"George. Relax." Dream mumbled, casually scrolling through Twitter as he spoke. "Didn't think when you said you had anxiety it would be this bad," He chuckled.
George shook his head and pinched Dream's arm.
"What's your problem?!" Dream groaned, now rubbing where the sharp pain emitted from.
"Maybe you'll learn to believe me." George shrugged, jumping when he heard the café door chime.
Dream immediately walked over and hugged his sister, chatting briefly as he showed her to the table.
"George, this is Jackie. Jackie, this is George." Dream introduced, sitting next to George as Jackie sat on the opposite side.
"Nice to meet you, George." Jackie smiled.
"You as well." George responded.
"I'm gonna go get us some drinks," Dream said, walking over to the front counter. Jackie crossed her arms and gave George a subtle glare.
"What are your intentions with my brother, then?" She asked rather passive aggressively.
"What-?"
"He's told me about you. Can't shut up, actually. You're very... confident.."
"Did you think for maybe just a second that it could just be my personality?" George snapped.
"Damn, you are feisty. You like my brother?" She asked, catching George a bit off-guard.
"I... uhm-" Jackie held her hand up.
"You do. You like him!" Her personality changed considerably and she was now much nicer.
"I mean... a little." George mumbled, his confidence being drained.
"Nah you're in love! I think he likes you too. You've challenged him in a way no one else has."
"What's that supposed to mean?" George asked.
"It's a good thing. Don't get your panties in a twist." Jackie chuckled, dropping the conversation when Dream came back over.
An hour passed and Jackie had left. It was once again just the two of them.
"She was nice." George said. Dream nodded in response and took a sip of his drink.
"What's the next thing on your list?" Dream asked, mentally crossing off 'see Jackie more' from his own list.
"Uh..." George grabbed his phone and checked. "Live without my phone for twenty four hours. That's gonna suck..." He mumbled.
"I can do it with you! It'll make it less lonely," Dream chuckled. He turned the screen of his phone towards George and shut it off. George chuckled, following suit and the two put their phones in a bag. "Alright. 1:53 pm tomorrow is when we can get them back!" Dream chuckled.
"It's a good day for a sleepover then, no?" George asked softly. "I have alcohol at my place..." He smiled innocently.
Dream gulped, remembering what happened last time they were drunk. The two hadn't talked about the kiss since then and by the looks of it, neither planned on bringing it up.
"Yeah I'm down," Dream answered hesitantly.
"Lets go! This is the first time you're seeing my place!" George exclaimed, pulling Dream out the door.
"It is, yeah." Dream chuckled, trailing behind George.
They arrived at a tall apartment building and George waved at the front desk person.
"Use protection, G." She smirked.
"No promises!" George called back, sending her a wink before dragging Dream into the elevator.
He pressed the number twenty-one and sighed. A small smirk fell onto his face when he saw Dream's blush.
"Don't worry, Dream. We won't fuck." The elevator chimed and the door opened directly into his apartment. "Not yet, anyway." George shrugged, giggling as he sat on the couch.
Dream shook his head and followed after, looking around.
"Damn you're like- rich rich, huh?" Dream asked. George gave a nod.
"I'm pretty well off I'd say. Porn does great things."
Dream knew it first hand. He was extremely well off, himself. He was just never one to flaunt or brag.
"That it does," Dream chuckled joining George on the couch.
"How early is too early to get blackout drunk-?" George asked softly, tracing the back of Dream's hand.
"I'd day no earlier than noon." Dream chuckled.
George jumped up, somehow full of energy and Dream once again trailed after. They made it to what Dream assumed was a cellar filled to the brim with unnecessarily expensive alcoholic beverages. He was correct, to no one's surprise.
George handed him a bottle of something random, taking one for himself as well.
"You can drink the whole thing if you want. No rules!" George said, taking a long drink of his own.
Two hours passed and the two had successfully gotten shit-face drunk. They were dancing in the livingroom and giggling about.
Dream fell onto the couch and pulled George into his lap, something he could never do sober.
George giggled and like instinct, began kissing Dream's neck.
"You know..." George started in-between kisses. "I am a pornstar. I give killer lap dances..."
Dream nodded in response and pulled George's face up to meet his. The gap was closed within seconds as George began moving his hips.
The two Madd out for a long while, somehow being sober enough to know going further was a bad idea. They stopped only after both had a considerable amount of hickies coating the skin.
"Damn..." Dream panted once they finally pulled away.
"Yeah..." George responded, resting his head on Dream's shoulder. He was asleep within seconds.
"Shut... you never told me where your room was..." He mumbled, earning himself a tired point in a random direction from George. He chuckled and picked George up, walking to the bedroom. "God you're pretty," Dream mumbled.
He set George on the bed and set up a spot for himself on the floor.
"Goodnight, lover boy," He said, turning off the light before getting comfortable and allowing himself to fall asleep.
[A/n: Little make-out sesh never hurt anyone... lmao]
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