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"George?" Dream's brow furrowed as he listened for the tell-tale "Hello!" of his best friend over the receiver. He didn't obtain that.
"H-Hey, um, Dream-"
"Is something wrong?" Dream's voice flooded with concern. The usually confident, while a little uptight, George Davidson was stammering, clearly nervous or fretful, and it was a bad sign.
"No! No, nothing's wrong, it's just. It's really hot at my place — Sapnap forgot to pay the air conditioning bill, and we're both miserable. He ran off, the coward he is. Can we hang out, go somewhere cooler?"
"I mean, my place has air conditioni-" he started, but George seemed pretty adamant about going out when he spoke again.
"No- we should just go out, someplace. Anywhere, honestly."
"Okay well..." Dream put him on speakerphone and searched for somewhere nice near George's house. "All I can see is an ice cream stand right by your neighborhood."
"That's fine. Meet me there." The receiver clicked, abruptly. Dream smiled in relief. That was George. Cold, distant, and a little mean, but still one of his closest friends.
He'd been all but just a little jealous when Sapnap introduced them; his childhood friend had found someone new who occupied a good portion of his time, leaving Dream to wonder just who could be as important as him. The feeling was very mutual, at least Dream was pretty sure, because George never smiled at him, never laughed at his jokes, instead calling them dumb, calling him dumb, and pretending he didn't exist.
But slowly, they warmed to one another, and Dream recently discovered that flirting, of all things, stirred a reaction out of the guy, got an endearingly embarrassed smile to dance on the brunette's lips as he rolled his eyes as far up as the sky and told Dream, in an exasperated voice, to quit it. Dream never relented, as he could see, rather clearly, that George secretly liked the attention, the praise. The way his face and the tips of his ears would dust with pink every time showed his true feelings.
And Dream knew George was attractive. You'd have to be blind to not see that. So it felt right to compliment George on his looks every now and then.
Still, meeting up with him for the first time in weeks, something stirred inside him that he couldn't quite shake, nor understand.
His nerves skyrocketed as he neared the stand, and he shoved his hands into his pockets when they shook, uncontrollably. Unable to stop the jittery feeling until he approached George, whose pale, nearly translucent skin was flushed with the heat from that summer day. That searing, burning , Florida day.
He wrung his hands together and sauntered up to him, smiling his signature smile, starting their day off with another pick-up line.
George groaned and rubbed his face, pretending to be irritated, but in reality he was rubbing the color from his cheeks.
That made Dream's grin widen.
"So, is there anything you want? My treat." He dug out the leather flip wallet from his back pocket.
"No, I was the one who made you walk all the way over here, I should-" he began, but caught Dream rolling his eyes. "Hey!"
"George, you seriously need to relax. It's fine, I can afford it, let me do something nice."
"... For once," George muttered, crossing his arms. "Fine. Do what you want, you walking teletubby."
"Will do, gOgY," he retorted, chuckling softly. "What do you want, manchild?"
"I- Fuck you."
"Keep talking and I'll take you up on that offer."
Dream was rewarded when that tell-tale blush spread across George's soft, pristine features. "I'll just... have an ice lolly," the brunette murmured, suddenly coy.
"A what."
"A- An ice lolly?"
Dream stared. "Is this a British thing? I feel like this is a British thing."
"A fucking- a popsicle," he said, pointing to the sign on the stand, "you idiot!" He pronounced "popsicle" so wrong that Dream was unable to contain his wheezing laughter that always sounded distinctly like a boiling tea kettle. "Dream!!!" George protested, shaking the man's arm. Dream straightened, forcing his face to shift back to a serious expression.
"A popsicle? Sure, sounds good for this weather." Dream went up to the vendor and paid for two large popsicles. He returned, grinning as he held out the wooden stick of the treat. "Your 'ice lolly,' my liege."
"Shut up-" George swiped the popsicle from Dream's hand, shoving his shoulder with his free hand simultaneously.
"Never, George." The smile that played on Dream's lips was immeasurably delighted. "Where to?"
