My Bodyguard

~Twelve~

TW: Light smut

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Dream's pov
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The week had flown by, now leaving George and I with a very big schedule. He had a photo shoot today for a popular magazine and then he had a TV interview on Thursday.

I was wearing my usual all black suit, other than a white shirt of course. I had my top two buttons undone, revealing my neck and chain. I had a little bit of makeup on but it was barely noticeable.

George walked into the room, wearing a similar suit to mine with the same two buttons undone. I noticed he was also wearing a chain that was similar to mine.

He looked absolutely stunning as usual.

"Like the view?" He asked, cockily. He was hot and he knew it.
"Yes actually." I replied with a smirk. I'd also learnt how to hide any nervousness by mirroring his cockiness. If I showed any nervousness, it would be giving him what he wants.

"You look good," He said walking over to me, stroking my arm, "As always." His last words were a whisper, sending shivers down my spine.

"Why are you being like this?" I questioned. He had been incredibly flirty all week. It was really testing me. My mind went back to how I vowed to not make the same mistake I did with Wilbur.

Even though I had only known him for about a month, I didn't want to lose him. He truly made me happy in a way only few people have done.

"It's not like you're gonna stop me." He whispered once again.

That was it

That was all I needed to hear

I looked deep into his eyes. Was I seriously about to do this? I gently placed a hand in the middle of his chest, pushing him into a wall. I looked down at him before making my decision.

Fuck the past

I crashed my lips onto his, being plunged into an instant pleasure.

I loved the feeling of his soft lips as they slid against mine. His lips parted, allowing my tounge to explore his mouth. He tasted so good.

My hands were on the back of his head, pulling him closer to me and his hands were in my hair. We pulled back for air after a minute or two and stared into each others eyes.

"Dream we have to go, we're gonna be late." He spoke, his voice very quiet.
"One second darling." I said quietly, before pressing my lips to his once again.

There was a knock on the door I'm assuming was John. I didn't pull away however. I kept my lips on his. He pulled me closer to him until there was another knock.

I finally pulled away from him, staring deep into his chocolate brown eyes. I adjusted my now messy hair and we made our way out the door.

"Sorry John, I was still getting ready." George told him. We both got in the backseat of the car.

The radio came on, playing Friends by Chase Atlantic.

(a/n: You don't have to listen to it, I just love the song lmao)

I closed the window between us and John and I pulled him in for another kiss.

He softly moaned into the kiss as I slipped my tounge in, but not loud enough to alert John.

"Be quiet darling." I whispered into his ear. I loved seeing his power slip away from him.

All of my troubles had slipped away from me. All of my doubts. Everything that held me back before.

I desperately wanted to rip his shirt off him but I knew I couldn't. He needed to look perfect for his photos.

I continued to kiss him rougher and rougher. I lightly bit his bottom lip as our mouths moved together perfectly. I couldn't get over his taste.

I knew we were nearing our destination but I couldn't stop. The car came to a halt, tearing us apart. We both got out and made our way inside.

I looked over at George who looked incredibly flustered. I put on a stern face and saw him with a cocky smile on his face.

He went to get ready for the shoot and I went to sit with a good view of him. I couldn't believe what had just happened. He didn't reject me like I thought he would.

For all I knew, he was using me for a quick bit of excitement. He was probably just bored.

He came out all ready for his pictures. He posed for each picture, every now and then flashing me a smirk from across the room.

I wanted to talk to him about whether this is a one time thing or not. I still questioned myself if this was even or just another dream.

He finished up his photo shoot and we got ready to leave. I had completely zoned out the entire time, thinking of what I'd say to him. I decided to leave it and not say anything unless I'm provoked.

John swerved in and picked us up. I held the door for George before getting into the other side.

The window separating the front from the back was still covered from before. I planted a kiss on his lips before turning and facing forwards, away from him.

He was confused until I placed a hand on his thigh. I saw his eyes widen which only made me smirk. I slid my hand higher and higher up his thigh until I reached it.

I turned my head slightly to see his eyes widen. I smirked, turning fully towards him. I kept my eyes on his as I teasingly stroked up and down over his trousers.

He squirmed slightly at each stroke. A soft groan escaped his lips causing me to lean over and kiss him.

I pulled away, keeping my eyes on his as I began to undo his belt. His eyes widened once again and he signalled to the front of the car. "Don't worry, he won't see." I whispered, a smirk spreading across my face.

I unzipped his trousers slowly, teasing him even more, before putting my hand in his boxers. I took his dick in my hand, gently rubbing it.

His head tilted back as his breathing grew heavier. He let out a louder moan, but not loud enough to break through the barrier of the music.

I kept at a slow pace to tease him and make him want more. "You like that?" I asked with a low voice. He only nodded in response.

I looked out of the darkened windows to see that we were nearly home. I let go of his dick, zipping his trousers back up and putting his belt back on.

I smirked at him before pulling him in for a deep kiss. The car came to a halt, forcing our mouths apart.

I got out, opening the door for George. I took his hand to help him out and we walked to his front door. John drove away, leaving us alone outside the door.

He looked up into my eyes. Was he thinking what I was thinking?

As soon as John was completely gone, I pushed him into the door, kissing him. I forced my tounge into his mouth, to which he let out a moan.

I had one arm on his face and another gripping his shirt. I removed my hand from his shirt, opening the door and pushing us through it.

I lifted him up and he wrapped his legs around me. I slammed the door shut before pushing him up against a wall. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into a passionate kiss, this time forcing his own tongue into my mouth.

He pulled away from me, cupping my face in his hands.

"You wanna go up to my room?"