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Dream squinted his eyes and placed a flat hand on his brow bone, trying his hardest to keep the sun from blinding him.
“It’s too bright out here.” He mumbled, the brunette next to him giggling, “I don’t go outside, I’m not used to this..”
“Well, then you’ll just have to suck it up, we’re here for two weeks.” She mentioned and fixed the bag on her shoulder, “C’mon, it’ll be fun, I promise.” She held her hand out for him to take, beautifully manicured fingers that he payed for wiggling, Dream rolled his eyes and chuckled.
“Fine, now let’s go to the hotel I need a shower.”
The uber to the hotel wasn’t long, Kira — Dreams girlfriend, planing what they could do later on after settling in their room and taking quick showers.
“Okay we’re in room 208, here’s a spare key.” Dream handed her the card and grabbed his luggage, making their way to the very fancy elevator.
Unpacking wasn’t very eventful, Dream grabbing the clothes he was going to wear after his shower, a towel and soaps, while Kira unpacked not only her clothes and shower necessities, but all her skin care and makeup.
Dream sighed as the warm water hit his back, suds running down his lean frame, happy to not be smelling like sweat anymore, but now his favorite body wash.
Before he could continue and wash his hair, two thin arms wrapped would his torso, “Do you mind if I join?” A sweet voice asked.
Turning around Dream smiled and cupped his girlfriends face, her long brown hair held up by a hair clip, “Not at all.” He pecked her lips.
Needless to say, the shower took much longer than it should have, both walking out of the bathroom red faced and panting, “Okay let’s get ready fast, we’re gonna be late for dinner.” Kira laughed, wiping her eyes from the slight tears she had in them.
Dream smirked, “I’m fine with being late.” The girl rolled her eyes and threw a pillow at him.
They did in fact make it on time, making their way to a table and looking through the menu, “I think I’m going to get the pesto pasta with chicken…” Kira mentioned, grabbing her cocktail and taking a sip.
The blonde nodded, “Okay, can you order? I have to go to the bathroom.” Kira nodded, “And don’t forget the artichoke dip, please.” He pleaded, hands clasped together and he made his was to the restroom.
He walked into the bathroom, two other men in there, he kept his head down and did his business, after finishing he made his way to the sink, another man also approaching and washing his hands.
He turned to glance at the smaller man, immediately recognizing him, “Uhh..G-George?” He uttered, the brunette slightly turning his eyes and looking up at his eyes.
His eyes seemed to have widened in shock, “Clay..?” His voice broke, “Uh..fancy seeing you here?” He chuckled, grabbing some paper towels and drying his hands, British accent thick, yet voice as soft as ever.
Dream pulled himself out of his thoughts, also reaching for paper towels with damp hands, “Yeah..what..what’re you doing here?” He asked, only now noticing that the bathroom was empty.
George smiled, “Well I was surprised with a vacation for my anniversary.” He said, “What brings you to Greece?”
Dream stressed his lips between his teeth, “Uh my girlfriend thought it would be nice to take a little vacation..” He said, “And anniversary? I didn’t know you were dating again.”
George blushed slightly, averting his gaze, “Um yeah..it was sudden but it’s been a while now that we’ve been together, seven years, though we didn’t start dating until five years ago.” George nodded, “We met in university when I moved back to London.”
Dream nodded with a hum, his chest tightening a bit.
Dream and George met in high school, George being a transfer student in their junior year, Dream was moved up a grade because of his academic placement.
So they started a relationship in the middle of the year, being attached at the hip, typical high school love.
Though, roll around senior year and they have a messy break up, neither liked to bring it up, but Dream became self absorbed and let high school fame get to him, George getting sick and tired of the blonde not doing anything when others would approach him and try to flirt.
So they broke up, George ending it with, “If what I’m offering isn’t enough, then let’s end it now before we one of us gets hurt.” But the damage was already done, both ending up hurt.
They didn’t talk after, George was valedictorian of their class, and moved back to the UK, Dream not being able to muster up the courage to tell him he was sorry and to forgive him, letting his pride win.
“George I’m sorry for what happened back then..” Dream started off, “I know it’s too late for that but I just really need to apologize for it, I was dick and you deserved better than that, I’m sorry..”
