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Summer was George's favourite season. Beach trips, his convertible top down, music blasting. It's one of his favorite things to do, he spends half his summer at the beach. That's where he's coming back from when it happens. 'It' being his car breaking down. His car starts to slow down, giving him only a few seconds to pull over to the side of the road before it stops completely. He sits in silence for a moment, praying this isn't happening right now. He tries to turn his car on twice, only getting a loud noise in return. He doesn't bother getting out of the car to look under the hood, he won't know what he's looking for.
Instead, he grabs his phone, opens google, and searches for the closest mechanic shops around. A few come up, two are already closed, one has a one-star review, and another's pictures just look scary. He finally finds one with good reviews and is still open. Leaning back in his seat he hits the call button and waits for someone to answer. It rings three times before the call is picked up.
"Smiles' Auto Repair, how can I help you?"
"Hi, my car just broke down, I was wondering If you guys could tow it?"
"Alright, where are you at?"
"On Wayfield road, by Culston beach."
"Man, that's pretty far and we're closing soon, l'm not sure my boss will let anyone drive out there tonight."
"Oh." George frowns. This was the best mechanic shop he saw, and he didn't want to leave his car here. "Could I talk to your boss?"
"Sure thing, give me a moment."
Music starts playing as the person puts him on hold. He starts thinking of what he can say to convince this man's boss to let someone drive out here and give him a tow. He didn't get to brainstorm for very long before the phone was answered again.
"This is Dream, how can I help you?"
George raises an eyebrow at the voice, it's deep, smooth, and raspy.
"Hi, my car broke down and I'm out by Culston beach. Your employee said you might not let anyone come out here this late. l'm willing to pay extra, if you can give me a tow."
The line is quiet for a moment before the man asks. "What kind of car you got, honey?"
"Uh," Whether it's from the pet name or the question, his brain freezes for a second. "It's blue."
The man huffs out a laugh. "That doesn't tell me much, love."
"Sorry, I don't know cars well."
The man hums, before saying. "Tell you what, l'II come out there and get you, and then we'll talk about the charge on the way back."
"Really?" He asks. "That'd be amazing."
"It might take me a minute to get out there, at least thirty or forty. So just sit tight."
"Alright, thank you! I really appreciate it."
He does a little victory dance in his seat.
"Oh, my name's George, by the way." He gives the man his number just in case he can't find him.
"I'II see you soon, George."
He ignores the way the man saying his name makes his tummy flutter.
It doesn't occur to George until he's been sitting in his car for a while, that the man he spoke to was most likely an alpha. If his voice gave any indication, he's definitely an alpha.
The man sounded friendly on the phone but that doesn't mean much, being alone with an unknown alpha can be dangerous and scary.
Luckily, George always carries pepper spray with him. He hopes he won't have to use it.
Eventually, he starts to get bored, so he makes sure all of his doors are locked, leans his chair back, and plays some games on his phone. He's so lost in the game he doesn't notice someone pull up behind him, or when they get out the car, or when they walk up to his window. A knock on his window scares him, causing him to drop his phone on his face. He clutches the pepper spray at his side and stares at the window with wide eyes.
George looks in this rearview mirror, sees a tow truck and hopes this is that Dream guy and not some rando that decided to stop and help - or kill him.
He cracks his window a small sliver and asks, "Can I help you?"
"George?"
"Yes?"
Just because he knows his name doesn't mean anything, this man could be a stalker.
"It's Dream, the mechanic you talked to earlier.
"Do you have proof?"
There was a pause, then. "Proof?"
"Yeah, you know, to show you're actually who you say you are."
"Uh, is the tow truck not enough?"
At George's silence, the man sighs and reaches into his pocket and pulls a wallet out. He held it up to the window, offering it. George rolls the window down a little bit more, just enough for the leather wallet to slide through then rolls it back up once he has it. Opening the wallet, the first thing he sees is a photo where the license should be, in the photo there's the man that's standing outside his window with his arms around the shoulders of two women. If he had to guess, he'd say they were his mom and sister, they look too much alike for anything else.
Inside the walet there is some cash, nothing exciting. In the card holder slots there are some Smiles' Auto Repair business cards, some credit cards, a Bubbas Burgers rewards hole punch card, and his license. The picture is obviously a few years old, it read he was 6'2", had dirty blonde hair and green eyes, was born in 1999 making him 24, gender status confirming he was an alpha and finally the license has the name Dream on it.
George repeats it to himself quietly. Sounded a little made up but other than that, it all seemed legit.
The man obviously does not expect George to get out of the car because when he opens the door, he ends up hitting him with it. He stumbles back slightly with a shocked look on his face. George covers his mouth, both from surprise and trying to hold in his laugh.
"I am SO sorry, I didn't realize how close you were standing."
He says as he closes the door behind him.
"You're fine. I was expecting you to take a bit longer to go through my wallet."
George shrugs. "You didn't have much. Though your Bubbas card is nearly complete."
The man - officially Dream, chuckles. "Yeah, my friends and I spend a lot of time there after work."
"Oh, that reminds me, I just wanted to thank you again for coming out here so late."
Dream waves him off. "It's fine. Let me just check something, then we can go."
He opens the car door and gets inside, one leg hanging out. His body folds oddly, making their size difference more known. He grabs the keys, sticking it in the ignition, and tries to start it. Of course, it doesn't work, just makes that noise again. George huffs quietly but keeps it to himself that even though he didn't know much about cars, he knew the difference between it starting and it making loud rumbling noises. Dream checks a few other things before getting out.
"Okay, Let's get your car on the back of my truck, yeah?"
George nods, grabbing his phone, keys, and bag out of the car before stepping out of the way for Dream to maneuver his truck to the front of the car.
He watches as the mechanic expertly whips the truck around his car and backs up until he's right in front of it. It shouldn't be something George finds so attractive but the concentration on the alphas face as he looks through his side mirrors to reverse, does something to him.
He takes in the alphas' appearance as he does his job. His hair is longer than it was in the license photo. His skin is still on the pale side, creamier rather than paste-y. His eyes are just as nice as they looked in the picture too. It's not hard to admit the alpha is attractive
As Dream's loading the car onto the truck, George replies to some texts from his roommate about the situation. He can feel the alpha glancing at him every few seconds but whenever he looks up, the man is focusing on the car. Neither of them says anything to acknowledge the looks, George because he doesn't want to make things awkward, Dream probably because he doesn't want to make the omega uncomfortable. He doesn't blame him for looking though, George wasn't exactly prepared to break down, so his clothing is limited to a two piece bikini and some short denim shorts.
"Good thing you found me." George says, trying to break the silence. "I was worried you'd pass by me."
Dream eyes his car, then looks back at him with a raised eyebrow. "I'd have pretty bad eyesight to miss this."
Crossing his arms, he asks. "Do you have something against Roberta?"
"Roberta?"
"Yes, that's her name."
"That is the least sexiest name l have ever heard."
Dream finishes putting his car on the bed of the truck, makes sure it's locked down then hops back onto the ground.
