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Sitting alone during a lunch period as a senior about to graduate wasn’t ideal for anyone. Well, anyone except Dream.
He is lounging on his favorite bench allowing his black clothes to take in the Florida sun and envelop him in heat. Dream had a sharpie cap between his lips and a smug smile on his face as he wrote down a quick, “Fuck you, Fuck this school” in his messy handwriting, along with a smiley face that he left with all of his little… drawings.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” The familiar voice cut through the humid air as he heard heavy steps come up to him. Only stopping when they were less than a foot away from him.
Dream smirked and looked up at the familiar accented voice. “Come on George, get over it. I know your dad runs the school, but–”
George cuts Dream off by gripping his biceps and dragging him away from his favorite form of art.
This was a common occurrence. Dream would do something stupid, George “daddy’s golden child” would turn him in to the school for doing something stupid. It was at least once a week that George would storm up to him, obscenities were clearly on his tongue but he always held them back as he walked Dream in. His small hand always rested in that same part of his bicep. Dream knew that if he wasn’t to pull away from the touch, run away from the consequences, he could. George wouldn’t be able to stop it. But Dream never did. Always opting to take his punishments in stride instead of running away from them.
At this point the only reason that Dream hadn’t been expelled was that he was one of the top people in his school's academics. Second to only George himself, and Dream was content with that. His grades cushioned him from the burning pits of hell that was expulsion, allowing him to keep fucking around in the Floridia sun and letting the handsome boy with the pretty hands take him in to administration at least once a week.
“Dream, this is the last straw. Your grades can’t save you forever. One more slip up and I’ll expell you.” The British accent that was so like George's it caught Dream off guard. This had never happened before. Though, Dream couldn’t do anything about it. All he could do was take it in stride, a smile was still on his face as he locked eyes with the principal.
Dream stood up without breaking eye contact, running a hand through his hair, and a wicked smile creeping further up his cheeks. “Guess I just won’t get caught!” He says cheerfully before seeing himself out of the office that would decide his fate if he was caught again.
This was all George’s fault. Why’d he have to go snooping for Dream every chance he got? All George was good for was looking in places he shouldn’t, and getting in the way of Dream trying to have some fun in his miserable high school life.
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The night had rolled around and the anger he held for George was boiling in his veins. If he ended up kicked out of school, it would all be on George.
Dream was getting restless in his bed, scrolling through Instagram would no longer suffice. His boredom burrowed into his bones and he didn’t know what to do about it.
Not a minute after he had vowed that he was finished checking Instagram, he picked his phone back up to refresh the feed. Karl’s Instagram was the first one that was pulled up.
Karl was one of the managers for the football team and was all in all a nice guy. Or, that’s what Dream thought until he saw who Karl had his arm slung over. It wasn’t his boyfriends, Sapnap or Quackity. Oh no. It was George. Principal's Son George. The Golden Boy George. The princess George.
But it was a different view of George that he had yet to see. It wasn’t the preppy boy who was the principal's eyes and ears throughout the school. It was just George. He has a carefree smile on his face, for once no tension in his face. He looked like a regular 18 year old boy.
It made Dream's stomach turn over. The way George’s nose scrunched as he laughed. His brown eyes closed with a flush across his cheeks. George was just begging for karma to come back and hit him in the face.
Dream threw his phone down, running a hand over his face. Fine. If George wanted to flaunt his pretty boy ignorance the Dream would have to make himself impossible to ignore.
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3 am and the keys for his car were in the ignition. He was driving to the Golden Boys house.
It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for Florida. The only thing that was eye-catching was the blue car that sat in the driveway. George’s blue car with a plate that read 404.
Under the cover of night Dream came to a stop a few houses away from George’s. His headlights were off and revenge danced in his green eyes. With an egg carton in hand, he walked toward his house. A shark-like smile was glinting at his lips as he let the first egg fly from his fingers and hit the pristine blue paint job.
Egg after egg left his hand and each throw got more and more angry. But it wasn’t only anger inside him. Dream could feel every bone in his body singing with freedom. That is until one well placed egg thrown by a star high school football player caused a car alarm to go blaring.
This was definitely not a part of the plan.
“Fuck.” Dream quietly murmured as he got ready to book it out of there.
