Both of You | Part 2 of the Steven Universe Series

Chapter 3

"Well if you're interested, I have a dick." George smirked, and Dream turned red.

"You'd never let me smash. You'd totally pussy out or wake up asking to be my boyfriend."

George rolled his eyes. "That's not true."

It's true, please be my boyfriend.

George looked away from Dream as Rose walked up to them. "Hey."

"Hey, Rose." George greeted.

"Go fuck yourself." Dream welcomed.

"Actually I'd rather fuck George, thanks." Rose smiled politely and planted herself on Georges lap.

Dream quickly removed his hand and sat back in his chair. "Yeah, okay, slut."

"Dream." George glared at the blonde. "Please, respect."

Jealousy boiled in Dreams stomach when he watched George slide his hands onto Roses hips and then the tips of his fingers into the waistband of her jeans. "Respect, right. My bad."

Rose rolled her eyes and twisted her upper body so she was facing George. "Are you coming over tonight?"

"He's coming home with me tonight, actually. We have the project." Dream chimed in.

Georges eyes wandered to her breasts, cleavage revealed from her v-cut shirt. "I'll probably be over afterwards though."

"George, you're drooling." Dream said.

"Who wouldn't?" George looked up at Roses face. "Ten out of ten, honestly."

Rose giggled. "Wow, thanks."

Dream rolled his eyes. "Y'all make me sick."

"Jealousy is a disease." Rose said with a sarcastic smile.

"I'm not jealous, dickhead." Dream glared and turned to George. "By the way, she likes to ruin peoples living spaces so make sure you keep keys away from her."

Rose scoffed. "And Dream likes to fuck and ghost."

"We didn't even fuck."

"No, you're right, I said no."

"Yes, I'm aware of that, dumbass."

"Then you fucking ignored my texts and calls."

"You know what, Rose? Even if I did use you for sex, which I didn't, it gives you no excuse to go into someone's home and completely destroy things they've paid good money for and then to top it off, send pictures of very personal stuff to people."

"I didn't realize your condom size was that personal." Rose turned to George. "It's-"

George slammed his hand over her mouth. "That's enough."

Dream sighed in relief. He almost felt like crying, the situation was so intoxicating and traumatic.

"If you say one more word about this, you won't be hearing from me again, understand?" George waited for Rose to slowly nod her head before releasing her mouth. "Both of you."

Dream was desperate to change the topic. "Is George good in bed?"

"Um." George turned red, and Rose just glared at him.

"That's not your business." If George had ever used the tone Rose just did with Dream, he'd probably get clocked in the face.

"I guess I'll have to find out, then."

George leaned his head back, tired of listening to Dream and Rose bickering back and forth over every topic of conversation. "Can you guys please shut up?"