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Tommy is following his nose.
He’s on day seven of Operation: Celibacy, which is going just fine, thank you. No, he doesn’t care about Dream’s stupid sad face when he ditches him. No, he isn’t pent up and horny because he got used to fucking Dream whenever the mood struck him. And no, for the love of god, Tubbo, he isn’t fucking moping!
So yeah. Everything is great.
Everything is great, especially this strange scent he found on his way home from L’Manberg. He’d been minding his own business when he caught a whiff, and something inside of him perked up. So he’s tracking it down, grateful for the distraction.
Honestly, Dream has been taking up too many of Tommy’s thoughts. Thinking about what scheme he’s got, thinking about the way his hands feel on Tommy’s body—
No! Shit. He shakes all mental images of Dream’s sweet abs out of his mind to focus on the scent. It’s not hard, either. There’s something about it that’s sweet, and hot like the nether. It tastes like summer, like rain, and he can’t tell where it’s coming from. He wipes his mouth to make sure he isn’t drooling.
He tracks it into the woods, then into a clearing where he can’t find the source. He trips over a rock twice before he realizes it’s a button.
Little warning bells start to go off in the back of Tommy’s mind. They’re drowned out by the crow of triumph that comes when he opens the secret door, and the scent blooms up from underground.
Tommy grins, and descends.
His boots hit the bottom of the tunnel with a thump, and he pulls out a torch. His nose twitches, pulling him to the left. His footsteps are eerily loud underground.
“Hellooo?” He calls out quietly. “Anyone down here?”
The tunnels are silent, and he goes past several rooms of supplies, stopping just to breathe a few times. He’s not tired, it’s just— he feels a little light headed. The air down here is thick enough to drown him in. He doesn’t even think he’d mind.
“He—Hello?” Tommy calls again, spinning around. “I… I think I’m lost.”
As soon as he says it, he knows it’s true. He can’t smell anything except for the new scent now, a constant stream of hungry-want-need flowing through him. He needs to find it. He needs to lay down in it, live in it. He needs—
There’s a muffled “Fuck!” from further down.
Tommy spins around, knowing that his prey is close. He strains his ears to listen for any other sounds.
There! A shuffle, where the voice came from.
He slinks forward, hand on the wall to steady him. He gets to a doorway that’s lit from within, mouth watering. He’s so close. He’s so close he can taste it.
Tommy enters the doorframe, feeling like he should be the one on the other side of it.
Dream is pacing the floor of a stone chamber, a nest in shreds around him. He’s pulling at his own hair, whining.
“You don’t smell him, you don’t smell him.” Dream hisses. “I'm going insane. No, I’m fine!”
He emphasizes how fine he is by throwing a pillow at the wall. Tommy gasps as the scent from it carries over to him.
Dream freezes at the sound, looking up into Tommy’s eyes.
“… Tommy?” Dream says, voice hoarse.
Tommy swallows, choking down the thick scent in the room. The one he’d followed all the way through the fucking woods. The scent of Dream, an alpha, in rut.
“Think we swapped roles at some point.” Tommy says weakly, coughing into his fist. “I uh, I’m going to go—”
Dream is on him in a second, pining him to the wall. He slots himself over Tommy, caging him. The heat carrying off of Dream is incredible. This close, the scent is overwhelming, making Tommy's mouth drop open to taste it better. It sits on his tongue, thick and heavy.
“You came,” Dream is murmuring, tucking his head into Tommy’s neck. “I knew you wouldn’t leave me, I knew it. You came.”
Tommy hesitantly threads his hand through Dream’s hair, feeling twisted as Dream melts into it, just… holding Tommy close.
“It’s... okay.” Tommy says eventually. “I— I’m here.”
Dream relaxes until he’s leaning on him more than holding him down, but Tommy doesn’t run. He… well, yeah, Dream smells good, but mostly, he’s a bit pathetic like this, isn’t he? He can't just leave him like this.
He sighs. “Let’s just… get you into bed, okay?”
Dream doesn’t release him, but lets Tommy bend over enough to begin throwing pillows and blankets back into the nest. He doesn’t even react when Tommy insults him.
“Damn, bitch. You live like this?” He says, holding up one of the blankets Dream had torn earlier. “Uh, hello?”
Dream purrs, pressing himself more firmly to Tommy’s back.
