Both of You | Part 2 of the Steven Universe Series

Chapter 3

"You liked her body."

"Besides the fact that she had the perfect porn star body, she's really funny, and she's beautiful, honestly. I liked how she teased me. The problem was when she showed her friends all our texts, and then not only did they attack me saying stuff like 'if you hurt her I'll kill you', she also told more people that I'm a softy and she showed them topless and dick print pictures of me." Dream made eye contact with George. "I bet she didn't tell you that part of the story, did she?"

George held his silence for a moment. "No, she didn't."

"Of course not. And I wasn't even using her, she stayed over one night and we watched a movie. I touched her, with permission, and we were going to have sex but she wasn't ready, and that's fine, so we fell asleep and in the morning she told me she wanted a fucking relationship so I got scared and ghosted her."

George couldn't even think. Dream sounded so genuine, so real. The details were precise, the story made sense. "Where'd you touch her?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but I was spooning her and started massaging her tits and later when things got a bit heated, I fingered her."

George wasn't sure why he was jealous, or who he was jealous over. Rose staying at Dreams apartment, them sleeping together, or Dream touching her in the almost exact way George did. "You weren't doing it for sex?"

"I don't use people. I have a lot of sex, yeah, but I don't manipulate people into sleeping with me. I only fuck people who are willing to, and who know how I can't do relationships."

"She told me you hated her for it?"

"I hate her because her and her friends sent me death threats and came to my apartment and trashed it when I wasn't home. I'm never telling someone where I hide my extra key again."

"Holy shit, she trashed your apartment?" The surprise George felt was audible in the question.

"Yeah, dude. They got dunk, I think, because my bottles of liquor and beer were spread around empty, and then they left trash everywhere, stole things, took pictures of my private stuff, messed with Patches' litterbox. It took me days to get cat shit and piss out of my carpet. They broke bottles on my kitchen floor, toilet paper everywhere, vomit in the sinks. I was so fucking pissed off." Dream was looking at the floor, or his hand on Georges thigh, he couldn't tell.

"I had no idea."

"Yeah because it's not usually the first thing I tell people when I meet them."

"How long ago was it?"

"Maybe junior year or that summer. It was after I was with my ex."

"It was that recent?" It was only August, if it had been summer of junior year, just a couple months went by since it happened.

"Yeah."

George felt like Dream was more abused than an abuser. A person can only take so much before turning cold. "She does have a porn star body though, doesn't she?"

"Right? God, her moans were so nice, I remember that being a huge turn-on for me."

"They are." George was turned on by everything about Rose. "Are you a tits or ass person?"

"I like thighs, actually. But if I had to chose between tits or ass, probably ass." Dream noticed he'd been subtly rubbing Georges thigh with his thumb for most of their conversation. "What about you?"

"Tits for sure." George then thought about how Dream was a guy and didn't even have tits, how uncomfortable that must've been. "Maybe dick."

Dream smiled, and let out a small laugh. "I've been craving dick lately and I'm not sure why. I've never tried it."