Dream is feeling weird today, and Gogy has seemed to notice it. And, really, it wasn't just today, it's been the whole week, heck! Months.. These feelings would not leave him. And the more he thought about it, the crazier his thoughts became. Almost, insane.
Needy, possessive, loving, yearning, aching, want. Nothing but want, and even then, it surpassed that. It went way beyond their little jokes, and their hoaxes and bits. It was love. Real, actual love that he felt for George.
But does the other feel the same? No. Probably not. And day by day, it made him.. Sad.
"Hia, Goerge~ Who you on the phone with?" He hummed, sneaking around his- friend. "Can you believe it?" George said, putting down the phone, "I've gotten a date!" The silly little British accent would have normally made him tease the older. But, he didn't. "Oh really?" He asked, feigning just the slightest bit of calm.
He hadn't registered it, and maybe he could get to his room just in time that he wouldn't.. So he wouldn't what? He actually didn't know.. All he did know was something bad would happen if he kept on with this conversation. "Yep!! And she's latin too. She has such nice black hair, pretty brown eyes, and she's shorter than me." "Oh, c'mon George, nobody's shorter tha-" he choked on his words. "-n you." He managed, just barley.
"Haha, very funny." George replied, going along with their banter. Dream wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. "I know.." Dream hummed, hoping that was the end of it and heading to his room. If only he was fast enough.
"Yeah, I sure got lucky. She's a dream." George said casually, as if to brag, unintentionally provoking the beast. His heart hammered, it felt as if it were shattered by a hammer. 🔨
He laughed, "What?" George looked at him funnily, "What?" George asked after him. "Sooo, what your saying, is she's better than me?" Dream said rather quickly. "Oh, nobody's better than you Dr-Clay." George still thought this was banter, how wrong.
Dream slipped back into his previous position, only closer. Caging George in a way that would resemble some cheesy K-drama. "What'cha doing?" George asked confused. Dream stayed quiet, inhaling lengthily into George's skin. Making a satisfied hum as the skin prickled. This caught the other on edge now. "What. Are. You. Doing?" The voice no longer was as light, but more stern. "Georgeyy, it isn't fair. I've been waiting longer than her, haven't I?" His question was already answered. 'Yes.' But, that answer would only cause problems for George. But then, either way, whatever he responded, would ultimately be deemed bad for him. "So, what do you want?" Although the tone was sarcastic, George was feeling a sense of fear. "You." Way to be blunt Dream.
"M-me?" George stuttered. "Yes you." He huffed, with a sweet underlay. George was puzzled. How?
Dream could see the puzzled expression on his face. Smugly, he grinned. "..Like this," He said once again suddenly. He lifted one of George's leg while leaning back, offering some support for the other to lay on him. He moved his inner thigh upwards so George was spread out, clearly forming a shape in that gap. What shape could be made out from inbetween George's spread out legs? Well, you can certainly guess..
"Gah! C-clay, the heck!?" George yelled, trying to gather his bearings. "-All of this." Dream finished, ignoring the pleads as he traced the area with his eyes.
"You- You can't do that.." George sputtered, trying to remain a sense of calm. "Hmm?" Clay made a sound of confusion. George's breath was more staggered. "What are you even going to d-do?"
Dream chuckled, "This."
As fast as the words were muttered his hand was placed just as quick between those cloth-covered legs. It was as if he wasn't even breathing anymore, and just in that instant, his own hand flying up to strike Dream, Clay, this,, piece of shit. Alas, his hand was caught, "Woah, woah, woah" and pinned to his side, not before a sneaky kiss was put on his palm. "-careful love, you might just hurt yourself." Dream smiled, ear-to-ear, so teasingly. Forcefully splaying out his hand as he bent it back in a way it strained just a little. And just enough to cause a groan to emit from him.
"Oh, what a pretty sound. Just not quiet right. I bet I could make even prettier ones come from you." He tried to thrash out of his grasp. It only made him apply more pressure. "I guess I didn't make myself clear. I want you, sooooo!~ I am going to get you. Got it, George?" It was so obvious to him, why was it not to the other? Gosh darn it, he knew why. But it just.. Hurt too much.
"But I don't want you!" George screamed. There it was. Those words.
And just like it all started, he came crumbling down. "You know who else doesn't, 'want you'?? It's that girl who was just on the phone with you." He let him go- mostly- harshly throwing him on the ground but still holding onto his wrist. "Oh yeah, you might believe she doesn't know who you are. Do you honestly believe that?" He laughed, monologuing around the kitchen-room. "After going on with the SideMen, who doesn't recognize you?" It sure as hell ain't her!"
Dream crouched, getting down to his level. Throughout his outburst, George tried to keep up and stumbled as soon as Clay halted. Leading to this current moment. "What do you see in her?" Dream titled his chin up, wondering.
He gulped, looked down with his glimmery eyes. "N-nothing." Was his reply. "Because you don't know her." Dream finished for him.
Carefully -unlike before- Dream inspected over his features. His hold on George's chin a bit firmer. His breath was heavy and he himself couldn't help but swallow. George looked back up at him. And as he readied his lips to apologize, it just caught in his throat. He didn't even know what possessed him to continue, but George leaned the majority of the gap. Dream finished the remainder, and their lips met.
It broke apart far too easily. "Clay, what- I.. Clay this isn't okay." He looked up with a sorrowful smile. "Does it have to be?" George stayed silent. "I just love you so, so much. And I just get so.. So, jealous..."
On shaky legs, George got up, and hugged him. It was unexpected but calmed the waking nerves within Dream. "I'm sorry." George mumbled softly. "What for?" "Not telling you I loved you sooner."