"Roberta is plenty sexy."
"Roberta is the name of someone's 70-year-old grandma."
George scoffs, "And what do you consider sexy names?"
"I don't know, Jackie? Brandy? Holly?"
"Yeah, I'm not taking advice from someone who thinks that Holly is a sexy name for a car."
Dream doesn't respond, just turns on his heel and walks to the front of the truck, motioning him to get in. George follows on the passenger side, if the alpha notices him struggling to get into the seat, he doesn't say anything.
Now that he's in the truck, the alphas scent surrounds him, engulfing him in a way being outside together did not. A mixture of after rain smell and something else.
The car ride is silent for about five minutes before he gets bored. He doesn't want to be annoying but a 30 minute ride to Dream's shop is a long time to sit in silence.
"Sooo, Smiles' Auto Repair, did you come up with that?"
Glancing at him for a second, Dream says, "Yeah."
George nods. "And 'Smiles', is that really your last name?"
"Yeah?" It's said as a question more than an answer.
"Do you own it or is it like a family business?" He gasps. "Are you Dream Jr.?"
A smile pulls at the alpha's lips "Own it, and no, I'm the first and only Dream in my family."
"Dreamy the first."
"Just Dream."
"Right," He turns in his seat, left leg bent and tucked under his butt while his right foot sits flat on the floor. "How exactly do you own a shop, you're only 24?"
"Uh well, growing' up I hated going to school, hardly ever attended. After I graduated high school, I had no plans of going to college, so my parents said I either get a good paying job or go to school."
"So, you chose a job."
"Yeah. l've always been into cars and fixing' them so I got a job at my local car shop. After a few years of working there, plus money I saved up from small jobs in high school, I eventually had enough to get my own shop."
"That's pretty cool."
"Yeah." Dream smiles. "I mean It's technically in my dad's name still until I turn 30. It was the agreement I made with my parents when I asked them to help me out."
"Still, owning your own shop at 24 is impressive"
"Thanks."
"Did you grow up here?"
"In state yeah, but about an hour or so south from here."
"Really? where'd you go to school?"
Dream glances at him again. "You ask a lot of questions."
George shrugs. "You don't have to answer them."
The alpha is quiet for a moment, then. "I went to Grant Field elementary, middle, and high school."
"Wow, you lived in the same house your whole life?"
"Yeah. Me, my sister, mom, and stepdad."
"The women in your wallet?"
"My mom, Anne, and older sister, Gemma."
"I could tell, you all look alike."
"Yeah, we get that a lot."
The conversation could end there but Dream asks. "So, what about you?"
"What about me?"
"Well, you know so much about me now and I only know your name, and that you drive a light blue Volkswagen beetle."
George smiles. "Roberta."
"Yes, Roberta." It's said disapprovingly but there's a small, amused smile on the alphas lips still.
"Well, to start, my name is George Harrison. Also, the only George in my family. I'm 27. I don't own a business, but I am going to school for interior design, plus I work full time at this clothing boutique. I wasn't born here but l've lived all over the state, my family moved a lot so I couldn't even tell you all the schools I went to. I have a butt load of siblings, l'm the oldest, no pictures in my wallet but I have a ton on my phone."
"Wow." Dream says after a moment of silence. "I don't think I've ever heard so many words spoken at once."
George feels his cheeks redden. "Sorry, I can talk a lot and fast. It's something l'm trying to work on."
"It's okay. It was cute."
"Oh, okay."
When they pull into Dream's lot, the sun has set, and the shop is vacant. All the workers already went home. Dream pulls up to the front door, tells George to stay put, and goes to unlock the door. It takes a few minutes, a couple of lights flicker on, and then the garage door at the other end of the shop opens. The alpha walks from the garage back to the truck, he drives to the garage, reverses, and backs the truck in.
"Alright, come on."
They get out, and Dream begins taking his car off the truck bed. George looks around, though it's not very interesting. Cars on lifts, cars on the ground, tools, machines that he has no idea what they do. It looks like any other car shop he's ever been in. Once Dream gets the car on the ground, he moves the truck to the front of the shop. As he's waiting for the alpha to come back, he realizes how quiet it is and how late it is. The shop closed at five o'clock and it's nearly seven now. He feels bad for making Dream stay this late.
"Alright, let's get started."
George turns to see Dream walking towards his car. "You know, it's pretty late. I appreciate you coming to get me, but you can just wait until tomorrow to work on the car."
"What? No, come on, we're already here. At least let me figure out what's wrong with it right now, and then you'll know if we need to order any parts and the cost."
George thinks about it. It would be helpful to know the price now. "Okay, fine, but no actual working on the car."
The alpha does a little crisscross over his heart and holds up two fingers, as if he were a boy scout swearing to something. George was almost pretty sure the man had never been a boy scout.
"Here, you can sit here while I work." Dream says, pulling a chair from inside an office and placing it beside the car.
"I don't want to distract you or anything."
"I like having someone to talk to when I work, don't worry."
"Alright."
He settles down in the seat as Dream clicks on the radio that's sitting on a bench against the wall. The volume is low enough that they could talk and still hear the music. George watches as the alpha lifts the hood, using a big light thing to show the engine, and begins working. He hadn't been lying when he said he didn't know much about cars, he didn't know anything about them. It has never been something that interests him. He was more into baking, fashion, and reading. Getting covered in dirt and oil really wasn't for him.
'What got you into cars?"
"Uhh," He took a couple of seconds to answer, distracted by whatever he was unscrewing.
"I'd say my granddad. I would always go over to his house on weekends and sometimes after school. He loved F1 racing. While he was more into the racing aspect, I was more into the mechanics of it."
"But you work on regular cars now."
"Yeah. F1 racing wasn't really something I wanted to get into, even for the mechanics of it. I like working on regular cars. Less stress, a calmer environment, and the regular customers who come to me often are really nice."
"That's cool. So, do you like your job then?"
"Love it. I work the hours I want, work with amazing people, and don't have anyone bossing me around." George nods. "What about you?"
"What?"
"Well, you said you work at a boutique. Do you like it?"
"It can be fun. Helping customers find cute outfits and chatting about the most recent fashion trends, but it's not like my dream job or anything."
"Interior design, right?"
"Right." He answers, pleased and surprised the alpha remembered.
Dream looks over at him. "What do you plan on doing with it?"
"Well, my dream job is fashion designer but realistically, production or graphic designer."
Wiping his hands on a rag, Dream asks, "Why can't you go for your dream job?"
"It's a hard profession to get into."
"I'm sure you could."
"You've never even seen anything I've designed!" George laughs.
The alpha turns to him, his eyes travel from his flip flops that show off his white painted toes to his bathing suit top. It reminds George of earlier when they first met when Dream couldn't stop looking at him.
"Do you have a problem with the way l'm dressed?"
That wasn't supposed to come out, but he's been thinking about it for a while.
"Um, no?"
"You don't sound so sure."
"No, I don't have a problem with how you are dressed."
"It's just, you've been looking at me or well my clothing since we met, so."
