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Fresh Meat

Cw: This story will include romance, mature language, and smut. Stay safe and enjoy!

Pov: 3rd person

George stood outside his new school — Manhunt Academy, dreading for the moment the bell rang. Rumors ran about that there was a top dog here who had been the hottest, sexiest, most playable boy known to mankind since he first set foot here. His name? Dream Lincoln.

George swallowed the lump in his throat, forcing himself forward as he made it to his locker. He glanced around the halls, anxiety spiking as he realized just how alone he was. Not a single person stood who wasn't taking to at least 2 other people. Some had entire groups as large as 8.

As he made his way to his locker and began to open it, a hand landed in his peripheral. He froze, turning his head. A tall blonde boy was staring at him. He wore a tight black T, a green jacket, and blue jeans. He stared George down with bright emerald eyes, smirking when he realized the affect he already had.

"You the new kid?" the blonde boy asked. George nodded, turning to face the boy. Although he regretted this instantly, because he now felt pinned between him and the wall. "What's your name?" he smirked, his voice cool and confident. George hesitated, not sure he should answer. "George."

The boy nodded, leaning forward and whispering in George's ear, "Well, George, come find me in the boys bathroom over lunch break and I'll show you a little secret." George flushed bright red, and the boy looked content. He leaned back, waving and making his way to class. George exhaled sharply, trying to catch his breath. A moment later, a friendlier guy approached. Pretty short, with fluffy brown hair. He wore black sweats with a black and red hoodie.

"Hey, you okay?" the hoodie guy questioned. George nodded, although it wasn't convincing. The boy offered his hand, "I'm Halo. Pleasure to meet you. George, wasn't it?" George nodded, shaking his hand hesitantly. "Is he always like that?" George asked. Halo laughed, nodding. "He does it to all the new kids. Don't take it personal. His threats mean nothing."

Threats? George thought. That definitely wasn't a threat. Does that mean it was personal? He couldn't decide, and he wasn't about to try. He smiled at Halo, nodding at him. "Thanks. Good to know." Halo nodded, glancing at the school clock. "I've got to get to class, but maybe I'll see you around!" Halo started jogging off, and George waved him farewell.

George sighed softly, turning back to his locker. He put away what he wouldn't need, and kept what he would. Just then— the bell rang. He grabbed his backpack, walking down the hall as quickly as he could manage. He slipped into his seat right before the second bell rung.

The class went slowly, and all George could think about is what the blonde guy from earlier had said. He shook his head, trying and failing time after time to focus elsewhere. Finally after what felt like an eternity — the lunch bell rang. He got up quickly, putting his things into his locker and then making a break for the restroom.

Sure enough, the boy from before was standing there — leaning against a sink looking quite attractive. He looked up, noticing George. He smirked, gesturing for George to approach him. "You came," he stated cooly. "I didn't think you would." George blushed lightly, glancing around. "What did you want to show me?" he asked curiously, having no idea what was about to take place.

The boy smirked, taking George's hand and pulling him into one of the stalls. "What are you doing—" George started to speak, but was interrupted with a kiss. He gasped, but that only gave the blond an opportunity to slip his tongue into George's mouth. The boy locked the stall door, whispering against George's neck. "The name's Dream."

George froze, shock overtaking him. Before he could clear his head enough to reply, he was being kissed again. Long and deep, tongue clashing with teeth. He groaned, unsure why he liked this so much. Dream smirked against his lips, sliding his hands down and rubbing George through his pants. George moaned quietly, his hips bucking on instinct.

Dream smirked, undoing his fly quickly as he deepened the kiss. George was too flustered to stop him, but he didn't quite care. Dream slid the brunettes pants down, then gently stroked his boxers. George whined, spreading his legs. Dream smirked, sliding his boxers down slowly. He gripped George's cock, pulling gently.

A moan left his lips and he spread his legs further. Dream wet his own lips, kissing George's neck as he began to remove his own pants and boxers. George gasped, suddenly realizing just what was happening. "Wait-" he could hardly keep from moaning as Dream grinding down on him.

Dream paused, looking at him curiously. "Yes~?" George blushed deeply, trying to find the right words. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" Dream laughed, grinding down on George as he replied; the gesture caused George to cover his mouth in attempts to muffle a moan. "It's a terrible idea," Dream replied. "But I still want to do it."

George blushed deeper, nodding slightly. Dream smirked, biting his neck and spinning George around so his back was to Dream's chest. Rubbing his cock against George's ass, they both moaned softly — until both of them were dripping white.

George whined, rolling his hips back against Dream desperately. The blond smirked, licking George's neck as he drove his hips up— sliding his dick into George's ass. George covered his mouth with his hand, muffling a loud moan. Dream merely bit George's neck to silence himself.

Dream drove himself in and out, grunting loudly with every movement. George moaned with every breath, his hand hardly enough to keep himself quiet. Dream thrust with such force, he slid all the way in. George bit his tongue, muffling what would have otherwise been a very loud moan. He squirted white, gasping and panting heavily.

Dream smirked against his neck, pounding him harder and faster. George gasped, whining and moaning with every movement. His legs spread further somehow, his dick rubbing roughly against the toilet bowl as Dream fucked him. It was almost too much to bear. He whined and gasped, unable to keep quiet. He moaned and whined loudly, cumming again.

Dream snarled, fucking him harder still. He covered George's mouth roughly, his grip firm over his jaw. He had a much more effective way of muffling George, still thrusting up into him. George squealed, gasping and moaning as pleasure overtook him. He felt dazed, cumming yet again. This time — Dream released with him. He moaned loudly, biting George's neck harder to muffle himself.

Yet even then, Dream was far from done. Using his free hand, he began to rub George's whitely-cloaked cock and fuck him harder. Both moaned loudly, but George was on the brink of screaming. They kept at this until the bell rang, which forced Dream to reluctantly slow his pace and eventually freeze.

George whined, hardly able to get out two words without moaning. "Dream— don't stop— please."

Dream growled, pulling out of George unwillingly. The brunette collapsed under him, breathing hard. Dream whispered against his neck, seeming a bit disappointed. "Sorry pretty boy~ I don't have a choice.

George whimpered, but was instantly silenced with a kiss. He groaned softly, savoring the moment as Dream slowly lifted up both their boxers and jeans. Once they were covered up, Dream helped George to readjust.

"How are we meant to clean this up?" George whispered softly, his cheeks bright red.

Dream smirked, licking his lips. "Not our problem. Let's go."

He took George's hand, pulling him out of the stall roughly. Dream gave him one last kiss, licking into his mouth before stepping out of the door and returning to class.

George swallowed hard, struggling to stand. After a few minutes, he clumsily walked back to class; praying nobody asked where he decided to sit at the cafeteria. By sheer dumb luck, nobody bothered asking him any questions.

But even so, for the rest of the day, the only thing on George's mind was Dream's dick in his ass — pounding himself senseless. Just the memories were enough to turn him bright red, and make his cock harden slightly. If one thing was for certain, he would be finding Dream again after school.