George looked back into the sea of viridian that was Dreams apologetic eyes, he gave a soft smile, “Don’t worry about that Dream, it was a long time ago, though you were an idiot.” George softly laughed and threw away his paper towels, Dreams heart beating at the sound, “Maybe we catch up, if you want you can join me and my partner for dinner right now.”
Dream gave a nod, following George to the door, also throwing away his crumbled paper, “Let me ask my girlfriend if she’s okay with that.”
Kira agreed to eating lunch with an “old friend” of her boyfriend, asking the waiter to bring their order to their table, Dream always being awestruck by her Greek.
“This is Kira, my girlfriend.” He introduced, Kira shaking George’s hands and the man next to him.
“I’m Wilbur, nice to meet you both.” The man introduced himself, his voice catching Dream off guard, he didn’t know what to expect but the man’s accent was very prominent, his voice a bit gruff.
“We already ordered, do you want me to wave down a server?” George asked, Kira shaking her head no.
“I ordered earlier, I already told them to bring our things here.” She smiled, hand intertwining with Dreams on the table.
“You have a ring.” Wilbur pointed out, grabbing his glass of wine, “I thought you two were just dating?”
Dream nodded, “It’s like a promise ring, it’s really old actually, you’ve had it since our freshman year of college?” He asked, the girl nodding.
“Yeah we actually knew each other since senior year of high school, we didn’t date for some reason, and we ended up at the same college and decided it was “meant to be”.” She laughed.
George tensing up at the mentioning of high school, Dream noticing in the corner of his eye, “Yeah well I was going through something that year, I’m glad things worked out though.” He smiled, Kira resting her head on his shoulder.
“Well me and George met in university in London, I lived in Brighton at the time but decided to dorm in London, and we ended up being dorm mates.”
George scoffed, “Stroke of luck, you kept pursuing me, for two years.” He laughed, a waiter coming by with their food, once he left Kira asked a question.
“For two years, why so long?” She asked, taking a sip from her drink.
George cleared his throat, “Had a rough break up my senior year of high school, took me a while to get over it,” He paused, “Wilbur was persistent and finally I decided to go on a date with him.”
“After two years of torture.” Wilbur joked, earning a light smack in the arm from George, Dream watched as his eyes lit up how he smiled, his chest tightening again.
Dinner was soon over, Kira happily talking with the other couple, Dream occasionally jumping into the conversation, “Oh tomorrow we’re going to the beach, would you guys like to join?” She asked.
Dreams head perking up, “Uh..sure, we were planing on staying in but I’m up for the beach, you?” Wilbur asked, George hummed, agreeing.
“Great! What hotel are you two staying at?”
After telling them they realized they were staying at the exact same hotel, only a floor apart.
“We’ll meet you on the main lobby, three o’clock?” George asked, Kira nodded and they payed, Dream and Kira going back to their hotel room, the other couple deciding to spend more time out.
“That was nice, what’re the chances you run into an hold friend here.” She giggled, pulling off her heels.
“Yeah..weird..” Dream mumbled, pulling off his turtle neck shirt, “Um I’m gonna take a shower, I’ll be quick.” He gave a soft smile and kissed her on the temple, she hummed and continued to brush her wavy hair.
Once in the shower, the blonde just stood there, letting the warm water drop all over his body, his heart beating and hands shaking.
He never thought George would come back into his life, and the times he’s thought about it have always been the same. He would apologize for what he did, George would forgive him, and they would be together again.
But there were to factors that prevented that in reality, one of them was Kira and the other was Wilbur.
He sighed and continued his shower, trying to wash off the dirty feeling of still having feelings for George.
The morning came by quickly, Dream and Kira ordering breakfast and happily eating in bed, watching something on Netflix, glad their hotel provided it.
“Which bathing suit should I wear?” Kira asked, holding up two beautiful option, a navy blue one with a sheer wrap skirt, and a purple one with gold sea shell designs and a matching wrap skirt.
“The purple one.” He pointed, looking for his own swim trunks, pulling out a foresty green pair.
“Okay let me change and then we can get going.” She smiled and made her way to the bathroom, Dream swiftly changing out of his clothes and into his trunks and a white shirt.