Dream is silent for a moment, focusing on screwing a bolt back onto some part of the car. "I guess I just don't see a lot of male omegas dressed like that. I mean, yeah, some of them dress more feminine but never in a bikini."
"Oh." George crosses his arms over his stomach, feeling a bit exposed and self-conscious.
"Not that I think it's weird or anything!" Dream says quickly. "I mean, I think you look great in it. l'm just not used to it."
Nodding, George says. "I've always dressed this way, more feminine. Maybe it was because I grew up around so many women in my life, or just because I liked it. My mom always encouraged me to be myself."
"That's great, I mean, you're lucky you have a supportive mom."
"Yeah, I am."
Silence falls between them as Dream continues working on the car, and George sits and stares.
"Could I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Why do you wear the bathing suit top?"
"I like it."
"I know, but you don't need it."
"But I like it. Plus, I used to go to the beach in just the bottoms, and so many people thought I was a woman and would accuse me of flashing my tits"
He laughs. "So, I just started wearing the top, too."
Dream blinks slowly at him. "Oh."
George tilts his head. "They didn't do stuff like this where you grew up, did they?"
The alpha shakes his head, blushing slightly. "No, they didn't."
"But you don't mind it?"
"No, I don't. Everyone is free to do or wear what they want. Who am I to judge?" Dream's eyes trail over him again. "Besides, like I said, you look amazing."
"Thanks."
"Okay, I think I figured out what's wrong with Roberta."
George looks up from his phone, Dream stands up straight from where he's been bent over the car for the last ten minutes. "Yeah?"
"Mhm, It's your spark plugs."
He blinks at the alpha. "Okay?"
Dream smiles. "Spark plugs ignite the air and fuel mixture in the combustion chambers, then they move heat away from the combustion chambers."
George just blinks at him again, causing the mechanic to laugh, "Basically, it allows the engine to have enough power to start the car."
"Oh....cool. So, is it hard to fix?"
"No, not really. I could do it tomorrow and you can come get it whenever you can."
"Alright, and the cost?"
"I've never actually worked on a beetle before, so let me go get a quote for you, l'll be right back."
Dream walks out of the garage and down the hall to the office, leaving George alone. He had been trying to find a ride home. An Uber or taxi would be way too expensive from here. His roommate didn't have a car, and the only people he would bother asking to come and get him haven't texted back yet. As he's scrolling through his contacts to find someone else, he could ask, a shiver runs through his body, leaving goosebumps on his arms.
He looks through his car, hoping there's a sweater or something he left in there but finds nothing. Walking back to his chair, he sees a hoodie on the bottom of one of the carts that has tools on them. He hesitates for a moment before picking it up, sniffing it, and realizing its Dream's. If it was someone else who worked here, he wouldn't put it on, since they are a stranger and not used to his scent, but since it's Dream's who he's been with for about two hours now he decided it'd be okay.
He slips the hoodie on, that reaches right below his shorts, immediately becoming trapped in the alphas scent. He lifts the neckline to his nose, breathing it in deeply. The after-rain smell, washing over him. He takes another deep breath, finally getting that second scent. Citrus. It reminds him of a candle he got from Bath and Body Works before. He goes to take another breath but a choked off sound behind him causes him to turn.
Dream stands in the doorway that separates the garage and the inside of the shop. He's holding a piece of paper in his hand, his lips parted slightly, with his eyes glued on the omega. George balls the ends of the hoodie sleeves into his hands, suddenly nervous the alpha is upset he's wearing his clothes.
"I'm sorry. It was just here, and I was cold. It's-I can take it off." He grabs the end of the hoodie and begins pulling it off.
"No."
Pausing, George looks at Dream, hoodie halfway up his stomach. "No?"
"It's fine. You're fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, sorry it just took me by surprise."
"Okay." He lowers the hoodie. "Um, so, the price?"
"Yeah, here's the paper that breaks it all down for you." He hands George the paper. "I have another call to make, so just look over that and I'll be right back."
Dream's gone before he can even say anything, leaving him alone once again. He looks at the paper, reading it over. The labor is charged at one-fifty and the parts are fifty. So, with that plus tax and possibly a delivery fee for the part, he's looking at around two-twenty. Plus, the extra he said he'd pay if Dream got someone to come get him tonight. Hell be able to pay it, unfortunately he'll have to dip into his savings, but it is what it is.
It's been a couple of minutes and Dream still isn't back, George would go and see what he's doing but he still feels awkward about the hoodie and doesn't want to bother the alpha any more than he already has. Instead, he goes to look for the bathroom.
He tries a few doors; most are locked or just have random mechanic stuff in them. Another is what looks like to be a
break room, a fridge, microwave, and a few tables in there. He makes a mental note to tell Dream he should label his doors. He passes by the only door that has a sign on it, the office. There's no noise from the other side of the door but he just assumes the wood is really thick for silence when they're working on cars.
At the end of the hall there's only one door, if it's not the bathroom George is at a loss and will have to go ask Dream. He walks up to the door, twists the knob, and pushes it open. The sight he finds has his eyes widening, jaw dropping, and a gasp leaving his mouth. Dream is standing in front of the sink looking into the mirror, his hand is wrapped around his dick, eyes trained on himself in the mirror. The alpha's head snaps in George's direction as the gasp leaves his lips, his eyes widened in shock, mirroring the omega.
George slams the door shut and stands there for a few seconds before quickly walking back to the garage. He leans against the hood of his car, staring at the ground waiting for something to happen. He's not sure what. The scene replays in his head over and over, the twist of the doorknob, the door swinging open, Dream standing there, the look on his face when he notices George is there. The one thing he really can't get out of his head is the alpha's cock,
And like, he knows, he knows, alphas have big dicks. It's biology. It's how the world works but dear lord Dream was huge. Every time George blinked the image appeared, like it was imprinted to the inside of his eyelids.
Now that he's sitting here and knows what caused the alpha to flee the way he did, George can smell the arousal in the air. It's light, probably since Dream was only in here for a few seconds before leaving but it's still there. The citrus is strong, for once overpowering the smell of rain. lt's overwhelming despite how light the smell is.
He looks up when he hears shoes slapping the ground, Dream comes from around the corner. His cheeks are red and George is unsure if it's from embarrassment or from arousal. He can't even look the omega in the eyes, training his own on George's ear instead. The omega didn't really know what to say, because well, what to do say to someone you've only known for two hours and walked in on them jerking off?
"I-" the alpha clears his throat. "I am so sorry. I thought I locked the door- not that- I shouldn't have even been doing that with you here. I don't know what I was thinking."
"It's okay- well, I mean.."
"Yeah."
God, George hates awkwardness and this has got to be the most awkward situation he's ever been in.
"Right, well, we can just pretend that didn't happen" Except he literally can't stop picturing it. He takes the paper from earlier out of the hoodie pocket. "This uh, this five-dollar charge on the paper, what is it?"
Dream walks over to him standing directly next to him, their shoulders brushing and leans over the paper. "Oh, this..."
