Both of You | Part 2 of the Steven Universe Series

Chapter 2

Nick offered Dream a joint. "I'd rather have that one." He pointed at the blunt lodged between Georges middle and index fingers.

"What's going on here? First George calls me up saying he almost kissed a girl, then says he's in love, then decides to come over once Dreams here, then looks like he just got hard, and now y'all are sharing blunts?" Nick made sharp eye contact with both of them once George pulled his head back up. "Dream doesn't share blunts."

"It wasn't your place to say what we discussed over the phone." George said quietly. "That wasn't for everyone here to know."

"I'm the only other person here?" Dream edged. "And who's this girl? Are you in love with her?"

"Why are you getting defensive?"

"I'm not defensive I just feel.. Left out, that's all."

"You don't need to know me and Nicks private conversations, Dream. If I wanted you to know, I'd surely tell you." George handed Dream the joint. "I'm going home."

On George's way out, Dream grabbed his hand and pulled him into the bathroom. "You're not leaving yet."

"This makes me uncomfortable, please stop." George yanked his hand away from Dream and attempted to leave the bathroom, the taller man blocking the door.

"I said," He started. "you're not leaving yet."

"Dream, what do you want from me? I just needed someone to talk to about my feelings. You're so yes and no with me, what game are you playing?"

"I just want to be included."

"I call bullshit."

"Who's the girl?"

"You care why?"

Dream was quiet. He didn't have much of an explanation except for being curious. "I'm just wondering."

"It was Rose."

"The girl with long hair from first period?"

"Yeah, that's her." George indirectly stared at Dreams lips as he spoke.

God I bet they're soft.

"You almost kissed that nut job?" Dream stifled a laugh. "You can do better."

"She was my first kiss in the ninth grade."

"Yeah but you could do better."

"I don't care, she's so much more different when you're alone with her." George wasn't even sure why he was defending her.

"Can you get in her pants?"

"Dream."

"Just wondering."

George sighed and rubbed his forehead. "As for who I'm in love with.. I think we both know who it is."

"It's not love if you don't even know me, George. You can't be in love with someone you just met."

"It's not even like we just met, I feel like I've known you for months." George looked up at Dream.

"You haven't, okay? I think being friends with you would be really cool, and who knows from there, but you're not in love with me and you don't know me, you just have a crush." Dream rested a hand on Georges shoulder.

As Georges mind wandered, as the warmth from Dreams hand seeped through his grey t-shirt, his eyes lowered.

Goddamn. I wonder if he's packing as much as he was-

Georges thoughts were interrupted when Dream glanced down at himself then lifted the shorter mans chin. "Um, you've got a bit of drool there."

"What? Oh." George pulled away from Dreams hand and shoved past him to leave the bathroom.