part 2 was written by honkdaddyy :)

The next race.

When was the next race?

Sapnap and Dream hadn't quarreled over much of anything lately. Yeah, there was the occasional bickering over stupid shit like who out of the two was supposed to get the groceries that week (surprise; it was Sapnap). Or who was supposed to pick up the mail from the post office (Dream made an excuse about being too busy to go, though he's always had a very open schedule). Or what they were going to have for dinner (Dream wanted lamb, Sapnap wanted hamburgers. They ended up getting sushi instead). However, none of it was worth racing over, and quite frankly, it was pissing Dream off.

George had been on Dream's mind almost every single day since the last race. It was odd, because that was their one and only encounter so far, yet the brunet already had Dream wrapped around his delicate little finger.

Dream wanted nothing more than to see the pretty brunet clad in red again, sporting his colors. His short-shorts, maybe even a cute little crimson crop top, and his pristine red nails. Waving his checkered flag high in the air, back arching slightly as he lifted himself onto his toes, and eyes shining with excitement and something else—something Dream wanted to see up close and personal again.

But, of course, as all things do, nothing was going Dream's way.

Sapnap had yet to call a race for anything, really. Whether it was just for the sake of it, or because of some petty argument. And at the moment, it seemed like Sapnap had...other things on his mind.

Dream watched from their L-Shaped couch in the living room as Sapnap dragged in his third girl of the week—and it was only Tuesday. Dream rolled his eyes, forcing his line of view to stay level with the television in front of him as Sapnap and the random girl shoved their tongues down each other's throats, blindly backing down the hall toward Sapnap's room.

The door slammed shut, followed by another loud noise that was a mix between a gasp and a moan. When Sapnap and Dream first moved into their current place, Dream had learned very quickly that their shared apartment had thin walls. Very thin walls.

Irritation and disappointment welled in Dream's gut. Irritation because, well, he was fucking tired, and now he would have to listen to the pair go at it for the next hour and a half. And disappointment because fuck, he missed George.

He missed—no, he craved the artificial sugar taste of George's lips on his. He wanted to feel the way George's hips felt under his strong calloused hands again. He wanted to toy with the boy's sensitive nipples, run his thumb roughly over the cold ball of his piercing and leave him squirming, whimpering for more. Dream's eyelids shut as he let out a shuddering breath, images of George in the front seat of his car, between his legs on the floor of his car, and on his lap all dancing around in his mind.

Dream sighed, blinking blankly up to the ceiling. He could feel himself beginning to strain painfully against the fabric of his jeans, which he still had yet to change. The sound of Sapnap and his one night stand was starting to get unbearably loud. Dream pushed himself up and off the couch and grabbed his car keys off the end table beside the couch. He beelined for the front door, not giving a shit about the loud slam as he shut the door behind him.

The cold night air nipped unapologetically against his freckled cheeks. Dream hurried down the concrete steps, turning sharply on his heel as soon as his feet met the ground in the direction of his beautiful, shiny red sports car.

He unlocked his car and plopped into the front seat, hastefully reaching down to unbutton his jeans. A breath left his slightly parted lips as the pressure around his erection loosened. Without dwelling on it too much, Dream slid his left hand under his waistband, gritting his teeth as he imagined not his own large, unsteady hand—but instead George's heavenly ones, twisting with such intricacy and skill, moving in all the right ways.

"Fuck."

-

Dream watched from the corner of his eye as the girl struggled to hold her belongings in her arms, quietly excusing herself. The front door closed slowly, barely making a sound as it clicked shut, leaving Sapnap and Dream alone to their own devices in the kitchen. Dream tapped his spoon against the rim of his bowl, his Reese's Puffs cereal no longer looking as appetizing as it once had.

"Now, she's definitely coming back," Sapnap grinned loopily, eyes staring off as he leaned his elbows onto the countertop behind him.

"Glad to hear," Dream grumbled sarcastically, dropping the spoon from his grip. He sighed, pushing back on the counter as he kicked his heel against the barstool he sat on.

"Man, you're really missing out with all these girls, Dream," Sapnap's head tipped back, eyes sliding shut as he bit his lip. Dream narrowed his eyes in disgust, visible disapproval for Sapnap's hormonal mindset. Though, was he really one to talk?

"Sap, mind out of the gutter," Dream snapped his fingers teasingly, a breathy laugh leaving his nostrils. Sapnap chuckled lightly, head lolling to rest against his shoulder as he studied Dream's face.

"What?" Dream frowned, nails scraping against the edge of the countertop. The tile felt cold against the tips of his fingers. Sapnap's lips parted, eyes squinting while he examined Dream's facial features.

Sapnap didn't speak for a while. What was he staring for, anyway? Dream didn't break eye contact, only shifting uncomfortably under the raven's gaze. Dream noticed the dark marks on Sapnap's neck, as well as fading bite marks. Surely they didn't go at it again while Dream was asleep?

