Escaping Reality...With My Enemy

Part VI ~ Second Session

Alcohol gave me the push to let him know I was interested, but I could never ever do that sober. 

Never. 

That's why I let him close the space between us and kiss me deeply, letting our textbooks fall to floor with a thud.

As if the loud thud made Dream suddenly aware, he pulled away, face flushed. I don't think I've ever seen Dream embarrassed before.

"I-I'm sorry. I don't know w-why I did t-that," he stuttered.

I touched his hand. His head snapped up to meet mine. "It's okay, Dream, really."

"You won't tell?" he asked, his green eyes pleading. 

"Promise."

He grabbed my neck this time and stuck his tongue inside my mouth, searching every inch. I absentmindedly placed my hands on his hips and slid them down to his inner thighs.

He pulled away again and I looked back up at him with wide eyes. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I couldn't find the words.

"I need help," Dream said, placing my hand on his dick.

I left my hand there, but quickly changed the subject. "Yeah, you need help with science. Let's get back to tutoring."

"Woah, woah, woah, you're gonna leave me like this??" His eyes were hard yet pleading again.

"Umm, yes? Don't we kinda have to? Besides, I thought you said you never wanted this to happen again."

Dream laughed. "What do I know?" He smiled sincerely. "George, that night was... the best I've ever had. I can't imagine having anything better than that." He paused. "What I'm saying is never say never.

I couldn't help but smile back. "I'd have to agree."

"So that's a yes?"

"It's a yes." I rolled my eyes but still appreciated that he asked me. We climbed on his bed. "Do you have a condom? Or lube? My ass is still recovering. I can't believe we didn't use anything." 

Dream's face turned red. "Fuck."

"What?"

"I used the last one today..."

At first I was confused. How could he have used his last one today unless he - oh. There was a reason Dream's "girl of the week" wasn't in class today. Skipping school for the best sex ever... I guess that's valid. I decided to try not judge her too hard so I brushed it off and instead slowly pulled off his pants and wrapped my lips around the tip, then forced my mouth down as far as it could go.

Dream moaned out louder that I expected, but immediately looked at the door and covered his mouth.

*Dream's POV*

I definitely was not expecting that kind of pleasure so quick. I looked down to see George looking up at me with those big brown eyes obediently sucking me off. I thought I remembered him telling me he's never given anyone a blowjob before we had sex at that party. I asked if he could put his mouth on it, but he declined politely saying he'd never done it before.

But fuck, for someone who's never sucked dick in their life, he knows what he's doing. It only took about five minutes for me to get close. I didn't realize I do this, but I just noticed that I rest my hand on top of George's head. I tugged his hair, no grabbed it just to hold onto. I felt George tense up and pull up a little. When I didn't let go, he pushed himself off me and wiped his mouth. "Don't," he said.

"Sorry," I said, out of breath. "I'm sorry."

He slowly put his mouth back on and began bobbing again. I rested my hand on his head, then let it fall to his cheek, caressing it softly. He sped up. I smiled. He liked that. In less than a minute, I climaxed with a loud moan, covered by my own hand. George swallowed all of it and even licked his lips after. I've never had a partner who actually liked the taste. Or maybe he just doesn't mind the taste? Whatever the reason, it was hot as fuck.

We flopped down on my bed, chests heaving. It only then became apparent to me that there was a clear gap in the middle of us. George looked over and noticed it, too. I fought the urge to pull him close to me and hold him for a while.

Instead of mentioning it, George straightened out his voice then said, "Well, should we get back to it then?"

"I think maybe we should call it a day."

George nodded and packed up his stuff without another word. After he let himself out, I flopped back on my bed and put my hands over my eyes. What the fuck did I just do?