Smut Warning

Here they were. Eyes meeting from across the airport and they both couldn't help but run toward each other. Giddy and so extremely excited to be in the presence of their best friends. Thye threw their entire bodies into the hug, wrapping around one another and never letting go. Two best friends, practically soulmates were meeting for the first time. No one around them knew that they had spent five years an ocean apart. Or how both of them were secretly pining over the other but had no idea. Two best friends with the Florida land ahead of them, completely in their hands.

"Dream!" He tucked his head into the crook of the taller boy's neck. Inhaling his scent ever so slightly, George caught a whiff of Dream's oceany smell.

"George." He said lazily. Like he was just too excited to show anymore edge to his words. Like him being here was just enough for the blond boy. Just perfectly enough. This short brunette was all Dream thought about when he was drifting off at night or when he was in the shower or when no other person or object could be enough to content him. Dream's lips hovered over George's head. His chin lightly grazing his brown hair. He could smell George's shampoo, it was so comforting. It was the same smell that he had savored when George personally sent Dream his merch. Now Dream knew, he had definitely worn it before sending it.

"I can't believe it. I'm in Florida." George's voice sounded nervous.

"You're in Florida. You're here." They pulled away from one another and made their way to Dream's car. By the time George's head hit the headrest, he was already half asleep. A giddy smile on his face.

It was at least an hour car ride back to Dream's place. By the half-hour mark, George was back to being fully awake and looked slightly uncomfortable. Shifting in his seat ever so slightly every few minutes.

"George? You alright?" Dream asked, a little oblivious to what was wrong with his friend. Maybe he didn't like car rides, or he had to go to the bathroom. Who knows?

"Just a long flight," George said, his cheeks flushed red and he bit his lip while trying to hide it. He was annoyed, honestly, it should've gone away by now but then he caught sight of his friend in the driver's seat. One arm's elbow lazily resting on the center council, the other gripping onto the steering wheel. His eyes focused and his jaw tightened. Fuck did he look amazing sitting there driving.

"Makes sense- oh." He glanced over at George. A hand hiding his flushed face. The other thrown across his crotch to hide his obvious hard-on. "Uhm." Dream's face flushed red. Enjoying the sight next to him a little too much. George's neediness was so unbelievably attractive. He wanted more of it. Dream debated his next move.

Slowly Dream inched his free fingers toward George. Wrapping his hand around George's thigh and giving it a squeeze. George whimpered and Dream grinned smugly. Enjoying the noises falling from George's lips.

"You like that baby?" He inched his fingers further up. A finger barely grazing the tent in his pants. George bit his lip vigorously drawing blood from having done it nearly the whole car ride. He moaned out softly. Throwing his head back when Dream palmed him through his jeans.

"Words baby. Words."

"Yes. I-I like it." George had dreamt of this. His best friend doing dirty things to him when they finally met. That was one of the reasons George was scared to meet Dream. He wanted it to be real. He wanted to be Dreams.

"Do you want some help?" Dream asked smugly.

"Y-yes. I need some help. Please." Dream pulled away from George, his hand going to the steering wheel.

"I'll help you when we get home okay?" George looked over at him annoyed but couldn't help but agree. He would rather wait than get nothing.

"Okay."

Dream guided George through the door like it was nothing. Not like he was completely hard from hearing George's moans and was tight against his pants. Not like he was ready to fuck George senseless when they closed the front door.

George set his bags down off to the side. Looking away from Dream sheepishly until he was pinned against the wall. Dream's eyes hungry and dim. Dark forestry greens covering his eyes completely. Dream couldn't wait, he needed him and George needed him back just as much.

"Are you okay with this George? You swear?" George looked at him with stern eyes.

"I'm okay with this." Dream smirked.

"What do you want?" Dream asked.

"What I want?" George's eyes looked mischievous and his body grew confident. George pushed himself against Dream and moaned at the contact. "I want you to fucking wreck me. Until it hurts to scream until it hurts to cum. I want you Dream." Dream was slightly shocked, his face blooming with red as he looked at the needy brown-haired boy.

