get busy waiting

ch. 2

George didn't want just a little more.

Obviously not. He wanted a lot. He wanted everything. And while he wasn't able to get all that much yet, after that first initial time, Dream would allow them to kiss, at least.

It was a slow-moving process, but George's advances were not rejected as often, which was better than nothing.

And, on very rare occasions, if he played his cards just right, Dream would let him be in charge, to guide them to his own whims and wishes.

All three times, George only intended to lead them onto a dangerous path.

"George," Dream spoke, both a warning and a question.

"Yes?"

He acted innocent, but he had been touching him and kissing Dream's face for the past half hour; it wouldn't take a genius to figure out what he was trying to do.

It also didn't help, or discourage, as the more George did so, the more unraveled Dream became.

His blinks had slowed, and his eyes were trained on George as he nudged closer yet again. Dream exhaled in uneven breaths, knowing it was only a matter of time before he broke. Not to mention how George's hands would splay over his chest, how his palms wrapped around his waist.

Dream could only bear so much.

Usually, it wasn't like this. They would kiss goodnight, or when one of them asked, or for a few brief moments in the little spaces they could squeeze in the gesture. Dream didn't usually get so.. worked up.

"Just do it properly," He grumbled, his brows knit in discontent.

"Do what, Dream-" George was starting to grin, to pull on the other's patience just like he did to him, but was ultimately stopped when Dream's lips found his.

Even though there was a lot more urgency this time, far more than any other, with a burning desire passing through both of them upon the connection, it was cut short like all the rest, with Dream pulling off and trying so hard to keep his breathing steady.

But George could see he was barely able to suppress his panting breaths.

He chased right after him, following, but more like pushing, Dream back up against the headboard of his bed, George not at all keen on letting the other get away this time.

"More."

"More?" Dream swallowed, his inhales clipped, his mouth permanently parted.

George was already climbing onto his lap, which made Dream let out a strange noise, even though the only thing that touched was their thighs.

"Yes, more," George coaxed gently, his hand already tangled in the other's hair, "You want that, mm?"

Dream had barely nodded his head in permission when George was up against him, capturing his lips in such a way that it wouldn't allow any room for Dream to have second thoughts.

George felt the other just melt against him, how his grip was so tight and shaky around his waist, how Dream pressed in a little harder each time George tugged at his hair.

This was good. This was finally getting somewhere.

With a slight grin, George pushed the other until the back of his head was driven into the headboard, his palm firm on Dream's shoulder as he sent him in place, keeping him still. At the sudden pressure, Dream felt as he was held down, causing him to make such a humiliating whimper.

Dream also parted his lips a little wider, which George was just about to take as an invitation to open him up completely until he no longer thought about anything else besides this when Dream spoke up against his mouth.