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This Friday Night | 1

TW: language, mention of smut/smut, fluff, and sexual scenes

Dream and George are already dating in this by the way!

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Third Person POV:

"George, we should do something this Friday," Dream says, standing up from the sofa.

"Mmm, like what?" George questions, tilting his head up to look at his boyfriend.

"How about I show you?" Dream says, smirking down at George.

George nodded, not knowing exactly what Dream had meant.

Dream stepped towards George, who was sitting on the opposite end of the couch. Sitting down next to the brunette, and grabbing his chin. Forcing George to look at him.

Dream then presses their foreheads together, Dreams hot breath hitting Georges cheeks.

Georges breath hitches, when Dream takes his free hand. Placing it only the side of Georges pale skin, pressing it lightly against his neck.

Dream slowly adds more pressure to the side of Georges neck, leaning forward to connect their lips into a soft, slow kiss. Not one of them wanting to break the kiss.

Dreams then pulls away, Both boys breathing heavily, trying to fill their lungs with the air taken away from them.

The blonde looks into Georges honey brown eyes, smiling softly at the pale boy. Before taking his hands away from Georges skin, and mumbling out "You will have to wait to know the rest, love," before facing away from the boy.

Dream then stood up, and walked to the kitchen. Leaving his breathless boyfriend sat alone on the soft gray couch. As George noticed the tent growing in his pants. Scoffing quietly, and standing up.

"What an idiot.." George breaths, knowing Dream had done it on purpose.

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George walks to the upstairs bathroom, closing the large wooden door behind him, and locking it. Not wanting Dream to walk in on him.

He slowly pulls his sweatpants and boxers off, finding a bottle of lotion in the cabinet by the sink.

As much as George hates pleasuring himself, finding it awfully embarrassing, though no one can see him. He knows it's better than becoming uncomfortable for hours, and being overly sensitive.

With a huff. George takes some lotion, lathering it onto his palms and fingers, and starts giving himself a hand job. Cringing at how good it felt, and how stupid he may seem while doing so.

Quiet moans leave his parted lips. Trying to stay quiet, and not have Dream catch him in the moment. Remembering the time Dream found him pleasuring himself, and still feeling the second hand embarrassment Dream had that day.

George moved his hand faster, trying to finish as quickly as he could. Already have been in the bathroom for about fifteen minutes.

His head finds itself against the cold tiled wall, George's eyes rolling back, and legs shaking and struggling to stay stood up. As he came close to finishing.

Letting out another moan, a little louder than the rest. He came into his hand, saliva finding its way out of his mouth, and dribbling down his chin.

"Holy shit.." He mumbles softly, stepping in front of the large mirror, and studying himself. "I look like I just ran ten miles," Georges says to himself. A scoff leaving his lips, before he runs the faucet water. Washing his hands and face off, before fixing his hair.

Drying his face with a small black towel, George notices he's been in the bathroom for almost thirty minutes now. Heat rushing to his cheeks, as he then starts to panic internally. Hoping Dream won't notice how long he was using the restroom for.

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George walks down to the kitchen, where he found Dream leaning against the counter tops. Scrolling through Twitter, while something cooked on the stove.

George cleares his throat, before saying "hey," to the blonde.

"There you are! I was waiting for you. What took so long in the bathroom?" Dream asks, shutting his phone off, and placing it behind him on the counter.

"Nothing much, I was just fixing my hair and what not," He replies. Finding his phone in the pocket of his pants, and acting like he's checking his notifications.

Dream nods, a small smirk appearing on his face. Before he turns his attention to the food cooking next to him.

George walks up to their shared room, turning on the TV, and putting Heartstopper on. Season two has just came out, and although he never thought he would like the show. He finished the first season in one day. Liking it much more than he expected.

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Georges POV:

The room was dark, besides the soft glow of the TV. Which was on the wall right in front of Dream and I's bed. Dream had put it up months ago, when I moved in. Knowing I liked to watch movies and shows.

But, since I was so focused on the action happening in front of me. I didn't comprehend that Dream walked into the room.

Startling me when the bed dipped down next to me, and Dream was sitting there with two plates of spaghetti in his hands.

"Foods done, baby," he says sweetly. Handing me a plate, and laying back against the head rest.

"Thank you, Dream," I tell him, picking up the fork he set on the plate, and twirling the long noodles around it. Taking a bite, and looking at him surprised. "I didn't know you could cook this well?" I say, taking another bite soon after.

"I've been learning, I'm glad you like it. I just wanted to make you dinner, that's actually good for once. Since I apparently suck at cooking," he laughs, taking a bite of his own spaghetti.

I smile, turning my attention to the TV again, and continuing to eat the food Dream kindly made for me.

"Is this Heartstopper?" He asks, now watching the show with me.

"Yeah, season two came out a few days ago!" I exclaim, smiling more knowing Dream pays attention to what I watch.

He chuckles, and we continue eating our food. Watching Heartstopper together for hours, until I fall asleep in his arms.

Completely forgetting that tomorrow, is Friday.

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1060 words!

I hope you enjoyed reading!

I highly recommend watching Heartstopper season one and two, on Netflix. If you haven't already!

Re-written on August 13, 2023.

Make sure you stay hydrated and eat, I love you all so much!

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