He grabbed a hair tie and put his hair in a half up half down, he needed a hair cut, but George liked his hair long…no..Kira liked his hair long.
He shook his head, getting that thought out of his mind, “I’m done, what do you think?” She asked, Dream smiled and approached her, hands resting on her hips.
“Beautiful.” They shared a kiss and proceeded to get their things, making their way to the main floor.
There they saw George and Wilbur talking, George laughing at something the other said.
Once they approached them, Dream realized just how tall Wilbur was, he was a good two or three inches taller than him, George looking so small next to him, Kira even smaller, she was 5’5 after all, George being 5’9 and Dream 6’3, so Wilbur was probably 6’5 Dream thought.
“Hey.” The man greeted, pulling Dream out of his thoughts, “We ordered an uber for all of us, it should be here in five minutes.”
Dream noticed George was quiet, holding his own hands, he knew the older usually did that when he was nervous or thinking, he averted his gaze when the latter looked back at him, he needed to control his staring, he probably looked weird.
After the uber ride and after settling on the beach, Dream helped Kira apply sunscreen, the girl doing the same for him, as he finished applying to his arms he heard laughing coming from the other couple, “C’mon George you’re going to burn.” Wilbur laughed as he tried to rub sunscreen into George’s face.
“I’m going to be under here the whole time anyway.” George laughed, referring to the umbrella he was sat under.
“No you’re not, you’re going into the water with me, please, you promised.” Wilbur begged, George rolling his eyes.
“Fine…make sure to get my back, yeah?” He gave a flirty smile and pecked the corner of his boyfriends lips, the older smirking and fully connecting their lips in a kiss.
“Wanna go out in a bit?” Kira asked, pulling off her cover and sitting in the chair next to Dream, he looked away from the two Brits.
“Yeah.” He softly smiled, continuing to feel that emptiness in his chest.
Dream couldn’t help his wondering eyes, every hour since they’ve been spending time with each other on this trip all he would focus on was George and Wilbur.
At the beach he would see them laughing and enjoying themselves, watched as Wilbur would easily pick up George and toss him into the water, how George would tiptoe and wrap his arms around the mans neck to kiss him. How they whispered to each other and build sandcastles, “Can you get more water?” George asked Wilbur, the man nodded and made his way back to the ocean.
George looked up and noticed Dream looking at him, “Where’d Kira go?” He asked, dusting his hands off.
Dream took a sip of his beer, “She wanted to bring snacks, I told her I would go with but she insisted I didn’t…she’s really stubborn.” He chuckled, “I mean she’s Greek so she knows her way around.”
George nodded, “I was thinking she was Greek, she’s really pretty.” he complimented, continuing to shape his castle.
Dream nodded, “Why did it take you so long to say yes to Wilbur’s advances?” He asked, “I know it was because of our break up..but-“
George cut him off, “I was sad, really sad and in a way, I wanted to go back to Florida and tell you I still wanted to be with you.” He sighed and leaned back, his hands supporting his weight. He looked towards the shore, Wilbur helping a pair of kids who were also building a sandcastle by giving them some water, he smiled and waved at George who waved back.
“I was hoping we would get back together and I didn’t want to hop into something new only to end up hurting someone.”
He looked back at the blonde, “Wilbur’s a great guy, I knew that from the start, so I waited until I gave up on the idea of us.” He then chuckled a bit, throwing his head back to move some of the hair in his face, “Plus it was fun to see how committed Wilbur was to me, I told him he should move on but he swore he would do anything for me, that made me fall for him more than I already had.”
Dream nodded and felt his heart break a little, was George really over him?
“There’ll always be something between us Dream,” George said, as if he read the blondes mind, “you were my first love. I’m a firm believer that you don’t stop loving past partners, you just learn to love someone else more…”
Before Dream could get anything out, Wilbur came back with a plastic bucket of water, “Sorry those kids said if I could help them with water, they’re pail had a hole in it.”
George smiled, “Don’t worry about it, that was sweet.”
The pair of couples got some food after their trip to the beach, stopping by a restaurant near by, enjoying some lovely food.
