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"Yo Blondie."
Dream jumped as George poked him in his rib cage, the blonde man half whipped around to give him an irritated look.
"Ugh. George. Why do you always do that?"
"Because it's fucking hilarious," George said, pulling himself up to sit on the counter next to the stove.
Dream rolled his eyes and continued stirring the pot of mac n cheese that he had in front of him. He always made meals that were so childish.George liked that about the strange man, who seemed like he’d eat expensive cuts of meat every night. He'd been his and Sapnap’s illegal doctor for a few months so they crash at his house occasionally between jobs. He doesn't seem to mind, which could be his loneliness, but it felt a little sketchy. Most of the other doctors they’d worked with were super uptight and tried to keep their patients hidden and out of the way. But, Dream wasn't anything like that.
"What are you two even doing here still? You guys aren't hurt." Dream asked.
"Yeah, we know. Wasn't feeling a motel. Can you blame us?"
He made a hmm noise before answering.
"I suppose that's a good reason, " He replied.
George nodded and watched as he carried the boiling pot of water and cheap noodles to the sink and dumped them into the strainer. The steam rose into his face as he shook the strainer, getting water out of the holes. George watched with intent. Dream always wore a tank top or a baggy sweatshirt. He reminded the dark haired man of the high school days, before hacking into government concealed files and killing people. As far as he knew, Dream hadn't killed anyone. He had this innocence and unknowing in his eyes, but his frame and face said different. He had a small smiley face tattoo on his neck, which was very noticeable without a hood blocking it. George had never asked about it before.
"Hey Blondie, what's the tattoo mean?"
He turned, set the pot back on the stove then carried the noodles back and dumped them back in.
"It doesn't really mean anything, just something I got in high school."
George was semi-disappointed in the explanation. Dream was the type of guy to have a story with everything he owned or had. He poured the cheese powder into the pot and a splash of milk. He mixed it a bit more then tossed the wooden spoon into the sink. Then grabbed another spoon that had more of a scoop look to it for serving. He grabbed down two bowls and handed one to George.
"Soup's on!" Dream yelled.
Suddenly, Sapnap hopped off the couch and walked into the kitchen. He saw the Mac n cheese and shot George a confused look before serving himself up. It was to the point that Sapnap and George knew where all of Dream’s dishes were. Once he served himself, he grabbed a fork and headed towards the front door.
"I'll be out on the porch if you need me." He called, walking towards the door.
Dream nodded to tell George to serve himself up first. George obeyed and sat back up on the counter. The blonde got himself some as well then hopped onto the counter next to George. They ate in silence, except for the metal spoon clinking against the glass bowls.
"You're different than I expected." Dream said, slicing through the silence.
George raised a brow.
"What do you mean?"
He suddenly looked startled. He must’ve not meant to say that out loud.
"I-I don't know. Most of the criminals I've met, they're pretty horrible. But you aren't...it's a little off-putting to me," Dream said, taking the last bite of his meal.
"Heh. We're not bad people, we can be assholes, sure. But we're just trying to make the world a better and safer place. Unfortunately, the police and FEDs don't feel the same way."
Dream looked down at his empty bowl and sighed.
"What's the matter?" George asked.
He suddenly looked upset and hurt. He didn’t show much emotion in front of the boys so this was odd.
"Have you ever agreed to do something and once you're there and doing it...you feel different about the situation..?"
He raised his brows.
"I mean...yeah, I have. This job makes everything feel like that. The first time was exactly like that. It'll go away, I promise."
He looked down at his food again. Rubbing his thumb against the lip of the bowl. There was heavy silence, creating a strange tension.
"George?"
George took a bite of his food.
"Y-mf-yeah?"
"Stop me if I make you uncomfortable."
George raised his brow as the blonde man put his bowl on the counter.
“Uh...alright?” George said.
“Having Sapnap and you here has been changing something in me.”
George cleaned the rest of his bowl and set it next to him like Dream had done.
“Okay?” George said, trying to get him to spit it out.
Dream looked at him, his green eyes glinting with something.
“Have you ever seen someone that’s the same sex as something more?”
A very random and complex question, he didn’t know how to answer for a second.
"I don't know. I've only been with girls, but I mean, I've thought about guys before."
Dream laughed a bit, making the mood go from serious to lighthearted.
"What's so funny?" George demanded.
"You haven't experimented?" He asked.
"Uh..no? I'm a criminal, remember?"
He stopped laughing but still grinned like a fool.
"I guess that's a valid enough reason, I thought you were more rebellious than that."
They sat in silence for a few seconds again, semi-confused intriguement bubbling inside George.
"What about you?" George asked.
He looked up at the ceiling.
"I'm more gay than not." He said, looking back at George with this different energy.
"So...have any more high school tattoos or..”
"Wanna look around?" Dream asked boldly.
George’s face heated, he swallowed. Dream hopped off the counter, taking both of their bowls to the sink. He looked back at George, resting his hands behind him on the other counter.
“I’m serious.” Was all the blonde said, before heading towards his bedroom door across the house. George froze before slowly climbing off the counter.
