The Pole Boy ||DNF/GREAM||

Dreamie - 2

I woke up from someone talking. I felt a strong arm around me and i felt warm. This was so comfortable. I opened my eyes and looked at the person i was cuddling with.

It was Dream.

I smiled, realizing what happened last night wasn't a dream. I kissed his neck softly, alerting him i was awake. He looked down at me and smiled, but he kept talking to the phone.

I wanted attention from him. I needed his attention.

An amazing idea came up to my mind as i realized he didn't have a shirt on. I got close to him and started kissing his shoulders as he started rubbing my back.

But that wasn't enough, i needed more. And so my kisses turned into bites. I kept bitting his shoulders and neck, leaving red marks everywhere. He groaned, as he rubbed my back some more and sighed.

"Yeah, yeah.. mhm, i'll be there later for practice. Yep, yea. Alright, alright, no need to beg." He laughed. I have no idea who he was talking to, but it sounded like a feminine voice.

"I really have to hang up, i got someone with me.. No, it's not a girl. No, we aren't dating..- Alright alright, i will! Bye!-" he said before hanging up and putting his phone away.

"Who was that?" I asked him as i wrapped my arms around his neck and kissing him softly.

"Just a girl that i play in a band with." He plays in a band? that's hot.

"A band? What instrument do you play?"

"Uh, i play the guitar, the drums but i mostly sing." He laughed nervously. Everything about him is so sexy but so cute at the same time.

"That's.. hot." I said, smiling. He blushed as he pulled me into a loving kiss. I tangled my fingers into his hair as i kissed back. He moaned softly and chuckled lowly.

"What's your band called?"

"Uh, Suicide Sunday." (NOT AN ACTUAL BAND!! (AT LEAST I DON'T THINK SO))

"that's, very dark, oh my god- what type of songs do you sing?" I asked, laughing a bit nervously.

"A lot of type of songs! We've made love songs, sad songs, sexual songs, etcetera-" He then started talking about his music, his lyrics, the meanings behind his songs, and the people in his band.

Honestly, i personally don't like music. I've never really enjoyed it. But, yet, i was still very interested into everything he was talking about. He looked so soft while talking about the things he likes, it's adorable.

I could listen to him talk for hours (real).

After a few minutes of cuddling in his bed, he got up as i frowned. I already missed having his arms around me, i missed having him kiss my forehead gently, i missed him.

I blushed as i watched him get to his dresser. He was only wearing a pair of white boxers. He wasn't hard, but you could still see how big his dick was.

"Hey uh, i don't think i've asked you yet, but what's your name?" He suddenly asked me as he was putting some sweatpants on. I blushed a bit more, realizing how embarrassing it probably was.

I mean, we fucked and he doesn't even know my name! And it most be weird to him, since i know his. Even if "Dream" is probably just a nickname, it's still as if i knew his name.

"My name's George!" I said happily.

He turn around and looked at me. "Pretty name for a pretty boy.~" he said, as he smirked and winked at me.

I blushed hard. He's such a flirt! But god, i love it so much.

He laughed a bit as he walked out of his room. I missed his presence hesitantly. I got up from his bed, and that's how i realized i was still completely naked. I went to a mirror that was leaning against one of his wall.

I had hickeys all over my neck, bite marks all over my shoulders, more hickeys between my thighs and even more on my chest.

I was completely comfortable knowing that he did them. I loved it. I honestly wanted to show them off. I went to some of his drawers and found some sports shorts that looked way too small to fit him.

I looked inside of the shorts, looking for a name written on the label. On the label, there was written Drista:) with a green sharpie.

Who's Drista?

I yet still put the shorts on and looked in Dream's closet for a shirt. I found a plain white shirt and so i put it on. It was way too big for me, but it smelled just like Dream, and i liked it.

I walked out of his room and went to the kitchen. Like i expected, he was there. I went to him and kissed his cheek gently. He smiled as he picked me up, sat me on the kitchen island and started to kiss me.

"Uh, why is he still here?" We heard a masculine voice say. Dream pulled away from me and looked at Sapnap. Ugh, why is he always there at the wrong moment?

I looked at Sapnap too. "What do you mean?" Dream answered him. Sapnap smiled and looked at me.

"Ohh, i get it.. You're probably new to this! Look, what happened was a one night thing. You're already supposed to be gone. Now, please get out and go back to your job."

"Nick-" Dream said before i cut him off.

"For your information, no, i am not new to this. And yes, usually i leave right after what happened, but right now, i don't wanna because i wanna stay with my Dreamie~" i smiled as i wrapped my arms around Dream's neck. Dream, him, blushed hard.

Aww, he has a soft side!

"First off, he's not yours."

"Yet." Dreamie cutted him off. I was the one now flustered. Why was that hot!?

Sapnap rolled his eyes, brushing off what my soon-to-be boyfriend. "Second off, his name is Dream, not 'DrEaMiE'."

Dream laughed.

"Aaand, third off, this is my house, and i'm gonna ask you to leave it. NOW."

Dream laughed more. Me and Sapnap both looked at him, confused.

"Alright look, hoe, i pay the house, I pay the food, i pay the wifi, i pay pretty much everything. Which would technically mean that this is my house. And so, with all of that, i would like George to stay with me, for as long as he want." He said before pulling me into a tight hug, that i blushed at some more.

Nick rolled his eyes again and walked out of the house, angry. Dream chuckled and kissed me and so i kissed back.

"Dreamie?"

"Yes?"

"You have a band practice today, right?.."

He frowned. "Yes."

".. Can i come?"