That is exactly what he did. The concrete pounded under him as he ran the two blocks to his own car. He didn’t stop when he heard the door open, nor did he stop when he heard what was shouted after him, even though he knew it meant that he was screwed tomorrow.
“You’re fucking dead, Dream!” He could imagine the way George huffed this out, his eyes practically slits and his eyebrows scrunched together with rage. It was the perfect image. And boy did it leave Dream laughing through his panting breaths when he reached his car and drove off, finally able to rest easy knowing that he dealt with his simmering rage enough to where he could close his eyes and not imagine Georges stupid grin that was always on his face when Dream was dragged into the office.
His body sang with freedom even though the little voice in the back of his mind said to prepare for the sheer consequences of his actions at school tomorrow.
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Dream was right to be worried. No matter how small George was compared to Dream, it didn’t matter. When he was angry he grew to the size of Goliath and Dreams was no David.
Though, by no means did this mean that Dream ignored George or went out of his way to avoid him. No, Dream went about his day as normal but made sure to keep an eye on George the way one would keep an eye on the spider in the corner of a room. With annoyance and a slight amount of concern. Always watching to see its next move.
It was their lunch period that George snapped.
Dream was sitting in a hallway, earbuds in. He wasn’t paying attention, not really. Not until a hand slid through his hair and pulled his head up from where it was buried in his phone.
The tug from his hair was attention grabbing, but the pull in his stomach was even more concerning. He looked up at the person gripping his hair… of course it was him. He was just waiting to catch Dream off guard.
Green eyes gazed up into the deep abyss of Georges. “Get up and we’ll go somewhere more private.”
Dream rolled his eyes at George. “Get your hand out of my fucking hair, princess, and I will go with you gladly.”
George sighed and quickly let Dream go as he reached to pull out his earbuds. The walk to a nearby unlocked classroom was short and painless. They saw no one as they slipped into the off-limits room to have a… conversation.
As soon as Dream was in the room, George had him pinned to the door. Well, he was hardly pinned. He could have gotten away if he wished to, but frankly, Dream wanted to see where this was headed. If Dream was the “ bad boy” and George was the “golden boy” Dream wanted to know just how “bad” George could get. Dream wanted to see just how far this anger would take him.
“What did you want to talk about, Georgie?” Dream sat himself down on top of a desk as he says this. He watched as George turned the lock behind them before whipping around and facing Dream.
The anger was evident on his face, especially because George knew he was playing dumb. Dream knew the reason he had been pulled inside a dark and unused classroom by the school's favorite aristocratic British boy. “Don’t play dumb with me. You fucking egged my car.” George took a step closer to where Dream sat on top of the dusty desk. “You can’t just ride your good grades and football career to the end of school. You do realize that you’re totally fucked if I tell a soul that you did that, right?”
George is getting painfully close to Dream, his legs brushing against Dreams bent knees. In response to George's words, Dream just shrugged and maintained eye contact. He refused to be backed into a corner of submission even if it was by words that Dream knew held some truth.
The brunet boy let out a dry chuckle and leaned farther into Dreams face. “Come on. You’re so tough, you think you are fucking untouchable don’t you.” George was so close that Dream could feel his warm breath lightly falling across his cheeks. “You were talking so much a minute ago.”
Suddenly a hand came up for what Dream thought was sure to be a slap, but it was actually George’s lithe fingers gripping his chin. “Where’s the bad boy who vandalized bathrooms and benches? Who looked me in the eye and called me fucking princess, hmm?”
“Oh he is right here, baby. What? Do you want me to call you other pet names?” Dreams glaring green eyes stared up into George's piercing brown ones. He couldn’t help but crack a slight smile as he grabbed at George’s wrist, not even trying to remove his hand from his chin. Now. Dream pulled him closer with a small tug. “What other names would you like? Hmmmm, you seem like kitten would suit you. How about that? Sharp claws and still too pussy to do anything. Sound about right, kitten?”
Dream thought he had George with that. He was hoping to see a blush spread across George’s face, but all that happened was a laugh falling past his sweetly chapped lips. “I think you’re just projecting.” George laughs, their lips are almost touching due to how close they are. Dream can’t tell if he wants to close his eyes and lean in, or if he wants to shove George away and expose what he is really like. But all he ended up doing was sitting there while George pressed their lips together.
