Sleeping with an ex.
George x Dream.
It had been a couple years since Dream and George called it quits with eachother.
During the start of their friendship, George had only planned on visiting Sapnap and Dream in Florida for a few weeks as friends, nothing more than that. It came as a surprise to the both of them when they discovered that they wanted more than that. They couldn't be just friends anymore after what they did those weeks together.
Jokes were always tossed around so nonchalantly about them already being a couple from some fans and even friends of George and Dream. But after meeting in person for the first time, they soon found it to be true and couldn't keep their hands off of eachother.
Neither one of them had anything in mind at all, that is until they were left alone. Sapnap had left them together for a little too long one day and one thing lead to another quickly, leaving them in a relationship that lasted too short to barely count.
George and Dream cared for each other almost too much, but soon fights would break out over nothing. They would banter about the smallest things, like Dreams dirty socks on the living room floor, or when George would start to be too clingy for Dream liking, mostly for Sapnaps comfort. But the worst was how they would manage to keep up the relationship after George moved back to England, all the way across the world from Dream.
They knew it was doomed from the start, so they both agreed on ending it, even if the feelings were still present. Even if they still bickered like an old married couple on and off stream. Through all of the constant fights even when so far apart from eachother. They wouldn't stop caring for the other.
Sapnap would joke that they secretly both hated each other more than they cared. And sometimes they would agree. But not enough to keep them apart for very long. They were obsessed.
"You were the one who bought the plane tickets George. Now you've gotta deal with the two of us again." The three men were together again after the long awaited planning of George coming back to Florida to see his friends. It had been Sapnaps idea. The other two had speculated about it, knowing nothing good could come out of it, but George ultimately knew he wanted to visit Sapnap enough to care about the drama with Dream.
"Well, obviously I know that. But you two are way too persistent on making me drink- whatever that even is." George and the other two guys were hanging out in the living room area around George holding cups full of whatever Sapnap had created for them. It was mysterious to say the least.
"You know you want to George. It's actually pretty good. For Sapnap anyway." Dream is returned with a glare from the other boy then he was back to drinking his alcoholic concoction, definitely already feeling the buzz it gave off.
"It's like green though. Why is it green?" Dream let's out a laugh then explains with a pearl white smile;
"I added in some green apple schnapps. It tastes better now. C'mon, drink up." George is handed a red solo cup sloshing around with ice and liquid rapidly as Dream hands it to him maybe a little too wobbly like. He stares down at its obnoxious colors and says to hell with it. If he was going to be here with his ex and a very drunk Sapnap, he would need something to put him to sleep properly. With a groan that said fuck you to Dream and Sapnap, he was throwing most of it back.
"See? Not so bad, you're just a pussy." Looking up from trying his hardest not to gag at the taste to find Dream eyeing him viciously, George bites back his pride and sips some more. It wasn't too bad, as long as he closed his nose.
"Yeah whatever. You just want to get me drunk." Sapnap chuckles beside them all sitting around their abandoned card game and gets up suddenly.
"No, that's my job. I am soo getting you drunk tonight George. You're hilarious when you're falling around over your own feet and shit." The two of them watch as Sapnap trails over to the other room, the kitchen, and was gone, leaving the former couple alone. Dream leans back on the sofa next to him and studies his drink in hand nervously. George wondered if maybe Dream wasn't so drunk afterall?
"How's that drink treating you?" George spoke before he even knew it, receiving a eyebrow raise from Dream in the process.
"Why George? Want to know if I'm drunk yet? Well keep dreaming, I'm totally sober."
"No, you're just looking at it like you might be finally regretting it. Like maybe, maybe, you actually do hate it and just won't admit it?" This time Dream was rolling his eyes at George, knowing he was spot on and hated it so much when George was right. They didn't get another chance to say another word because Sapnap was re-entering with a handful of more drinks.
"Beer anyone?" This would be a long day.