That's all he heard. Two words and he zones out. It's not his fault though, the lingering arousal scent of the alpha wafts off of him as if a big breeze came through the garage. Their shoulders pressed against each other, his hand right next to Dream's where it's resting on the car- the size difference makes his mind wander, the alphas face just being unnecessarily attractive with his pink lips, big nose, and green eyes.
"George?"
He blinks, looking away from the alpha's lips and to his eyes. "Yeah?"
"You, okay?"
He's so close. He shouldn't be able to see the tiny specs of freckles that lightly dust his face. He shouldn't be able to feel his body heat radiating off of him or see the light stubble on his chin. It makes his brain go a little fuzzy, or maybe it's the alphas scent, he's not sure.
"What got you hard?" And that is not what he meant to say. It's like his brain and mouth were on two different wavelengths, his mouth taking over before he could think it through. "I mean - You don't have to answer that."
They were quiet for a moment, George mentally begging for a hole to open up and swallow him. Then Dream says something that might be worse than what he asked.
"I guess, you did." The alpha shrugs at George's wide eyes. "I mean, your outfit already turned me on but you in my hoodie really did it for me."
That really was worse than what he had asked. Not because he wasn't interested in Dream but because the alpha saying he got turned on from George just wearing his clothes, caused him to get wet. He could feel slick leak out of him, dampening his bottoms. It was obvious he wasn't the only one that noticed, Dream's nostrils flared at the scent.
His cheeks feel like they're on fire. "Oh my god, I didn't-"
"God, you smell fucking amazing:" Dream stands in front of him, almost right between his parted legs. "George, I am trying everything not to.."
Curious, he asks. "To what?"
"Not kiss you, touch you. You have no idea what you've been doing to me since. since we met."
George licks his lips, his heart beating wildly in his chest. "Tell me."
Dark green eyes meet his. "My body, my alpha, has never reacted so physically to someone."
Dream inhaled sharply as another waft of the omega's scent breezed past him. George had never reacted this way towards anyone either. Yeah, he got wet from guys touching him or making out but never from just words. And not even dirty words, just that the alpha was attracted to him in a bathing suit and his own clothing. It didn't take much thinking for George to know he'd give himself to the alpha.
He reached out, wrapping his fingers around Dream's slightly grease stained t-shirt, tugging on it. "You should kiss me."
The alpha takes a deep breath. "Are you sure because I don-"
"Kiss me, Dream."
It only takes half a second for him to listen. He closes the small space between them, hands finding the omegas waist, his mouth is warm and wet; tasting like mint gum he was most likely chewing earlier. George's hand raises, fingers tangling in the alpha's hair. He doesn't think he's ever been kissed like this before, like if they stop then the world might too.
Dream kisses down his throat, sucking a hickey onto the side of his neck. He pulls back, breathing heavily. "I need to know that you want this or if I need to stop now."
There was really no other answer George could come up with than, "I want it."
Dream is back on him the second the words are out his mouth. Lips kissing his neck, hands gripping his thighs, fingers digging into his skin. George moans as Dream bites down roughly, licking over the spot afterwards like it'll help the pain. He gets a little lightheaded as the alpha scents him, breathing him in as if he needs George's scent to survive.
"Honey." Dream mumbles
"Hmm?"
"You smell like honey, it's addicting."
George opens his eyes and looks up at the man hovering over him. "Can I blow you?"
"Yes, yeah, fuck yes."
Dream pulls him up, switching positions with the omega so he's the one leaning back on the car. George won't lie and say he hasn't been thinking about blowing the alpha since he walked in on him in the bathroom. Maybe even before that. Unzipping his jeans, George pulls out Dream's dick, it really is as big as he thought it was. Thick too. His fingertips barely brush against each other when they're wrapped around it. George squeezes it gently causing the man to sigh softly and tilt his head back so that he's looking up at the ceiling. The omega sinks to his knees, the concrete floor isn't the most comfortable, but he loses focus on that when he takes in the cock in front of his face.
Moving forward, he sticks his tongue out, licking from the base to the top. Wrapping his lips around the head, he sucks softly, running his tongue over the slit. Dream's hand cards through the omega's hair, tangling his fingers in the strands on the back of his head. He tightens the grip he has on the omega, guiding him forward. George sinks further onto the alpha's cock, mouth stretching, his throat constricts a bit before he relaxes and lets it go down even further. He looks up, finding the alpha's eyes on him already as if he's in a trance and can't look away.
Dream guides him by the back of his head, changing the speed whenever he wants. George does nothing to complain, loves the way the alpha is taking control and using his throat for his own pleasure. Dream moves his hips, matching up with the rhythm he's controlling George's movements. Tears spring to his eyes as the tip of Dream's dick pushes against the back of his throat. He gags a little but not enough to where he wants this to stop. He feels Dream begin to pull away, so he grabs the back of the man's thighs, holding him still. Dream's eyes bore into his, as if they were challenging each other and if there was one thing George knew how to do, it was win.
He pulls back, leaving just the tip and a couple of inches in his mouth. Taking him by surprise, George digs his tongue into the slit of the alphas dick, never breaking eye contact. Dream's eyes squeeze shut and cum shoots into George's mouth unannounced. Dream pulls out and bends down to his level, taking George by surprise when he kisses him. Slipping his tongue into the omegas mouth, Dream's tongue swipes right through his own cum. He moans at the action, pleased and shocked that Dream did it. Every guy George had been with before hated kissing him after he put his mouth on them.
Dream pulls back, his hand coming to George's face and using his thumb to wipe the cum that spilled down his chin. He collects it, putting his thumb into the omegas mouth who eagerly licks it off. George exhales deeply through his nose when Dream presses down on his tongue with his thumb. Pulling his finger out, he wipes the spit off on George's cheek before helping him stand up.
"That was.."
"Hot?" George asks.
"Insanely."
He looks down, a smile on his lips. His knees are a bit dirty, and he can't believe he really just gave an alpha he's known for a couple of hours a blow job in the middle of his car shop. It makes him feel a bit giddy, he's never done anything like that before. The sexual acts within a couple of hours of meeting or doing it somewhere public, even if there's no one here right now. It turns him on, knowing that one of Dream's workers could've come back to the shop and found them. The idea always intrigued him, but he never thought he'd actually get to play into it.
"You, okay?"
He looks up at the alpha, his face pinched with uncertainty. "Yeah, I'm great. I've just never done that before, you know?"
"What, given a blow job?" Dream raises an eyebrow at him. "I find that hard to believe."
Rolling his eyes, George says. "| meant exchanging sexual pleasures with a random guy I just met"
"Not even hookups from a bar or something?"
He shakes his head. "Nope."
Dream hums, swaying closer. "Well, you know it's not really exchanging sexual pleasures unless I return the favor."
"Oh, really?" The alpha nods. "What, you want to blow me?"
"I could do that, or I could do something else."
George's mind rushes through all the things Dream could do to him. Some probably not appropriate considering how short of a time they've known each other.
"Like what?"
"Let me show you."
It comes out like a question more than a demand.
George nods, curious about what's about to happen. "Okay."