Dream coughed a little. "I can do that."

His confident demeanor had faltered but he was back. Dream brought George into a kiss. Sloppy and warm. Dream's tongue explored every single crevice of the bottom's mouth. Earning messy moans in return. Dream moved down, kissing his cheeks and grazing his teeth against George's jaw. He sucked on George's neck, kissing gently and also watching dark bruises begin to bloom. George was his right now. Hopefully for a long time after this too.

Dream grinned into George's skin when George arched his back. He wanted to make him do that over and over again. He looked so pretty when he felt good.

George and dream ripped off each other's shirts and Dream worked at unzipping George's pants. Dream kissed down George's stomach finally coming closer to George's bulge. Dream slipped off George's boxers and licked the tip of George's cock. Precum already leaking from the tip. slowly he wrapped his lips around the tip and swirled his tongue around.

"Oh Fuck Dream." George's accent grew thicker as he let out sloppier moans, completely incoherent as he begged for Dream to go further. Dream obliged and started taking in George further, his hands tugging on the blond male's hair as he moaned out in ecstasy.

"Yes Dream. Yes." He groaned as Dream took him in completely. Bobbing his head up and down to please George. George was still pressed against the wall. Dream having held him up straight with his hands to keep him from buckling to the floor.

Dream hummed and George couldn't help but scream. Barely able to make out the words: "I'm close." Dream lifted up his head and pulled off George with a pop. George whining at the loss of contact.

"Don't worry baby, you'll get much better." Dream guided him to the bedroom. Throwing him against the bed. Dream stripped himself of his pants and slowly crawled over him, pulling George in for another kiss. Less hungry but still so full of passion. Warm and filled with love. Dream wanted to ruin George, but he wanted him to know how he really felt about George. George just smiled.

"Suck baby." Dream held three fingers to George's mouth and he happily took them. Sucking on them and rolling his eyes back. Imagining it was Dream's hard cock instead. Finally when they were lathered in saliva Dream pulled them away.

"Are you sure you're ready?" Dream asked.

"Very."

Dream inserted one finger inside of George carefully. Pumping it slowly inside of him. George moaned.

"Oh Fuck yes Dream. More baby more, please." Dream added another digit and pumped faster than it was three. Dream curled his fingers and George Screamed. Writhing beneath Dream hungrily. "Fuck me Dream. Please." Dream didn't hesitate. He pulled out of George and slowly inserted himself in. Groaning at the feeling of George's tight ass.

Dream thrust inside of him fully, George screamed. Painful at the start but soon growing into full pleasure. Thrusts growing faster and sloppier. Dream watched as George's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he arched his back. Dream obviously had hit his prostate. He aimed for it again, earning loud screams of his name.

"Right there, baby! Right there harder please!" George was screaming so loud and Dream was savoring every second of it. Finally, George felt the bubble pop inside of him.

"Oh, I'm cumming baby," George yelled.

"Good. So am I..." They both moaned as they rode out their highs. Dream pulling out and falling to George's side.

Dream knew that this hadn't meant anything to George. That this had been a friend helping a friend. Nothing more than a slight benefit to their meeting. So why was George still clinging to Dream trying to catch their breath? Why wasn't he on the other side of the bed trying to get as far away from Dream as possible?

George felt happy. He had enjoyed every second of being with Dream. But George knew that Dream didn't want to go any further than that. Even though George had caught the looks that Dream had gave him when George was in pure euphoria and had felt the way he was making love to him and not just fucking him. And how right now he was planting kisses on George's temple.

Would this be any more than it had been?

"Dream." He looked over at George.

"What the hell did we just do?" Dream sat up.

"Do you regret it?" George looked at him.

"Worse... I don't." a grin crossed Dream's face.

"Me either." Dream kissed George slowly. "I'm in love with you, George." George grinned into the kiss.

"I love you, Dream."