•••
After hours of drinking miniscule amounts of Sapnaps cheap beer, the two guys had finally gotten a good buzz going, and had started to loosen up around eachother. George was now smiling more, feeling happy and content with his light weight feeling going on, while Dream was getting handsy with anyone and everyone, even going as far as dancing with inanimate objects scattered around the house to the nonexistent music playing. They were all having a good enough time laughing at eachothers stupid drunken jokes and getting along for once until Sapnap came in from sitting outside on a phone call.
He had obviously been crying, but was trying to hide it as he strode back in trying to act much too manly to get away with his red puffy eyes.
"Woah dude, why are you crying? Is the alcohol finally getting to be too much?" Dream took action first and was speed walking over to Sapnap wiping a tear angrily off his cheek. Sapnap wobbled then smiled.
"No, no. Alcohol is my friend. He never hurt me. Unlike that damn poptart I dropped on the concrete outside just now. She can go rot in hell for all I care." The two guys hold back their urges to laugh at Sapnap crying as if he had just gone through a breakup over a poptart. He was totally wasted.
"Yep, no more alcohol for you buddy." Sapnap straightened himself up at Dream walking over to him with outstretched arms and immediately dodged away from him like he was the police coming after him. All this did was turn into a big chase of catching Sapnap.
"No, this is my house- you are not making me stop!"
"Sapnap! Just freeze! You need to lay down before you- shit!" Before George could even get it out, Sapnap was slipping against his socks on a playing card along the floor and crashing down on the carpet almost like a cartoon would with a banana. Sapnap simply stayed laying there, giving in at last. The two others exhale and exchange looks, signaling that they would have to carry Sapnap to his room.
"Okay, you've gotta help us bud. One- two- and three!" With one big tug up, Sapnap was on his feet and walking down the hallway to his room with both George and Dream at his sides, helping him so he didn't faceplant into the floor once more. Once they all arrived at his room and set Sapnap down in his bed, making sure he was okay and settled, they left, heading back to the living room full of empty bottles of alcohol.
"Man, he really knows how to run fast for a short little guy." George can't control his laughter that flows out of them at last now that they were alone again out of earshot from Sapnap.
"You only say that because you're a giant. He isn't that short Dream."
"No, you're right. He really isn't. But who will I pick on for being short then?" Dream snaps a look at George who was now avoiding looking in his direction at all costs.
"Aw George, you're no fun." George takes a seat at the sofa as he let's a laugh escape finally.
"Well you used to think I was plenty of fun when we-" The two stop totally and completely in place as George speaks his accidental words, neither sure what to say. They both knew what George really was about to say. When they were together. They had spent years circling around the topic, just acting like nothing ever happened at all. But now it felt like it was all they could think about.
"You- you know what? I need a water. Otherwise tomorrow I will be cranky and in bed throwing up Saps awful drinks." Dream was changing the subject like he was so used to and good at, but deep down they both still wanted to stay there in that living room and just talk. Talk about what they used to have here at this house. But that was too complicated.
"Yeah. A water sounds great. Get me one?" Dream nods an okay at George and heads to the kitchen. The water wouldn't really matter anyway, George wasn't feeling his alcohol as much anymore, he was only feeling different things now as he watched the backside of Dreams long alluring legs walking out of the room. He couldn't help it.
"It's cold. They were the last ones in the fridge. Sapnap is going to kill us in the morning for drinking all of his water." The water is tossed through the air into Georges shakey hands and is cracked open almost instantly. Dream makes his way over to the couch by George and sits, making George stand up instantly. Dream doesn't pay much mind to it and continues chugging his water.
"I never thought water could taste so good." George nods in great agreement with Dream then laughs as he adds;
"Anything tastes good after those drinks."
"Jeez, you really hated them, didn't you?" Georges eyes find Dream finally and he smiles a yes his way. Dreams gaze flares a tempting look Georges way for a second when he adds;
"I could always make you something else. Something better?" What Dream said was probably harmless, but George couldn't help but feel like it wasn't entirely meant to be so innocent.