Dream moves forward, closing the barely there space between them. He takes George's face in his hands, kissing him again. This one is slower than the previous ones, less frantic but just as breathtaking. Dream's mouth is warm and tastes slightly like himself, which only served to turn George on even more. He has always been a fan of kissing; with Dream he feels like he could spend hours doing it.
That's what he thinks is going to happen, with the way Dream tangles a hand in his hair, deepening the kiss. But then his other hand travels down, slipping under the hoodie stroking George's bare skin just above his shorts. The littlest touch makes his breathing stutter, anticipating the next move the alpha is going to make. His hand moved to the small of George's back and into his shorts, taking a handful of his ass, squeezing it. George can't help but giggle at the action, especially since he knows one of guys' favourite things about him is his ass. Though it doesn't last long, the laugh gets stuck in his throat as a finger presses against his hole. He doesn't do more than put pressure on it, but it's enough for George to want more. Dream's mouth moves, finding a new home on his neck. George tilts his head to the side, giving him more space while the alpha leans back on the car again. He lifts one of the omegas legs, bending it and resting his knee on the hood of the car, pressed against his thigh, giving him to have a better angle and allowing him more access to George's hole.
George's breathing labours as another finger is pressed against him. Rubbing against him slowly, the fingers coat the area with his slick before one of them carefully pushes into him. Dream gives him a moment to get used to the feeling before he moves his finger at a painfully slow pace. George leans forward, wrapping his arms around Dream's shoulders. It isn't long until the second finger enters him, adding to the feeling of being full but not full enough. A moan slips past his lips as Dream presses against his prostate. George marvels at the fact that the alphas fingers are long enough to reach there, his own never able to.
"Dream, I-"
"Hm?" The alpha breathes out. "What do you want?"
"More."
"More what?"
The fingers twist inside him, he clenches around them. "My tongue, my cock, what do you want George?"
And God, the thought of Dream's tongue on him made his mind go crazy. He can't imagine how good it'd feel, the alpha's hands on his ass spreading him open and tasting him. That alone might be enough to make him cum. But he doesn't want that, he wants to cum with Dream inside of him, and wants to feel the stretch of Dream pushing inside of him. It's a real debate of what he wants, which would bring him more pleasure, as much as he loves being eaten out, he can't miss the opportunity of being fucked by this guy. Especially since he doesn't know if they'll ever see each other again once George's car is fixed.
"Want your cock." It's mumbled into the alphas neck, but George knows he heard him.
There's an amused tone to his voice when he asks. "What was that you have to speak up baby."
If George hadn't already been on his knees for this man only minutes ago, he'd be on them right as those words left his mouth. He pulls back, looking the alpha in his eyes, eyes that are so dark and dilated the green ring around them is barely visible. This time when he speaks, he says it loud and clear, not wanting to drag this out any longer, not sure he'd last if it did.
"Want you to fuck me."
"Of course." Dream hums, though all amusement is gone and replaced with what George would describe as lust. The fingers inside him slip free, leaving him feeling empty. "Let's go to my office, yeah, probably more comfortable there."
"No." He stops him with a hand, the other man gives him a questioning look. George didn't think that through, how does he tell the alpha he has a fantasy of being fucked against his car?
"Wanna do it here."
"Here?"
"Yeah, um like, against the car."
Dream stares at him for a moment as if trying to read something on his face, George isn't sure if he finds something or not but the man nods. "Alright."
He pulls his shirt over his head, showing off his chest and the omega wonders to himself why he didn't have Dream take off his shirt earlier. He also takes off his pants that had been around his ankles since George gave him a blow job. He takes his wallet out the pants pocket, opens it up, and grabs a condom out one of the flaps. George must've missed that when he went through the alpha's wallet earlier.
"Turn around for me."
Doing as he's told, George turns and bends over, placing his hands on the hood of the car. Dream's hands find his hips, tugging his shorts down for him until they fall onto the floor and help him step out of them. There's a sharp exhale from behind him followed by a quiet curse before he feels a pair of hands on his ass. They squeeze his cheeks softly, spreading them then letting go completely. It's quiet for a moment and George's about to turn around to see what's wrong but then Dream is speaking
"Jesus, your ass is incredible."
George huffs out a laugh but doesn't say anything, just pushes his ass out further, encouraging the alpha to get a move on. He hears the foil of the condom being ripped open, then his bathing suit bottoms are being pulled down and taken off. It only takes a few seconds before he feels Dream's cock against his hole. The tip rubs against him, getting itself wet with his slick. Dream pushes forward, the tip entering him only for a second before he pulls away. Groaning, George drops down to his elbows, laying his head on his folded arms. He's not looking at him but he's sure Dream has an amused expression on his face right now.
He's about to start complaining but then he feels Dream push into him, only a couple of inches at first, letting George get used to the feeling. George sinks down, wanting to have all of the alpha inside him. Dream curses as he does it, though he doesn't stop him, lets it happen until he's bottoming out. His hips are pressed against George's ass, hands placed firmly on his hips.
"Move, please."
Dream pulls out of him, painfully slow, and pushes back in roughly. George squeezes his eyes shut as the alpha continues the motion, slow then fast. It's not enough. It isn't hitting his sweet spot like Dream's fingers were, The alpha stops just before it does, brushing against it lightly, teasing him. He knows Dream is doing it on purpose, knows the man's dick is big enough to reach but wants to play with him. After the fifth thrust and no contact, George takes control and pushes himself back until they're flush against each other again. He moves forward, ready to do it again but is stopped by the hold on his hips tightening
"I didn't know you were the one in charge here."
"Well, if you fucked me, I wouldn't have to be."
"Oh.'" Dream pulls out of him, the tip being the only part remaining inside. "I'm not fucking you?"
George scoffs, "No, it's more like you're just standing there with your dick in my-
He's cut off as Dream thrust back inside him, this time he slides all the way in hitting George's sweet spot. He does it again, and again, and again. Over and over, leaving the omega a moaning mess. Sweat collects at George's hairline, he's hotter than he usualy is during sex due to him still wearing the hoodie but the alphas scent is practically suffocating him right now which makes it all so much better. He's so lost in what's happening, he doesn't even notice the arm wrap around his stomach until he's being pulled up. His knees are against the bumper, pushing on the car basically helping his body stay upright.
With his back pressed against Dream's chest, the man asks. "Am I fucking you now?"
He doesn't have a chance to answer, the alpha begins pounding into him again causing quiet rhythmic moans to fall from the omega's lips. The alpha's hand comes up to the base of his throat, and George's mind goes blank at the thought of Dream squeezing it. The tiniest bit of pressure is applied but nothing to the extent he would have preferred it. He raises his own hand, placing it on top of Dream's, trying to encourage the man to do what it seems like he wants to. The hand tightens, only a little but it's enough, George's sure his pulse is thrumming wildly against the fingers.
Dream's other hand travels down, pushing up the hoodie, and taking George in his hand. It wasn't until then that he realized just how hard he was. He had been so focused on Dream, being fucked by him, that he hadn't even been paying attention to his own needy dick. Precum had been leaking from him, leaving a wet spot on the front of the car. Now that his dick was getting some attention, it needed a release.
