// NSFW

On any ordinary day, Dream would just be leaving the house to get his car washed.

But as his foot stepped onto his and George's shared front porch, George yelled a quick "wait!" which, of course, Dream had to wait for. The brunet threw on his shoes and ushered Dream out of the house, saying something along the lines of, "Let me go with you, I don't care if it's just to wash the car, I want to go."

And, as Dream does, he lets him. Because why would he say no to spending time with his beloved boyfriend, George?

Dream expected George to just come along for the ride. Just enjoy the small, sentimental moment they would have together in the car wash. Just enjoy the small talk and loving stares they would share.

Oh, how he was wrong.

As soon as the car was parked and the electronic wash was started, spraying water all over and around the car, George had reached over to slide his hand up Dream's thigh with a knowing glint in his umber eyes. Dream looked down, inhaling sharply as his fingers danced along the inside seam of his jeans.

"What are you doing?" Dream asked, panicked, as George's hand massaged his thigh. This definitely wasn't the place to get hard, yet here he was.

"What does it look like?" George replied in a low tone, leaning over the center console to inspect Dream's facial expressions closer. "I don't have to if you don't want to."

"Wh- No- I-" Dream stumbled over his words frantically, looking between George's stilled hand and the water dripping down the windshield, blurring the outside world from in, and vice versa. "I do."

"Okay then," George grinned and slid his hand to hover over Dream's half hard cock, revelling at the way Dream's breath ceased. He pressed his hand down—hard—thin fingers outlining Dream's cock.

"George!" Dream gasped, the grip he had on the wheel tightening until his knuckles turned white. "Wh-"

"Shh," George giggled mischievously, hand continuing to palm Dream through his jeans material.

Dream's face was burning a deep, hot red, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he continued to glance between George and his driver's side mirror (that was covered almost entirely in pink bubbles) nervously. Why, out of all places, would George decide to be horny in a fucking car wash?

"Baby, calm down," George soothed, eyes locked on his hand that stroked Dream's hardening cock.

"You're so annoying," Dream muttered through a sharp gasp as George's hand dove underneath the waistband of his jeans and boxers to tug his cock out.

George shook his head fondly and took a moment to spit into his hand before returning it to Dream's length. Dream hissed, his cock twitching involuntarily in George's grip. It only made George smile and giggle while languidly stroking Dream's weeping cock.

"George, fuck," Dream whined, eyebrows pinched together as he stared down to his cock.

George's fingers held him like he would break, so delicate and gentle.

That wouldn't do. Not in a car wash, where they had a time limit.

"Can you—" Dream paused as the water spraying against the car interrupted him, causing him to jolt. "Can you at least go faster?"

"Mm," George hummed, head tipping to the side. He contemplated Dream's request for a few moments; a few moments of more sudsy soap being showered down onto the car, a few more moments of Dream nipping at his lips anxiously.

"Maybe."

"Oh, you fuckin' asshole," Dream breathed out as the back of his head fell against the headrest.

He couldn't deny that it felt good, because it did. But with George going as slow as he was, was just Hell. Each time George's hand would reach the top, he would unapologetically run his thumb over the slit and underside of the head, spreading precum down his length as his hand went down.

George twisted his wrist, hand movements speeding up in the slightest as the car was doused in colorful soap again. Dream whined and thrusted up into his hand pathetically, breathless pleas and 'George's leaving his strawberry lips.

"No one is gonna hear you, Dream," George murmured, blinking lovingly at the unravelling blond to his left. "Stop hiding your pretty little noises."

Dream scrunched his eyes shut, turning his head away from George and letting out an embarrassingly loud moan as George fisted his cock faster.

"You're a literal, actual asshole," Dream choked out, one hand reaching for George's free one.

George smiled as their fingers laced together. Dream had always been one to want to be close during sex, always touching and never too far apart. It was endearing, the way Dream turned his head back to George, eyes dark with lust and shining with love, lips pursed as if he were asking for a kiss.

George obliged, connecting their lips into a rough kiss. Teeth tugged and nipped at the flesh, prying Dream's mouth open for George's tongue to enter. Dream whimpered into George's mouth, hand squeezing George's a little.

"Please," Dream breathed once he pulled back, hips rolling upwards. George placed one last kiss to the corner of Dream's mouth and dug his thumb into Dream's slit, smearing yet another bead of precum over the head.

"Ah, fuck- George-" Dream's voice pitched up, high moans and babbled words spilling from his beautifully spit slicked lips.

George grinned, running his tongue over his teeth and watching as Dream came undone under his touch, his cock twitching with the need to release. Dream ushered out 'I'm close,' muscles tensing from the inevitable release.

In one swift movement, George removed his hand from Dream's cock and wiped off the spit and precum onto his jeans. Dream's eyes flew open, blissed out expression shattering into blatant disappointment.

