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God of Dreams

Summary:

After a one night stand with a stranger, George finds himself waking up sore with his "purity" gone.

He quickly leaves, only to find he would be seeing much more of the "stranger"

Though he never would have thought that this stranger would grant his lewd dreams with bite marks and bruises.

Golden light seeps through blinds, lighting the room in a mystical sunrise glow, causing George to stir in his light sleep.

George opens his eyes, looking around in a strange room he had never seen before. A blunt pain shoots through his back as he sits up. A confused sound comes out of him, before he looks over to see a man sleeping on his stomach with a pleased smile.

George almost gasps as the hazy memories of the night before play though his mind, the kissing, the biting, the undressing, all foggy in his mind but vivid on his body. reddened patches in the shapes of bites cover him, marking his skin with teeth from an unknown man, who peacefully slept next to him with not a care in the world.

Not like he was confused, he knew exactly what happened. It was just the fact a stranger had done it, had taken it. he wasn't mad, or sad. just, shocked. with himself, with the memories that slowly came back and sent blood pumping through his once drunken body.

He wanted to wake the man up, he wanted to find out what low-life he chose from that bar, but he decided against it. he simply sighed, and looked around the surprisingly clean room for his clothes. he found them in a neat pile on the dresser, a small note on top with loopy letters written in pen.

In case you wanted to leave early, your phone keys and shoes are downstairs. :)

George almost felt guilty, leaving like that without a word. But it would save him from getting attached to the man, like he always did. Everyone he met, he would be attached to them within a full conversation.

So he left, he got dressed and walked downstairs, easily finding his belongings before walking out of the house.

Shockingly, his car was parked in the driveway even though he was in no state to drive the night before. He didn't question it and got in, driving away from the house a bit too fast.

As he drove, sloppy kissing sounded in his head and he almost heard it in his ears.

He kissed him, pulling George's loose t-shirt over his head and throwing it to the floor. He placed George on the bed, kissing his chest and pinning him to the silky sheets.

George runs a red light, pulling him out of his trance and setting his mind back on reality. Boring, Annoying, Reality.

He wanted to go home, he wanted to lay in bed all day. He wanted to stare at the bite marks and search his phone for a number. He wanted to keep daydreaming about the man even. But more than all of that, he wanted tp go back.

He was attached.

It was shocking, he had walked right out of people's lives easier, even if he had known them years. People he had known since childhood were simply forgotten when he moved back to the UK, he hadn't talked to some of his highschool friends since graduation.

The man, though.. He was both strangely familiar and a face George could barely remember. Like he had known him before, but had never noticed him enough to care.

George only sighed as he reached his apartment, staring into the rearview in the direction of his dream man's home. Wishing to drive back to the house and relive his newfound daydreams.