I was gonna write angst first but I had this awesome idea so yeah.

Writing this, I forgot that George is colourblind so we're just gonna pretend he's not-

Btw, as I said, my stuff is bottom dream stuff, so if you don't like then go away-

In this, George lived with his parents and was moving to Florida to escape them and live with the rest of the Dream Team but before, they said some messed up stuff, so he decided to rebel on his way to Dream's house.

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My daddy put a gun to my head
Said "if you kiss a boy I'm gonna shoot you dead"
So I tied him up with gaffa tape
And I locked him in a shed
Then I went out to the garden
And I fucked my best friend

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George leaves his plane, his on-flight bag gripped tightly in his hand, turning his knuckles white.

He was still pissed off about how his parents sent him off. He knew then that he would break off all contact with them and never see them again, hopefully.

However, he knows that to break ties with them completely, he has to do exactly what they told him not to.

He grabs his bag from the conveyor and makes his way to the pickup area to meet up with Sapnap.

After a while, George meets eye contact with Sapnap, who was waving at him to get his attention. He smiles at the American, waving back.

He then makes his way over, pushing his plans to the back of his mind. Sapnap pulls him into a hug.

"Hey, George! Ready to go?" Sapnap asks, pulling away and grinning widely. George smiles back, nodding.

Sapnap gets into the driver's seat and George in the passenger's seat. It was backwards for George so it confused him quite a bit. He would have to re-learn how to drive.

"So, I need to go pick up some things from a friends house but I'm probably gonna stay there for the night since it's pretty late already. So I'm gonna drop you off at Dream's house and then I'm gonna leave." Sapnap explains as he drives. George smiles a bit, thinking of all the things he could do to Dream while Sapnap was gone.

Sapnap glances over when George doesn't respond, accidentally glancing too far down and noticing that the British boy has a bit of a problem.

He blushes a bit, pulling his eyes back to the road.

"Uh... George?" He asks. George instantly pulls himself from his thoughts and looks over at Sapnap.

"Yeah?" He responds, confused at Sapnap's flustered expression.

"Um, you have a bit of a problem..." He says, trailing off. George tenses up and looks down before covering himself with his hands.

"Sorry, I was thinking," George says quickly, as flustered as Sapnap.

"It's fine, I get it, just don't go into my room," Sapnap says, pulling himself together enough to wink at George. George feels himself burn up more and he stays silent.

The rest of the car ride is in silence, only the occasional groan and shifting of George to try and get in a more comfortable position.

After about 30 minutes, they pull up in front of a normal-looking house.

"This is it. Have fun, buddy." Sapnap chuckles. George elbows him lightly before getting his stuff out and going to the door.

Sapnap drives away and George knocks on the door. Almost instantly, it opens, as if Dream was waiting for him, but he wouldn't be surprised.

"George!" Dream says excitedly, pulling George into a hug. George quickly hugs back, smiling brightly.

Dream is much taller than George expected. He has green eyes and dirty blonde hair. George can only imagine how good he'll look under him.

Dream pulls away and his smile drops when he sees George deep in thought.

"Are you okay?" He asks. George pulls himself from his thoughts and nods, smiling. Dream smiles back, a bit sceptical, but invites George inside.

Dream leads George to his room so he can put his things away but all George can think about is Dream sprawled out on his bed, moaning his name.

A few moments after, Dream is waving his hand in front of George's face.

"Hello? Are you sure you're okay?" He asks. George looks over at him, lust filling his senses, before grabbing his hoodie collar and pulling him down, slowly backing him against the wall.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me, do you~?" George mumbles into his ear, nibbling on the lobe softly. Dream lets out a short breath, one of his hands on George's shoulder and the other on the wall behind him.

"G-Gogy-?" Dream cuts himself off with a sharp breath as George slowly pushes his leg between the younger's legs.

"Dream, is this okay~? George asks, breathing on his neck. Dream slowly nods, whining softly as George increases the pressure on his bulge.

George starts kissing at Dream's neck, leaving bite marks and hickeys, uncoverable by much other than a turtleneck sweater.

Dream starts to feel George's hand slip under his hoodie, the British boy's cold skin meeting the American's warm skin.

