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Their relationship was serious.
Well, as serious as it could get without properly meeting the parents yet.
They planned for it to stay that way for a while. Dream knew his parents would love George but he really didn’t want to sit through a family dinner of questions and thick air just yet.
So they waited.
When they would hang out it would always be when Dream's parents were out, with enough leeway and plan B’s for them to not get caught in a too compromising position.
Dream’s parents new that he was gay, god that conversation happened eons ago it seemed. They also knew that he was seeing someone. The blonde had mentioned it in a brief conversation by accident when his sister kept making fun of him for being a loner.
Either it hadn’t clicked in his parents' brains or whoever’s up there is on his side because no ‘meet the parents’ dinner conversation had come up.
Cotton candy sweetness found warm honey as smooth glides from tongues licked flames over spit slicked gums, growing more eager to set the other ablaze.
The flurry of soft caresses over milky skin made hair spike like flowers blooming in spring. petals fell over boney hips in the shape of large hands that gripped on the verge of too hard. Dream knew the boy under him enjoyed the possessive marks though, so who was he to deny such a pretty boy of something he liked?
The warm shiver that danced through Dream’s veins only heightened as soft lips came in contact with the skin of his neck and alabaster fingertips gingerly spiralled down between their bodies.
“God George, you're gonna be the death of me.”
The upturn of peach lips were felt as the words only prompted him to suck further marks on the tanned clavicle under his teeth. His hand palmed at the front of Dream’s boxers, the blondes muffled sounds of pleasure were buried in the pillow that cradled the brunette's head.
It wasn’t uncommon for George to be the one adorning his boyfriend's body with marks, even from underneath. Truly he only did it for the praises that the boy rained down on him. He loved to hear music slip from plush lips as he trailed bruising mulberry down the colomb of his throat just to get hushed saccharine whispers in return.
“No one’s gonna get me, I think that’s enough marks for now bug. My moms gonna kill me if she sees.” A high disapproving whine melted into tan skin and Dream laughed airly.
“It’s not my fault you’re kissable.”
The blonde shook his head in fond amusement and let his lips meet a pout. “You’re such an idiot.” Dream whispered against a mauve smile and he could only imagine that his neck was littered with similar shades.
“Shut up and kiss me properly, fool.” Dainty fingers trailed up from their place on his boxers and gripped at sandy tufts, the boy pulled him into a bruising kiss that made Dream smile so hard George was basically kissing ivory.
Taps on dark oak went unheard by the couple until the sound of unoiled metal piercing their eardrums made the two fly apart as if their lips were the same end of a magnet. Shit shit shit.
The blonde felt warmth spread over the older boy under him and if they were in a different situation he would have laughed, however he could feel the flames lick across his own cheeks.
He breathed deeply into George's shoulder, whispered a small ‘ sorry love’ before he braced himself and looked towards the door, emerald eyes met with his mothers similar coloured irises.
“Hey mom” He winced at the look she sent him and knew that there would be a talk that would probably include something beginning with s and ending with x. ‘ God I am not ready for this’, ran through the boy's brain.
“Clay.”
“Hey honey” Dream’s voice floated through the cellular device that sat on a messy desk.
“Hi D, how was it, did she yell, what happened?” The brunette eagerly queried about what went down at the household after he scurried out awkwardly. He heard a vague sigh slip from lips he knew well.
“It was ok. She was, you know, being a mom.” The brunette wasn’t sure what that entailed as his own mom didn’t talk to him much but he bit his tongue and waited for Dream to talk again.
When silence was all that greeted him he walked over to check if the call had disconnected. His phone lit up to see his boyfriends display name still present along with the bright red end button.
“D what’s up?” Dream muttered something incomprehensible and George laughed. Classic Dream trying to get out of things. “Babe, you’re gonna have to speak up.”
“Don’t laugh George! This is embarrassing.”
“Spit it out you idiot or I’ll hang up.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh I would.”
“Fine, fine, don’t hang up!”
“Finally. Ok, I’m comfy, I’ve got my popcorn, go ahead.”
“You’re an idiot.” A smile lit up the brunette's face as he heard the playful exasperated laugh.
“Well first she talked about how, um, well you know, the way she, uh, found us I guess. She kinda got angry tha like, I um bring you over when they’re like, not around. So she thought that we were having, uh, um, you know-”
“You mean sex, babe?”
“Yes, shut up, let me continue.” George laughed as he pictured green irises rolling up towards blonde that lapped at his forehead.
“Anyway, so she was talking about that and so I was just sitting there like, awkward obviously because I did not want to be having that conversation with her. And she just, she kept going! It was fucking crazy. She was going on about like ‘why would you bring him round while we are out before properly meeting him’, ‘do you know how it made me feel walking into your room and seeing you two like that’. You know it’s funny because she could’ve walked in on you with your hand practically down my pants and I almost said that to her which wouldn’t have been good. Then she went on about how it was indecent and asked if we had actually had sex!” By now the brunette was hunched over his phone with tears pooling at his waterline. He gasped for air a couple times before he questioned the dumbass that was his boyfriend.
“So what did you say? You didn’t tell her, did you?”
