Living together | dnf

And I thought George was the bottom.

TW! MENTION OF SH.

SMUT.

George trudged into the bathroom, towel and clothes in hand. He hadn't taken a shower in awhile, better to get it over with. Today he wanted to go out to a Cafe with Dream. Dream had agreed to the idea.

George turned the water on hot, letting the mirrors in the bathroom steam before getting undressed and discarding his clothes on the floor. As the water hit his healing arm, the cuts stung like hhell, causing him to retract his arm from the water. He realized it was scorching hot soon after the water hit down on his back, he quickly stepped forward, turning the heat down by a bit. About 15 or 20 minutes into his shower, a knock hit against the door.

"George? You okay?" Dream asked from outside the bathroom.

"I'm fine." He called back out.

"What?" He couldn't understand George through the sound of the water.

"I'm fine!" He said louder now.

"Is everything okay?" Dream opened the door and stepped in briskly, shutting it halfway behind him.

"Yes dreammmm." He popped half of his face from the shower curtain, giving a goofy smile to dream.

Dream laughed before turning around to leave, but as he opened to door, he was interrupted.

"No, come back here." He requested. Sometimes with George, he could change moods as fast as a second. One day he'll be down, gloomy, sad. The next he'll be extremely happy and energetic.

A grin grew on Dreams face as he re-closed the door. After turning around to face the shower, he leaned against the door with his arms crossed over his chest and one leg resting over his knee.

"What?" Dream asked, in a tone that showed he already knew the answer.

George plead with those big chocolate puppy eyes of his.

"I'm not telepathic, baby." Dream said in a low voice, a voice that turned George on so much.

"Stoppp, come here please." George could feel the heat rise in his face, he moved back behind the shower curtain to hide his blush.

Dream undressed after George disappeared into the steamy shower, throwing his clothes into the same pile as Georges.

Dreams lustful eyes met with georges beautiful ones the second he stepped into the shower. It wasn't long before Dream had George pinned to the wall. One hand cupped his cheek, while the other held his arms above his head as they kissed passionately.

Small moans from George broke through the kiss when they desperately rubbed against eachother for any friction.

George decided to flip their positions, surprisingly, Dream let him. He slowly kissed down Dreams chest and v-line. A loud gasp came from Dream when Georges lips connected around his hard member, his head bobbing up and bobbing down. Dreams back pressed up against the shower wall as his hand traveled to the back of Georges hair, pressing him further down onto his length. A small gag could be heard as Dream released his grip, his hand now stroking his hair, subconsciously stopping when the pleasure grew to much.

"Shit, George, I'm close-" He was cut of by another gasp, George swirled his tounge under the tip. As hard as he tried to stay silent, since the others were home, he couldn't help but moan the others name.

Not long after his last cry, Dream had finished in Georges mouth, a small bit on his lip. When Dream pulled him back up against the wall, he wiped his lip with his thumb and pulled him into another deep kiss. George didn't see his hand move down so it caught him by surprise when he found himself receiving a handjob. With Dreams face still less than an inch away from Georges, when he tried to let out a moan, Dream interrupted with pressing his lips harshly against the shorter males.

George squirmed against Dreams wet body, panting for breaths loudly. His arms flew over Dreams shoulders, pressing the two closer as George initiated another kiss. After a few hot, messy minutes George finished into Dreams hand as he whispered his name into his ear.

They cleaned up a bit more in the shower together. When they exited and dried off, Dream was left without clothing.

"Baby, can we still go to the Cafe?" George asked, swooing him.

"Mm..if you go get me some clothes?"

"Sure!" After George dressed and left the bathroom, audible laughs could be heard from the living room. He chose to ignore them and go to Dreams room.

After searching for a minute, George picked out grey sweatpants, and a white tee-shirt before grabbing him boxers. He skipped back to the bathroom, blocking out Sapnaps snickers.

"Grey sweatpants!" George said as he handed the clothes to his boyfriend, trying to hide back his laughter.

"My favorite. " Dream quickly got dressed and left again, this time with George hugging his arm like a tree.

"Ewwwww, you two are so loud" Sapnap pretended to gag.

"We didn't even say anything swipnip." George smiled, which Dream took notice of. He was ecstatic that George was starting to feel better.

Sapnap eyed them with a know-it-all look.

When Dream and George came to logical thinking, they realized what he was talking about. Their faces went red.

"Yall do you, but I thought George would be the bottom.." Sapnap teased as Bad minded his own business, scrolling through twitter

"He is." Dream laughed.

"No. I. Am. Not." George got very defensive over being called a bottom.

"So what was last-" Dream started,

"Shut up. Piss baby." George murmured, letting go of dreams arm and curling up in a ball.

"I'm sorry, how about I bring you to that Cafe?" Dream couldn't help but laugh.

"Hmph." George was being bratty. He knew that he would accept the deal, but being a brat is too fun to pass.

"And you can have the aux in the car. " Dream tried persuading.

"Deal!" Geoege sat up and gave Dream another kiss, and after some bitching from Sapnap, they got in the car and headed to the Cafe.