"Afterall you did say anything would taste good after them." Dreams eyes seemed to have glowed a passionate red color as he spoke his tantalizing words to George, now squirming in his standing position next to the couch. George gulps down the tension inside him and asks lazily;
"Like what?" Dream rotates himself on the couch so he was facing George completely now but doesn't say anything. He simply looks up into Georges daring eyes. Dream hadn't meant any harm by it at first, but now from the look sprawled across George's pinkened face, he didnt know who was joking or not anymore.
"I um- I think we should just stick to water George." George nods and relaxes back aganst the armrest of the couch, leaning down to Dream sipping at his water awkwardly. They stay there saying nothing until the silence was cut in half by Georges accent saying;
"Yeah, sure. Just water. Tease me like that then chicken out. That's exactly like you too." Dream shot a look at George in an instant, not seeing the normal George in his merciless eyes anymore.
"What- do you mean by that?" George leans away, only then realizing how close he really was to Dream.
"I just mean you were clearly offering to make a drink for me, then you pussy out. What's up with that?" George didn't know where all of this confidence was coming from. Maybe the alcohol was finally kicking in all the way. Or maybe it was just the pure tension between the two guys after years of denying from eachother what they both wanted coming out.
"Well, I was going to- then- I don't know." Dream was avoiding watching the brunettes captivating stare, eyeing his every reaction that seeped out of Dream from Georges previous knowing words. It was when George spoke next that Dream had to look at him;
"If it was just a harmless drink, what's the trouble then Clay?" His name exited Georges mouth like it was sung instead, it sounded wonderfully sweet and just for him. And just like that Dream was shutting down.
"Was it really just a normal drink you meant Dream? Or did you mean- something else?" George's spot previously next to the arm of the couch is suddenly ditched and he was now stepping around it to finally sit next to Dream. The blond watched as George sat close to him, but not close enough to touch like how he admittedly wanted from him. Dream still hasn't said anything when George makes eye contact with him then it quickly falls to his lips.
"I think we both know what you really meant. Would you like it if I said it for you? Since you seem to be having some trouble getting it out?" He was so, so right. Dream couldn't let a single word manage to slip past to tell George that he indeed meant something else, something much more innopropriate for them. He just couldn't, not with how sudden and upfront George was being. He wasn't used to it.
In a second of Dreams total silence with just a slow nod being sent to the other boy, Georges eyes glowed triumphantly and he was shuffling forward even closer to Dream, but only so little to ask;
"If you wanted to make me a "drink" like that Dream, you could have just asked me." Dreams air escaped him then and he continued with his speechless stare as George gets just close enough to be able to whisper softly into his ear;
"So go on- ask." George was barely waiting for any form of an answer, instead he was retracting from Dreams ear and studying his stiff body. A smirk is seen just briefly in the corner of the brunettes mouth before finally George gets a move on. Dream watches unmoving as George climbs up on the couch on all hands and knees now, until ultimately he was crawling up to Dreams lap.
"George- what are you-" He is silenced almost immediately by a hand being placed along his hip, then another on the other side, until finally George lifts himself onto Dreams lap and sits firmly down. His arms quickly are removed from his hips and moved up to wrap around Dreams shoulders securely. George is automatically gasping at the feel of Dreams obvious hardness under his ass now, and Dream does the same. This must please the shorter boy because he was smiling wearily and saying;
"I'll help you with my drink, okay? It's just- Dream, I'm so thirsty-" Dream didn't know what had gotten into George, but it was all he needed to hear to be taking up his hands and placing them along the whimpering boys hips eagerly. They had both missed this, touching one another, especially like this. It felt like the first time again as George rested his forehead along Dreams. As they dropped their mouths open in pleasure the second George began rocking back and forth on top of Dreams aching dick in his pants.
"I'll drink it all up for you Dream-" Dream didn't care how desperate George sounded begging for him to give him what they both wanted, it only helped him gain the courage to go further.