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of judgemental silence, Sapnap spoke. "So," he drawled, eyes beaming with something dangerously akin to troublesome. "Who was the flag boy?"

Dream's eyes widened, newfound attention directed solely at Sapnap at the mention of the brunet. He couldn't find it in him to smile, not when Sapnap had such a mischievous look on his face.

"George," Dream's eyebrows furrowed, eyes narrowing a little. "Why?"

"He's hot," Sapnap said bluntly, a smirk tugging at his lips at the way Dream visibly tensed. A flame ignited in Dream, one that was ugly and possessive. Did Sapnap just say George was hot? It was one thing to say George was hot, but it was another to say that with such a lustful look in his eyes, like he wanted George. Sapnap decided he wanted to prod the fire in Dream's gut further, "I think he'd enjoy a night with me."

"I bet you couldn't please him if you tried," Dream huffed, his hand gripping the edge of the countertop until his knuckles turned white. "Why—why is this even a conversation we're having?"

Sapnap laughed heartily, the sound rubbing Dream in the wrong way. Sapnap had been wanting trouble when Dream last had a girlfriend, and he was definitely looking for trouble now that he saw the blond had his eyes set on someone. Dare Dream be the one to say it, but his own best friend could be straight up toxic at times.

"I dunno, just interested in seeing if he's a good quick fuck or not," Sapnap mumbled, pushing off the counter so he could walk over to the fridge. Dream's blood boiled under his skin, veins burning red hot.

Dream's eye twitched as he opened his mouth to tell Sapnap to "fuck off," but was stopped by Sapnap's overly cocky voice.

"Looks like he'd be easy."

Okay, what the fuck.

Dream had Sapnap pushed against the wall in the blink of an eye, his shirt collar bunched up under Dream's fist. Sapnap's facial expression stayed neutral, but Dream could see right through his little disguise. He could see the way one of his hands shakily made their way up to Dream's, fingers firmly grasping his wrist. He could see the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously.

"Quit the fucking act, Sapnap," Dream growled, venom dripping from his words. "It's not funny."

"Who said it was an act? Let a man be curious, and let a man test out his theory," The raven shrugged nonchalantly, breath hitching as Dream pushed against him more.

"You're not gonna test out shit, fucking dickhead," Dream eyed Sapnap's wide ones, wanting nothing more than to wipe the smug grin off his face with a quick fist to his jaw.

"Well," Sapnap ran his tongue over his teeth, "a race could settle this."

Dream scoffed, his anger overriding his excitement for another race. Another race meant he got to see George, which was good. However, Dream wasn't sure he wanted to see George under the circumstances Sapnap was setting up.

"Whoever wins gets a shot at George."

"As if I haven't already had one," Dream snarled, shoving the hand with Sapnap's shirt collar back. "And George isn't some prize to be won."

"You had no problem doing a race for your ex-girlfriend," Sapnap frowned, irritation lacing his tone. Dream rolled his eyes and stepped back, hesitantly letting go of the raven man's t-shirt.

"She was into that. I don't know," Dream said and crossed his arms, puffing out his chest slightly. "Who said George was okay with this type of shit? He's just the flag boy for us."

"He's a pretty boy with sass written all over his face, Dream," Sapnap deadpanned. "I'm sure he'll love the drama."

Dream didn't say anything. He only continued glaring at the raven in front of him, the anger still churning wildly in him. He didn't appreciate the way Sapnap was talking about George. Not in the slightest.

Dream opened his mouth, preparing to cuss Sapnap out because he fucking deserved it. He deserved every word that was building on Dream's tongue, as the blond readied himself to lash out with a metaphorical knife. But he was rudely interrupted yet again, by Sapnap and his arrogantly confident words.

"Race on Friday at noon. Either you're there, or you're not. And if you're not," Sapnap tilted his head away, keeping his eyes trained on Dream's and watching with amusement as furious flames danced in his pupils. "I guess George and I will be having a little fun."

"Oh, you little shit—" Dream shouted and reached his hand out to grab onto Sapnap, missing by only a hair's length as the raven cackled and sped out of the kitchen, heading straight to his room.

"Fucking asshole," Dream grumbled, clenching his fists at his sides, nails digging crescent shaped holes into his palms.

Dream would get back at him, and he would definitely be winning the race, that's for sure.

-

Hot rays of sunshine shone down on the Earth, cursing Dream's bare arms with a light pink tint. Sweat that had built on his brows was wiped away with ease using the back of his hand as the other held a wet wash mitt.

His overly expensive, beautiful, stunning red sports car sat, all soaped up, under the harsh sun. Dream's chest swelled as he gave it a once over—the red body, dripping with pink and blue bubbles onto the asphalt below, the black rims on his tires sparkling to exhibit their cleanliness, the scorching sun reflecting off the near-black tinted windows. Dream bit his lip to suppress a grin because, fuck, his car was sexy.