After arriving at the hotel Dream and Kira showered together, things becoming heated after a long shower.
The woman moaned and arched her back, Dream burying his face in her neck, kissing and rolling his hips deeply.
He didn’t want to look at her face, he couldn’t, because when he did earlier, when he laid her on the bed, all he saw was brown doe eyes staring back at him, instead of her bright blue ones.
He saw large plump lips tinted a light shade of pink and the small frame of a man.
All he saw was George.
All he wanted was George, he wanted his dark wavy hair, his soft pretty lips and his big brown eyes. He wanted George to hold onto him the way he does Wilbur, he wants to hear him laugh again and call him by his name with honey like sweetness.
Wants to taste him again, be able to make him moan the way he used to, to hold his waist and have his slender hands in his hair again. Be able to look down at the boy and see his eyes watering in pure bliss as Dream continued to thrust into him with all the love and passion he could muster.
To make George feel loved, give him what Dream couldn’t back then, show him how much he means to him and just how much he loved him. He would do anything for George.
And the thought of Wilbur being able to do all of that made his blood boil, he was possessive and jealous, jealous that he couldn’t hold George like he used to.
He loudly grunted as he came, Kira arching her back with a broken moan as she also finished.
He panted, arms tight around the woman’s torso as he came down from his high. He pulled out, grabbing some tissues and pulling off the condom, tying it and wrapping it in tissues.
Kira smiled and kissed him, “That was amazing.” She said, hazy from her orgasm, “This vacation is really getting you relaxed isn’t it.” She giggled.
Dream softly chuckled and discarded the condom, laying next to Kira and holding her, “Yeah…it has..”
The next days they spent together, no Wilbur or George, on their last four days Kira announced she would be with her family.
“You’ve already met them so you don’t have to join, I’m just going because my sister recently had her baby and I want to spend time with them, they won’t mind, trust me.”
She reassured as she finished packing her bag, “We’ll meet at the airport on our last day, but call me if anything happens, take this as some time for yourself.” She pecked his lips and smiled, “I’ll see you soon.”
Dream smiled back and said his goodbyes as she left the room.
He sighed and threw himself back onto the mattress, four days to himself, he’d probably spend it sleeping.
And that he did, the first day he spend most of his time sleeping, maybe watching something on TV but for the most part sleeping.
The second day wasn’t too eventful either, he decided to do some work, which wasn’t the best way to spend vacationing in Greece, but he might as well get ahead before going back.
Now it was the day before his last day in Greece, he decided some fresh air would be nice, maybe spend some time at the beach and relax.
He raised his head to walk out of the elevator into the main lobby and was now face to face with George, “Oh..hey.” The brunette greeted sheepishly. He was holding a small paper bag.
Out of pure shock Dream didn’t get off the elevator, George walking in and pressing the numbered button that will take him to his room, “Hi..” He finally replied.
He looked at the bag again and cleared his throat, “What’s that?” He asked, this felt like the longest elevator ride ever.
George chuckled, “It’s medicine, Wilbur got sick after eating something, I told him not to eat it but he refused saying it was too good to stop.” He shook his head, a fond smile on his lips, Dream stared at those same lips, wetting his own and turning to look forward again.
The elevator dinged and they were now on George’s floor, “Well, bye Dream.” He softly said and made his way out of the elevator.
Dream chewed his bottom lip, this would be his last chance to ever get to talk to George, and he was desperate.
He held a tight grip on George’s wrist, loosening it when the man looked back at him, “Uh..I..Do you want to come by my room and have a drink? Catch up?” He asked, hoping, pleading to whatever god, that George would say yes.
George stared back with big eyes, also stressing his lip between his teeth, “Um sure..let me drop this off..” He agreed and gave a smile, Dream dropping his hand and walking out of the elevator with him.
“I’ll wait here.” He smiled, George nodded and made his way to his shared room with Wilbur, only taking a minute or two before walking back out.
The elevator ride up was silent, Dream was content, he liked being in George’s presence, on the other hand, the Brit was worried, he wasn’t sure if he should have agreed, he should be in his hotel room taking care of his loving boyfriend; even though Wilbur said he should go and not worry about him.