“Of course I didn’t tell her that her fucking only son had sex with his boyfriend that she barely knew! Are you crazy! I like shook my head and said something like ‘we’ve gotten close’ which I think she didn’t really believe. Then the worst thing happened. She started talking about safe sex and shit and I wanted to die. It was so embarrassing and obviously she’s both, not a guy nor gay so she didn’t really know how to properly like talk to me about it so she brought out her fucking phone and went to go look it up. I stopped her thankfully and told her that I got the jist and if I needed to know anything I could look it up myself but George it was terrible! Oh and to make it worse she wants to have you over for a family dinner on Saturday.” Dream was flustered, George always thought it was cute but he couldn’t help but pale at the thought of a dinner.
“Like, a dinner with your sister and both your parents?”
“Uh, yeah. Obviously no pressure, I don’t really want to do it either you can like make up an excuse or something.”
“No Dream it’s ok, I’m sure it’ll be fine!”
Fine.
Yeah it was not fine.
George was freaking out. His leg jostled the whole car as they drove towards the blonde’s house.
“D, tell me why I agreed to this again? How am I supposed to face your mother after she saw me in your bed in just my boxers. I don’t think I can come back from that.” Dream laughed and placed a calloused palm on his thigh.
“It’s because you love me. Also I do think I remember telling you, you could make up an excuse to get out of said family dinner.” George huffed and looked over at Dream and the blonde definitely heard the hitch in his breath.
The streetlight cast a golden glow on the already god-like teen, the sharp bone of his jaw was more present against the black collar of his shirt. The brunette could only imagine how the light would dance in his eyes. Everything about Dream on this Saturday night driving down the highway calmed George. He could never understand how the blonde could do that without even really doing anything. A long breath fell from his lips as he relaxed into the leather and placed his hand over the tan one on his denim clad leg.
“Come on bug, you’ll be fine” Dream tugged on his hand and elongated the e. The brunette shook his head and let out a huff. “They’ll love you i’m sure! now hurry up it’s cold out I can see your breath.”
The blonde grabbed the sleek golden knocker on the large front door and hit it down with a thud before repeating the action twice more. He turned back George with a bright smile on his face and the brunette couldn’t help but think that he looked like a child on Halloween waiting for candy. The boy quickly pulled George in by his waist and pecked his lips before turning to the wood once again as if nothing happened. He did it perfectly in time too as a second later the door swung open and there stood his mom.
“Ah, good Clay got you here safe George, we were beginning to worry. Come in, come in it’s cold out there.”
“Thank you for having me! Bye!”
“It was no worries dear!”
“Bye mom, i’ll be back in a bit.”
“You’re a liar. A dirty fucking liar!” George pointed a stern finger at Dream as he backed out of the driveway. Though his words were playful and he was trying not to melt at the way the boy put his arm on the back of his chair to reverse, he meant what he said.
“How am i liar?” “Your mom hates me. She probably told your dad about what she saw too because I swear he was staring daggers at me.” A scowl fell from his face at the touch of the blondes hand squeezing his own.
“No yeah he knows.” Dream held back a laugh at the face George made.
“And you didn’t think to tell me? Are you fucking kidding?”
“Sorry love.” The green eyed boy shrugged his shoulders.
“You’re not sorry” Dream looked over to the brunette and gave him the best apologetic face he could.
“Don’t look at me like that I feel so betrayed. Oh and also, you look fucking fantastic but did you really have to wear the shirt barely buttoned up? Your mom literally kept looking at the hickeys and then at me. I know I love to see them, but I didn’t really need you showing them off to your parents when I was trying to make a good impression!” Mock hurt painted his words as a hand sat on his chest.
“Stop bitching and moaning, she already saw them when she walked in on us, two seconds after you gave them to me.” The brunette rolled his chocolate orbs at that.
“You still didn’t have to show them to her again. At least your sister was cool though.”
“Yeah she can be a real piece of shit sometimes but I love her.”
The couple arrived back at George’s house and his mom was out. As usual. George thought and groaned to himself as he pulled Dream up the stairs.
“Can we take a shower, I wanna get this day off me.” A small hum was all the boy needed before he wrapped alabaster fingers around a tan wrist and brought him into the blinding white room.
“Thank you for coming and meeting my parents properly, my love.” The blonde rested his forehead against the shorter boys. “I know you don’t think they enjoy your company very much and you also didn’t really want to go, but I appreciate it so much.” The soft words sent shivers up his bare back, the warm water that cascaded down on them doing nothing to help the chill.
“It was nice, well the food I mean.” George earned a quiet laugh from that and his stomach fluttered. Supple fingers twirled through soaked locks at the nape of the blonde beauty in front of him.
“At least now mom will let you come over and she won’t barge into my room.” Their eyes locked and through the haze of warm steam and droplets caught on lashes George shook his head like a dog that got wet.
“Nope. I don’t think I am ever stepping foot in your house ever again. Plus who needs your house when my mom is never home and I have no siblings. Free range here baby.” The blonde scoffed.
“Come on, don’t be like that, my love.” A giggle bubbled up from George throat as large hands fell to the small of his back and pulled him into awaiting lips.
“I love you” The two both muttered against each other before they broke apart and laughed until they were clutching at their abdomens and tears fell onto bright pink cheeks.