His thoughts were disrupted by a gentle hand finding its way to his shoulder, fingertips digging into his skin. Dream glanced down, grin growing as his emerald eyes caught glimmering amber ones. George stared up at him with a flirtatious smirk, the stick of a lollipop poking out at the corner of his lips.

"So, a race for me, huh?" George teased as he subconsciously leaned into Dream's side, eyes unabashedly taking in every inch of Dream's appearance that he could. Dream chuckled lowly, hand moving to snake around George's waist and grasp his ass—a different, yet similar pair of red booty shorts hugging his curves perfectly.

"Oh, come on," Dream murmured, raking his eyes over George's face. His cheeks were a light pink, freckled with brown specks, prominent cheekbones highlighted with an iridescent shimmer. His lips—those perfect, addicting lips that had Dream up at ungodly hours for a week and a half straight—had a strong red lipstick expertly applied to them, accentuating his cupid's bow. A sheer red eyeshadow was blended onto his eyelids, making a self satisfied smirk rise on Dream's already self absorbed face. "Red for me, baby?"

"Of course," George said coolly, fluttering his lashes innocently as he wrapped his dainty fingers around the stick, opening his mouth to swirl the red lollipop onto his stained tongue. Dream felt a laugh rumble in his chest as he gave a quick slap to George's ass before pulling away.

Dream peeled the mitt off his hand, tossing it to where Sapnap and a few others were washing their own cars just a few feet from the pair. Sapnap tossed Dream a fierce and determined glare, one that was easily reciprocated by the blond. The raven turned away with an inaudible huff, facing one of his racing friends that he was talking to just moments before.

"And you agreed to this?" Dream asked once he looked back to the brunet. The messy brown locks on top of his head were ruffled by the brisk gust of wind, mocha eyes squinted against the unrelenting sun.

"Why not?" George shrugged, observing with a hand on his hip as Dream began rinsing his car off, the water washing the bubbly soap away with ease. "Seemed fun to watch you two idiots go at it."

"Is that so?" Dream hummed, raising one of his eyebrows. He watched the liquid soap drip down the side of his car and onto the pavement, revealing the shiny red wrap of his car. George scoffed playfully from beside him as he skimmed over Dream's dripping wet car.

"God, you'd fuck your car if you had the chance, huh," George muttered, half-jokingly. Dream shot him a lighthearted glance while spraying the rest of his car off, being nitpicky as to get each soap bubble off of his car.

"Maybe," Dream teased, wiggling his eyebrows. George shook his head with feigned annoyance. His lips rested in a gentle smile, tongue sticking out in the slightest between his pearly teeth.

Dream turned off the water after he was sure his car was now spotless—leaving just a soaking wet car that needed to be dried off. George whistled as he walked around the car slowly, eyes catching Dream's once he was opposite of him. The blond's breath hitched at the seductive smirk on George's face, one brow raised suggestively.

"Dream," George puckered his lips, slender digits swiveling the white stick. His lips sucked perfectly around the dwindling piece of candy as he winked, knowing exactly what he was doing to Dream. Arousal churned in Dream's groin as George laughed lowly, pulling the lollipop out with a lewd pop! "You'd rather fuck the car?" George said, pushing his bottom lip out into a pout, tongue pushing out to kitten lick the sugary sweet.

"Georgie," Dream groaned, taking long strides to round the car and press against the brunet. George blinked sweetly, not hesitating to push up onto his toes and capture Dream's lips with his. The lollipop slipped from George's fingers, falling to the ground, now long forgotten as George's attention shifted to the intoxicating feeling of Dream's lips on his.

Dream immediately melted into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut as his hands cupped George's face. George tasted like everything red—luscious cherries, perfectly ripe strawberries, even tropical raspberries. Dream was only pulled in more and more, wanting to taste the most of George that he could.

His tongue slid against the waxy coating on George's bottom lip, already feeling the oddly sweet lipstick rub off on his own. Dream felt a little bad for ruining George's perfectly done lipstick, but honestly, he probably looked hotter with it all smudged.

Just as Dream was going to lick into George's mouth, a rough hand clapped him on the back, causing a noise of irritation and confusion to be ripped from the blond's mouth. He pulled away from the brunet, who shamelessly chased after his lips with an upset whine.

"Okay, lovebirds, we haven't even raced yet," Sapnap tutted, cracking his knuckles, probably loudly enough to alert people from over a mile away. An exaggeration of course, because if it had been that audible, Dream might have offered a quick trip to the hospital before their race.

George crossed his arms and rolled his eyes, glancing down to the now ruined and ant infested lollipop, grimacing. Dream's hand on George's face slid down to his shoulder, fingertips pressing into his skin, almost possessively.

"Almost noon, huh?" Dream said indifferently, as if he wasn't just interrupted in the midst of kissing the most gorgeous boy he had ever laid eyes on. Sapnap gave him a look before nodding.