Dream opened the the door, holding it open for the older, he walked in and looked around, “Where’s Kira?” He asked standing in the middle of the room.
Dream squeezed past him, hands on his waist to get through, “She went to visit her family.” He replied, George’s cheeks tinting a slight pink after the close contact.
He reached into the mini fridge that was provided by the hotel, “Champagne?” He asked pulling out a cold glass bottle of champagne. George nodded and took a seat at the end of the bed.
“So what made Wilbur sick? Just so I know not to order it.” Dream chuckled, handing the Brit his glass who returned a laugh.
“Shocker, it was sea food.” He smiled as he took a sip of his drink, “I said it didn’t look normal but he insisted.” Dream sat in the chair across from him, also taking a sip of champagne.
For a while they sat in a comfortable silence, occasionally bringing something up. George was content, his nervous feelings from earlier dissipating the more he talked to Dream, it felt like high school again.
At some point they were drunkenly laughing, George falling back onto the white sheets holding his stomach, “Stop! My stomach hurts!” He laughed, face red and tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
Dream was trying to catch his breath, at some point he moved to sit next to George, moving his hands from his face as he looked back to see George laughing.
Once they calmed down George just smiled at him.
He looked pretty, hair a bit messy and his face tinted pink, either from all the laughing or drinking. His gaze held something Dream couldn’t decipher, was it adoration? Maybe just sheer happiness, either way, he loved seeing George like this.
The brunette sat up, “It’s getting late.” He said, wiping away at stray tears, “I should get going.”
Dream swallowed, he knew what he was thinking probably wouldn’t end well, it was definitely a bad idea, a thought that would leave people hurt and lead to a big mistake.
But he needed to know, he was craving the answer like a drug, he needed to know if George felt what he felt, if he’s continued to have these same feelings years after they separated.
So he kissed him.
He kissed George and made sure to put in everything he felt, making sure George felt every ounce of what was in his heart, bleeding his love and letting George take it all, because he would give anything to the man.
And his heart swelled and bursted in his chest when George kissed back, cupped his face and pushed his lips back against his own.
They pulled away panting, their foreheads pressed together.
Dream was the first to speak, “George..” He whispered, scared that if he spoke any louder someone would hear and know all about their dirty alliance.
“Please Dream…we can’t do this..” George pulled away, his eyes were big and teary, “It’s wrong..”
Dream couldn’t let this happen, he wouldn’t allow it, “George..I love you, I never stopped and seeing you these past two weeks made me realize I still want you.”
His confession was met with silence, George staring at him with down turned features, “Dream..I’m with Wilbur..” He looked away, sniffling.
Dream hated seeing George cry, and unfortunately he made George cry more times than he’d liked to admit, he cupped his hand over George’s cheek, slowly turning his head to look into his eyes, “George..I know you feel the same..”
With slight hesitation, George smashed their lips together again, his arms wrapping around the blondes neck, Dream wrapping his own around his waist and pulling him onto his lap.
Tongues wrapped around the other, Dream pulling off his shirt, George’s following, his hands ran down the small waist, tightly gripping his hips as they ground down on his hard bulge, he groaned and kissed down George’s jaw and neck.
The Brit whined, breathy pants and pleads leaving his mouth, his hands tightening in long, blonde waves.
Dream pulled away from his neck and looked up at George, who was sat up tall on his knees, they shared another kiss, this time it was slower, less lust driven and full of the things they couldn’t put into words.
They pulled away again, “We can stop now if you want to..” Dream whispered, the words were hard to get out, because in reality he wished this would never end.
George bit his lips, the fact that he was thinking about whether to stop or not gave Dream some hope that he would want this to continue.
And then George got off his lap, the warmth of his body leaving, a sudden rush of chills fell over his entire body, he felt sick.
Before he could accept that George was leaving, he saw the older undoing the tie of his sweatpants, “Do you have lube?” He asked.
Dream nodded and grabbed the bottle out of his bag, laying it next to him as he sat back down on the bed, he pulled his own pants off, both now in their underwear.
George stood between his legs, playing with his hair as Dream laid his head on George’s chest, listening to his heart beat, “Can I ride you..?” George asked, Dream looked up, his chin against the pale chest.
