It Was Enchanting To Meet You. || DNF

44. Lust.

Two days. It had been two days since that incident occurred, yet both boys continued to go on about their days like nothing had ever happened. But George knew that it was the only thing that was on both the boy's minds-- atleast it was the only thing on his mind, but part of him wished that it was the only thing that was indeed on Dream's mind as well; the brief moment causing his chest to bubble and his emerald eyes to sparkle and glimmer with electric shocks.

The comments, the remarks, the teasing; it all made George's stomach tingle with something he's never felt before, which scared him. No. It terrified him. Why? Out of all people, Why Dream? The glances, the heart warming, the soft and gentle touches, the smiles-- it all made George's stomach flip and build up with nerves.

It was currently nearing mid night and George was sat outside on a rock gazing up at the starry sky while Dream was inside the cave, huddled up next to a camp fire, but the brunette could feel the blonde's lingering gaze on him even with his back turned. "Hey," Dream suddenly murmured quietly, standing next to George with his hands pocketed in the comfort of his trousers. George glanced up at him, seeing the green eyed boy be enhanced by the stars just like he once was. The sight alone brought a crimson coloured blush to spread across the knight's face; the way the moonlight bathed Dream's tanned skin was more than beautiful, and the light breezes that would ruffle his hair above his eyes made it ten times better.

"Hey," George responded, causing the blonde to look back down at him, a small, soft smile plastered on his lips. "What's on your mind?" Dream quietly questioned, situating himself next to the shorter, their shoulders bumping into one another. George cleared his throat, tearing his gaze away from the other. "Nothing much, just thinking about what we're gonna do after you're healed," the brunette said, clasping his hands together as he refused to look at the taller. Although it wasn't an entire lie, he hoped that it would be enough for Dream to buy. But when Dream caught on, he nudged the shorter in the side with his elbow, a fond smile on his face. "Cmon, look at me, Georgie," the blonde pressed, but instead of a teasing tone that lingered in his voice, their was pure softness.

Still, George refused. There was a shift in their...dynamic, and they both knew it. No matter what they could try to do to ignore it or make things go back to how they were, the shift was almost unbearable, and the duo knew that it was only an amount of time until they'd have to face the changes of their converse. "Georgie," Dream cooed, dangerously close to the brit's ear as he dragged out his name. "I'm going back inside," the brit said as he fumbled to stand up, his evident blush showing in the bright moonlight as he left Dream alone, a smirk on the blonde's face. Though the universe would have it, the taller came trailing after George like a lost puppy, wanting attention from someone he could call his owner.

"Don't run from me, now," the sea green eyed boy scoffed as he leaned against the wall of the cavern, his arms sassily crossed over his chest while he cocked an eyebrow in the brunette's direction. "I'm not," the brit rolled his eyes. "You're just being annoying."
"Oh, I'm being annoying now, huh?" Dream tutted under his breath, the air suddenly becoming thick, making it as though all the oxygen was slowly draining from the earth; like the Gods above finally had enough of the sinners that walked their planet, giving them the punishment in which they always seemed to deserve.

George gulped thickly, sparing Dream a glance before his eyes dropped to his lower abdomen. "How's it?" He asked quietly under his breath, watching as the blonde's gaze fell to where he was once looking. Dream shrugged, lifting his shirt up a bit to get a visible appearance of it. The wound was slightly swollen and red, glossed with yellow specs; the infection was still there. "Wait here," George mumbled under his breath, grabbing the now dry piece of apparent cloth to wet it. The blonde hummed under his breath, complying as he sat on the makeshift bed. The brunette soon returned. "Here, let me see," the brown eyed boy ordered, kneeling down infront of Dream as he sat in a manspread position; the thoughts that the sea green eyed boy was having alone made him want to do indescribable things to the shorter, but he pushed those ideas away to the far back of his head for now.

"Can you lift your hoodie for me, please?" George asked quietly, and when Dream did, he started inspecting the wound; cleaning around the area and lightly patting it carefully. "Uh," the brunette gulped, his eyes flickering down to the ground before back up at Dream, who wore confused expression. "Can you.. pull your pants down a bit for me," the brunette said, blush spreading from ear to ear. "Oh," the blonde breathed out in surprise, his nose tinted with redness and he hoisted his waist up a bit, enough for him to slightly pull his trousers down, his boxers brand evident, as well as his prominent v-line. George inhaled sharply, not bothering to thank the taller for his actions as he got straight to work, however, he couldn't stop his eyes from wandering a bit.

An intense silence came over them as Dream watched the shorter work, his face almost resting on his exposed stomach as he focused on the task at hand. Suddenly, George shifted his forearm, unsubconsciously resting it on Dream's inner thigh. The blonde drew in a sharp inhale, his cheeks heating up as he barely managed to mutter out the boy's name. The brunette looked up at him, shuffling once more as the sea green eyed boy bit his lip. "Stop moving around so much, George," the once masked man stated, his breathing pattern irregular. "What?" The brunette asked, confusion lacing his tone before his gaze casted downwards, his eyes widening at the sight before him. "Oh," he breathed out, not expecting to see what he was seeing at all.

"I'm- I'm sorry--" George apologized, his face heating up as he tried to ignore the slight tent growing in the taller's pants. The brunette pressed his palm against the blonde's thigh, trying to stand up but this only caused the problem to worsen. "George, stop fucking moving," Dream said, his voice dangerously low as he took ahold of the brit's small, pale, dainty hand, merely pulling his body towards him. At this point, George was halfway on top of Dream and the brunette couldn't recall how he ended up in this position; Dream's heavy breathing coating his neck while they stared dead on into eachother's eyes. "Dream," the brunette said just above a whisper, afraid that if he'd spoken any louder, something would break.

"George," the blonde said, repeating his name in the same tone which the other used. Dream's eyes were filled with something the brunette couldn't quite place, but it still failed to not excite him. Scared to move, the brit let the blonde guide him. "This okay?" The forest green eyed boy asked, slowly placing his hand comfortingly on George's waist. The brunette slowly nodded and Dream gave him a warm smile, gently squeezing the flesh out of pure content.

They sat there holding eachother, admiring one another in a calming silence; Dream's palms wrapped around the slim figure of George's frame while the brunette rested his small hands on the taller's shoulders, urged to tangle his fingers within the boy's long, goldish locks.

"Can I kiss you, George?" Dream questioned quietly, giving the shorter enough time to object if needed. But the brunette had completely forgotten what the blonde was supposed to be to him, and so, before he could even process the spoken words, he found himself moving closer and closer to the point where their noses were brushing against one another, muttering out a desperate, "Please."

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