"Can't wait to beat your ass and score it with this one," Sapnap clicked his tongue and winked to George, who only blinked in return. A lackluster response, one that made Dream grin in admiration and pride.

"Hey," Dream smiled softly at George, eyes following the way his thumb swiped under his bottom lip to flawlessly remove the red smudge. Dream's teeth grazed the corner of his bottom lip as he looked back up to George's eyes, taking in the anticipation and excitement in them. "Why don't you go get ready, flag boy?"

He leaned down to George's ear, breath fanning hotly against his reddening cheeks, "Race is gonna start soon," Dream murmured, "and when I win, I'm gonna have my way with you."

-

Dream's heart pounded against his sternum, pulsing hard enough he could feel it in his ears. His hands gripped his smooth leather steering wheel tightly, knuckles paling from his hold. Sweat that had been building up from standing for hours in the sun slipped down his temple. His car engine rumbled continuously, the low hum bringing comfort to his tense muscles. Dream's foot was pressed down on the brake, reading to pounce on the gas as soon as George's little flag signalled the start of the race.

Dream spared a glance to Sapnap's burnt orange car, blacked out windows rolled up so his face wasn't visible to the blond. His teeth tugged at his lower lip, eyes flickering to his driver's side mirror. George was already looking at Dream, an amorous glint in his amber eyes. Dream beamed, eyes following the flag in his hands as he raised it up high. George delivered one last wink before bringing it down swiftly, and Dream was gone.

His tires screeched on the pavement, quickly picking up speed as his foot shoved the gas pedal to the floor. Sapnap's car was riding dangerously close to his, slowly losing speed as Dream's car backfire sounded, the lever on the speedometer pushing past the 200 mph marker.

Dream spared a glance at his rear view mirror, watching with bemusement as George jumped around excitedly with all of the other people in their rather large audience. Dream chuckled to himself, feeling breathless as his car pushed and pushed. Dream couldn't help but eye the way George's cute little crop top rode up with his raised arms, exposing the bottoms of the barbells on his nipple piercings.

He let his free hand catch on the piercing George had been toying with earlier, the metal already warm beneath his touch before he even laid a finger on it.

Images of the first and last time George had been alone with Dream flashed through his head as Sapnap's orange car inched forward. That won't do. Not when Dream was getting extremely turned on thinking of the things he would do to George once the race was over, once Dream won the race.

He looked way too pretty on his knees between Dream's thighs, fluttering his too-long lashes over those darkened eyes and licking his pink lips wet. His gaze was lidded, a stare in a matching shade of red to the lacquer on his nails.

"Fuck," Dream growled under his breath, eyes flickering from looking back to Sapnap's car and looking forward. Dream made a split second decision, deciding to swerve close to Sapnap. Dream's movements obviously threw the raven off as he panicked, veering away from Dream's shiny red, untouched car (that risked being scratched or worse, dented, because he wasn't thinking clearly and was, quite frankly, being an idiot).

Nails that looked so devilishly pretty when pale hands slid against Dream's cock with deliberate slowness, letting Dream feel the curve of his palm against him and the softness of long fingers.

Fuck, he wanted George so bad. Bad enough to race unfairly, it seemed. He wanted the feeling of his heavenly fingers on his cock again, wanted the feeling of his mouth working wonders as he went down, taking all of Dream into his mouth with little struggle.

An exhilarated grin spread across his face as he laughed, pushing the gas pedal down impossibly more. His car easily passed Sapnap's by a substantial amount, causing a burst of pride to surge through his chest.

He was going to win.

Honestly, not like it mattered, because George didn't seem all too interested in Sapnap in the first place...but, it was still so fucking fun.

Dream could see their shittily marked finish line approaching. Sapnap's car still had the opportunity to pass Dream, still had the opportunity to win. The blond wasn't too into that, the idea of Sapnap somehow ending up with George for the night, even if it was just a regular hangout. Dream wanted George's eyes on him, and only him.

Feet, inches, right fucking there—

"—Yes!" Dream let out a loud, boisterous cackle as he crossed the line, turning his steering wheel abruptly to spin out, foot grinding on the brake. His tires screeched with finality as dark, black marks appeared on the asphalt.

Like Dream mentioned before, not much goes his way.

So, naturally, one of his tires hits something, and it hits hard. Dream's eyes flew open as his mouth clamped shut, a gasp tearing itself from his throat. His car stills, leaving him to breathe heavily and wonder what the fuck he just hit.

Dream threw open his driver's side door with shaky hands from the adrenaline and fear. He hobbled out of the car, ignoring Sapnap's aggressive shouting as his eyes zeroed in on the absolute mess of his tire. Really, Dream thought he might cry.

His beautiful, sexy, perfect, wonderful, amazing—everything his car is, or once was—was now atrocious. His jaw dropped at the broken rim on his tire, and there was a new, odd bubble in his tire. That would be an easy fix, but when would he be able to bring his car to the shop? There was no way he could race like that until then, no chance in the whole world.