“Let me prep you first..”
They pulled away and George laid on the bed with his ass in the air and hugging a pillow below himself.
Dream spread lube over his fingers, he looked back at George, looking back at him with those same brown eyes, he let out a shaky breath and ran his hand up and down George’s side.
He kissed down the mans back before pushing in the first finger, George whimpering and closing his eyes, Dream continued to sooth him.
He felt a sense of deja vu, seeing George like this reminded him of when they were together, young and in love; when they would sneak around to the others house when their parents weren’t home, giggling and trying to keep quiet as they shared their most intimate and romantic moments.
They were each other’s firsts, Dream had never been so intimate with a man before George, and barely with women, never going beyond basics, and George had never been with anyone intimately ever.
He pushed in another finger and looked back at George, tears filled his eyes and his mouth was open in quiet, barely there cries.
He leaned closer to him and pressed his lips against his temple, “You’re perfect, George..” He said, George finally letting out a sob and burying his face into the pillow.
The next fingers were easier, George moaning and holding a tight grip on the sheets.
Finally the same fingers pulled out of him, Dream wiped them off on his discarded shirt, “Are you okay?” He asked, Dream wasn’t sure if George was fully into this.
He knew it was bad what they were doing, but all he was thinking about was how George felt, he hadn’t given a single thought to Kira and how she would feel if she ever found out.
George sat up, “This is wrong right?” He asked, Dream sighed, taking a seat on the bed next to him, he nodded yes, “I don’t feel bad about it though..and that scares me.” He admitted and kissed the blonde.
They got into position while continuing the kiss, pulling away so George could spread lube onto Dreams cock, slowly he lined himself up.
Dreams hands rested on his hips as George began to lower himself, making little sounds of discomfort as he continued to move down.
When he finally reached the base he let out a whine, Dreams grip on his hips tightening as he threw his head back and let out a muffled groan.
He panted, looking back at George with those piercing green eyes, they were like snake eyes, enticing, enchanting, yet so much danger laid beyond them.
George ran his hands up Dreams chest, stopping when he got to his face, he leaned forward and softly kissed him; Dream, unlike a snake, wasn’t venomous, if he was..George didn’t know why he was coming back for more.
Slowly he lifted his hips, bringing them back down, moaning into their kiss.
He pulled away, hands gripping his ex lovers shoulders as he continued to raise his hips and bring them back down, Dreams hands helping guide him when he would grind himself down on the length.
George threw his head back and moaned, his hands leaving Dreams shoulder and instead holding a scaring grip on his thighs behind him.
He looked back only to see Dream looking at him with that same look, a look full of lust and hunger, like he was starved of George for years, because that’s exactly how he felt, and George loved when Dream looked at him like that.
Biting his lip George ground his hips in a circular motion, remembering all the things that drove Dream crazy, and he was happy to know they still worked as Dream lurched forward and wrapped his arms around George, burying his head in his neck and moaning.
George tangled his hands in the blonde locks, panting he said, “Fuck me, fuck me like you’ve been imagining these past few days.” He whispered, Dream whining.
George knew how Dream felt this past few days, he wasn’t very good at hiding his emotions, never was really.
And George could never forget the way Dream would look at him when ever he wanted to fuck him.
He felt himself being lifted and suddenly his back hit the mattress, hips being lifted up, he looked forward, Dream sat high on his knees, holding onto his waist, his long hair falling in front of his eyes as his chest rose up and down with every breath he took.
George let out a breath of his own and threw his head back in a whimper, knees bending and pointing inwards as Dream delivered the first harsh thrust.
His thrusts were harsh, yet slow, wanting to take his time, wanting this moment to last as long as he could make it last.
He leaned forward and kissed at George’s chest, licking and sucking over his hardened buds, occasionally bitting at his skin.
Dream lifted himself up and quickened his thrusts, being sure to continuously aim for that spot that drove George crazy, “Please! Please- god!” George sobbed, tears were falling from his eyes and he was arching his back more than it already was.
He was so close to the edge when Dream pulled out, “No please- Dream p-please.” He begged, his voice was hoarse and his long eyelashes were clumped together with tears, face pink and nose sniffling.