"You know better than anyone that you'll need to do more than that to get what you want baby-" George doesn't stop grinding on him, Dreams words only make him want to speed up his hips movement, sliding back and forth faster now. Until Dream held him down in place and was demanding;
"Now get off." George puffs out some air and finally stares down into Dreams cold glare. He knew he was dead serious, but it had felt too good to stop then. Dreams cock against his ass after so long of missing the feeling it gave him. He didn't want to stop just yet but he knew from the look in Dreams eyes that he needed to.
"O-Okay-" George was lifting himself back up and setting back down on the couch just in front of Dream, now able to see just how stiff he had made him. George was gawking at the large imprint in Dreams sweats when he felt a hand gripping his arm roughly, then just as fast, he was being spun around facing away from it all. With a distasteful groan, George was asking;
"I wanted to see you-" A growl is heard behind him then Dream was replying devilishly;
"You will, for now give me what I want, okay? You'll get your reward." The two knew what they were risking being here on the couch smack dab in the middle of the living room for Sapnap to walk into any moment. Even being how drunk he surely still was, he would still be smart enough to understand what was happening between them, but neither of the boys cared. In fact, they would happily welcome the excitement of being watched. They wanted to be caught doing such a heinous act together. Afterall, they were only exes.
"Bend over for me then baby-" George missed the way Dreams voice sounded when he gave him his pet name, even if it was fairly overused. It reminded him just how much they worked together, and only made them realize just how wrong they were to call it quits.
George did as Dreams asked and bent straight over so that now his ass was pointed high up to the ceiling in front of Dream. He was still clothed, but that didn't stop Dream from moaning long and hard at the boys willing obedience. Once he was able to take in what he was seeing, he decided to move on and get on with it. Dream was reaching forward and smoothing a massaging hand over Georges ass longingly.
"Fuck I missed this." Dreams says what they were both thinking as he slaps a rough hand on his submissive's ass. He decided then that he was taking too long and began sliding down Georges shorts, removing them to reveal his boxers. Slowly, careful to not move too fast for more added tension, Dream removes those too, leaving both items along his ankles. The second Dream can see the bright pink handprint he had left moments ago just next to Georges hole, and knows that George is sufficiently exposed and embarrassed from Dreams unmoving gaze, he finally leans lower.
Dreams hears more whimpers as he touches just around his hole slowly, taking in every reaction like it was a drug, only wanting to tease and punish George for putting them in this situation again.
"Don't just stare-" Georges voice is muffled into his palms, obviously embarrassed enough now for Dreams liking, and to ultimately continue. George wiggles his ass with need of more when Dream leans in with an outstretched tongue and begins licking all along George's hole. A surprised yelp is all that can escape George, then seconds pass as Dream inserts it into him and finally moans of pleasure leak out.
"Mmm- Dream use your fingers please-" It had only been seconds of using his tongue and Dream wanted more, but Georges pleads couldn't be ignored. Instantly Dream was sitting back up and gawking at his perfectly lubed up ass. He hovers just enough over and let's a trail lf spit lower onto him more, then finally a finger was being slipped deep into Georges ass.
"More- I need more-" They were both aware just how much George could take into him, and even more just how needy he would beg for it until he got it. Dream doesn't hesitate to take a few more fingers and slide them downwards into his hole earning a groan.
"Holy shit I missed this- I missed you so much- fuck-" Georges murmurs were nothing but perfect as Dreams slick fingers moved in and out of him until there was nothing but whines and sloshing wet sounds filling the room. Dream loved watching all of his own spit leak out, but he wanted more than that. Leaving no warning, Dream pulled his fingers out.
"Dream-! Give them back-" George relaxes belly flat onto the couch then, trying his hardest to speak what little words that would leave his parched throat.
"Sounds like you really need that drink George." A nod is barely noticeable under Georges arms wrapped around his head.
"Come show me how badly you want it then." It was like he was under a spell, and soon after Dream spoke those words George was sitting up and facing Dream again. Dream wouldn't know the perfect way to describe his face. His cheeks were a beautiful shade of pink as usual when they would do such nasty things together, but this time the expression that paired with it could've nearly killed Dream. George had pinched together brows, definitely desperate looking, and much, much too good to handle.
