaned over to George and hung his hand around his shoulder. They turned to look in the mirror, with their shoulders attached. George was too drunk to feel scared. Why has he ever been scared? Dream is a friend. His best friend.

"You sang good too. At least better than what you've tried on call." George furrowed his eyebrows and chuckled. Was that a compliment or an insult.

"Well, you sang even better than on call too." Dream grinned at the remark. "Thank you, Georgie." His voice sounded so genuine.

Dream got his hand off of Georges shoulder and turned to look at him. George didn't even get time to fully turn back to Dream when his lips were attached to others.

Dream and George, kissing again, and George not being able to tell wether he wants this or not. Probably did, since he kissed back without even considering it.

Dreams hand went to Georges neck, trying to pull him upwards closer to his high up face. Couldn't say George wanted to stop, he didn't. He liked this. George liked this. Hopefully this isn't just him being drunk. Or even drugged again.

No, this feels better, there isn't a part of him that's yelling inside his brain, begging to stop. Or maybe it was just deleted by alcohol.

Dream just couldn't help but push George closer to himself, finally having his greatest pet love him back. Their tongues swirled and danced together, loving the feeling of being back to each other.

George finally put himself in there, actually lifting up his hands and touching Dream, wrapping around the tallers waist. They should get some air now, or just go back, Sapnap could come in any second.

But they were in it too deeply, not being able to get off each other. It's not like there's been any romantic connection before, more like the opposite.

It felt so right and good to be this close up, their lips should always be connected, always be this full of all this lust.

Dream was even the one to stop and pull away. Both were out of breath.

"George..." Dream just watched him, still very close up and heavenly smiling. He had the smile of an angel, or a God.

They finally separated their bodies, stepping backwards a few steps. George was just grinning like an idiot and watching the ground. He was acting like a schoolboy around his crush.

They walked out. It had been more than seven minutes for sure. "Finally, was about to go see if you're having sex in there or something." George and Dream both guiltily chuckled.

"George wanted me to sing some more, the acoustics in there were fire." Dream of course glanced at George grinning. "I think you have to go over there and sing another song in fact." George pointed to the lonely microphone, already seeing the disagreement in Dreams face.

"I'm good, Georgie." Dream shook his head, but then Sapnap joined George. "Yeah, why do you sing extra for George and not for me? You could sing, George could close his ears, and then we'd be good, cause I will have heard the same amount as George." Well, not really true, but Dream was good with this plan.

"And you get to choose the song, lucky man." Dream hovered in front of Sapnap, ready to run and register his song. "What'd you sing for George in the bathroom?" Dream quickly looked up at George.

"Uh, Ci...garette Daydreams." The first song to pop in his mind. "Well, then that one, obviously." They fist-bumped and Dream ran off.

Sapnap turned to George who was still watching Sapnap, holding in some good laughs. "Cover your ears." George rolled his eyes and put his hands up.

"Alright." Dream said in the mic, trying to set it back up after it was lowered to like a toddlers height. The music was already playing, but he was still struggling. Right when the first words needed to be sung, he was back in the game.

He took a deep, quick breath and let it out in words "Did you stand there all alone? Oh, I cannot explain what's goin' down." George still had his ears covered up, and eyes narrowed at the table in front of him.

He quickly glanced at Dream, who was watching him and Sapnap. Probably just him, but Sapnap wouldn't be able to tell anyways. Right the main melody started playing and Dream had to look away to get serious and sing the high part.

George just knew that he needs to hear this just by how focused and strained Dreams face looked. He let a small gap between his ears and palms. Yes, Dream can sing very well.

"Cigarette daydream, you were only seventeen, soft speak with a mean streak, nearly brought me to my knees." George didn't feel like in love or anything, but his voice was really bringing up some deep emotions.

It was getting to him even trough the alcohol, so beautiful his heart ached. In a sad way, roll up and cry away the fact that life is so hard way.

But then Dream smiled at him again, and his world was bright again. It felt like he finally got his best friend back, even if just for one evening.