Their lips met with force. It was rough and messy as George's hands slipped into Dreams' hair and tugged. Dreams mouth fell open with a groan welcoming the slight sting in his scalp and the feeling of George tongue sliding passed his lips and into his mouth. The messy kiss was full of a shared hatred and passion for each other.
When George forced their mouths apart with the grip in his hair Dream groaned again, his eyes still closed. Even as he felt George lean closer to his ear, his warm breath fanned across it. “You can admit it. You like that I’m in control here. Not you. Me.” A small tug on Dream earlobe with George’s teeth had him keening.
“No…” Dream tried to make it as convincing as possible, but it was hard when he had George’s hands on him and his mouth too.
George pulled back, looking him in the eyes. “Really? You could tell me to stop whenever and I will.” He moved in closer to Dream, placing his hands on Dream's thighs. Dream was avoiding eye contact with George. All he could really focus on is the warmth of George’s hands on his thighs and how good they would feel on other parts of him.
His hands moved up his thighs, coming dangerously close to where Dream wanted to feel the most. George squeezed the plush flesh of Dreams thighs through his jeans causing Dreams head to fall back because of the close proximity to his now hardening cock. “Do you want me to stop, Dream?” The question was honest, Dream could tell just by the softness in George's voice that he had never heard before.
Dream’s eyes opened quickly at the prospect of stopping, he slammed his lips to George’s before murmuring a quick, “Fuck no.” against his lips.
George's hand finally fell to palm Dream through his jeans. Their lips were still connected in a bruising kiss full of tongue and spit as they pushed and pulled against each other like the waves of an ocean lapping at the sandy shore.
Dream gasped against George lips, a small whine and murmur of, “ Please…”
George pulled away from Dream, Dream finally being able to take in George’s flushed face as he looked down at Dream. Dream grinded himself up into George’s hand, practically begging for more attention from George. All he wanted at this point was for George’s hand to be down his pants at the very least. “Come on, Dream. We have to be quick with this, we only have until the period ends.”
Another groan left Dreams mouth as George finally undid the button on his pants with confident hands. Once the button was undone and his zipper was down, Dream was shimmying out of his jeans before he slammed his lips to Georges.
The kiss burned between them, hotter than the embers of a fire on a hot June night. George was palming Dream through his boxers, leaving Dream struggling to not buck his hips up into George's hands. Instead he settled for leaning his head back and moaning. Soon enough George was removing Dreams' boxers and gripping him in his hand. “Fuck, you’re good at this.” Dream moaned out like a prayer to a holy being instead of him sitting in a dinghy classroom letting someone he hated do the most unholy things to him.
Dream could hear George’s smirk even with his eyes closed in the dim room as he responded. “Yeah, baby? We’ve barely started and you’re already so desperate for me.”
Dream moaned louder as he felt George's hand quicken, bringing him closer to the edge. It was taking an embarrassingly small amount of contact to bring him teetering this close to cumming. “How often do you do this?”
As soon as those words left his now bitten lips, George removed his hand from his hard cock. All this did was leave him poised at the edge but no one to push him over.
Dream opened his eyes to look at the boy who was leaving him strung like this. He couldn’t think of anything to say though, no quick retort that he would normally have on the tip of his tongue to piss off George. His slow moving thoughts were cut short by the sound of George's belt sliding out of their loops and George stepping out of his pants. “What? Fucking people in a classroom? Not very often.” George soon pulled off his shirt before reaching a hand out to pull Dream off the desk and flip him around.
Soon enough the front of his hips are pressed against the desk along with his stomach. The rough treatment from George, someone smaller than him, pressing his hard cock against his hole, grinding down hard enough to have Dream practically sobbing to beg him to enter him, even if it was without any prep.
With one particularly harsh grind of George’s hips against his own, George leaned down over his back. George even grabbed his hair and yanked his head back slightly to meet him part of the way there. “But, if you asked how often I thought about this exact situation… it would be a different story.” His rough lips pressed against Dreams neck now, sucking dark hickeys into all the skin that he could reach with his teeth and tongue. It was messy and so fucking hot. Dream arched his back further to try and allow George more skin to work with. His skin was now a canvas for George and the bruises forming would surely be able to remind Dream of this situation for days to come.
