Star Boy - DNF

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George and Dream stare at each other for a

few awkward moments before George asks

Dream what the hell he was doing in Dream's

bed.

And then he shakily pointed to the hickeys on his

neck.

It caused a sly grin to appear on Dream's face, but

he quickly wiped it off.

"You were drunk, I was drunk." He says nonchalantly.

Like this was the goddamn time to pretend everything

was okay, even though it was not. The whole world was

crumbling and everything was too much.

A horrified look paints George's features as he stumbles

backwards from Dream.

Dream just rolls his eyes and props himself up.

"We didn't have sex or anything, don't think too highly

of yourself."

George feels a slight twinge in his heart, but he's also

mesmerized by Dream's godlike abs that make him

want to drool.

"That's not what I meant, and I don't want to have sex

with you...you creep." He adds trying to have a solid

rebuttal. He huffs indignantly, and turns his head away.

Dream smirks his hot smirk as he gets up and leans against

the wall.

"Oh come on Georgie, don't be mad at me."

And George feels as though he's going to burst and butterflies

are going to erupt from his body. His face flames red, and if

Dream notices, he certainly doesn't point it out.

"Sh-shut up you idiot." He scowls, his voice seeming higher.

"Just take me home."