Whimpers and quiet pleas fell from George's mouth, so quiet he was worried the other man didn't hear them at first. The hand on him tightens slightly then begins moving slowly. His head falls back on Dream's shoulder and the hand on this throat adds more pressure. If he had to guess, he'd assume this is the closest he'd ever get to heaven. With the hand around his throat, the hand on his dick, and Dream fucking him, it was like everything was just right.
It only takes a few more tugs, a twist of the wrist, and then he's cumming. Landing on his abdomen, covering the hand wrapped around him, some of it smears into the fabric of the hoodie. His body goes a little limp after the release, Dream has to hold him up, more than he already was. Dream's movement slowed, until it was just a languid roll of his hips. He continues to stroke George while hitting his spot every few seconds, causing him to cum again. lt's only a tiny bit this time, dripping onto the alpha's hand. Dream cums suddenly, his knot pushes past George's rim, shooting into the condom.
George's not sure if it's because he made him cum twice or because he clenched around Dream's cock the second time, but it seemed like the other didn't even realize he was cumming until it was happening. He grunts, bends over with one arm across George's chest and the other holding them up, hand flat against the hood of the car. It shouldn't be as attractive as it is, and it definitely shouldn't be the thing George's focusing on right now but the fact that the alpha can hold the both of them up right now drives him insane.
They stay like that for a couple of minutes, trying to catch their breath. Eventually, Dream maneuvers them so that he's sitting on the hood of the car and George's in his lap. His mind clears a little, letting everything that just happened sink in. Even though he never does this, the random hook ups, he can't find it in himself to regret what he did. Not after the way it made him feel. Dream's hands on him, fingers inside him, mouth on his. The alpha being inside him was something George could never regret having the pleasure of feeling.
After a while, Dream's knot begins to go down. The man's forehead is resting on his shoulder while George is basically using him as a chair. He shifts slightly, causing the car to rock underneath them. It's then he remembers they're naked, sitting on his car. His body shakes as a laugh falls from his lips.
"What's so funny?" Dream mumbles into his shoulder.
"Your bare ass is on the hood of my car."
"We just had amazing sex and you're thinking about my ass on your car?"
George preens at that. "Amazing sex?"
"What, you don't think it was?"
"No, it was very amazing. I just don't think l've ever had someone describe having sex with me as amazing"
The alpha grunts, before saying, "Please don't talk about you sleeping with someone else while my knot is still in your ass."
He can't help but laugh at that. "Sorry."
Dream huffs against his shoulder. "Also, whoever you've slept with before is an idiot."
George just smiles and hums in agreement because he has, in fact, slept with a few idiots in his time.
Luckily, it didn't take long for Dream's knot to go down, giving both enough time to pull themselves together. They used the bathroom to clean themselves up, though George will definitely be taking a proper shower when he gets home. It wasn't awkward, but they weren't exactly talking about what they just did. They kept catching each other's eye in the mirror, smiling, then looking away. lt's like they were middle schoolers with a crush.
While George takes a bit longer to clean up, Dream finishes rather quickly and heads out the office to put in the order for his car parts. He takes his time, still trying to figure out how he's going to get home. His mind keeps drifting to whether or not he's going to try and see Dream again other than when he comes to pick up his car. It's not that he expects anything to come out of tonight, but he wouldn't be opposed to it either.
Leaving the bathroom, George heads towards the office, finding the door open and Dream sitting at his desk. His attention was on the computer in front of him, eyebrows pinched together, fingers picking at his bottom lip. George watches him for a second, taking him in just in case it's the last time he'll be able to. Dream glances at the door, smiles when he sees the omega there, and beckons him in the room,
"Hey, almost done?"
"Yeah, just putting in the final information, then we'll be good."
George nods. "That's good. It's pretty late."
"Yeah."
Dream finishes up what he's doing on the computer while George looks around the office. There isn't much really, a desk, computer, phone, bunch of papers, file cabinet. Once he's done, Dream powers down his computer and faces him again.
"Listen-"
"So, I was thinking-'
They laugh quietly to themselves
"Sorry, go ahead."
"Oh, it's nothing, I was just-"
"Hello?"
This time it wasn't the alpha who interrupted him.
"Dream?"
George looks back at the door, hearing someone walking down the hall. Now George isn't one to jump to conclusions but the first thing that comes to mind when a random person is calling Dream's name at 9 at night, is that it's his boyfriend. Who else would come to find Dream this late if not a boyfriend?
He looks back at the man at the computer desk with wide eyes. "Oh my god, is that your boyfriend?"
Dream's own eyes widened. What?!"
Before either of them could say anything else, the person stepped into the room. He had brown hair and greyish blue eyes, the barely there scent let George know the man was either a beta or he's wearing scent blockers.
"Oh hey," The guy said. "Sorry Dre, I didn't realize you were still with someone. I was just coming to make sure you were okay; I hadn't heard from you since you left."
"Yeah, 'm good, I should've texted, my bad."
The guy nods, sending a glance to George then looks back at Dream.
"Right, sorry." Dream clears his throat. "This is George, George this is Sapnap. He works with me, actually he was the one who answered the phone for you earlier."
"Oh, Hi. Nice to meet you."
"You too." Sapnap eyes him, it looks like he's trying not to smile. "Is that Dream's shirt?"
George looks down at the shirt the alpha had given him when they were in the bathroom. The hoodie needed a good washing and Dream had offered the shirt, who was George to say no?
"Uh, yeah. only had my bathing suit on, so he let me borrow this."
"Hm, okay."
The beta nods, he and Dream share a look that George isn't sure how to decipher. They're having a silent conversation and it makes him feel a little awkward just standing there. It's obvious they're not together, or Dream would have introduced Sapnap as so, and the beta would probably be upset that he wasn't introduced as more than a coworker. Plus, they don't realy give off that vibe.
"So, uh, I'Il get the car whenever it's ready, yeah?" He begins backing up towards the door.
"Thanks again for coming to get me so late, I really appreciate it, but I should probably call an Uber before it gets too late. I'm not sure-"
"Wait." Dream stands and walks towards him, sparing a glance at his friend who is still watching them like they're some type of entertainment. The alpha steps into his space, trying to give them as much privacy as he can. "I was hoping I could drive you home if you'd let me. I mean, it'd save you money, since you're already paying to have your car fixed."
Sapnap makes a noise behind them, as if he was holding in a laugh. Neither of them pays him any attention as George looks up at the alpha.
"Are you sure, I wouldn't want to bother you anymore than I already have"
"No bother, really. I'd really like to take you."
Smiling, he says. "Okay, I just have to get my bag out of the car and then we can go, yeah?"
"Yeah, I'I meet you out there in a minute."
George goes to the garage, getting his beach bag out of the car, along with his wallet. Grabbing his keys that were on the tool cart, he takes the car key off the ring, leaves it on the cart, and puts the rest in his bag. He makes sure there's nothing else in the car he'll need for the next few days, then waits for Dream.