"The park has a couple benches," George said, pointing to a nearby park area.
"The park it is," Dream replied, slinging an arm around the shorter's set of shoulders, steering them both in the right direction.
When they got there, they found an alcove of trees covering and nearly blocking all of the sun's rays, with a bench conveniently in the middle. It was secluded, and cozy, and George seemed to like it, so they both sat down and talked. Dream wasn't all that hungry, so he set his wrapped popsicle down beside him as George rambled about Sapnap's idiocy. They both knew how dumb that man could be.
As George talked, he enjoyed his treat. He'd been cooped up all day in a sweltering apartment, resorting to spending time with someone he acted like he couldn't stand to be around for more than an hour.
Although Dream knew perfectly well that this was a façade, put on to mask how much George liked him, inside.
Slick sweat dripped down the brunette's forehead, his neck, into the back of his blue t-shirt. Dream tried not to notice, but he did. He noticed how George's body and body language, curves and all, hunched over itself and leaned into Dream's, like he was wanting the blond's attention and eyes only on him in that moment. But that wasn't anything new, was it?
He'd been over this a multitude of times, how George always acted hot-and-cold with him. How he flinched at every casual brush of their arms, how he somehow always managed to tack an insult onto every genuine compliment.
It was… enticing.
Dream thought the guy was just a big softie, under all that meanness.
His skin looked soft, his face perfectly sculpted and satiny smooth with that pale, almost completely white color. His dark brown hair and eyes seemed to contradict and yet complement this, like the pools of near black in the scope of his pupils reflected off of his skin, strikingly beautiful, drawing Dream in.
And Dream was just… him. Dirty blond hair, a smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose, dull, everest green eyes that blended in with his olive pigmentation.
But all of these details were easy to ignore.
What was hard to ignore was the way George enjoyed his popsicle. He had a difficult time not dripping everywhere, making a mess over his jeans, as he licked every edge of the treat in hopes to stop it from further melting on him. He finally lapped up each droplet of sugary sweet and went back to sucking on it, as though he hadn’t just shown Dream… everything.
The man’s green eyes darkened with an unshakable feeling of desire.
But that didn’t make much sense.
He was George’s friend, they were both Sapnap’s friends, all three of them were inseparable.
Still, the brunette sucked on the popsicle until there was nothing left but the stick, and Dream’s stomach churned.
George stared innocently at him and his mouth was moving as he continued rambling on about — god, what was he on about? But his full, pink lips, matching the tone of his many blushes, soft and supple and warm were moving, as though he had no idea what was racing through Dream’s mind.
“Dream?” The man snapped his fingers in front of the blond’s face, startling him out of his daydream. “Ugh, you are the worst. What’s wrong with you today?”
Dream’s lips curled into that wolfish grin, knowing George was actually concerned, but his mind flickered to what was wrong with him, and he came up short.
“I- um-”
“Spit it out.”
Screw it, screw all of it . “God, George, you drive me crazy, you know that?”
“Wh-”
“You sit here, insulting me every other sentence and yet you still look so warm. You have no idea how much I want you.”
George flushed, even more embarrassed than he’d ever been prior. “Then why don’t you fucking take me, idiot?”
Dream didn’t need another green light, he just sped up and went for it. His lips were on George’s, and god he was right, they were warm and plush and silkenly soft.
George leaned into the kiss, his arms snaking up Dream’s abdomen and past his shoulders, locking around his neck and pulling him in closer.
Dream’s tongue snaked in and filled all of George’s senses moments later, and his body curved and twisted towards the blond’s as the man curled and snagged his long, slender fingers in George’s ebony locks. George’s lips parted further, leaving him defenseless against Dream’s relentless tongue.
The warmth and wet of it caressed his own, and he mewled, softly. He pulled back, disconnecting them.
