Dnf/Karlnap smut and oneshots (Reupload)

Insatiable

Summary:

"Hey, um, Dream?" He knew this was a stupid idea, but what else was he supposed to do?

"Yeah?" Dream turned his chair away from his monitor to face George.

"Um, I have a. . . Strange question-, which you totally don't have to answer."

"You're worrying me." Dream laughed lightly with concern in his eyes.

George nodded lightly as he held his hands together, letting them hang in front of his crotch. . . Odd.

"Well," Dream said after long enough for the air to go stale. "Spit it out." He gestured his hand in front of himself.

"Whatisgaysexlike?"

Or

Dream has George watch gay porn with him

"Hey, um, Dream?" George stood in Dream's open doorway. He had never felt this nervous before, not even on the plane ride to Florida, and flying on planes is one of George's biggest fears.

He knew this was a stupid idea, but what else was he supposed to do?

"Yeah?" Dream turned his chair away from his monitor to face George.

"Um, I have a. . . Strange question-, which you totally don't have to answer." George shot his hands forward to try to express how important Dream knowing he can not answer as he practically cut himself off with how fast he was speaking.

"You're worrying me." Dream laughed lightly with concern in his eyes.

George nodded lightly as he held his hands together, letting them hang in front of his crotch. . . Odd. He watched the ground as nerves took over his body. He wanted to run away and forget he even brought anything up, but he also wanted the answer.

"Well," Dream said after long enough for the air to go stale. "Spit it out." He gestured his hand in front of himself.

George looked up at Dream, he looked like a kid about to tell his parents he threw up.

He mumbled something that sounded illegible. He whispered all of it so quietly it was hard to tell if he even said it.

Dream raised his eyebrows. "What was that?" He smiled slightly at how nervous George was for a simple question.

George took a deep breath and closed his eyes tightly. "Whatisgaysexlike?" He said it so fast that it was practically gibberish. George knew Dream was somewhere on the spectrum of gayness, so he just assumed, or, no, hoped that Dream knew. It wasn't like George was gay, he was just. . . Curious.

Dream was silent for a second then he burst into laughter. He was laughing so hard he had to clutch onto the arm rests on his chair.

George buried his face in his hands as red took over his entire neck and face. "Stop!" He complained as he tried to hold back laughs. He did not want to laugh, but hearing others laugh always made him laugh.

Dream took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. He eventually collected himself. "What?!" He asked in shock and amusement.

George slid his hands down off of his face. "You heard me." He grabbed onto his elbow and fidgeted with the skin. Dream started laughing again, luckily not as hard. "Stop it!." George said again.

"To be fair," Dream got out between laughs. "That came out of nowhere."

George ran his hand through his hair. "Can you just tell me?" He nearly pleaded.

"Why don't you just look up gay porn?"

"Isn't that. . ." George looked at Dream with fear. "A little intense?" He considered it, but he decided that would be faked and too extreme, so he decided to do the next best thing. . . Ask his best friend. "It would also be fake and unlike the real thing."