The sky was a suffocating grey, it's various shades and shapes mesmerizing. It was currently raining, drenching the world below with cold. Inside a certain house oj a certain street resided Dream and Cal, both enjoying their time together, even though they were both a nuisance to each other.
On a bed they sat, the sheets and lighting both a dark maroon, the lights cast shadows across the room, giving it a calm but tension filled atmosphere. Cal sat against the wall, with Dream laying down at the foot of the bed, both watching Shrek. They liked to watch movies together, and they both felt that a lighthearted and obviously dank movie would lighten the sleepiness of the world outside. (which it obv did shrek is fucking gold)
Cal let out an annoyed sigh, Dream putting his feet on Cal's leg and rubbing it against his thigh, trying to annoy him.
"Will you cut it out? You are getting your rancid feet on my beautiful legs", Cal said, throwing Dream's feet away from him.
Dream let out a chuckle, placing his feet back on his leg, rubbing them more and continuing to watch the movie, the green ogre arriving at lord fuckface's castle, ready to suck a dick for his swamp.
Shrek let out the most known line in the whole universe, "Ogres are like onions, they both have layers." Cal heard this line and smirked, already having a thought in his head, a dirty thought at that.
"Hey fuckface, you know I wonder, what is under an ogres layers-" Cal said while slowly inching forward, placing a hand on Dream's calf. Dream paid no mind, for he was thinking he was about to get pushed away again.
"Well, they probably have a emotions and shit, dumbass, can you even call yourself a fan if you don't understand that?" He let out a scoff and continued watching, rolling onto his back and noticing how close Cal was getting.
"Hey Cal, why the hell are you getting so close? Six feet?"
Cal ignored him, inching closer and closer, dragging his hand further up Dream's leg while squeezing slightly and leaving little indents. He was starting to think dirty thoughts, things he wouldn't normally think. But do you think the horny shit cared no I don't think so. Dream glared at him and started to get up, but was pinned down by Cal, his nails digging into his skin. He leaned his head down, putting his face in Dream's neck and kissing the exposed flesh.
Dream let out a gasp and tried to get up again, but Cal was pinning his legs down with his own, keeping the boy in place. Cal dug his nails in deeper, nipping at the skin and starting to rub his knee in between Dream's legs, getting a small reaction from him.
"W-what the fuck do you think y-you're doing asshat? I was trying to w-watch the movie!" Dream let out a slight moan, his face beginning to turn a slight shade of pink. Cal snickered and bit down hard, causing the boy the squirm and let out yet another moan, but quickly biting his lip and turning his face away. He did not want to seem like a fucking bottom, how dare he be seen as the bottom. >:(
Cal sat up and expected his work, pinching Dream's cheek and getting off of him. "That line has been sticking in my head this whole time, the layer thing~" Cal went over to the dresser, pulling out a small blade, about the size of Trumps weewee. He took it in his hands and crept back over to Dream, who had gotten up and was ready to throw hands, but not entirely because then what would be the whole point of me writing this.
"I want to see under your layers of clothes, dumbass-" Cal pinned Dream to the wall, slicing his clothing away and leaving him naked. Dream snarled and starting struggling away, but was met by Cal's lips. He closed the gap between them and forced his lips onto Dream's, them groaning together in pleasure and Cal slowly dragging the knife across Dream's bare chest. Little red lines (forgot the fucking name shut up) appeared on his skin, adding to the pleasure that was welling up between them.