Dream whined. “George…”
“Dream,” he said, panting, as he was already out of breath. “I need you…”
“I know, patience, George,” Dream chided, softly, as he recaptured the brunette’s lips. He then slid his hands down, down, down, and hooked his index fingers in the hem of the man’s jeans. He unbuttoned the fly, digging his greedy fingers into George’s hips as he refrained from pulling them down entirely, just yet... He then relented and murmured against the man’s lips, “Come on Gogy, help me why don’t you?" His smirk was palpable and George rolled his eyes again as a result.
"You never cease to annoy me." Even still, the man's nose and dark, thick brows scrunched up in concentration as he quickly fiddled with Dream's belt and fly, and the blond had to admit; it was adorable.
Dream shifted to help as George lowered his jeans, and then his trunks, and as the man's erection sprung up, George felt the saliva pooling in his mouth. His eyes locked with Dream's green ones, and the man smirked.
"Impressed?"
The brunette swallowed, nervous.
"Well, go on. I want the same treatment as that… ice lolly, George."
George dipped his head, pressing his lips against the saline pre of his "friend's" erection, and was surprised by the earthy, salty taste he got from it. His lips parted, and he took in more, languidly.
Dream's hips flexed reflexively, as though his cock was never meant to fit anywhere else. Nowhere else but George's few holes.
George took in more, reaching the back of his throat, but he pushed farther, ignoring the tears that sprung to his eyes as his gag reflex kicked in.
"Good boy," Dream said, brushing the man's bangs back and out of his face. "You're doing well, Gogy," he teased, that smug look on his face again.
George put his hand gently around the base of Dream's erection, and he pushed for more to overwhelm his throat, loving the feeling of fullness, the feeling of Dream's cock in him.
He did end up giving him the same treatment as the popsicle, sucking and moving his tongue all around the shaft of his cock, taking him in again until his lips curled around the base.
Dream groaned, tilting his head back. He could barely hold himself up with just his hands for support, and he shifted so that they leaned a little more behind him. His fingers brushed against a plastic wrapper, and his brain, fuzzy with pleasure as George continued to get him off, had the slightest epiphany.
“George, I’m-” he panted, his mouth widening as he struggled to breathe. “I’m going to come in your m-mmmouth! Urgh- if you don’t stop; are you sure?”
George glared up at him with those dark brown orbs, piercingly, and Dream had his answer, although the brunette didn’t even remotely appear menacing to him, just cute.
Dream’s breathing staggered and became more erratic as he felt his pleasure point quicken and tighten at a sporadic pace, until he couldn’t take much more. He let go, and as a result George’s mouth filled up with Dream’s seed. He pulled away, a look of surprise plastered on his pretty face. Dream stared, coolly, and reached out, wiping some of his come off of the man’s lower lip and pushing it into his mouth, with his thumb.
“Swallow.” George swallowed. “Good boy.”
“You said that already,” the man snapped.
“Aw, is someone getting moody because he hasn’t been fucked senseless yet?”
“Yes, actually, I’m still waiting for that.”
“Patience really isn’t a virtue you have, Gogy.”
“Ugh- and stop calling me that!”
“You know you love it.”
“Fuck me already, you blathering moron.”
Dream smiled impassively as he reached behind him and grabbed the handle of a certain cherry flavored treat. It was, even in this heat, intact due to the insulated wrapper. “I’m going to make this easy for you, sweetheart. Lie down on your back.”
George stretched out limberly on the uneven boards of the bench, unsure where to put his hands.
Dream grabbed both of them and pinned them up above his head, smiling innocently as he pulled the man’s jeans and boxers down, bunched up at his ankles. Dream swung them, up and over his head, so that the brunette’s slender calves rested on his shoulders.
He reached over and asked for George to open wide, two fingers promptly inserting into the brunette’s mouth. “Suck for me, baby.”
George rolled his eyes and yet did as he was told, coating the blond’s fingers in saliva.
Dream grinned mischievously, before pulling them out and using them to rim the man’s pink, surprisingly clean hole. It quivered at just the slightest touch, and amused, Dream leaned down as far as he could and whispered, “You’ve been looking forward to this, haven’t you?”
