George POV (NSFW)

= Saturday, Jan. 14 =

My voice slurred and my mouth tasted of bitter beer. I could barely stand as I hung onto Dream. He was just as toasted as I was, laughing and planting kisses on my forehead and nose. I laughed along, my body numb as we held each other in the booth.

"Dream~ Come on, not fair." It was just the two of us left. The rest of the group having gone home at least an hour before us.

"It is fair. How is it not fair?" He said, his voice warm and his breath just as knee buckling as his voice.

"You can't just claim me like I'm some dog,"

"I won the bet. You said I could have you." I rolled my eyes.

"I was even drunker than I am now. You can't just have me." He peered down at me, my face flushing red as I noticed his dim eyes.

"Can't I? I. Won. The. Bet."

"It was a stupid bet! And a joke!" If the rest of the group knew that I had drunkenly made this bet they would be having a hay-day right now."Besides, that's not what I had meant. I meant one favor. You could make me do ONE thing you wanted."

"I won~" I looked away from him, even when he threw a hand over my shoulders. "I beat you. I won."

"At a drinking game, wow, so amazing." I rolled my eyes, amplifying the edge of my words.

"I downed more shots. So I win. What will I use my one demand for?" He tapped his chin, glancing up at the ceiling.

"Great. Here we go." He looked over at me.

"Since you just refuse to kiss me in Minecraft you have to kiss me in real life." I stared at him.

"Pardon me?" His lips split into a grin.

"You heard me. Real life~"

"Dream, you're so drunk... You shouldn't be making this decision..."

"Oh because you're so much soberer?" he was right. Especially when I found myself inching closer to his lips I realize now that I was not in the best headspace. But I wanted to kiss him.

"I guess, you're right." He softly planted a kiss on my lips. Warm and his lips barely grazed mine, such an innocent kiss that was, but it was so perfect.

"See? Not so bad right?" He asked.

"I think I would've preferred it to be in Minecraft." I joked, Dream rolled his eyes.

"What, need a second one?" He asked, a smug smile tugging on his lips as he leaned in closer.

"Maybe." I shrugged, looking up at him.

He leaned in closer to me, his lips pressing against mine. He pinched my sides with the pad of his thumb and I opened my mouth in surprise. He didn't hesitate to slip his tongue into my mouth.

I never thought we would be here, sitting in the corner of a bar with our lips moving in sync. How happy I was that it was happening though. I had never even thought about kissing him, not a real thought. But now, here I was, and I knew that when he looked over at me in the airport with those piercing eyes, his sun-kissed hair, I wouldn't be able to resist all that I wanted.

How fucking terrifying this new feeling was.

How I was begging to be with my best friend.

It didn't have to mean anything though, right?

"Hmm, bathroom." He ordered. I didn't hesitate to get up and walk to the bathroom. No one would notice us go there in the packed bar. So he trailed after me, the two of us going into the single bathroom.

"Shirt." I obeyed, slipping off my shirt and letting him kiss along my collar bone and my chest.

While he kissed me, he slipped off my pants and flipped me around. I could feel him hard against me. He pushed me over the counter and I moaned as he stretched me with his fingers.

"Fuck," I wanted to scream his name. But this couldn't mean anything. Friends just having some drunken fun. That's what I told myself for a long time.

= Friday, Feb. 13 =

"Hey, Dream," I said, walking into his room. It had been a month since we had our fun in that bar bathroom. Nothing had happened after that. We had calmed down in the bathroom and he took us went home. We didn't talk about it. Until today.

"Hey, George." He greeted me with the same excitement he did in our videos. I smiled at that. Nothing had changed.

"So, what's the plan for today?" I asked.

Dream shrugged not looking at me, "Dunno. Sapnap is out right now. So we have the place to ourselves." I tensed, my face flushing. Was he implying what I thought he was?

"Okay..." He looked up at me quickly before he turned his eyes back to the monitor.

"Do you want to... Have some fun?" Would it be crazy if I said yes? "I know we were drunk that last time. But I can't stop thinking about it."