Dream's house only had a single bedroom, which belonged to him. Sapnap and George often slept in the living room or in their car, depending on how tolerant or salty Dream was feeling. After Dream disappeared through his bedroom, George took a quick glance at Sapnap outside, who was passed out in a chair. George cautiously made his way to Dream’s room, feeling his guts grow in an excited turmoil. He walked through the door, to Dream standing in front of the bed, his green gaze almost glowing.
"We don't have to if you don't want to." He said, walking up to George, touching the shorter man’s chin.
"No, I-I want to." George replied.
He’d never kissed a guy before, so it was a little awkward. Dream went for it first, gentle as George’s hands touched his jawline with his fingertips, pulling his face closer to George’s so their lips brushed. Dream’s face wasn't cleanly shaven, so there was a little scruff here and there, but it was easy to ignore. He pressed himself against George, kissing the dark haired man back aggressively, biting his lip. He stopped for a second, making George’s breath falter. Dream shut the door, then returned to the semi-flustered man in front of him. His right hand went into George’s hair as he kissed his jawline and nipped his earlobe.
“I’ll suck you off since you haven’t done anything before.” Dream whispered, they’re bodies flush with each other, “Otherwise I’d have you bent over my bed by now.”
George exhaled, feeling his crotch heating and slight shivers ran down his spine at his words. Dream retreated to sit down on his bed, pulling George by his jean loops towards him. He ran his hands under George’s shirt, giving him the hint to pull it off. George obeyed, pulling it over his head in a fluid motion. He unbuckled George’s jeans and unzipped them, nipping at his waistline as he worked. He took off his tank top, tossing it next to the bed. Then he scooted back into the middle of the bed, so George followed, until he was over the blonde. He tested his luck by kissing his neck, biting here and there, leaving marks. Dream inhaled sharply with every bite, but then gripped George’s shoulder aggressively and pushed his back into the bed, he sat up over George, unbuckling and unzipping his own jeans. He pulled them off, leaving his boxers on. Dream’s cock was hard and creating a good sized bulge.
“None of that shit, George,” He said roughly.
He stuck his finger into the waistband of George’s jeans, before pulling them off swiftly. It was surprising how seamlessly he did that. Dream moved his hand to rest on George’s dick, playing with the tip through his boxers. George closed his eyes as Dream’s free hand trailed up his pale skin. He licked George’s waistline, making the brunette inhale sharply, biting at his lip a little. He rolled his boxers off, making his dick gently rest on his abdomen. He pulled the boxers down his legs and threw them somewhere in the room. His fingertips ran up and down George’s shaft as he leaned over him to be close to his face.
"You don't have to do it to me if you don't want to." He whispered, his breathing a little heavy between words. George rubbed his face with his hand and nodded, his face pink. Dream smiled and kissed under George’s chin down to his waistline, he had the slight urge to make him stop, but didn't do it. His tongue grazed his shaft, his face heating more than he thought it could and shivers running through him.
"A little twitchy hm?" The blonde breathed.
George closed his eyes again as Dream wrapped his lips around his tip, moving down slowly. Jesus, he must not have a gag reflex. George’s lips parted as he half moaned, half breathed. Every movement Dream made hit every pleasure spot. He tried to not thrust against him as he continued, he doubted that Dream would appreciate a face fucking. George was twitching a lot so he was a bit self conscious about Dream thinking he was a little spastic. He didn’t know how long he was doing it, but it felt like a short amount of time after George started getting close. George’s brain started getting overwhelmed as his muscles started tensing slightly.
"D...Dream." He breathed.
He moved faster after he’d said his name. George reached the point of no return as pleasure seared through his small body. His breath caught in his throat for a few moments as he felt Dream pull away and heard him swallow. He brushed his thumb over George’s tip and his head flew back, letting out a moan, his sensitivity spiked. Dream laughed a little to himself and went over George again, kissing his face here and there.
"Never had anyone brush your tip after you cum, huh?"
George looked at him, still trying to calm down.
"Yeah, that's never been a thing before." He breathed.
He smiled and kissed the brunette’s jawline and neck gently, then started messing with his hair, which was sticking to his forehead with sweat. His breathing was starting to slow down to normal as he gently ran his fingers down George’s sides and around his collar bones. Once calmed, George kissed him and messed with his ear and hair with his fingertips.
"What'd you think?" He asked, nipping at his ear again.
"Good...really good." George said.
He smiled and rolled off of George to lie down next to him. They just kind of stared at each other for a few moments.
"Let's not tell Sapnap about this, he'd beat both our asses." Dream said.
George smiled. "True."
Dream sat up, grabbing his jeans and putting them back on. Then handing George his boxers. He sat up and stood to put them back on, adjusting himself before grabbing his pants off the floor. It'd been so long since he’d had sexual activity that his mind was a little numb and exhausted. Dream got dressed pretty quickly, and so did he. Good, in case this happens again.
"I didn't see you completely nude, and you didn’t get off." George commented.
Dream smiled at him and walked up, kissing his neck. "Next time."