The Rink

chapter thirteen: questions (part two)

BEGINNING OF CHAPTER AUTHOR'S NOTE:

this chapter contains suggestive content (sexual implications). read with caution!!

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"Do you wonder what I look like with no clothes on?" George whispered.

Dream looked into George's eyes, then down at his own hand gripped on George's thigh, then back up into George's eyes.

"Do you want the quick answer or the very honest answer?" Dream asked.

George swallowed hard. He wasn't expecting Dream to say that. Was Dream really just not interested in having sex with him? If so, George had completely misread a bunch of signals he could have sworn Dream was giving him. And so George braced himself, taking a deep breath to prepare for Dream's answer.

"Tell me the truth." George replied, feeling the air between them still.

Then Dream did something George didn't expect at all. He roamed his gaze all over George- down to his legs and back up into his eyes in one flowing stare.

"Your body's always on my mind." Dream whispered back.

George's entire face changed. The worry lines between his eyebrows dissipated, his straight lips lifted up in a small grin, his shoulders relaxed downwards.

"Oh?" George said in surprise.

Dream nodded yes, tauntingly slowly.

"Sometimes I feel like I think about your body too much." Dream added.

George's heart began racing as his excitement grew by the second.

"Yeah?" George asked, tilting his head down slightly to look up at Dream with needy eyes.

George could feel the desire for Dream's body on top of his own intensify, as he started chewing at his bottom lip.

"Let's fuck." Dream said.

George's heart just about stopped in that moment.

"Right now?" George asked, pleading with his eyes for Dream to say yes.

"Tomorrow." Dream said.

George scoffed, which turned into a giggle, that then turned into a full-on laugh.

"Tomorrow! Real funny, Dream." George said, shoving at Dream's shoulder jokingly.