Dream takes a hand and moves it to cup Georges prickly chin then smooths a thumb over his red lips. He wanted to kiss them so bad and show George just how much he truly cared for him, but at the same time all he wanted was to absolutely defile Georges entire body and show people he was his and his only. He just couldn't choose. George doesn't stop Dream when he lowers his previously caressing hand to place a hard hand along his throat and squeeze, finally choosing to show George who was boss.
Georges eyes fall back and close at the touch and Dream can see from below that he was fumbling under his own shirt for his nipples, clearly wanting to feel some kind of pleasure to go with the pain on his neck. Georges shirt is lifted finally for Dream to show his hardened nipples being played with desperately. Dream wanted to see more.
Down below was George's pretty dick, totally bare of any touch. It felt wrong to not have touched, or even tasted him yet. Before Dream can act on it, Georges hand was falling and hastily attempting to search for something but failing miserably enough to land a smirk on Dreams face.
"What are you looking for baby? You want your cock?" Dream let's up on grasping Georges neck hoping for a yes, only to get a nodding no in response, then George was gasping;
"I want yours Clay. Take it out please. I want to drink it all so bad." Dream had forgotten why they were even in this situation in the first place. George had wanted a taste of Dream, of his cum. That was what he wanted since the beginning and Dream was only delaying that. And he only wanted it just as badly as George did. Dream was quick to finally let loose of Georges neck and for him to be launching himself at Dreams sweats to remove them.
Instantly George was on his hands and knees again, only facing Dream this time as he eyed his cock finally out in the open, twitching pathetically to be sucked by the Brit. Before he did, Georges hand was moved up and underneath him first to start jerking himself before he slowly edged his mouth onto Dreams dick and finally began sucking him. Georges eyes rolled back as he passionately blew Dream, tasting every inch he had in his mouth and down his throat.
Dream was being spoiled by the brunettes mouth so perfectly, he knew that, but he wanted to return the favor and help milk Georges cock just as fast as he knew was close to making him cum already. George was just too good with his mouth, with his lips that were pretty much made for sucking dick, and George knew that with how well he worked his tongue and lips. Dream couldn't stand just how unfair it was for another second and was reaching down for George again.
He reached Georges dick first as he swatted away the hand already grabbing it, letting George know Dream would deal with it for him instead. George agreed without any problem at all and continued sucking. What he really wanted was to tell Dream just how close he would be if Dream continued to use his own hands on him. He surely wouldn't last, but his mouth was too full to blurt it out, so instead he took his now free hand then moved it behind him and just let it happen.
Dream studied every movement George made to reach behind himself to find his own ass, until ultimately he was letting a few fingers sink into his hole with a high moan on Dreams cock lodged in Georges throat. It was enough to make Dream whimper just as pathetically as George was as their moans rang amazingly together, sounding yet again like a song.
"George- I'm gonna-" George didn't react as much as roll his eyes back at Dreams announcement, but before Dream could cum like he wanted so badly to do, he was adding;
"Don't cum yet, I want to taste you too-" George could have came right then and there, it felt too good not to, but Dreams demand meant more to him and he held back his cum as he continued to be jerked off underneath. George couldn't project even if he wanted to, and soon after Dream had spoke, he was swiftly panting out breathlessly this time;
"Drink up-" And just like that, Dreams cum was spilling down Georges tightening throat until it was all swallowed. Dream pulls out letting George finally breathe properly, then Dream was down further on his knees and on cue George was sitting up further until he was thrusting down Dreams throat and cumming every last drop he was saving up for him.
They both waited only a few more seconds, gathering their composures for them to get at eachothers levels and to be kissing like they couldn't ever do it again, tasting themselves on their lips after what they did together.
They both savored the residue each gave the other, loving how they tasted far too much, and they knew they would want more. More than just fucking eachothers throats again, more than touching eachothers bodies like they had, or most importantly, more than just simply being exes.
At least for now.