Dream's POV
"George," I whispered, nudging him gently. "Wake up. One hour's passed."
He groaned, shifting around and turning away from me. "No."
"George," I pressed patiently, knowing he would crack. "Get up, please."
"Fine," he grumbled, propping himself up on one arm and rubbing his eyes with his other hand. "Then carry me down."
"Are you serious?" I deadpanned.
"Very."
"I won't."
"Then I won't wake up." With that, George lay back down and obstinately squeezed his eyes shut.
I got out of my bed and went to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth and deeming my hair appropriate enough to go out with, I went back out to my bed.
I slid my arms under George's back and briefly shivered at his cold skin before picking him up and tossing him over my shoulder.
"Wha- DREAM!" George shrieked into my ear. He was still too sleepy to thrash about; instead, he weakly struggled in my grasp as we made our way down to the kitchen.
"Oh, morning, guys- what are you two doing?" Sapnap asked, staring incredulously as I threw George onto the sofa before making my way to the kitchen to make something to eat.
"He wasn't waking up, so I carried him down, as he requested," I shrugged.
"By carry, I didn't mean for you to carry me like I was a hostage of yours!" George yelled. "I meant for you to carry me like- I don't know, bridal-style or something."
"You wanna get married to Dream that fast?" Sapnap grinned, his spoon clinking against the bowl of cereal in front of him.
"THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT!"
"I mean like, George, I can propose on the spot right now," I said casually, laughing at the sound of George's splutters after. "What's wrong, George? Are you flustered?"
"No!" George said defensively.
"Anyway, get over here, George," I rolled my eyes, beckoning him over. "What do you want to eat?"
George's POV
"This is the most ridiculous way we have ever sat together before," Dream sighed. His arm tensed as he moved the mouse to click on something. "I wish I'd just let you sleep this morning instead of kicking you out of my bed."
Dream was currently sat at his desk, editing a video while I straddled his lap, my head on his shoulder as he worked.
"But I won't be able to sleep without you," I mumbled against the soft fabric of his shirt.
"You can," Dream scoffed. "You just need motivation to get off of me and to go to the bed."
His breath was ticklish against the side of my neck. I could hear his heartbeat, and for some reason, it was speeding up.
"Motivation?" I said quietly. "What do you mean by that?"
Dream tensed, and his breathing got heavier. "I-"
"I know what you're thinking, Dream," I spoke softly. "I can see it in your face and tell by how you're acting. Your heart is beating very fast right now."
Dream took several shaky, deep breaths, presumably trying to calm down. "George, I don't understand what you're saying."
"You do, Dream." I sat up straight, repositioning my arms to hold onto the sides of the chair next to his shoulders, cornering him. He couldn't run now. "You know what I'm getting at."
"I-" Dream took a sharp breath, his cheeks flushed. "George-"
He raised his eyes to mine, and that was all the consent I could ever need.
I leaned forward and crashed my lips onto his.
After that, Dream was in control.
He grasped me by the hips and dragged me close to him. As he abruptly stood up, my legs wrapped around his waist while he brought us to his bed. Dream laid us down, me on the bottom.
He trailed his fingertips across my cheek, his other hand going up my shirt. "You OK with me touching you?" he breathed. "Do you want to go further?"
"I'm OK with touching- just-" my breath caught as his hand explored my body, my voice barely above an exhale- "Don't go further."
"Alright," he muttered, laying his body on top of mine. Desperate to feel more of him, I bucked my hips up towards Dream's body, and he got more aggressive.
He lightly nipped at my lower lip and I gasped, enabling his tongue to slide in and explore my mouth. I tugged at his hair, pulling him down lower to me.
His mouth moved from mine to my neck, and he proceeded to start leaving marks that I was sure Sapnap would notice.
He gently bit down on the part where my collarbones and neck joined, and I unintentionally let a moan escape me.
Further spurred on, he continued to repeatedly start sucking on that part, making me whimper and groan in pleasure as I unconsciously arched my back.
Sapnap's POV
What are my ears hearing right now?
Was that George moaning?
Coming from Dream's room?
You should barge in and interrupt them, like how you do in Wattpad stories, my mind cackled.
I don't think I want to see anything that would make me want to bleach my eyes, I reprimanded my thoughts.
I decided to ignore my best friends making out and to listen to music in my room. I entered my room, closed the door in a futile hope the inappropriate noises would be muffled and clicked on a random playlist. A song started playing as I put my phone down.
Last night, all I think about is you
Don't stop, baby, you can walk through
Don't want, baby, think about you
You know that I'm never gonna lose
Are you fucking serious?
I snatched up my phone and furiously changed the playlist to another one.
Woah, my love, my darling
I've hungered for your touch
A long, lonely t-
I nearly screamed in frustration as I closed Spotify. Never mind. No music.
I buried my head in my pillow, trying to drown out the sounds from Dream and George's room.
Hopefully, they weren't doing more than making out.
Author's Note: there is a 50% chance i might write a sequel for this
but then again all this twitter drama has taken the enthusiasm out of me and the sequel included huge parts of wilbur in it
ik most of you wont comment twitter stuff when he shows up but then again there are some idiots who will
maybe theres a 30% chance theres going to be a sequel for this now
but i can guarantee you guys right now that i will provide some epilogues to show little snippets of their life in the sequel :D
i hope you all have a great day <3
stay safe and i'll see everyone next chapter!!
-sparkz
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Purr For Me (DNF)
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