It takes a few minutes, and he has a feeling they're talking about him. When the two do come from the office, Dream has a look on his face that George can only describe as a grumpy frog and Sapnap is sporting an amused smile. He would be worried that the beta really upset the alpha, if it weren't for the smile that made its way to Dream's face when he spotted George waiting for him.
"Ready?"
"Yup."
"Well, don't go doing anything I wouldn't do."
Dream scoffs and looks over at his friend who is now sitting in the chair George used earlier.
"That leaves a lot to do."
Sapnap just smirks. "It was nice meeting you George, I'm sure l'lI be seeing a lot of you.'"
"Goodbye Sapnap"
The beta just laughs, gives a mocking salute, and stands to leave. Dream sighs as the door closes behind his friend. The alpha begins cleaning up a bit, putting the tools away and storing the car key on his own keychain. Once everything is away, Dream turns the lights off and leads him to an older red pickup truck.
"What's her name?" He asks, gesturing towards the truck.
Dream shakes his head. "I'm not telling you, I'm off the clock for being bullied tonight."
He opens the door for George, something the omega isn't used to. Ducking his head to hide his flushed cheeks, George climbs into the truck. Dream gets in on the other side, asks for his address, and begins driving. Neither of them speaks at first, George was waiting for the other to say something, maybe bring up what his friend had said about seeing a lot of him. Unfortunately, it seems like the alpha is content with riding in silence with the radio playing quietly.
"So," He starts, once sitting in silence starts to wear on him. "Sapnap seems nice"
"Sapnap is an idiot." Dream replies. "But he's also my best friend so, yeah he's nice."
"How'd you two meet?"
"Middle school."
"No story?"
Looking over at him, Dream smiles before focusing back on the road. "You know, you asking me questions isn't going to distract me from you thinking he was my boyfriend."
"That's not what I was doing!"
"Mhm. Tell me, why did you think he was my boyfriend?"
"Who else would I expect to be coming to check on you at almost ten at night?"
Dream hums. "I guess, that's fair but just so we're clear, Sapnap and I aren't dating."
George huffs. "Yeah, I got that."
"'m not dating anyone, in case that wasn't clear also."
"Yeah, me either."
The rest of the ride was spent in silence, George leaned his head against the window watching the darkness pass by. He tries to think of bringing up that he would like to see Dream again, after his car is fixed but every excuse or idea that he comes up with, doesn't seem right. He figures he can wait a few days when he goes to pick up his car and then he might have an idea of what he wants to say. He decides that's what he'll have to do as they pull up to his apartment building. The drive was faster without traffic and with him zoning out, it felt like they were only driving for fifteen minutes.
Dream parks in front of the building, puts the car in park, and kills the engine. George looks at the front door, illuminated by the streetlight but other than that everything is dark. There is a light or two that he can see in people's apartments, but the tenants around here are older and usually are asleep by now. He looks over the driver's side of the car, Dream is staring out the front window looking lost in thought.
"Thank you, again." George says, breaking the alpha from his train of thought. "Really, I appreciate it a lot."
"Of course, no problem."
Nodding, George grabs his bag from between his feet. There's really no reason for him to stay in the truck, especially since he's not planning on saying anything until the next time, they see each other. He goes to open the door but a hand on his arm stops him, he turns back finding Dream staring at him, chewing his bottom lip. George's mind is racing, mentally chanting 'say something, say something'
"George, I know we kind of did things in an odd order but, I was wondering if you'd want to see me again." Dream clears his throat, running his hand through his hair. "You know, other than when you come and get your car."
His grip tightens on his bag, heart matching the speed of his mind. It's weird how much the alpha affects him, how much he wants to see the other again. He's never experienced this type of reaction to someone so fast.
"Like, a date?"
'Yeah.I mean, if you want or we can just hang out as friends."
Smiling he says. "No, I'd love it to be a date."
Dream smiles back. "Okay, great."
The alpha moves forward, taking George's face into his hand, he leans in and pulls the omega into a kiss. He all but melts into it, grip loosening on his bag until it slipped from his hand allowing him to tangle his fingers into the other man's curls. It's so easy, kissing Dream. George finds himself wanting to do it for hours and he would invite the alpha upstairs, but he figures one night of sleeping together was enough. Besides he couldn't really say he liked Dream out loud, not with how little time they spent together today.
Pulling back, he hums as lips kiss his neck.
"Dream."
"Hm?"
The attention his collarbones are receiving was driving him crazy. Squeezing his thighs together, he backs away, bringing the two of them face to face.
"We aren't sleeping together."
Eyebrows furrowing, a frown on Dream's lips cause George to laugh.
"Tonight, We aren't sleeping together tonight."
"Okay." The alpha nods and then immediately leans back in.
George would be lying if he said he didn't fall back into it. Moving as close as he could with the middle console in the way. His mind fell quiet as he got lost in the kiss, forgetting anything that was outside of the truck. He didn't think about Mr. Herbert, who lived on the second floor and liked to watch out his window at night, or his roommate, who was probably wondering where the hell he was at, or Ms. Kinston, who usually walks her dog in front of the building at this time of night. Instead, he focused on the hand in his hair, the other holding his face, the tongue exploring his mouth and the breathless state the kiss was leaving him in.
It takes everything in him not to climb over the center console and into Dream's lap. He pulls away again, causing the alpha to groan, but he backs up until his back is against the door, putting some much needed distance between them.
He laughs and says. "I have to get out of this car right now, or I'll never make it to my apartment."
"Yeah." Dream agrees, but he looks like he would rather keep George here for longer. He licks his lips, which are now red and a bit swollen, "Yeah, no, it's pretty late. Want me to walk you up?"
George shakes his head. "No, I'm okay." He knows if he does, it'll end up with the two of them in his bed. He picks up his bag again and opens the truck door, stepping out.
"So, when can I see you again?"
He leans against the door, shrugging
"Whenever you want. You have my number, right?" The alpha nods. "Okay, well, call me when you want to see me again.
Dream leans back against the door, tilting his head back on the window. "Okay, I'Il do that."
"Okay." He stands there for a second, the two of them staring at one another, small smiles on their faces. He really needed to go before he climbed back into the truck. "Goodnight Dream."
"Goodnight George."
Closing the truck door, he turns and walks up the short path to the front door of the building. When he gets the door unlocked, before he steps inside, he looks back and finds Dream still watching him. He sends a quick wave before pushing his way into the building. He's only made it up two flights of stairs when his phone starts vibrating in his bag. lt's an unknown number but he has no doubt who will be on the other end of the call. He answers it as he makes it to his floor.
"Hello?"
"I want to see you again."
George smiles as he walks to his apartment, nose scrunching as he tries to hold in his excitement. "You literally just saw me three minutes ago."
"And I wanted to call you the moment you were out of my sight."
"Alright, you called, now what?"
"Are you busy tomorrow?"
Shaking his head, he unlocked his front door. "I could squeeze you in, I suppose."