His car looked repulsive now, and looking at the culprit of the damage made him want to laugh and scream and cry and bitch about how stupid it was. Just a rock, maybe one he shouldn't have hit with his car, but still. Why was it on the road in the first place?

"Dream!" George's voice sounded cheerily from behind the blond, jogging happily. Dream didn't remove his eyes from his rim and tire, still sulking over the money he'd have to pay eventually, his pride now gone fully down the drain. When was the last time he wrecked any of his cars, anyways? Forever ago, if he ever did.

"Oh, shit," George frowned as he stopped by Dream's side, placing his gentle hand on the taller man's forearm. Dream pouted, turning to look at the brunet.

"Dream! You little—oh, fuck," Sapnap snorted before bursting out in laughter as soon as he came into view of the car's wheel. "That's what you get, asshole! What was that little stunt you pulled?"

"Look," Dream sighed, a dumb smile forming on his face. "I was being an ass, okay, I got my karma now."

"Deserved," George hummed, "very deserved."

Dream rolled his eyes and wrapped his arm around George's shoulders. "We should get going though. I can probably take her—"

"—Did you just refer to your car as 'her?'—"

"—to the shop," Dream glared playfully at George, who had his head cocked to the side in bewilderment.

Dream and George piled into Dream's car hurriedly, and Dream was out of there in seconds. He was definitely not wanting to risk having the cops on their ass again. He was still mindful of his tire, because as much as they needed to get out of there, he didn't want his tire bursting and the cops on him.

"Do you know anyone who owns a shop?" George asked, sliding his hand onto Dream's thigh. The blond's breath caught in his throat as he looked at George from his peripherals.

"Yeah, uh, my buddy Sam," Dream said, eyes gazing down to George's hand, paleness clashing with the dark navy blue of his jeans. He looked back up, forcing his eyes to stay on the road as he navigated his way to where Sam's auto shop was. "I don't think he's there right now, but we can wait around until then."

"That's perfectly fine," George replied with a small smile, hiding his face from the blond as he looked out of the passenger window. Dream caught it though, and a smile of his own grew on his face.

"What're you thinking, princess?" Dream hummed, dropping one of his hands off the wheel to place it on top of George's. George turned his hand over, allowing Dream to weave their fingers together. Dream's heart warmed as he pulled into the parking lot of the auto shop.

As expected, Sam's car was not there. The garage doors were closed too, but Dream had a key to get inside and open them. Him and Sam were childhood friends so it was common sense that Sam trusted him enough to give him spare keys.

"I'll be right back, okay, baby?" Dream mumbled as he pulled in front of the closed garage door, leaning over to place a kiss on George's lips. The brunet's hand flew to the back of Dream's neck, keeping him in place as he kissed back eagerly. Dream smiled and chuckled into the kiss, moving over to kiss at the corners of George's lips instead of where he wanted.

"Okay," George whimpered and let go of Dream's neck. The blond snickered and pulled away, pushing the door open so he could get out.

After digging in his pockets for a good minute and a half, Dream unlocked the front door of the shop and walked in, welcoming the cool A/C, a major difference from the blistering heat outside. He knew it would be even hotter in the garage area, but he didn't really care at the moment. He unlocked the door to the garage, sighing as the heat pushed against him. It smelled like, well, cars (not that Dream was complaining). He ran his hand up the frame of the door and stopped beside the buttons that controlled the garage door, pushing gingerly against the one that opened it.

Slowly, the metal door retracted, revealing Dream's red beauties. George leaned against the side of the car, inspecting his pristine red nails in the sun. Dream's gut swirled with a flurry of emotions as he smiled warmly at the brunet.

"C'mere," Dream beckoned, letting his arm hang in the air until the brunet had skipped up to him happily, properly sticking himself to Dream's side. George giggled, sounding sweet and gentle, like honey.

"Bring your car in here, idiot," George said fondly and pushed the palm of his hand against Dream's chest. Dream huffed dramatically and went to bring his car into the garage. He put it in park, twisting his keys inward to turn off his car, and gently shut the car door as he got out.

Just as he was about to say some shitty joke about him maybe deserving the scuff on his tire, he heard the sound of the garage door shutting, eyes immediately shooting to where the controls were. George held eye contact, an innocent smile playing on his lips as the outside light slowly faded, leaving them with poorly lit industrials above.

"George?" Dream furrowed his brows, barely even blinking before George's lips were connected with his, red lipstick staining itself onto Dream's lips for the third time that day. Dream made a strangled noise before returning the favor, big hands going to rest on George's slim hips.

George still tasted like the cherry lollipop he had earlier. More faint, for sure, but still there. Dream groaned, pressing his lips against George's harder. He knew he was being greedy, but to be fair, he didn't know when Sam would be back. Speaking of, maybe he should text him.