Tommy rolls his eyes and pulls Dream down into the nest. He wracks his brain for any information he can about ruts. He’d had that pamphlet Wilbur had given him when they thought he was going to present as one. But what did it say?
Dream is still purring, burying his face more firmly in the crook of Tommy’s neck. He lays one arm across Tommy’s torso, and puts one of his legs on top of him too.
Tommy stares up at the ceiling, cursing all his life choices.
Think, think, think. Ruts are triggered by stress, and then the alpha will… well, nest, essentially. They go back to where they feel safest. Ruts are generally okay if… god, but Dream is warm. And his purring is so soothing.
Tommy blinks, trying to remember. There was something about pheromones, calling out to mates… Something… something about chemicals needing to be… released….
Tommy is dragged into sleep.
He wakes up to something moving.
He groans, feeling too many senses get bombarded as soon as he takes a deep breath in. His mind is hazy with alpha-desperation-love-need-hunger. He hears Dream moan.
Blinking, Tommy looks across from him.
Dream’s still holding him, still got his nose buried in Tommy’s neck, but he’s sweating now, pressing kisses to his skin. He’s humping Tommy’s leg, hands rhythmically clenching in Tommy’s shirt.
“Dream?” He murmurs.
“Omega.” Dream replies instantly, looking up at Tommy. “Omega, it hurts. It’s too much.”
“Fucking… what?” Tommy says, mind as groggy as his voice.
He looks around the room. Lanterns throwing Dream into a golden light, tattered blankets around them. A cold, underground room pulsing with the scent of a rutting Dream.
Dream who is literally rutting against him, trying to pull him closer.
“You came.” He says, pleased. “You came to me. I knew you would, I knew it. Just for me, right Tommy?”
Tommy swallows, throat feeling dry. It was much easier to ignore how much he wanted Dream before the man was here, already looking wrecked.
“I want you, Tommy.” He says, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I want you so bad. It hurts.”
“Yeah.” Tommy says, trying not to breathe. He just needs a second to think, he just needs to think, he can’t, it’s all Dream—
Dream slides a hand up his shirt, making his skin break out in goosebumps.
“Please.” Dream whispers.
Tommy remembers.
The pamphlet. The fucking pamphlet.
Slightly singed and certainly faded, ugly green letters had spelled out “Your First Rut!”. Tommy had barely been able to look at it when he first opened it up, a tad terrified of the medical depictions of knots and cocks and biology in general.
There had been another diagram of the system that connects the scent glands to each other, under his jaw on either side, on his wrists, and in joint between thigh and pelvis. He’d grimaced at the images of the unbitten mating gland, swollen with pheromones and other shit, and the bitten one, where they’d talked about how it released a flood of chemicals and magic into the bloodstream.
He vividly remembers the section titled “What to Expect when Your Hormones Get Fucked!”
Okay, it didn’t say that, but that’s what it boiled down to.
Alphas hormones get out of balance pretty frequently. They’re the same as betas and omegas in that sense. Sometimes, this just means they need to adjust their diet, or sleep schedule. But sometimes, stress can push them far enough that it triggers a rut.
And ruts… suck. That’s what Tommy had gotten from the pamphlet. They make you scared and cry and want to fuck whatever moves to release toxins from your system. Tommy had at first laughed at the thought of having a sick dick, but after his first heat he’d learned a lot about how sex hormones were no joke.
And Dream is still staring up at him with those big eyes, which are beginning to water—
“Oh no, no, no, no, you don’t get to cry.” Tommy says, pointing a finger at Dream’s face, even if it’s uncomfortably close to his own. “This is not on me, we’re not… I mean…”
He has the urge to reach out and hold Dream’s face. He gives into it, feeling indescribably pleased when his alpha purrs and presses into it. Dream smiles, eyes half lidded, and something twists in Tommy’s gut.
Ah, fuck. The pheromones.
Dream presses closer to him, somehow, and Tommy is hit with a wave of desire as he rolls his shoulder, unintentionally pushing it closer to Tommy’s face.
It… is unintentional, isn’t it?
He glares at Dream, but it’s exceedingly hard to keep up the anger when Dream is rutting against his thigh again, scent making him feel horny and happy and so fucking safe, here in Dream’s arms in this bunker where no one will get them.
Tommy licks his lips. He can feel himself start to get wet, against his better judgment.