Dream kissed his plush lips as gently as he could, he started to manhandle George on his side, pulling away so he could get into position.
He pushed back in, George turning his face into the mattress and letting out a muffled cry as Dream continued the same pace, somehow hitting the same spot even better now.
The blonde threw his head back in a moan, looking back down he placed a hand on George’s ass, pulling it away so he could see himself pushing in and out of the shorter, “Fuck George-“ He groaned, reaching for the mop of brown hair and pulling so George was looking at him, “Just like I remember.”
George moaned at that, his eyes rolling back for a split second, “So good- so so so good-“ He babbled, not being able to think straight, all that was on his mind was Dream fucking him into this hotel mattress.
As moans grew so did their orgasms, George crying as his approached, “C-coming! Oh my god Dream- f-fuck!” He began to shiver as his orgasm raked through his body, cum getting on his stomach but mainly on the sheets below.
Dreams thrusts grew sloppy as he neared his own orgasm, throwing his head back with a loud moan he pulled out, finishing on George’s ass and thighs.
He panted as he finished, blonde, sweaty locks covering his eyes as he hung his head forward.
Swallowing he peaked up to look at George, such a beautiful, undone mess, he was panting and tears were drying on his face, hair messy and naked body on full display.
Dream would die on his grave defending this, he has always said it to George as well, “You’re like Aphrodite reborn.” He whispered into his ear, kissing his shoulder, “You’re perfect George…”
George sat at the end of the bed, he wore nothing but his large shirt and his boxers, hair wet and water dripping onto his covered shoulders.
Dream handed him a cup of tea for his throat, he sat and watched as George blankly stared at the wall, cupping his hands around the warm mug of tea.
“George-“ “I’m a bad person…” He cut off the blonde.
Dream sighed, “No you’re not George,” he started, setting down his own cup of tea, “you’re amazing.”
George turned to look at him, “I just cheated on my boyfriend with my ex..that’s a pretty shitty thing to do, Clay.” George spat, his anger was evident, he never used Dreams real name unless he was upset.
Dream looked down at his cup, “I should go…” George softly spoke, placing the mug down on the TV stand and grabbing his sweatpants, he quickly pulled them up and grabbed his phone.
“George, we should at least talk about this.” Dream said, “We need to talk.”
George shook his head, trying to find his shoe, “No, Dream, I don’t want to talk.” His nose was sniffling, “I have to go.”
He grabbed his shoe and started to pull it on, “George please, let’s talk.”
“No Dream!” He yelled finally looking at the blonde, he was crying again, “I don’t want to talk because what happened was a mistake, I was drunk,” He ran his hand through his hair, “we were drunk.”
Dream just stood there silently, “Just forget this happened Dream, it wasn’t supposed to happen anyway..”
Before another word could be spoke George was already out of the door, Dream stood in the middle of the room gazing at the door, he cursed and ran his fingers through his wet hair.
He didn’t know what to do, he had finally accepted that he was still deeply in love with George, and he was sure George still had feelings for him, but the Brit just wasn't going to admit it.
He knew he couldn’t be with Kira anymore, he didn’t want to keep lying to himself or her by saying he loved her, he didn’t want to spend the rest of his life with someone he wasn’t truly in love with.
Sunshine didn’t last too long in paradise, Dream noticed, Kira delayed their flight by an extra day, saying she wanted to spend the last day of the trip with Dream, but he didn’t know if he would be able to sit through that.
It was the day after the incident with George, Kira should be back later in the afternoon.
Right now Dream was laying in bed, wanting the mattress to swallow him whole.
Before he could ponder on the thought any longer, there was a knock, he sighed and reluctantly got out of bed.
“Hel- George?” He cut himself off, before he could say anything else the man was pushing past him into the room.
“I’m ready to talk.” He said looking out the window, the view was nice from the room, maybe even better than his and Wilbur’s room.
The blonde closed the door and ruffled his hair, “You said there was nothing to talk about.” He reminded, “What happened, happened George, it’s not something I’m going to forget and I don’t want to, I know what I feel and I still love you.”
George sharply turned around, he looked pissed, maybe he should have thought about what he said before he actually said it.