"George," Dream mumbled sloppily against George's lips, placing his hand flat against the middle of the smaller man's chest. "Let me at least find out when Sam is supposed to get back."

George scoffed and rolled his eyes, pulling back to watch Dream fumble to unlock his phone. He managed to pull up his messages with Sam and send him a quick text of hey when will you be back to the shop with shaky fingers. He got a response almost immediately, with Sam saying around an hour and a half. Dream nearly dropped his phone as he haphazardly slid it into his back pocket.

Dream's hands found themselves crading George's stunning face, even though his lipstick was smudged and his cheeks were a bright cherry red. George welcomed Dream's lips on his again, kissing back with just as much enthusiasm. George's hands explored every part of Dream he could reach—his clothed chest and abdomen, his nicely toned arms, his lower back, and a quick pinch to his ass.

Dream growled into George's mouth, biting down roughly onto George's lower lip. He pulled back, eyes blinking open to find George staring right back at him, pupils blown wide in desperation.

"Want you," George breathed hotly, eyes sliding shut as he parted his lips and granted Dream access to his wet cavern. Pure want and need churned in Dream's gut from George's words, despite how simple they were. He could feel himself beginning to go rigid as the brunet pressed his body closer to Dream's.

Dream tilted his head, running his tongue against George's. He walked George back against the front of his car, effectively pinning him to the hood. They hissed as George's back and Dream's hand pressed against the hood, still sizzling from being in the sun for hours on end.

"Sam said he'd be back in an hour and a half," Dream panted heavily, ghosting his slicked lips against George's. A thin strand of saliva connected the two and Dream used his thumb to wipe it away.

"Well," George said with a playful glint in his eyes, "we have time." The brunet rolled his hips up onto Dream's, both of them shuddering a moan at the way their erections rubbed against one another.

Dream's hand on George's cheek went to his thigh, slowly sliding his neatly trimmed nails up the pale expanse of skin until he hooked his fingers around the underside of his thighs. The pads of Dream's fingers dug into George's flesh, guiding his leg to wrap around the blond's middle. Without having to be told, George's other leg followed suit, bringing Dream impossibly closer.

At one point or another, the kiss had become just teeth, with Dream tugging lightly on the tip of George's tongue. A quiet moan pushed past George's lips, fueling the pit of lust in Dream's abdomen.

He trailed soft kisses down to George's jawline, smirking as George craned his neck. George's nimble fingers threaded through Dream's dirty blond locks, fingernails scraping against his scalp. Dream's hand that was flat against the hood of his car moved to slide under the brunet's crop top, exposing his pretty pink nipples clad in metal barbells.

Dream ran his thumb over his pink bud and the cold metal, revelling in the way George writhed beneath him, a needy whine passing his lips. Dream bit and sucked down on George's soft skin, leaving many marks that would soon turn a deep purple, contrasting his milky skin. He rolled his tongue sweetly over the bruises, blowing gently onto them with a knowing look in his eyes as George groaned.

"Just—get on with it already," George sighed, rutting his hips against Dream's. Dream clicked his tongue and pinched the smaller man's thigh, shaking his head in disapproval and slight amusement at the way George whimpered.

"Patience, Princess," Dream smirked, licking a stripe up his throat.

"We don't have much time, though," George pointed out, accentuating his words with another roll of his hips. "Plus, isn't this the prize you wanted?" He added with a smug smile.

Dream's tongue darted out to wet his lips, eyes watching George's for a moment as the latter pushed out his bottom lip, arching his back into Dream's touch in a silent plea for more. Dream chuckled lowly, twisting one of the barbells in his left hand and observing the way George's face twisted.

"Please, Dream," George gasped, hands hooking under Dream's tight fitting shirt. "Please."

"Hold on, baby," Dream murmured, mirth dripping from his voice. He leaned back and lifted his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side without care. It landed with a soft noise while Dream surged forward to reconnect their lips back into a sloppy kiss.

Dream's hands caressed George's stomach, fingers unbuttoning the brunet's crimson shorts with ease as George disconnected from Dream to toss his croptop away. They were both breathing heavily, with Dream's fingers hooked around the waistband of George's shorts. Instinctually, George spread his legs to help him get them off.

George was looking up at Dream with glazed over eyes, wet lips bitten and kissed raw with lipstick smudged around his lips and onto his chin—and Dream can imagine he isn't any better at the moment. The smaller man's cheeks were flushed an alluring bright red, nearly matching the color of Dream's car below him. Dream narrowed his eyes and chewed on his bottom lip, leaning down next to George's ear.

"God, you're fucking gorgeous," Dream said huskily, tugging the last of George's clothes off his body. George whined as his cock sprang free, slapping lightly against his stomach. Dream glanced down and chuckled, gingerly wrapping his thick fingers around George's length.

"All dolled up for me," Dream huffed a breath of laughter. "Too bad I fucked it up."