“Come on baby. I gotta prep you.” George placed three fingers at Dreams bottom lips which he immediately accepted into his mouth sucking on them with relentless greed. “Remember we gotta be quick.”
Dream would have been content with George grinding against him and his pale and slight fingers buried in his mouth. It would have been enough to get him off, and he would admit that no matter how embarrassing it was. This was wet dream material and it had Dream turned on beyond belief. He was sure George felt the same way based on the small thrusts of his hard cock against Dreams' ass. It was greedy and so terribly hot.
Dream was groaning around the fingers in his mouth. No matter if he would be content with just grinding against pretty boy George, doesn't mean he doesn’t want more from him. More than anything he wanted George to absolutely ruin him. And with the way George ripped his fingered out of Dreams mouth, allowing for saliva to drip from Dreams now rosy lips.
Soon enough George had a finger circling his rim and dipping into his entrance. Both of which were enough to elicit a groan from the broken boy below George. “Please. Stop teasing.” Dream whined out. “You said we needed to hurry. So hurry. Your reputation is on the line, Mr–”
Dream was cut off by George entering his first finger all the way into him. Dreams back arched and he dropped his head against the desk.
Moments passed. Sweat was building on Dreams brow. On the curve of his spine. In the dimples at the bottom of his back. Then George slid in a second finger.
Even the small stretch had Dream keening. As soon as he even slightly adjusted, he was rocking his hips back against George's slight frame. Loving the way he was at the mercy of someone smaller than him. Moans were flowing from Dreams lips as George velvet tongue licked and kissed against the small of his back. “You’re doing so good.” George was singing praises to Dream and for the first time in the whole time he’d known George, there was no malice between them, only sweet and saccharine signatures that they were leaving on each other's bodies with their teeth.
Soon comes George's third finger that he Dream gripping the desk for all he is worth. “Please. Please. George–” Dream gasps out, thrusting his hips back.
“Please what, baby? What do you need?”
George is moving his fingers tantalizing and slow. Making Dream whine and beg for more of anything. “Please just fuck me.”
Dream could almost hear the satisfied smile on George's face when he pulled his fingers out of Dreams hole. A groan of displeasure left Dreams throat, low and drawn out as he mourned the loss of George’s talented hands.
A sinister and dark chuckle left George as he dragged his blunt nails down Dream's tan back. A shiver made its way down Dreams' spine, anticipation for George’s cock flooding his bones.
The crackle of foil and the slick sound of a condom rolling onto George’s length had Dream imagining how full he would feel once George was inside.
Dream could feel George tip at his entrance, teasing. Dream can hear George spit and hear the languid sound of him using it to lube himself up. All George needed to do was angle his hips slightly higher and Dream would be completely and utterly gone.
George on the other hand has different plans. No matter how small and lithe his hands are, the grip they have on Dream is intoxicating. He squeezes at the flesh of Dreams hips, but makes no move to thrust into him. “I’m gonna need you to admit something first.” George trailed off.
Dream groaned. What happened to needing this to go quick. “Mmmm, what George?”
“Admit that you are just an attention seeking whore.”
Silence blanketed them, save for dreams small whimpers at the light grinding against him. “No, I’m not.”
A slap against Dreams Ass rang out in the room. He was practically writhing where he was pressed against the table. “What was that?” George said, his hand now finding it’s way into flowing golden hair and tugging just enough to make him feel it.
“I said, I’m not an attention seeking whore.”
George hummed disapprovingly, “Fine. If you want to play it that way… Where is your sharpie?”
A lust filled brain couldn’t fully process what he said. Why did he need a marker? All Dream wanted was to feel George filling him, but George was thinking about a marker?
Another tug to his hair made Dream think it through. “Jean pocket.”
George let go of his hair, patting his head lightly and walking away a few steps. “Don’t you dare fucking move.”
A moment later George was back at his side, uncapping the marker with malice filling that air. Before Dream could ask what he was doing, he felt the marker tracing its way across his ass. A distinct smell of sharpie was coming up to greet him. “What’re you–”
But as soon as he had started, George was capping the marker again and giving a swift slap on his ass before tossing the marker and thrusting into him. “So you can remember who owns you.”
