Both of You | Part 2 of the Steven Universe Series

Chapter 3

"It's something I wish I wasn't good at, actually."

"How many fights have you been in?" George remembered how defensive Dream got over this question in his dream.

"I'd tell you if I counted." He replied with a smile.

George exhaled. It was such a different reply than the one his mind thought of, and it scared him. "So a lot?"

"Yeah, but it's not really something I'm proud of. I hate that everyone's scared of me but I'm in love with the power." Dream looked back at the desk. "I kind of wish more people liked me. I'm just a whore who punches people at this point and everyone knows it."

"You have potential." George placed a hand on Dreams knee without thinking, but refused to move it.

Dream smiled sadly. "I'm so lonely."

George responded hesitantly, carefully picking each word as he said it. "I'd really like it if we could keep each other company."

Dream scooted closer to George, causing his hand to slip up his thigh.

George burned red and moved his hand.

"You don't have to move it." Dream kept his voice low and deep.

"I- I don't?" George had his hands clasped together by his chest, and watched Dream shake his head.

"Go ahead and put it back, if you're comfortable."

George's heart pounded in his chest. Just minutes ago he thought he could possibly be moving on, spending a weekend making love with a girl, but he just couldn't resist the structure and softness Dream presented to him. "I don't know."

"That's okay." Dream attempted eye contact with George, but his focus was on the desk, face glowing red. "I can touch you instead."

George let out a small noise when Dream slowly touched his knee, closely watching his face for discomfort. He looked down at Dreams hand sliding up on his thigh, arousal brewing in his stomach. "That's- that's enough, please."

"Okay." Dream stopped moving his hand at about mid-thigh. George turned to him, their faces close together.

George brought his voice even lower, being they were close enough to whisper. "What are you doing to me?"

"Touching."

"No, like do you like me?"

"I'm trying to figure you out, and the easiest way to learn about people is finding their boundaries, and how they react when you cross them."

"That's the worst thing I've ever heard."

"Seems to work for me."

"No, you seduce people into getting into your bed. Why didn't you tell me about Rose?"

"That little bitch told you?" Dream turned and glared at the girl.

"Yeah, man, that's pretty fucked up." George turned to her too. He couldn't help but admire her focus on a piece of paper while mindlessly chewing the eraser of her pencil. She looked so effortlessly beautiful.

"Did you fuck her?" Dream turned back to George. "You were with her all weekend, right?"

George was quiet for a moment. He wanted to keep his private life private, and especially didn't want to hear bitching from Dream about how George was able to sleep with her and he wasn't. "Why does it concern you?"

"I was just curious, I guess. I'm going to take it as a yes, because why would you be embarrassed about saying no?" Dream gave Georges thigh a small squeeze, making the brunette flinch under the desk. "I kind of liked her, ya know?"