"Wh..." Dream pouted, chest heaving with deep breaths. "Why did you..."

"Dream, the wash is over," George relaxed back into his seat, staring innocently over at the flustered, and quite shocked, blond. It took Dream a moment to realize that yeah, the wash was over, and there were plenty of cars lined up behind theirs waiting to get their own cars cleaned.

As embarrassing as it should've been to have his dick out, it really just wasn't. He wanted nothing more than for George to assist in achieving his orgasm, but it didn't seem like that was going to happen anytime soon.

Dream didn't move for a minute. He was too dismayed, too troubled over the fact George just fucking did that to him.

"You..."

"Drive, idiot, before you get honked at," George said and rolled his eyes lightheartedly.

Dream's jaw clamped shut as he put the car into drive, carefully exiting the car wash. He had half a mind to tuck himself away. Meanwhile, George had pulled out his phone to scroll through Twitter.

Dream couldn't believe George. Really, who in their right mind would jack off their boyfriend in the middle of a car wash and not even let him finish? Completely outrageous, if you asked Dream.

Worst of all, George didn't even look the slightest bit interested anymore. He was too focused on his stupid phone, typing away vigorously.

That wasn't going to fly by Dream that easily.

Dream pulled into their driveway rather quickly, the car coming to an abrupt stop in front of the garage door. George's eyes widened as he looked over, eyeing his pathetically hard cock that was straining uncomfortably against his jeans material.

George stifled a laugh and reached for the door handle, only to be met with the sound of the doors locking. Defined brows furrowed in confusion, moving to unlock his door. Yet again he was met with the doors locking.

And it went like that for a minute straight. Locked, unlocked, locked, unlocked; until George was tired of Dream's pettiness.

"Dream! What the fuck is your problem?" George growled, hand tightening on the door handle.

"Fucking help me finish!" Dream whined dramatically, twisting the keys in the ignition to turn off the car. "Please."

"You're that desperate?" George almost laughed. Irritation was quickly replaced by mirth, knitted brows raising high.

"Yes!" Dream cried, hands flying up in exasperation. "You just got me all worked up in the middle of a car wash and you expect me not to be?"

"Aw, I'm sorry baby," George cooed sweetly, moving into cup Dream's pouting face.

Small hands took their time in unbuttoning and sliding down Dream's jeans and briefs. Dream gasped as his cock was hit with cold air again, precum dripping down the underside along a prominent vein.

"Poor baby," George murmured, though the sadistic grin on his face contradicted his tone.

"Please," Dream gasped quietly as George's fingers wrapped around his aching cock.

Dream keened from such a small touch; and whether it was from George being a fucking asshole and leaving him to fend for himself on the drive home, or if it was from Dream being hypersensitive from lack of stumlation was unbeknowst to Dream himself.

George chuckled at Dream's desperation, hand stroking his cock fairly quickly. Dream's cheeks tinted scarlet as George placed firm kisses to the skin beneath his ear.

"Sorry for teasing you, Dreamie," George spoke with a lilt, though with the way his wrist was moving Dream could tell it was a tease in itself.

"George, please," Dream sighed, teeth tugging and biting at his lower lip to muffle his moans.

"What? Is that the only word you know?" George snapped, canines meeting Dream's skin harshly. "Please," the brunet mocked.

Dream's hips jerked up, George's hand meeting the base of his cock at the same time. Dream groaned, eyes squeezing shut as George continued to kiss at his neck.

"Fuck—I don't- I don't know," Dream said through grit teeth. Fingernails scraped against the leather of car seats, hot breaths tickled the side of Dream's neck.

Dream could feel it in him—the desire to cum, the desire to spill strings of white into George's already dirtied hands, the desire to moan out George's name as his thighs shook with his orgasm.

"Let me cum, let me cum," Dream babbled with a pitched up tone, "please, George. I've been- been so good, let me cum."

"Go for it, baby," George purred tenderly into Dream's ear, thumb pressing into his slit as the brunet spoke.

Dream came with a breathy moan, spilling filthy white onto George's pale hand. George milked him through it, whispering soothing yet dirty words into his ear as he came down from his high.

"You good, Dream?" George's lips parted into a warm smile, the tip of his nose brushing lightly against Dream's. The blond savored the simple touch, fighting back a whimper from bubbling in his chest. He nodded wordlessly, leaning forward to capture George's lips with his.

George stopped him with his index finger, watching with amusement as Dream blinked, confused.

"You're not gonna help me clean up?" Dream groaned, trying to put the best puppy face on. George simply shook his head with a wide smile and hopped out of the car.

"Nope! Have fun," George giggled and slammed the car door shut, feet eagerly carrying him towards their front door.

"Such an ass." Dream muttered fondly, grimacing once he looked back down to his cum covered shirt. "Literally."

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