George’s voice was low and intoxicating as he effortlessly held onto Dream's hips and thrusted long, hard, and deep.
Gripping the edge of the table Dream moaned out as his knuckles turned white. “Please. Please go faster.”
George hips continued slamming into him, rocking him forward with every thrust. “First you need to tell me that you’re just an attention seeking whore.”
As if to punctuate his sentence, George slammed in again. This time he angled his hips up slightly causing Dream to moan louder than before. His thighs were shaking and it wasn’t from being bent over the desk for so long. It was from a toe curling thrust straight to his prostate that had him seeing white. George held himself there. Pressed flush with Dreams' ass, taking in the pants and whines that kept ebbing and flowing from Dreams bitten lips.
“Please.” Dream gasped out. “Please, George. I’m just an attention seeking whore. Just for you. Please. Just fucking go faster.”
The grip that George had on his hips tightened before he pulled out almost completely and slammed back in.
At this point, Dream had completely forgotten that they were in their school. George was pounding into him while they were supposed to be in lunch or some other god forsaken class. His moans bounced off the wall, falling back onto his own ears with a dirty intensity. George thrusts only got quicker. “You’ve got to keep quiet baby. You wouldn’t want anyone knocking on our door would you?”
Dream groaned at the thought of being caught. Surely he would be out of the school before he could even get his clothes back on. “Please…” Dream didn’t even know what he was begging for anymore. All of his coherent thoughts were lost to those of lust.
Georges thrusts were getting sloppier and faster as time went on. Minutes ticked away. They didn’t even pause when they heard the bell for their next class ring. Dream stood there taking whatever George would give him and his moans kept falling with no chance of Dream stifling them. Not when he was this close to falling over the edge and giving in to pleasure.
As Dream's moans kept getting louder and George's thrusts kept getting sloppier. Before Dream could make another noise, George leaned over him, slamming a hand over his mouth. “You just want us to fucking get caught don’t you?”
This is what sent Dram over the edge. George forced him into complete submission, not allowing him to make any noise freely. Dream came with a loud moan stifled by George's hand that was over his mouth.
“That’s all it took to shut you up and to make you cum?” George questioned with a small chuckle. His amusement soon died as his thrusts slowed and with one final thrust he came into the condom.
Cleanup was easy and painless as George helped Dream sit up from what was quickly becoming a painful position to his mind that was no longer muddled with lust.
They were both pulling their clothes on, Dream finishing before George as he needed to make himself look more presentable than Dream would care to. “So…” Dream trailed off running a hand through his hair as he watched George finish putting his belt on. “You won’t tell the school about what I did to your car.”
George sighed, glaring at Dream through his thick eyelashes. “No Dream. I won’t say anything. In fact… I’ll cover for you and say that you posted saying you were out with friends. I will cover you and your friend’s asses…” George took a step closer to Dream, tugging on his belt loops. “Only if we can do this again sometime.” George whispered in his ear.
A smile crept up to Dreams lips at the thought of this happening again. “Yeah. Name a time and place, George.”
George stepped away from Dream with a small smile, headed toward the door. Dream knew that with the fondness that was in George's smile that he wasn’t going to have to defend himself to the school and there was a promise of them doing this again. The prospect had Dream giving him a small chuckle.
As soon as George’s hand touched the door handle he jerked it back as if he forgot something. “Don’t forget to check what I wrote on you…” George trailed off, then he was gone quicker than someone's breath on a winter night.
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Dream skipped the rest of his classes that day. He’d already missed lunch and his class after that. Might as well just call it a day. Plus, George did a number on Dream. All he wanted was to take a shower and lay down, not learn about the missing colony of Roanoke.
After Dream got undressed for his shower he glazed in the mirror, remembering what George said. “Don’t forget to check what I wrote on you…”
The smirk on his face made that message even more enticing as he glazed in the mirror.
404
Was scrawled in quick writing… Dream smiled and remembered what George said after he wrote it. “So you can remember who owns you.”
The moment played in his head on repeat as he stepped into the shower and thought about what their next time would entail.