“My dick has led me places I wouldn’t go with a gun.” Tommy whispers.
Dream is panting against his neck now, rolling his hips in a way that Tommy knows would be so fucking dirty if he was inside of him, and Tommy decides that really, Operation Celibacy was always doomed to fail.
“Alright, Alpha,” He says, trying to ignore how Dream perks up, “Here’s how this is going to go.”
Tommy doesn’t know why he was so against this. Dream in a rut is the hottest thing he’s ever seen.
He’s splayed out beneath him in the bed, begging for Tommy to let him touch. Let him touch Tommy. He’s— god, it’s the most intoxicating thing he’s ever felt, with the most feared man on the server begging for his ass.
“Omega, please.” He whines, hips struggling to stay down. “Please, please let me fuck you. Please, Tommy, come on, you know it would feel good. Don’t you always feel so good?”
“But I like you like this,” Tommy says, breathless as he slides down Dream’s dick. He watches, enraptured, as Dream’s hands twitch in their grip on the sheets. His curly hair spreads around him in a halo, and Tommy can’t get enough.
He does feel very, very good.
Both of them groan as Tommy slides back down, taking Dream fully. The base of his dick is already a little swollen with his knot, and Tommy shudders because he knows that Dream is leaking pre inside of him, just begging for Tommy to milk him. He clenches around the cock.
“Fuck— Tommy, Tommy, please—”
“No.”
Tommy’s chest flushes along with his face when Dream listens. He snarls, gnashing his teeth, but he keeps his hips down, hands on the bed. His throat bobs and he looks up pleadingly at Tommy, like he’s the one being fucked.
Tommy notes that idea down for later.
“Doesn’t it feel good, alpha?” Tommy croons, picking up his pace. “Don’t you like it here, just, hah, filling me up? I like it. I could keep you like this for hours, if I wanted to. Isn’t that right, puppy?"
There’s a rip as the sheets tear under the claws growing out of Dream’s hands. Tommy's eyes fly open wide. Holy shit, he’s never seen someone do that outside of battle before. Excitement trills down his spine, an icy finger.
“Don’t you just want to stay here forever?” Tommy whispers, leaning forward so he can press his hands flat against Dream’s abs.
“Yes.” Dream gasps out, another wave of want pouring off of him. Tommy groans. If this is how he smelled to Dream when he first found him in the cave, god, he fucking gets it.
“You’re going to lie here,” Tommy says, the sound of skin slapping growing louder as he fucks himself harder on Dream’s cock, “You’re gonna lie there and take whatever I give you. Just— fuck, so good for me. So perfect. The perfect alpha.”
It’s becoming more true the more he says it. He can picture them like this everyday, he can see how strong he is, how well he could provide. He’s providing wonderfully right now, hips twitching as he fights the need to fuck into Tommy.
And it is a need. Tommy can smell that much. Has felt that much. If it’s even half as consuming as his heat, Dream needs to be fucking into him right now. But he’s not. Because Tommy said so.
Tommy takes his cock into his hand, rubbing his own precum down over it. Dream whines, a sound that Tommy is quickly becoming addicted to, staring up at him. He squeezes his dick, clenching around Dream as well, and Dream shouts, shoving his hand into his mouth.
“Tommy,” He says, teeth gnawing at his own finger, “Tommy, please, please. I’ll do anything, I just want you.”
“You’ve got me.” He says with a grin. He rotates his hips in a filthy circle. “I’m right here, alpha.”
“Fuck, you— you know what I mean!” Dream says, chest rising rapidly. “I want— I want to touch you. It hurts!”
Tommy is reminded of himself saying those exact words not long ago, and he stills, ignoring Dream’s whine. He looks down, at the man under him.
Dream stares up at him, tears gathered in the corners of his eyes. His lips are rosy, bitten beyond belief. Flushed cheeks, blood raising up to the surface all down his neck and chest. Two hickeys blooming under his jaw, where Tommy had gotten ahead of himself.
It hurts.
Tommy sighs, running his hands soothingly through Dream’s hair. He feels so much about this man. So much anger and so much fear, but so much terrible affection, too. He loves the way Dream presses into his touch. He loves the stupid smile Dream gets when they cross paths. He even loves his stupid hoodies, because they’re excellent at trapping Dream’s scent so he can bury his nose in them after Dream conveniently forgets them in his nest.
