For the First Time

Dream

Part of me wondered if things would change between George and me once we were intimate.
I'm delighted to find that true and untrue simultaneously.
The sparks are still there when I glance back in the rearview mirror as we drive home in comfortable silence. Sap picks another song, and it's the only song, heatwaves by Glass Animals.
My heart thrums in my chest, and George's knowing smile sends another jolt through me.
He's mine.
And I get to prove it every night in any way I can fathom. The thought both shocks and excites me. I shift in my seat and focus on the road to home, trying to keep ahold of myself just a little longer.
The music stops suddenly, and Sapnap shifts, so he's looking at me dead. I almost expect his face to be wrinkled with disgust or anger, as if he's aware of how aroused I think about George.
Instead, he's beaming. "Aren't you both excited for Twitch Con?!"
First, I smile, then I grimace. "Yes, and no."
Sapnap bounces in place. "Come on; it's gonna be so fun!"
"Dream's just afraid of people and interacting with them," George says, leaning forward to poke me in the side.
The action causes me to jerk the wheel, and the entire car, to the left. I straighten the wheel, but it sends Sap and George swinging to the side.
"I'm excited to meet the fans," I admit. "I'm more nervous about being on stage and playing games."
"Pissbaby," George says.
"Just a little," I say, unable to stop myself from smiling. How is he so damn attractive when calling me such a crude name? "You're gonna pay for that later."
George's smile dies, and Sapnap says, "Ew, you two. I mean, I'm happy for you but damn."
"You feeling left out?" George says, his smile recovered.
We all laugh and shift to listening to music for the rest of the drive.
****
"George, who has your attention so late into the night?" I ask, pulling out my phone to capture this moment. Then I flop onto the bed.
"Dream, you're so possessive," George whispers as I shove his phone away from his face.
He's tucked into bed, my bed, wearing only my oversized black Dream brand sweater and boxers. The fuzzy blanket drapes across his legs, and as soon as his phone hits the bed, I turn his body, so he's forced to curl into my body.
"Dream..." the softness in his voice sends my head and heart into a frenzy.
I want to kiss him, but my mouth hovers above his. "What?"
"I'm nervous about LA."
I pull away from him and ask, "What are you nervous about?"
He snakes a hand under my shirt and around my waist. "Your hand is so cold," I say through clenched teeth.
"How do I keep my hands off of you all week? It was hard enough just with Sapnap today."
His words rush through my body and light it on fire. There's no room for thoughts, only passion, as I pull him close and press my lips to his.
I'm pleasantly surprised when he pushes me onto my back and climbs on me. Our kiss deepens, and I'm delighted as he directs one of my hands to wrap around his ass and the other to cup his front. He's hard, and he pulls his lips from mine and sits up, and smiles as I rub him.
"Clay," he moans, closing his eyes and hanging his head back for a moment.
I can't get over how open he is to my touch, to be vulnerable with me, but I love every moment.
There's a banging on the door, and Sapnap's voice shouts, "Guys!!"
George yelps and flies off me, crashing down to the floor. I sit up quickly and grab a pillow, attempting to hide my boner.
"Are you decent?!" Sapnap's voice squeaks. He proceeds to open the door and barrel toward my bed. "Look! Look what people are saying on Twitter."
George pops up from the floor, which makes Sapnap jump. "Woah! Why are you on the floor?"
I don't miss the flush of pink across George's cheeks, but he calmly says, "What are you going on about?"
George climbs on the bed and leans close to me as Sapnap shoves his phone in our faces. I'm trying to focus on the screen, on the words, but all I can think is of George on top of me, the feel of him in my hand.
"What the hell?" George says.
"I know, right?!" Sapnap says.
"No, I mean, why the hell are you interrupting us for this?" George frowns.
"I-interrupting?" Sapnap asks, then looks from George's messy hair and flustered face to my quiet, tucked-away disposition. "Oh shit, guys, I'm so so sorry. Wow, um, okay. My bad."
"What's going on?" I ask, holding out my hand.
"Didn't you read it?" George ask.
I shake my head. "No, I wasn't in the right frame of mind."
George slugs me, and I pout. "George, why are you giving me love taps?"
Rolling his eyes at me, George says, "Fans are wondering when the upload of our meetup will be and if I'm here on a wedding visa."
"Fans want to see pics of the wedding and the grooms."
My mouth goes dry.
"I'll upload it now!" George declares, fumbling to leave my bed.
Now I'm pouting, upset that my time with George has been pushed back, possibly even canceled for the night.
"Is that alright?" George asks with an expression of pure joy.
"Of course, George."
For the first time, George is here with me, and as difficult as it is to share him, I'm thankful for the people who have loved and supported us all these years. They deserve to see us together.