That Night At The Bar- Dnf

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-George POV-

I needed a drink.

Like seriously needed one.

I cannot believe that Karl just made me translate all of the conversations. That was bad enough, but in front of dream and all of his friends...embarrassing.

Tommy had managed to fish out a speaker and was now blasting music throughout the house as everyone lingered in the lounge.

Beer? Ugh no that's disgusting.

Asti? Too posh.

Cider? Fuck it, I might as well.

But just as I picked up the can out of its box, I felt something snaking around my waist. What the fuck... but it wasn't something it was a pair of hands, covered in rings. Wait whose hands were they? Then the mystery person buried their head into my neck and I could feel the warm breath against my skin sending a small shiver throughout my body.

I froze, not daring to breathe or move to see who was behind me.

Until they spoke.

"Hey Georgie," a deep voice whispered into my neck.

Fuck.

I knew instantly who it was...

Dream.

My breath hitched at the low words and I don't know why. 

He noticed and sent a small chuckle rippling across my neck that was now probably a cherry red.

"Hi," I finally managed to whisper back.

His breathing was slow and steady, calming in a way. I could feel his lips smirking against my skin as he whispered back, "You look hot."

Holy fuck.

He really knew how to play with me and I hated it... but I loved it more.

Why was I being so helpless? Just speak back. Come on.

"Do I now?" I gather all of the confidence that is available during this situation, it's near to nothing but it's enough.

He laughed again, not moving anything but his lips that now hovered over my ear, nearly touching it.

How could a laugh sound hot?

Like what.

"I'm always right George."

"Oh really? I don't think you are," I was getting more and more confident by the second.

"When have I been wrong then?" He asks, edging his lips even closer to my ear. 

Teasing me.

"Doesn't matter. You can't always be right. Maybe 95% of the time."

But then he gradually lowered his face back down to my neck but this time was different, "Fine then Georgie, I'm always right 95% of the time," his lips were now lightly touching my bare skin causing a plague of blood to bloom across my face, lingering down my neck.

Holy shit.

Holy shit

Holy shit...

"Yeah," my voice was barely audible, he knew he'd won and it wasn't even a contest.

He knew the effect he had on me, how?

We literally met the other night.

But it doesn't matter right now.

All that matters is that he's hugging me from behind with his lips touching my flushed neck and flirting.

And I fucking love it.

"What was that Georgie, I can't hear you," he played with me, his voice echoing from his mouth onto my skin.

"Fuck off..."

"Fine then," he playfully rolls his eyes, detaching his lips from my neck and removing his hands from my waist, leaving me feeling cold? Empty? As he began to walk back towards the lounge.

I didn't want him to leave.

"Woah, woah, woah, wait," I call after him causing him to stop in the doorway, the side of his face and that stupid smirk of his visible.

"Yes?" 

"Don't leave..."

"What's the magic word Georgie?"

"Piss off you idiot."

"You know, I don't think that's it," he starts to slowly walk again.

"Fine, please," I say.

Why am I so desperate to be near him?

"See, wasn't that hard was it?" he looks me up and down as he renters the kitchen.

"Yeah it was," I grumbled.

He kept walking towards me, causing me to start backing up. That was until I hit the unit, forced to a halt with dream inches away from me.

"You like to complain don't you?" He smirks, staring at my face like it was a work of art.

"Yes. I do."

"You're cute when you're annoyed," he got even closer.

My fucking breath hitched again as our faces were now only centimetres apart. I wanted him closer. I wanted his lips on mine.

Why?

It doesn't matter because all I can concentrate on right now is how hot he looks.

"You look so hot right now..." I mutter, just about loud enough for him to hear.

"So you like it when I pin you against things?" He smirks.

Yes...

"No-"

"Don't lie Georgie."

Fuck.

"Fine, maybe."

"It was a yes or no question," he grew even closer, I mean how close could he fucking get before our lips were touching?

"Yes."

I don't know what is wrong with me.

I do whatever he says, anything he tells me to do.

"Correct answer."

"We should get back shouldn't we? They're probably wondering where we are," I say disappointed that I have to ruin the moment.

"Yeah you're right," he leans back and lets me slip out of his grasp.

"I'll see you upstairs later then," I wink before practically printing out of the kitchen.

This is crazy...

But I love crazy.

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