“Okay.” Tommy murmurs, shifting his hips so he’s kneeling above Dream rather than on him. “Okay, alpha. You can fuck me.”
Dream looks up at him, eyes wide. “Wait, really?” He asks.
Tommy snorts. “Yeah, Dream. Fuck me until you feel better. You— Fff-fuck!”
Dream shoves Tommy down over his half formed knot, immediately fucking up into him. He moves Tommy almost like he’s a doll, lifting him up and down in time with his thrusts. Tommy falls more heavily onto Dream’s chest, a moan erupting out of him.
“Thank you, thank you.” Dream says, over Tommy’s moans. “You feel so good, so fucking good for me. You looked so hot like that, so fucking hot. I’m going to— Fuck, Tommy, Tommy, I’m going to cum. You, god, I can't!”
“Yes!” Tommy cries out, as Dream nails his prostate, pleasure building in him. “Cum in me. Cum in— you can do it, come on, come on.”
Dream slows down, and Tommy blinks.
“…Dream?” He says, panting. Dream buries his head in his neck again, pressing kisses to his throat.
“Just a little longer.” He says, “Let me fuck you just a little longer. Please.”
“I’m... not going anywhere?” Tommy says, confused by their change in pacing. “Dream I— you can fuck me. It's okay.”
Dream doesn't respond, just pulls Tommy closer, fucking into him slower and sweeter, until Tommy doesn’t feel like he can call it fucking anymore.
Tommy feels his own orgasm fade from something imminent into a sea of pleasure, getting lost in it.
He sinks into the feeling, letting his forehead rest on Dream’s shoulder, moving his hands so he’s holding on, trying to urge Dream harder, faster.
He doesn’t go faster. Dream’s hands run down his back, leaving heated trails behind them. He grips Tommy’s hip with one, guiding him into following Dream’s own steady pace. The other hand runs back up his spine, and Tommy’s back arches when it presses over a spot that feels just right.
“You feel so good.” Dream whispers. “You make me feel good.”
Tommy doesn’t know how to respond to that. With Dream holding him like this, like he’s going to fade away.
He lifts his head up to stare at Dream. Dream looks— Dream looks—
Devastated.
He looks up at Tommy and his hips stutter, hands kneading at Tommy’s hips.
“Tommy,” He says, looking so fucking sad, “I just— I want—”
Tommy slowly leans down, pressing a kiss to Dream’s lips.
Dream’s breath hitches, and then he releases Tommy’s hips to grab at his hair, holding on desperately even as he keeps the kiss slow and soft.
“Tommy.” He says, breaking away from the kiss. “Tommy, Tommy, Please.”
“I’m here.” Tommy says, resting his forehead against Dream’s. This close, all he can see are Dream’s eyes, soft under the candle light.
“I’m here.” He whispers again. “Let go, Dream. Just… use me, right now. It’ll make it hurt less.”
Dream closes his eyes. “... I don’t think it will.”
Before Tommy can understand that, Dream kisses him again, rolling them over so that one of Tommy’s legs is hooked over Dream’s hips. When he thrusts into him, it grinds Tommy’s cock between them, making Tommy throw his head back.
“Fuck yes.” He says, “Just like that.”
Dream tucks Tommy’s head into his chest, and Tommy takes the opportunity to suck at a nipple, earning a rough thrust for his efforts. He swipes his tongue around the raised skin, grazing his teeth along the nub harsher until Dream groans.
Tommy comes off of it with a pop, and Dream flips them over again, staring down at Tommy. Tommy lays out on the bed, showing off his neck, feeling gratified as Dream's pupils expand.
“Come on, then.” Tommy says, chasing Dream’s hips with his own. “Fuck me. Come on, Dream.”
Dream slides into him again, too tender. Tommy’s chest grows tight. This isn’t fucking. This is— this is exactly what he didn’t want, no matter how good it is or how loved Dream is making him feel. It’s all Dream’s scent, it’s just his pheromones. It has to be.
Dream presses Tommy’s hips down onto the bed when Tommy moves them again, and Tommy once again finds himself on the opposite side of a memory. He wonders how it can feel so good to be on both sides, holding each other down, taking what the other gives. His mouth waters. His teeth ache. He wants.
Dream’s stroke into him is trembling. He holds onto Tommy’s legs for support, and also to keep Tommy in place, he thinks. He pulls out, and it’s agony, the care he’s taking to hit Tommy’s prostate but hold himself back.