George mewled quietly, thrusting his hips up to encourage Dream's hand. Dream kept his hand movements languid, relishing the frustrated tears welling up in George's umber eyes.

"Dream," The brunet grabbed a handful of blond hair, forcing Dream to tip his head back.

"Princess likes to beg," Dream teased, swiping his thumb over the head of George's leaking cock. George's eyelashes fluttered as his head lolled back, resting it on the hood of Dream's car. Dream cooed quietly and sped up his hand movements, his other hand reaching down to knead George's ass.

"Fuck," George whispered.

Dream's hand went lower, about to teasingly circle George's rim when he felt something solid. He stopped both hand movements, an obnoxious smirk spreading across his face as George's face burned a deeper red.

"All prepped and ready for me, baby boy?" Dream chuckled fondly. George nodded with furrowed brows, turning his head away in an attempt to hide his face.

"I'll be right back," Dream lowered himself to press a quick chaste kiss onto George's collarbones before he pushed off the car and rounded it to throw open the driver's side door. He reached for the center console, popping it open to dig around for a few seconds before wrapping his fingers around what he needed.

When he returned to George, the brunet had pushed his thighs together in a weak attempt to hide himself, probably feeling exposed from just laying, naked, on Dream's car. Dream couldn't imagine how sweaty George's back side was—Dream already had sweat building on his hairline, the back of his neck, and his upper lip.

"Ready, baby?" Dream winked at George, fingertips tracing the circular object in George's hole. Dream looked down, drool building in his mouth at the red jewel that stared back at him. George really had a thing for sporting Dream's colors, didn't he?

"Yes, fuck Dream, I've been ready," George whimpered, brows scrunched in pent up frustration. The tears in his eyes still threatened to fall, sweat that had caused his hair to stick to his forehead trickled down the side of his face.

"You already look so fucked out, and I haven't even fucked you," Dream snickered cruelly, twisting the plug in George's ass. The brunet quivered, yanking at Dream's hair again, eliciting another low chuckle from the blond.

A pathetic whimper left George's lips as Dream removed the plug, deciding after a few seconds of contemplating to place it on his discarded shirt. He prodded his thumb at George's hole, lips twitching upwards at the way his hole fluttered greedily.

Desperate fingers quickly pushed down Dream's jeans and boxers, falling unceremoniously to his ankles. Dream flicked up the cap of the lube and poured a generous amount onto his fingers, bringing them down to his length. Maintaining eye contact with the writhing brunet, Dream spread the lube onto his cock and pressed his tip against George's hole.

"Fuck, Dream, hurry up," George's hands latched onto Dream's shoulders, red nails digging into the tan, freckled skin. Dream hissed quietly at the sting, though the pain wasn't unwelcomed.

Dream knew he was going a little too slow for the time frame they were given, but in the moment, he could give less of a fuck.

"Georgie," Dream leaned his chest down onto George's, placing one hand onto the smaller man's hip and one on his chest. His fingers ran lightly over his soft erect bud, teeth sinking into George's bottom lip. "Gonna be good for me? Gonna take me so well?"

"Yes," George whispered, eyes squeezing shut as large tears finally spilled from his eyes. He sniffled, arms and thighs shaking from how bad he wanted Dream. "Please fuck me."

"Okay, Princess," Dream purred, licking into George's mouth as he slowly pushed in. The brunet tensed below him, nails scraping lines down the blond's shoulder blades. Dream could feel every part of George as he bottomed out, hips flush with George's ass.

Dream allowed George a second to adjust and breathe, waiting for him to tell Dream to move. George's tears had dried, leaving pale streaks down his pink face. George's eyes opened slowly as he rocked his hips back, moaning as the tip of Dream's cock ghosted his prostate.

"You good?" Dream asked, brushing George's bangs back. George leaned into Dream's touch, lazily nodding with big doe eyes.

Dream pressed a sweet kiss to George's sweaty forehead, pulling out until just the tip rested in George, then thrusted in with a grunt. George moaned loudly, back arching as Dream began to pound into him relentlessly.

The weeks he spent with his hand down his pants, wishing it was George's hands instead of his own, was evident in the way he fucked George. He had been wanting, needing, craving George since the first race, since the first time they fucked around. And now, now, he finally had him.

He had George pinned against the hood of his own car, for fuck's sake. Legs spread all pretty, head thrown back in pure ecstasy. Tears slipped down George's cheeks as Dream picked up his pace with a bruising grip on his waist. He wanted marks to be there; all for George to see when he changes, showers, anything.

He had George moaning like they were the only two people to exist in the world, like they were in their own little isolated bubble. And they were.

In the nasty, hard-to-breathe-in car garage, Dream fucked George like his life depended on it. In the nasty, dimly lit car garage, Dream fucked George like he was worshipping him, giving in to each and every want and need the brunet asked for. In the nasty, car-smelling garage, Dream fucked George like it was his one and only chance to.

