Dnf Oneshots

Back Against The Wall

Cw: This story includes very intense smut. Stay safe and enjoy!

POV: 3rd person

George's soft lips, his smile, and those perfect, rosy cheeks were all Dream could think about on the long flight to the UK. He had been looking forward to this trip for months, so when he finally got off his plane and saw George, it was understandable when he screeched with excitement.

"GEORGE!!"
"DREAM!!"
The two idiots ran full blast at each other, Dream pulling George into a tight hug and spinning around once to break the momentum the two of them created when they practically tackled each other. George started giggling uncontrollably, and it wasn't long until Dream laughed along with him. "You're actually here! Like really— here! And I'm- hugging you! It doesn't feel real." George squealed with excitement, absolutely giddy. Dream laughed, squeezing George tighter and nodding in his response. "Yep! I'm here! Real as can be."

George gave Dream once last squeeze, before finally stepping back. He had the biggest grin on his face Dream had ever seen and it made butterflies erupt in his stomach. George's voice brought him back down to earth. "You ready to head out to the car? It's a long drive to my house." Dream nodded, unable to remove the smile from his face as George eagerly took his hand and practically dragged the 6"3 man out of the airport. Thank god Dream didn't need to stop by baggage claim.

When they got to George's car, Dream looked it up and down curiously. The car was a dark navy blue and Dream couldn't help but take note that the back seat of the car was particularly spacious. Jesus fuck, head out of the gutter; he thought to himself, shaking his head roughly as he slid into the passenger side front seat. George got into the drivers side, putting his keys in the ignition. "Do you have a particular music preference? Or is British Radio okay?" Dream snorted, shaking his head. "Please anything but your retched British Radio." George laughed, handing Dream the ox cord. "Alright then, you pick the music." Dream nodded, plugging his phone in and shuffling a random playlist. Heatwaves was the first thing to play and George started laughing his ass off. Dream went red in the face and skipped it quickly. His voice was awkward as he spoke. "Forgot that was in here." George laughed again, backing out of the parking spot. They chatted the whole 45 minutes to George's house. The entire time, the cab was filled with bubbly smiles and goofy laughs.

Finally, they arrived at George's stead. The playlist Dream had picked ended right as George pulled into the driveway and they looked at each other at the exact same time. "Did that really just happen?" They questioned in perfect unison. They froze a second, before bursting out laughing again. "We're Bluetooth! Literally Bluetooth." George giggled over his own words, and Dream just shook his head in light hearted disappointment. "You are so giddy today Jesus Christ. It's like you just won the lottery or something." George grinned, getting out of the car with Dream. He responded as he took Dream's hand and guided him to the front door. "Maybe that's because I have." Dream's face turned a scarlet red, and he turned his gaze away in hopes to hide it. As the front door to George's house clicked open, the two of them stepped inside together.

Dream looked around, taking in the house. The kitchen was to his right, living room to his left. Straight ahead was a hallway which he assumed lead to George's room, his room-to-be, and the bathroom. But then he noticed a fourth door. Where does that one lead? He caught himself wondering. George must have seen his thoughts on his face, because his next words answered the question. "That goes to the upstairs." Dream nodded slowly, spacing out a second as he plopped onto the couch. It was just then he realized how exhausted he was.

George sat down on the couch next to Dream, looking at him curiously. "You look tired. You could nap, you know. I can grab your bags and unpack for you. Then we can just hang out when you wake up again." Dream tilted his head to look down at George, an appreciative smile on his face. "Nah, I'll be alright. But thanks. Who knew you could be so hospitable?" George snorted, bumping Dream playfully in the shoulder. "Normally I'm not. But it is you, after all." He went red a second later, and Dream's eyebrows shot up again. "What does that even mean?" George just looked away, stuttering over his response. "I- nothing. Forget I said it." Dream laughed, poking him teasingly in the cheek. "Cmon, tell me Gogy." George rolled his eyes, pulling his head away from Dream. "No. I don't think I will." Dream laughed, leaning back against the couch again. "You're no fun." George rolled his eyes, leaning back against the couch too. Dream couldn't help but look over to George from the corner of his eye every few minutes, quickly catching himself and looking away before George noticed.