Dnf/Karlnap smut and oneshots (Reupload)

helping the homies

Summary:

Basically Dream and George are homophobic, but that doesn't stop them from "helping each other out".

* D r e a m ' s P O V *
"GEORGE?" Dream screamed on top of his lungs, he couldn't find this stupid motherfucker since half a hour. He ended up going into the room where all the video surveillance system monitors were, maybe he could find him. He quickly looked at the screens and- there he was. In the living room. How could Dream have missed him there? Well anyway...

Wait a minute. What was he doing there? The sofa was in the middle of the room and he could see over his shoulder at an angle from behind. The Floridian's eyes widened. Oh god.

* G e o r g e ' s P O V *
He felt so pathetic and disgusting. Like a teenager, he couldn't ignore his boner. He was so fucking desperate, he didn't even go to his own room. He just sat down, pulled out his phone and searched for a good porn. After he let his Nike shorts and his boxers down, he just began stroking himself.

Sapnap wouldn't catch him, he was in a grocery store or sum. And Dream- well, George hadn't seen him since like half a hour so he guessed he could have some time alone.

Shit, the fat chick in the vid getting railed was hot as fuck. The guy just pounding into her, that's good content. But then a second guy came in frame and started making out with the first guy. The brunette looked at his phone disgusted and disturbed, he didn't want to watch fucking gay porn. Gay people were repulsive.

Yeah he was homophobic. And? He hated these f*ggots. He quickly clicked it away and searched for another, better, straighter porn, but couldn't really find one, so he basically just scrolled.

* D r e a m ' s P O V *
Fuck. Did George not know that there were cameras everywhere? Apparently not, he just got here, but honestly, of course there is an advanced security system in such a big house. And... if he wouldn't want to be watched, why would he do this in the living room? So the dirty blonde continued admiring him.

Dream wasn't gay, but shit did George look good, lightly stroking his dick, looking somehow innocent. He was so cute. And Dream was hard. Fuck.

He decided to not jerk himself off now, that was even for the younger a little bit too far. Not that George would ever find out about this, but still, he'd feel guilty.

The Brit was jacking off since 25 fucking minutes now, and there were no signs of relief. Poor man couldn't even get off properly. He looked so pathetic, and kinda on the verge of tears, almost crying over an orgasm he just couldn't reach. That was enough. Dream got harder and harder, and George needier.

It was risky, but no risk, no fun, right? Dream got up. He confidently walked out of the small room, going into the living room and quietly approaching the older. Now the younger could hear small whines and skin slapping against skin, and shit, that was hot. He was about to risk their entire friendship.

* G e o r g e ' s P O V *
Fuck, he was so close, but it wasn't enough. Yeah, sure, the guy eating out pussy was hot, but he just needed more. That was when suddenly two hands creeped around his chest. George jumped so much that he dropped his phone, covering himself with a couch pillow, when he saw who hugged him in this... situation.

"DREAM OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL?!" With his large arms still wrapped around the boy, the taller whispered in George's ear "Awwwh, do you need a lil help~?" He had such a cocky smile on his face, while the smaller boy was basically screaming. "DREAM, WHAT THE FUCK! I AM NOT GAY AND I HOPE FOR YOU THAT YOU'RE NEITHER, YOU DISGUSTING WEIRDO!" "Oh come on, Georgie. That's nothing gay. We'll just say 'no homo' after that, and also we're both wearing socks. It's not gay."