(News flash: it definitely wasn't going to be).

Dream made a split-second decision and pulled out, giving George enough time to make a noise of confusion before he was flipped onto his stomach with a hand pressing between his shoulder blades. Dream pushed back in, eagerly returning to fucking the life out of George.

A wanton moan passed George's pretty, plump lips as he arched his back, hands clenching in on themselves because he had nothing else to grab. Dream pressed hard on George's back (mindful of his nipple piercings scraping his car, mind you), changing his angle in the slightest, and rightfully receiving a choked out half-moan, half-scream.

"Dream!" George cried out, gasping and moaning as Dream's hand on the middle of George's shoulder blades slid up, instead grabbing a fistful of brown hair to crane George's head backwards. George let out a strangled sob, grinding back in time with Dream's thrusts.

"Yes, Princess?" Dream groaned, leaning down to nibble at the shell of George's ear.

"T-Touch me," George begged, hiccuping through his moans and tears, "please!"

"Anything for you," Dream pressed his mouth against George's neck to leave open-mouthed kisses as the grip in George's hair loosened, the hand ghosting down the brunet's stomach until he enveloped George's length into his hand.

The brunet keened at that, moans becoming breathy and tears coming out uncontrollably. Dream could feel the heat in his stomach beginning to coil, could feel the drag of his own cock on George's walls.

"Dream—s'close," George moaned, turning his head to look at Dream through glossy eyes. Dream might've cum right then and there if he wasn't holding off for George. George bit his lips before his jaw went slack, "Please."

"Fuck," Dream pressed his lips against George's—not exactly a kiss, but more of their lips brushing as they moaned into each other's mouths. "Baby, I'm close too."

George's hips went lax as he tensed around Dream, spurts of white spilling from his flushed cock and onto Dream's hand and bright red car. Dream bit down on George's shoulder and moaned, releasing deep inside of George.

The dirty blond rode them through their orgasms until it was just a bit too much, both wincing as he pulled out. Dream rolled onto his back on his car, glancing over to see just how fucked out George looked.

His fluffy brown hair was sticking up in every way possible, some of it damp and sticking to his forehead. His eyeshadow and mascara was pretty much ruined, leaving dark streaks down his cheeks where he had been crying. His lipstick was absolutely gone, only leaving a barely visible red tint to his already pink lips. Dream smiled warmly and leaned forward to press their lips together in a short, sweet kiss. A kiss that spoke volumes, though no words were exchanged.

And then he remembered that they barely had any time to clean up before Sam arrived.

"Holy sh—George!" Dream gasped, eyes flying open as he pushed off of his car. George blinked, dazed and very, very confused. His eyes followed Dream's frantic movements to get his clothes back on, to get a box of tissues out of his car, and to clean the mess off of George and his car.

"What're you all...worked up about?" George slurred as he started pulling his own garments on. Dream stopped in his tracks, deadpanning the brunet with tight lips.

"Sam."

"Oh, shit," George giggled and finished buttoning the last button on his high waisted shorts. Dream rolled his eyes fondly and sighed as soon as they looked mildly presentable—well, minus George's absolutely wrecked hair and the makeup tracks down his cheeks.

Dream ruffled George's hair, taming it mostly, and stuck his tongue out as the brunet scowled and swatted his hand away. Dream then licked the pad of his thumb and gently rubbed away the black makeup stains on George's cheeks, which made the smaller man feign disgust.

"When is Sam even—"

"—Hey Dream!" A familiar voice sounded from the entrance. Dream mustered up the best grin he could, definitely not feeling awkward, and gave a small wave. Sam stepped into the garage, eyes falling from Dream to George, where a puzzled look crossed his face, "Who's this?"

"He's—"

"—George," The aforementioned cut in, sticking out his hand with a sickeningly innocent smile. Sam beamed, taking George's hand in his. "You're Sam, correct?"

"Yep! That's the name," Sam chuckled. "It's nice to meet you, George."

"Nice to meet you too," George stepped away so Sam and Dream could talk.

"So, Dream," Sam walked over to the blond's car, slowly circling it. "What happened?"

"Uh, driver's side tire," Dream said with a sheepish grin. "I hit a rock after Sap and I's race today."

"Sounds like something you'd do," Sam shook his head lightheartedly before stopping in front of the tire, crouching to get a better look at it. George and Dream exchanged glances as he did.

George migrated to Dream's side, looking up at him with wide eyes before muttering, "It's a good thing Sam doesn't have cameras."

And Dream couldn't help but silently agree with his loud, signature wheeze and a slap to his knee. When Dream finally looked back up to George, pure contentment visible in his emerald eyes, George smiled. His smile reached his eyes, his lower lids squinting as a giggle sweet as honey fell past his lips. Dream returned the smile easily with one small, enamored thought:

George would definitely be sticking around and Dream was definitely fucked.