“Longer than you could realize, you dense motherfucker,” he replied, quietly.
Dream blushed, embarrassed, but only for a split second before he inserted his fingers into George, lubricating him and reaching deep to find his sweet spot.
He knew when he found it because George cried out, loudly, Dream might add.
He stretched out George, preparing him for this. Not that there was much to prepare for; he wanted to start off small. Tame, even.
His fingers left George, left him wanting and panting with desire. The kind that furls and unfurls like charred smoke in one’s gut, the kind that ignites a spark. George felt like the entirety of his nether regions was aflame, and Dream, unwrapping an iced treat, was about to douse the fire.
The brunette salivated at the sight of the cherry ice lolly, but not out of hunger.
Dream pushed the popsicle into him, tantalizingly slow as he kept singing warm words of praise to George, crooning and making the heat creep to his cheeks. All the heat in his libido was sapped from him, but the feeling of fullness in a place that usually wasn’t so full made him cry out.
“Are you sure you want this?”
“Yes!!!” George hissed, emphatically. “God, yes- Dream, I want you .”
Dream leaned forward once more and planted a chaste kiss against George’s cotton-soft lips, which were even softer from the tears he’d spilled moments prior. It said everything he wanted to convey.
Dream thrust the popsicle in once, twice, thrice, slowly at first. George’s whole body wavered with lust and need as he took in a deep, shuddering breath at the coldness of the popsicle. His insides were quickly warming it, but not enough to melt it, not yet.
The blond reached down and wrapped a hand around the base of George’s erect shaft, rubbing up and down as gently as he could. It made the brunette shift, as his pleasure spiked and skyrocketed.
The stickiness from the popsicle was wrong on so many levels, but erotic in every way.
George moaned, feeling the ice lolly melt inside him and fade to nothing, with nothing but the wooden stick left. Dream pulled it out, popping it in between his teeth without a care in the world as he pulled out his still very hard cock.
He teased the man’s hole with his tip, patting it and rubbing it, back and forth, back and forth, which made George whimper.
“Dream, please. You can’t do this to me!”
“I technically can and will, Gogy.” Dream chuckled and, in a leisurely manner, pushed inside of him, relishing the feeling.
What remained of the sugary sweetness enveloped his cock, paving it with the smooth liquid and making it easier for him to slip in.
George was quickly caught off guard by how much bigger it was compared to the popsicle, how much wider and longer it was and the immediate difference it made. He groaned, impatiently moving down so he could have more, so that he could feel more friction against his sweet spot.
Dream didn’t stop him, instead giving him that friction. He was sure he’d teased the poor guy enough, so when he began thrusting into him, he didn’t relent, instead quickening his pace bit by bit, second by second.
George’s clouded mind could barely keep up, and could only focus on the sudden pleasurable feeling that swiftly overtook his body and overcame his senses. He couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped his lips and Dream pounded into him, mercilessly. “Dream- please- I- fucking hell…” He moaned again, his back arching up and off the bench entirely. “Sss- fuck- Dream, please, fuck me senseless-”
Dream did, groaning as he pushed his cock into George’s sticky insides, pushing them both higher, and higher, until…
George cried out as he came, uncontrollably. He let his back fall onto the bench, and he looked thoroughly worn.
Dream was, too, but he pulled out and pulled his pants back up, buttoning his fly and buckling his belt. He pulled George’s legs off of him and let them rest on the bench as he stood, pulling George’s jeans back up for him and redoing his fly. He looked down at the debilitated and spent brunette, and leaned over, kissing his forehead, gently.
“Not too bad, for our first time,” George muttered, almost imperceptibly.
Dream’s eyes narrowed. “You horny motherfucker.”
“Hey! Of course I want more.”
“Well…” Dream reached over and tucked a dark brown lock behind the man’s ear, before whispering, “At least I can finally say you have a stick up your ass without it being rude.”
“It’s still rude, you asshat- And not to mention just- a god-awful joke.” George shoved Dream’s face away with his hands, making Dream laugh.
“You love my jokes.”