“Dream, please.” Tommy says, cajoling. He clenches around Dream’s dick, but he doesn’t fuck him any harder, doesn’t use him like Tommy had asked. “Dream— Alpha, fuck me. Harder, please harder, Alpha.”
Dream huffs at the name, pressing a kiss to the inside of his knee. Tommy runs his hands over his own chest, trying to tempt, to take this back to waters he’s already tested. But Dream isn’t fucking biting.
Tommy hisses wordlessly, narrowing his eyes. If Dream isn’t going to fuck his brains out, he’s going to take care of it himself. He gives up on his chest, reaching for his dick instead.
He gasps when he touches it, sitting hot and heavy against his abdomen. The first stroke up is enough to have it throbbing, and Dream’s scent turns heavy as he watches.
“Fuck me.” Tommy says again, chest rising in time with his own strokes. “Come on, just— just fuck me already!”
Dream lets go of Tommy’s legs to hold onto his hips, and Tommy wastes no time in wrapping them around Dream, trying to pull him closer.
Instead, Dream just presses down onto his abdomen until Tommy can feel the pressure against it when Dream fucks up into him—
“Ohh,” Tommy moans, hand twitching around his cock. “Fuck that’s— you’re so far, fuck.”
Dream growls, possessive and low, and Tommy feels the build up of everything come crashing down.
He cums hard, shouting out Dream’s name even as the alpha stills himself inside of Tommy, gritting his teeth. Tommy doesn’t see, eyes shut as cum hits his stomach in thick ropes. He feels a rush of slick escape around Dream’s cock, dripping onto the nest under him.
“Fuck.” He pants. “Fuck. Oh fuck. That— holy shit.”
Dream’s hands are trembling in their vice grip on his hips. Tommy blearily looks up into Dream’s face—
Dream sinks into him. Slow and tender, just like before.
“Hng— shit, Dream.” He says, hands spasming as he sinks them into the sheets. “Come on, cum. Cum in me, Alpha.”
Dream leans down over him, pressing a kiss into Tommy’s mouth. He gladly accepts it, trying to pull Dream’s hips closer with his hips.
“Dream.” He says when they part. “Cum.”
“Not yet.” Dream says, voice choked. “I’m not— not yet. Please, Omega.”
Tommy feels his own confusion bubble up into his scent. Dream just grabs one of his wrists, pressing a kiss into it.
“Just a little more.” He says. “Please, just a little longer.”
Tommy is losing it a little, with the scent of sex and pleasure and hunger filling him up again. There can be no other reason that looking at Dream’s pleading expression makes him cave.
“Okay.” He says. “Sure, okay. It’s— here, like this?”
Tommy twists his hand in Dream’s grip until their fingers lock together. Dream’s breathing hitches, and he squeezes his hand.
“Yeah.” He says, closing his eyes. “Like this.”
Dream’s thrusts don’t pick up their pace, just gain a painful intensity, setting off all kind of fireworks inside of Tommy. He feels another orgasm approaching, his own slick still leaking down onto the sheets.
“Fuck, you— you’re so good.” Dream says, “Tommy, all I want—”
“Cum in me.” Tommy begs, not wanting to hear Dream say it. “Please, Alpha. Please— Breed me.”
Dream’s hips stutter, and he looks down at Tommy, shocked. That’s as good a sign as any.
“Fill me up,” Tommy says breathlessly, the idea lodging itself into his brain now that he’s said it out loud. “Come on, pop me onto your knot, make me yours. Breed me.”
Dream sobs, actually sobs, burying his face back into Tommy’s neck. His hips slam home into Tommy, tipping him over into his second orgasm.
“My omega.” Dream gasps, drilling into his prostate. “Mine, all mine. My Tommy. Fuck.”
Tommy’s rim catches on the edge of his knot, cum beginning to be pushed out of Dream’s dick. Dream’s hand spasms in his grip, and Tommy squeezes right back.
“Mine.” Tommy says, voice breaking as another wave of pleasure washes over him. “My Alpha.”
Dream’s knot is pushed into him slowly, forcing the air out of Tommy’s lungs. Something in the air, the pheromones, the natural omega biology, he doesn’t know, but it sings to him. He feels a dry orgasm get wrung out of him, eyes rolling back in his head.