"I would love to..."

"Then come 'er." He pushed the chair out for me. I stared at him.

"What?"

"Come here if you want it." I walked over to him slowly.

"Dream, before we do anything I have to ask. This doesn't mean anything right?" Dream gave me a reassuring smile.

"Of course not. This doesn't have to mean anything at all. Just two friends fucking. Friends with benefits." I nodded as he dug his thumbs into my waist. He spoke onto my neck, his lips grazing my skin. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes."

And even as he was pounding into me and he was moaning pet names (Not my name, because that would make it too personal) I kept telling myself: This doesn't mean anything.

= Saturday, March. 24 =

Our whole little ordeal had been going on for a month now. We would have our fun late at night or when Sapnap was out then I would leave and we wouldn't talk about it. We had stayed safe. No looking at each other, no names, no jealousy if we wanted to stop and date someone else, just plain sex, nothing that made any of this too personal. We were fine. Until I proposed we changed it up.

"Dream," I said, my legs straddling his as we sat on his bed. He was nipping at my neck.

"What baby?" He asked, barely giving me attention with his eyes as I spoke. He just kept kissing my neck as he listened.

"I want to change some things up." He grinned.

"Like what, Baby?" I pulled back and forced him to look at me. I loved how things were going, I was content. But something made me want him to look at me like he loved me. And I wanted slow, passionate, love-filled teasing. As embarrassing as it is to admit it, I wanted him to make love to me, not just fuck me and call it a night. Despite the fact that this was everything we said we couldn't do.

"I..." I stammered. He looked at me with a patient smile. When we were in these moments, sometimes I forgot that this was my best friend. Sometimes I forgot how much I was falling for him until I looked at him.

"Yes?" I looked down at him with determined eyes and a confident voice. I wasn't going to be scared to tell him what I wanted.

"I want you to fuck me like you love me." His eyes blew wide and he smiled.

"Okay. I will."

And as he touched my chest and I saw as he watched me cum with a type of admiration in his eyes I had never seen with him before, I should have known that this was going to change everything.

= Sunday, Apr. 16 = (Not on the day of the sabbath :'( NOT ON THE LORD'S DAY)

"Damn it, damn it," I called out, his lips giving the perfect amount of attention to my leaking cock. He pulled away and I whined at the loss of contact.

He looked at me. And I stared back. "What?" I asked. He smiled, an evil curl to his lips.

"Say my name, George." Hearing him say my name in that deep, husky voice that he usually had in these situations, sent electricity through my body.

I called out his name as he gave my cock the attention I wanted, it almost felt like him hearing his name coming out of my mouth made his performance even more exceptional.

Damn it. It was too far gone, now.

= Thursday, Aug. 26 =

"George. Fuck yes."

"I'm gonna cum, Dream."

"Yes, George cum baby."

Everything blurred and I didn't even hear the words coming out of my mouth. But whatever I said made Dream go right over the edge. I watched as he came, a look of pure euphoria crossing his face in the most perfect beautiful way. He was flushed red and his eyes were closed.

Soon, he pulled out and fell onto the bed next to me. "George." I hummed in response.

"Do you have any clue as to what you said?" It had just crossed my mind what came out of my mouth when I finally got to my high.

"I do." I looked away from him.

"Did you mean it?"

I love you. I love you.

The words replayed in my head.

"I did." I could feel him looking at me so finally, I had to look at him.

This doesn't mean anything, right?

There was no point in trying to believe that anymore. Obviously, it wasn't true.

I met his eyes. They looked so passionate and loving; they looked beautiful. And it felt amazing that he was looking at me. Were all those feelings clouded in his eyes targeted toward me?

"George?" He took a deep breath. "Would it be completely stupid if I said it back?" I shook my head immediately.

"I'm in love with you George."

"I'm in love with you too." I drowned him with kisses.

Who would have thought that the words 'Fuck me like you love me' would cause all of this to turn around?