mcyt oneshots | smut/fluff/angst

* i'll take care of you

dnf smutshot cause i need comfort <3
ALSO OVERUSED TROPE I KNOW BUT SHH I NEEDED INITIATION.

of course it felt wrong to have his ear pressed up against the door of his roommate, listening to the less-than-innocent action being taken in the dead of night. they had parted ways earlier, saying hushed goodbyes after they'd winded down from late online classes and cheap microwavable dinner, padding off sock-clad to their respective rooms. he knew they'd both stumbled upon one another in such an intimate situation before, faces red and muttering apologies as they closed the door- but never before had dream had the urge to walk in on purpose.

usually if he ever caught wind of the small noises and shuffling to and from the bathroom, he'd go back to bed or turn up the music in his earbuds louder. but his heart was pounding too hard to ignore, and so he stood, hand gripping his own hoodie as he bit down his lip to muffle his own labored breath.

god, he felt like a total creep. feeling his hand inch towards the doorknob, regret pulling in his chest, brain screaming no and his body screaming yes, dream released a sigh. he could play it off as some stupid flirtatious joke if he really needed to, but something about george's prolonged eye contact with him at the dinner table or sitting too close on the couch or tightened hugs felt different to him. felt raw, felt warm- contradicting the cold metal on his palm as he twisted the doorknob incredibly slowly.

he placed his free hand on the door, holding his breath and stopping dead in his tracks when the door creaked a little bit.

though as his eyes landed on george, dream could tell he couldn't notice him.

pants discarded to the side of his bed, oversized sweater giving him sweater paws as he bit down on one of the sleeves, eyes clamped shut and face blatantly cherry-colored in the moonlight- he couldn't advert his eyes. the collar of his white dress-shirt underneath was kinked to the side, obviously messed up in a scramble, and dream dug his nails into his thigh.

he'd thought it before, but now it was even more clear- george was beautiful. he allowed himself to press against the wall some as he used his ankle to push the door almost closed, feet pressing light steps into the hardwood flooring.

one step, then two. his brain was going haywire- the brit was muffled by the fabric, of course, but the quick, stuttered breathing from his nose was very much apparent, quiet grunts and whimpers every now and again. his preoccupied hand slowed, and his body seemed to relax, and dream reached the edge of his bed.

confidence. he had his excuse already planned. all he had to do was go for it, right?

dream eased forwards, reaching out a hand to lay atop george's moving one. the brunet's eyes immediately snapped open, a startled (and frankly embarrassed) noise coming from his throat as he tried to cover himself up. "d-dream-"

the blond took the opportunity to cut him off by catching his lips in a kiss, george frozen and not reciprocating. his lips were soft, and he felt a small hand press to his chest to try and nudge him away. dream parted, leaning back a little as he pulled his knees up on the bed and crawled to kneel in front of where george sat.

"wh- what?" george broke the silence, shakily pulling his boxers up and staring at dream in disbelief. "what are you doing?"

"kissing you," dream cooed.

"fucking obviously," george spit back, adverting his eyes down, trying to wipe the blush from his face.