He can hear Dream huff into the phone. "Well don't sound too excited about it."
And if he spends the remainder of the night on the phone with the alpha, no one has to know.
___
The sun was hot as hell, shining directly down on George as he sat outside of Smiles' Auto Repair. His sunglasses were doing their best to block the sun from his eyes, but it didn't help the beating he was taking to his skin. He'd have to reapply sunscreen when he gets to the beach. Well, if he ever got there, he's been sitting outside the repair shop for almost fifteen minutes waiting on Dream. He's about three seconds from marching in there and dragging the alpha out himself.
"Hey George."
He looks up from the book in his lap, finding Sapnap in front of him. He's got on a white t-shirt that has a few grease stains on it and a blue jumpsuit that's zipped down and tied around his waist. In the three months he and Dream have been seeing one another, George has become very close with the beta. When he first found out the omega thought he and Dream were together, Sapnap laughed for about ten minutes straight. The alpha was a little offending, not sure why the other found it so funny but from then on three of them hung out a lot together. Sapnap easily became one of George's best friends.
"Hey Sap, how's it going?"
"Eh, not too bad. Finished most of the cars for today now we just have to see if there's any calls for tows or walk-ins."
"Sucks that Dream won't let you take today off, could've come to the beach with us."
Sapnap rolls his eyes. "You know how he is, if he's not here then I have to be, or Sam, but he's visiting family upstate. Besides, it's like a date for you two, right? It's been what, three months you've been together?"
"Keeping tabs on us, Hm?"
The beta snorts. "Not by choice, Dream won't shut up about you. I probably know everything by now"
"Not everything I hope."
"Oh, the things I could blackmail you with."
George narrows his eyes playfully. "Remember, I can get info out of Dream too."
"You don't scare me, George."
He huffs, knowing it's true, Sapnap has no shame. He changes the subject, hoping to get some answers out of the beta.
"So, what does Dream say about me?"
"Trying to get me to turn on my best friend?"
He flutters his eyelashes. "Aren't we best friends Sapnap?"
His friend shakes his head, an amused smile on his face. "I won't tell you what he says, but I will tell you that he likes you. Like, a lot. More than I've ever seen him like someone before."
George perks up at that. "Really?"
"Yes really, but come on, you already knew that."
"Yeah, but like, that could be because of my amazing ass, or because I put out on the first night we met. It's different knowing he likes me a lot, as you put it."
Sapnap looks over his shoulder, back at the shop before resting his elbows on the car and leaning in close. "Okay look, you did not hear this from me but the night your car broke down and you called the shop, Dream was hooked. I mean, if it were anyone else, he wouldn't have driven out there and towed your car or he would have made them pay extra like you promised."
George sits up straight, curiosity taking over. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying, he was already going to say no when I told him about your situation, then he talked to you and changed his mind."
He opens his mouth to say something, he's not sure what, but gets interrupted.
"Hey, what're we whispering about?"
Dream was standing behind Sapnap, tossing his backpack into the backseat.
"Nothing."
"Right, sure, forgive me if I don't believe you but the two of you together are always trouble."
Sapnap and George share a look, one of pride and glee because they do get into some shit when they're together. Don't be fooled though, Dream is usually egging them on even if he denies it later on when they're all nursing a hangover or taking a trip to the emergency room.
"I was actually just telling George about the shrine you have of him in your closet."
"I think you were talking about yourself, you're the one who's been obsessed with him since the night we met, demanding I tell you all the details that night when I got home."
Sapnap scoffs. "Excuse me for being excited for you. I'm feeling awfully bulied right now, l'm going back inside, enjoy your beach day, George."
George rolls his eyes at the two of them, he's become used to their bickering, like an old married couple. He guesses that's what happens when you have a friendship for almost ten years. Dream turns to him with a smile, leans down and plants a kiss on his lips. Naturally, it turns into a quick make out session. There's a few whistles and cheers from the guys in the shop who can see them since the garage doors are open. Dream flips them off as he pulls away, causing them to laugh.
"Alright, move over."
Doing as he's told, George climbs over the center console and gets into the passenger seat. Dream gets into the driver's side, adjusting his seat to his liking
"Hey, sorry it took so long, had a guy who wouldn't get off the phone."
"It's fine, I had my book and Sapnap to keep me company." He shrugs. "But please let's go before my shoulders start to burn."
It's the same beach George was at when his car broke down those few months ago. They've spent a lot of time there together since they started dating. Most days if George didn't have to work, like today, he'd drive to Dream's shop, pick him up, and they'd head down to the beach. If he did have to work, Dream would come and pick him up from there and drive. It's kind of become a thing for them, going to the beach. Sapnap told him Dream's gone to the beach more times this summer than he has his whole life. Apparently, the alpha was not a beach man and only went so much because George loved it. The omega was 90% sure it had to do with Dream being able to see him in a bikini.
When they get there, there's a good amount of people, so they try to find a spot that's not as crowded. He makes sure to put on more sunscreen and applies an extra amount on Dream since the first time they came the alpha burned pretty badly. They lay out on the blanket they brought, tired from work, Dream decides to rest a little while George continues to read his book. It's relaxing, there's a nice breeze from the ocean and they're far enough from others that they can't hear their conversations all that well, but George can't focus on his book. His mind keeps going back to what Sapnap had said earlier. Deciding he'd never finish his book unless he knew what the beta was talking about, he put it down.
"Hey," The alpha didn't move so George poked him in his arm until he woke up. "Oh good, you're awake, I need to ask you something."
Dream grunts but doesn't remove the cap that's covering his face, but he takes that as the man listening anyways.
"So, Sapnap mentioned something earlier. Something about how you fell in love with my voice the first time we talked and that's why you decided to come and give me a tow, you know or something along those lines."
The alpha is quiet for a moment and George begins to think either he's fallen back to sleep, or Sapnap was joking with him. But then Dream turns his head, causing the cap to fall onto the blanket, and looks at him with the softest expression George's ever seen from him.
"Yeah, that's true."
"You just, what, heard my voice and wanted to meet me?"
"Pretty much." Dream sat up, leaning on his elbow to face him. "I mean, I did say my alpha never reacted so physically to someone, I just left out the part where it started with your voice."
George laughs, a little in disbelief and adoration. "That's the oddest thing lve ever heard."
"My alpha was drawn to you, I just had to follow through." Dream shrugs, eyes trailing over the omega, "You definitely lived up to the picture I had in my head, actually you exceeded it."
Rolling his eyes, he says. "I'm already dating you, no need to try and butter me up."
"Trust me, I'Il never stop trying.
George picks up his book again, trying to hide his smile behind it. "Go back to sleep"
He can see the alphas smile as he lays back down and puts the cap back over his face. It makes him a little giddy that Dream felt that way, definitely makes his heart flutter and stomach turn in glee. He can feel himself falling in love with Dream but if there's one thing, he's keeping to himself, it's that he also felt drawn to the alpha just by his voice. Though he doesn't need it going to the man's head. Maybe in the future he'll bring it up but for now he just wants to enjoy his beach day.