Dreamnotfound <3

Hockey <lime>

dream was a lot of things. He was a strong, a good leader, handsome, and many more. But. There was always a but. He is extremely stubborn and easily frustrated. Those make a bad mix especially if there's someone to defy him.

Dream's father, coach watakin, was the coach of the hockey team, so that obviously made Dream the team captain. He was respected by all the people on the team. Well, except for one.
George Notfound. He would do everything in his power to piss off the captain just because it was so easy to push his buttons.

Today was the most important game of the season. If they won they could win the whole championship, but if they lost all their hard work would go down the drain. Well, they would get second place, but that wasn't good enough for the coach, coach watakin.

Dream was standing in the locker room with his arms crossed over his chest. His shoulders were broad and strong from years of hockey.

His team members were surrounding him trying to digest every bit of information Dream was going to give them for their next games.

As Dream tried to explain their game, George was rolling his eyes. He whispered to his friend before snickering at his own joke. Dream tried to ignore the whispers between the two, George and Sapnap. But it started to become to much when they started to gather attention from the other team members. "Notfound!" Dream snapped, making his team jump. Well, all except from George, who just look at him with a bored expression. "What?" George snarked back. His eyebrow was quirked oh so subtly just to the point where Dream was close to kicking him off team. If it was up to him, he would drop George. Unfortunately, George is their best offence player, and coach watakin would be pissed if he told George to hit the road.

"Is there something you need to say?" Dream spat out with his jaw clenched. His chest puffed out to try and make him look bigger, more imitating. George wasn't phased though. "Oh, sorry, I was just saying how absolute shit your game plan is." George said boldly.

The rest of the team stared at him, there were some different types of looks. Ones that were full of fear, some with admiration and some with even jealous, all because he could speak out.

Dream wasn't a bad team captain, but if he had a game plan he wouldn't change it...

"Oh really. You think it's bad?!" Dream promoted, George nodded his head in agreement causing Dream to take a few strides towards him. (I'm not calling George a "brit" btw) "Thats funny because I don't remember asking for you opinion?" Dream snarked (again). His face and neck were flushed due to his anger.

George could practically see his veins propped on his forehead. "Maybe you should ask next time. I think that would be helpful.   sometimes..." George said smiling.

Somehow, the brunet stood his ground. By this time, any other person would be passive and agreeing with everything Dream was saying. The only problem George had was that he still had to look up to Dream even when he was wearing skates that boosted his height by a few inches.

The rest of the team was watching with widened eyes. They wondered who was going to back down first. In the past, they actually made bets to see who would last the longest because it happened so often.
Somehow, George always came out victorious.

"God, your son of a bit-!"

"Dream!" Coach Watakin cut him off loudly making everyone's head snap towards the door of the locker room. He was standing at the entrance with his hands on his hips. "We have a game in 5 minutes. Get out here!" Before banging his hand on a locker as a goodbye. He turned around and left the room.

Dream scoffed at George before waving him off. "Whatever. You better play this plan off or your ass is mine, Notfound." He growled.

George did play Dream's plan, he tried his hardest in fact. George was actually highest scoring on both teams but apparently he didn't play hard enough. They lost the game, 6-7. Literally one point from winning the championship this year.

When the buzzer rang Dream slammed his hockey stick so hard at the ice it started to splinter. The whole team, including George, surrounded Dream in a huge team hug. They will always have next year to win.

There were a few people in the locker room, mostly everyone went out to get food with the rest of the team as a celebration. Even though they lost.

George was still undressing so he could change into his daily clothes, and Dream stayed back to make sure everyone had left. George looked to the side as he took of his clunky shoulder pads to see Dream looking at him. The blonde's eyes widened as he looked away. George tsked and rolled his eyes. "Y'know, if you listened to my plan we probably would of won!" George called out. He could practically feel Dream's eyes bore into his bare back after he said that.

He heard the shuffling of feet before he was pinned to the wall. He turned around swiftly to see Dream looking down at him. His jade eyes were sparkling with anger and his lips were curled into a snarl. "Why can't you even shut up?!" He barked, causing George to jump for the first time ever. The brunet looked up at him with surprised eyes. Dream just noticed how pretty they looked. But now isn't a time to admire his eyes?!

They were practically nose to nose 🤭. Dream's hands were placed on some lockers next to George head causing him to get trapped in between Dream's arms. George wasn't scared; he was just shocked that Mr.Cool Guy was was able to break his chill facade.

His gaze wondered anywhere but Dream's eyes. George focused on the curve on Dream's cupid bow. The stray freckles that were planted on his along the bridge of his nose, and the way his nose flared as he breathed in heavily. The tension was practically palpable between the two hockey players.

George didn't ignore the fact the Dream kept looking at his lips, or how close they were together.

George decided to take a leap of faith. His hand shot up to Dream's simple undershirt to pull him even closer. When their lips smashed together, Dream let out a small gasp.

For a split second George assumed he done something wrong, so he tried to lean away. But he was stopped by hands being placed on his waist that pulled them closer together. George's other hand flew up to Dream's soft hair so he was able to card his hands through it.

Their lips moved against each other frantically. George opened his mouth hurriedly when he felt Dream's tongue prod against his lips. Their tongues danced around each other slowly as if it was choreographed.

Dream was confused at how he reacted to the small noises George made. Why did he find that so hot all of suddenly?

Their kisses turned to hungry and needy to slow and passionate. George's hand slid down from the blonde's hair and rested on his cheek, he used his thumb to caress  before cupping it gently. Dream slowly started to kiss George's bottom lip, he bit it softly before releasing it. He smirked at the gentle groan George made.

Dream finally leaned away, taking a look at the whole sight of George. His shiny, swollen lips, his flushed face, his thick eyelashes. Everything was making Dream go crazy.

"I guess that was one way to shut me up" George snickered before he planted a kiss on his, let's call it... enemy's lips (:

For the first time, Dream was glad George had opened his loud mouth.
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This took awhile.

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