George pulls away from Dream's neck and instead, pulls him into a real kiss, their mouths moving together in sync and their tounges meeting soon after.

The fight for dominance doesn't last long. As soon as George feels Dream fighting for it, George presses harder against Dream's clothed dick, making him moan and back down.

George soon pulls back and leads Dream to the bed, pushing him down and crawling over him.

"I thought we agreed that I would be the top when we met up..." Dream breathes out, whining again when George palms him through his jeans.

"What, are you not enjoying yourself~?" George asks smugly, enjoying the moans slipping from Dream's mouth.

"I-I didn't say that~" he mumbles, looking away. George takes Dream's chin in his hand and leads his eyes back to him.

"I like to see your face when you moan~" he whispers, pulling his shirt off. Dream bites his lip and nods, pulling off his hoodie as well.

George slips his hand under Dream's jeans, pushing them down and throwing them to the side.

Now only one layer from keeping George from going wild on the boy under him.

George pushes his jeans off before speaking again.

"Are you sure this is okay?" George asks, wanting to be sure he doesn't hurt his friend. Emotionally or physically. Dream nods quickly.

"Just-..." Dream trails off and George looks at him, confused. "Just fuck me, please, George..." He says quietly, looking away, more flustered than he was before.

George smirks before pulling down Dream's underwear and watching his dick push itself up. He quickly spits on his hand and wraps his hand around the dick, pumping it quickly.

Dream moans, his back arching slightly as he grips the sheets. George leans over him and begins kissing and sucking at Dream's neck again, his hand moving faster.

Not long after, Dream finds himself coming closer to his climax. He grabs onto George's arm, moaning out in pleasure, his mind unable to form coherent thoughts.

"C-close~" he moans out, not being able to get out anything else.

However, as he says that, George pulls his hand away. Dream whines, trying to grab at him again so he'll continue. George ignores him, pulling out a bottle of lube and coating his fingers.

Dream doesn't notice, too busy silently complaining to pay attention. When George notices him not paying attention, he shoves two fingers in, watching as Dream takes a sharp breath and moans softly, his back arching a bit.

"You like that, don't you, Dream~?" George asks, his voice deeper than it usually is, turning Dream on even more.

"Fuck~ Please, Gogy~" he whines, grabbing onto the sheets since there's nothing else to grab onto.

"I gotta prep you first, I don't care what you say about it." He responds, adding another finger. Dream just lets out breathy moans, not wanting to talk more.

Finally, George declares him prepared and he coats his dick in lube. He takes Dream's hands and pins them above him, lining up.

"Ready?" George asks. Dream nods, his green eyes holding eye contact with George's brown and blue ones.

As George pushes in, Dream's eyes squeeze shut and he buries his face in George's neck.

"I know it hurts, tell me when to move, okay~?" George whispers. Dream nods quickly.

The two wait for a moment before Dream feels the pain fade away. He lets his head fall back to the bed and he nods.

George starts slow, giving Dream a false sense of security, before speeding up and slamming into the younger man.

Dream is left a moaning mess, unable to think of anything except George. He still has his hands pinned to the bed, so he finds himself unable to move anything but his head.

When George reaches his climax, Dream had already came twice and was shaking from overstimulation.

George pulls out and lays next to Dream, still holding one of his hands.

"Dream, we should get cleaned up before you go to sleep," George mumbles, watching as Dream fights to stay awake. He hums in agreement and tries sitting up but instantly lays back down.

"Hurts..." Dream mumbles back, turning his head to George.

"Sorry." He says softly, running his fingers through Dream's hair. "I'll just get a wet rag and we can take a bath tomorrow, ok?" Dream nods and George gets up, looking around the bathroom for rags to clean them both up.

He comes back a minute later with a warm rag and he cleans Dream up before cleaning himself up too.

George helps Dream into some boxers and under the blankets before they cuddle up to each other, George running his hand through Dream's hair.

"Dream, I love you, will you be my boyfriend?" George asks softly. Dream smiles and nods before ultimately falling asleep. George smiles and kissed his forehead before falling asleep as well.

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