[A/n: They're really horny in this chapter... enjoy 😏]
Dream helped George into the car after leaving the hospital and thanked the nurse that walked them out.
"You know I have a concussion and I'm not helpless, right?" George asked, referring to Dream opening his door for him.
"Did I say you were helpless? Maybe I was just trying to be a gentleman," Dream countered.
"We've made out drunk. Twice. Wouldn't call that very gentleman like," George chuckled.
"Glad to see your brain injury didn't take your sass away."
"Oh this is hardly sass," George said, rolling his eyes.
"Roll em further, maybe you'll find a brain."
"Ouch. When did you get so aggressive?"
"I'm sex deprived, what can I say?" Dream chuckled.
"We had sex like- a few weeks ago, didn't we?" George chuckled.
"Damn. Not good enough for you to fully remember?" Dream asked.
"Oh, come on. I was drunk."
"So was I and I remember everything. Every. Little. Noise."
"I-" George blushed, taking just a moment to re-gain his sass. "I bet you wish you could do it over and over again, don't you?" He smirked, getting no answer from Dream. "Thats what I thought. Think before you speak, pretty boy."
They sat in silence for a bit, Dream's hand finding his friend's.
"Maybe I do. What's so bad about that?" Dream mumbled, the mood changing.
"Nothing. But you gotta be able to keep up with your mouth, Dream. Don't say things you're scared to do."
"I'm not scared," Dream scoffed.
"Then what's stopping you?"
"We aren't together." Dream answered. "If I'm gonna fuck you, I wanna do it right." Dream smirked.
"Are you asking me out, love?"
"Maybe I am. What do you say?"
"I say... let's do it."
Dream's hand grasped the wheel and he put the car into drive, driving to the all too familiar café.
They sat at their usual table, conversing the same they would any other day.
"We've been on dates the entire time," Dream chuckled. "This is literally just what we always do."
"Who's fault is that?"
"Mine- but, no. I'm saying that this entire time... We've basically been dating."
"We have. I realized that a while ago," George scoffed.
"No way."
"Yes, way. You really think normal friends with zero romantic feelings hang out every day and make jokes about fucking eachother?"
"Yes-?" Dream asked.
"Thats just the straight in you." George sighed, a chuckle falling from his mouth. "If we've been dating this entire time, doesn't that make us boyfriends already?"
"I mean, no? I don't know I'm bad at this." Dream mumbled.
"I'll help you out, then," George answered. "Will you be my boyfriend so we can fuck regularly without it being super weird afterwards?" He asked.
"I- yeah. Yeah I will." Dream smirked, realizing what he had just agreed to.
"Nice," George said, pulling out his bucket list and crossing something out. "Done."
"Was us dating on your bucket list?" Dream asked, recieving a small nod from George.
"And now, I'll replace it with 'Marry Dream.' You see how that works?"
"Damn, thinking about marriage already?" Dream chuckled.
"I've been thinking about marriage since day one." George replied, showing Dream an abnormally small line of text on the list that, sure enough, said 'marry Dream.'
"Thats a little cringey, don't you think?" Dream asked. George shrugged in response.
"Maybe. Atleast now we can make a film together," George smirked, pulling his phone out.
"Who are you texting?"
"My boss." George stated matter-of-factly. He chuckled when Dream nearly choked on his drink. "Unless... you don't want to fuck me for my viewers?" Dream immediately shook his head.
"No. I definitely do. How soon can we do it?" He asked.
"Uhmmm..." George looked at his phone as it buzzed and smirked. "Tomorrow sound okay?" He asked, recieving another enthusiastic nod from Dream. "You're lucky my boss loves me. It's not standard practice to let casting directors fuck the stars."
"Thats bullshit..." Dream answered, earning a confused look from George. "Ive- I've heard of it happening before." He stuttered.
"You've fucked a porn star before me? I'm hurt. I was supposed to be your first..."
"You are." Dream mumbled. "He blew me. That's as far as it went."
"He?"
Dream nodded.
"You're freakier than I thought. Hm. Hypothetically, if one wanted to... watch the tape, where would one... find it?" George asked.
"It was never published. I have one of two copies at my place."
"Okay." George shrugged, standing up and grabbing his jacket. He started walking and turned around to see Dream hadn't moved. "Let's go!" He snapped slightly, catching Dream by surprise.
"Uh- where are we going? I thought we were on a date."
"We are. But, I need to see the tape." George shrugged and looked towards him with a smirk.
"Maybe recreate it..."
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