HIATUS, POSSIBLE DISCONTINUATION - Losing You

Chapter VII

Panic as sharp as thorns and white, wilted roses bloomed and died all through veins and along his spine. A chilling mist hung over his body, and he suddenly had a very clear mind.

Dream needed to get out of the room immediately. "Go! Now! Get out!!" George screamed.

Dream instantly backed up and closed the door, without slamming it thankfully.

This was bad, this was very bad. He was stuck. Dream, he presumed, didn't have another apartment or house of some sort, so he couldn't just go stay somewhere else. George, of course, couldn't go anywhere. His heat was so close, any and every alpha would be on him in an instant.

Oh goodness - Alora. Where was Alora supposed to go? George could only think of one thing. He may regret this later, but there was nothing he could do.

He opened his phone and searched through his contacts. Maybe he still had it?

He did, thank goodness.

Dream

<Dream. I need you to take Alora to Sapnap, and tell him to tell Karl he needs to watch her for a bit. Do not ask why. This is normal, but I can't exactly go anywhere. I don't have a vehicle.

<Speaking of, did you leave my car at the mansion? Is it just sitting there???

>Ok, I'll take her

Dream completely ignored his question. Sure, it had been years since George had texted him last, but he felt like the silence was as answer enough.

Now that he had gotten that out of the way, he could prepare - somewhat - for his heat. He didn't have his usual... help, like he did at his own home, but he had things to at least be comfortable.

He got up and made sure his bed was still arranged as he wanted, then went to his closet to search through the bags he had gotten from the store. Lotion, protection - as always, especially now - lube just in case, and a few other things.

He had found a few things he had wanted to try out, small and insignificant at first glance, but he's glad he bought them, because he wasn't at home.

He turned around and placed the few things in his nest and walked to the door, locking it. He looked around the room to make sure he had everything ready for when it hits him.

He was set. Anything that happened now would be accounted f-

There was a knock at the door. "H-hey, um, George? Can we.. can we talk? You- you don't have to come out here I just-"

As soon as George heard Dream's voice, he started purring, deep in his throat, and it only continued to get louder.

Dream's voice meant the alpha was standing outside the door, and all he had to do was open it. He keened high in the back of his throat and walked towards the door.

"Um, George, if this isn't a good time I can-

"Please." George tried getting the door to open, but the handle wouldn't move. He made a high pitch whine, and kept fiddling with the door handle.

Dream was in denial. All the facts were laid out before him; the nest, the purring, the way he acted around Alora, around Dream, or other alphas in general; it all made sense. But then again, it didn't.

George.. was an omega. He still couldn't picture it. Almost, but not quite. But- why had it been so easy for him to leave so long ago? Especially after the years of their relationship? Being an omega, Dream imagined it must have been harder for him to leave.

So why did he?

Dream was knocked to his senses by the door handle jiggling, and he pulled back. The door didn't open though, it was probably locked. Dream did his best to slip away to his own room without letting the omega know. He needed away, and George needed him away. He knew that very well.

As soon as Dream was behind his closed door, he leaned against it and groaned. He put a hand over his dick and nearly bucked his hips. He groaned again, but he didn't want to deal with it at the moment. A cold shower or two would help. Hopefully.

Dream's smell was fading, meaning the alpha had walked away. George whined again, and with less than half a mind, worked his way over to his bed.

As soon as he had gotten to his nest and crawled in, he stripped. His blankets and sheets were much more comfortable and soft. When had it gotten so hot?

He at least had the clothes he had stolen from Dream's room. Good fuck, the more he thought about it, the more his dick hurt. Not only that, but he was soaking the sheets with his slick.

He tenderly wrapped a hand around his throbbing dick and closed his eyes. He pumped his hand up and down, slowly getting faster, and the faster he got, the louder his moans got. But it wasn't enough. It's not what he wanted, what he needed.

He stopped and almost whined at the loss of pleasure, but the thought was quickly pushed aside. His hand immediately went to his ass, pushing two fingers in. He pumped and twisted and scissored his fingers.

He knew what would pleasure him the most, knew where would get him where he needed, but he didn't want to get there yet; he wanted to work his way up.

The image of the blonde immediately filled his head and he moaned, thinking of larger digits penetrating his entrance. Large hands all over his body, over him, preparing to pound him to oblivion.

He hadn't had thoughts like this in a very long time, but he was at the alpha's house, with his clothes in his bed, and the knowledge that he was just outside to door.

The last thought spurred him on, and he moaned the blonde's name. He didn't know if he already was and he'd gotten louder, maybe to have the blonde hear him, or if he'd suddenly begged his name for the blonde to open the door. He didn't know.

What he did know, was that he desperately wanted the blonde on top of him, hands all over him, caressing him, taking care of him, pounding into him, calling his own name.

With that, he came, and it seemed to not stop, and when it did, he was left exhausted. He fell asleep before he knew it.

This was going to be a long week.