“You love me? Maybe you should have come to that realization, I don’t know, seven years ago?!” George yelled, “Maybe you should have said it the day you decided to hurt me!”
Dream looked down, “George..I was a stupid teen, I’m sorry you know that and I know I should have called, I should have gone and looked for you but-“
“But what, Dream? You don’t love me like you think you do, you’re in love with this little idea that we could be high school sweethearts, that we’re going to go back to how we were just because we had sex.”
Dream walked closer to him and cupped the side of his face, George looked up at him with those large eyes again, tears were starting for form and Dream felt his own eyes beginning to sting, “I love you George, it’s not just some fantasy feeling, I genuinely love you.”
He pressed their lips together, a soft and gentle kiss that held all the words they couldn’t express, all the emotions they felt and what needed to be said about the past.
Dream felt his heart flutter, a familiar feeling he hadn’t felt in years, it was the same feeling he felt when he first kissed George, when they first held hands, when they first spent the night together, it felt like a new first.
They pulled apart, George dropping his head and letting out a soft sob, Dream wrapping his arms around his crying frame and kissing the top of his head.
Once George calmed down he pulled away, “I don’t know what to do.” He said sitting on the end of the bed, his head in his hands, “You’ve made everything so confusing and hard for me.”
Dream sat down next to him, “I’m sorry.” He said, he couldn’t say he related to George’s situation, because unlike George he was always willing to drop everything, even Kira, for him.
“I love you, I always will Dream you know that, you were the first..” He looked back out the window and hugged himself, his hands balling up the sleeves of his shirt, “But Wilbur is my new love..he’s everything I wanted from you..” He looked back at viridian eyes, “I love Wilbur too…”
Dream nodded, “I’m going to tell Kira…I don’t want to lie to her and tell her I love her when all I want is you George..”
Before George could speak, Dream stopped him, “Whether you choose to do the same is up to you, and if you choose to be with Wilbur I’ll be happy for you..” He said, it was a half truth, he knows he would be dying inside seeing George going with Wilbur.
He hated having to make George choose, but he hoped George would take the opportunity to choose him.
Dream and Kira walked along the beach, he still hadn’t told her anything, wanting to wait since she was so happy and waiting for George’s answer.
In a way it did pained him knowing he was going to hurt Kira, she’s such a lovely person, always there for him and the kindest girl.
He hopes letting go of Kira will allow her to find someone who truly loves her, someone who could appreciate her for all she does.
As they were walking he noticed a pacing figure, a very tall figure, “Is that Wilbur?” Kira asked, “We should talk to him before we leave tomorrow.”
Without have time to protest, Kira dragged them to where Wilbur was, “Hey, what’s wrong? You look stressed.” Kira said, Wilbur immediately stopped pacing.
“Oh Kira, hello Dream.” He greeted, shaking their hands, Dream felt a bit guilty, knowing that neither of the people before him knew his, and George’s, secret.
“Um well I’m just a bit nervous is all, it’s actually great you guys are here I could use some support.” He said, nervously fidgeting with something in his hands.
“Yeah of course, with what?” Kira asked, holding onto Dreams arm and resting her head on his shoulder.
Dream was also curious, wondering why George wasn’t there, but speaking of the devil, George started to approach them.
“Uh, hi?” He greeted, looking around and noticing Wilbur fidgeting, “What’s going on?”
Dream was wondering the same thing, though he was also hoping that George had already told Wilbur by now what happened and how he felt, but it certainly felt like that hadn’t happened.
Wilbur let out a breath, “Well them being here wasn’t really a part of the plan, but it worked out fine because now I feel a bit more confident.”
George raised a brow, a slight smile on his lips, “Wil, you said we were having dinner on the beach, and we did, so why are you nervous now?”
Dream suddenly noticed the little picnic set up, Wilbur’s voice becoming background noise as he looked at the blanket in the sand, flowers and cleared plates, there was even a bottle of wine and empty stained glasses.
With wide eyes he turned back and it all became evident, he felt his chest tighten and breathing became a bit harder, he cleared his throat quietly as to try to calm himself.
Because Wilbur was now on one knee, holding an open ring box in front of the love of his life.
And George was saying yes.