Dream holds him through it, fucking him through his own orgasm that pours into Tommy, filling him up until he’s sure there’s no more room. Something settles in both of them as Dream leans down to rest his forehead on Tommy’s.
“Mine.” Dream whispers. “My Tommy.”
Tommy opens his eyes and is shocked to see tear tracks running down Dream’s face.
“You— Dream?” He says, “What’s wrong? Hey, hey, are you crying?”
“I can’t—Omega.” Dream pleads, taking his hand out of Tommy’s to scrub at his face. “Don’t do this.”
“Do what?” Tommy says, feeling frantic.
Dream’s shoulders shake and Tommy's scent spikes in panic, watching Dream fucking cry.
Ignoring the uncomfortable over-stimulation, Tommy shifts in Dream’s grip so he can pull Dream’s hands away from his face. He— god, what is happening? He thought omegas were supposed to get emotional during their heats, not… whatever the fuck this was.
“What don’t you want me to do?” Tommy says, voice rising. “Because whatever it is, I’m sorry, just please stop crying—”
“Don’t leave!” Dream bursts out. “Don’t— stop fucking running. I can’t do this. I can’t go through it anymore. All I want is you.”
The truth rings out between them, and Tommy is painfully aware of how he clenches down on Dream’s knot, making the alpha shiver.
“Why won’t you just try?” Dream asks, grief-stricken. “I don’t understand why you won’t even try.”
“You mean… with you.”
Tommy feels regret at his words when pain flashes in Dream’s eyes.
“…Yeah, Tommy.” He says, voice flat. “I mean with me.”
Neither of them are looking at each other now. Dream slowly rolls them over so they’re on their sides, but it’s awkward with them still chest to chest.
“…I keep trying to prove myself to you, but it’s never enough.” Dream whispers, the worst kind of confession. “For a while I thought that you— but then you just stopped seeing me. Wouldn’t even talk to me. And I don’t know what I did wrong.”
Tommy swallows. He stares at a faint scar on Dream’s collar bone, just under his mating gland.
“…I didn’t realize.” He says eventually. “Until that day in the church. I didn’t realize how you felt.”
“And then you ran from me.”
“Yeah.” He whispers. “I did.”
Hesitantly, Dream pulls him closer, until Tommy’s head rests against his chest. He can hear Dream’s heartbeat racing with their conversation.
“I asked you what a lover was, that day.” He murmurs, the air brushing Tommy’s hair. “I’ve tried to be that for you. You’re just— you’re so confusing, all the damn time.”
Tommy huffs. “Says you. Couldn’t even figure out you wanted to mate me this past month.”
The silence is deafening.
Until now, both of them have managed to avoid using the “m-word”. Tommy has broken their unspoken rule.
Dream takes in a deep breath, heart racing.
“I want you... to be my mate.” He says slowly, testing out the words. Tommy’s own heart picks up after he says them. He looks up at Dream.
“Tommy,” Dream says, cheeks still flushed, “I want you to be my mate. Will you— will you let me try?”
There must be something in those pheromones, Tommy thinks, because he feels a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He licks them.
“I— oh, fuck it. Yeah, alright. You can try.” He says.
Dream’s eyes light up, and after a breathless laugh, he pulls Tommy in for a kiss.
Tommy laughs and lightly shoves at Dream’s blinding grin, but it only leads to Dream peppering his hands in kisses, stopping when Tommy’s hands are trapped between their chests.
“Thank you,” Dream says, staring into his eyes.
Tommy feels his ears burn as he blushes. “Don’t be— don’t get all weird about it. You’re paying for all of my meals. And I’m getting the most expensive thing on every menu.”
“Now hold on—”
Tommy sinks into the banter easier than he had sunk into the sex. And that, for him, solidifies that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t mind dating Dream all that much. And if he proves himself—
Well, Tommy’s always heard that mated sex is mind-blowing.
“No, Tommy. You’re not going to look through my base. You shouldn’t even know where it is. Wait— how did you find me?”
Tommy gives him a lazy grin. “You mean you don’t know? You smell, man. Absolutely reek.”
Dream rolls his eyes. “I do not. If anything, I smell like you.”
Tommy taps his chin, considering. “Fine. It must be my superior nose. You know they call me—”
"They don't."
"I didn't say anything!"
Dream smiles at him. "You don't have to."