Parties like this weren’t exactly George’s style. Sure, he loved a good get together, a party that got a little reckless, maybe.
But this was just ridiculous. Especially since George had already had his fun for the night. He’d already gotten himself dangerously high and dangerously drunk hours ago, and everything was finally coming to a halt.
Except the fucking party.
The walls were practically stretching from how packed the house was. Sweaty bodies and the overpowering stench of undigested alcohol stung at his nose like acid, threatening to churn his stomach on the walk to the front door.
Heavy bass poured from the speakers— his speakers, mind you, that had been hijacked by some jackass earlier that night— and pounded the puzzle pieces of his brain out of order. It was like a hot soup filled his skull, swirling his vision as it sloshed around inside.
Walking through big, thick plumes of smoke didn’t help George’s comedown, either. It kept his brain buzzing as he stumbled past people and the bright red cherries at the tips of their joints. And fuck, that last cloud was strong.
He needed fresh air— quick.
Swimming through the sea of people left his clothes a bit disheveled, the sleeve of the tight cropped tank he wore was halfway down his shoulder by the time he saw a clearing near the door to escape to.
The moment George’s hands gripped the knob, ripping the door open ready to stumble his way down the steps, he was met with an obstacle that bumped against his face. Nervous, George lifted his gaze slowly, and was greeted by a face.
Some guy was at the door. Well, calling him ‘some guy’ was a modest statement.
His skin was sunkissed and splattered with a mess of freckles that disappeared under the sleeves on his biceps and the collar of his plain shirt. Big arms that bulged with muscles were crossed over his torso, accentuating his chest just a bit through the thin fabric.
Bright colorful lights bounced off the guy’s face and traced the outlines of his cheekbones and nose and eyebrows. They were all perfect, by the way, and it wasn’t just because George was slightly under the influence. His eyes were pale, but George couldn’t exactly pick out if they were blue or green or gray in the constant shifting light. The deep blue of the night sky above them didn’t help, either.
All George knew was he could get lost in them.
And he was.
“Is this your party?” The man’s voice cut his fuzzy thoughts off.
His voice was gruff and sounded annoyed, but George could tell it was just because he was mad. It was probably beautifully mellow and bright when he wasn’t steaming at the ears.
“Hello?” He repeated, exasperatedly waving in front of George’s half zoned out face, “What, you can’t hear me? Are you high or something?”
George blinked hard. A cool breeze passed by the doorstep guest, giving George a slightly clearer head.
“A little.” George replied with a small smirk growing.
“Figures.” He sighed.
“Yes, this is my party.” George raised his brows, teeth poking out of his grin, “You know, I don’t remember inviting you but… you can come on in. Stay for a while.” He let his eyes fall down the man’s form again, locking onto the veins that protruded from his hands. “Stay the night.”
“Turn off the music.” The man at the door deadpanned, and George’s face fell.
“Listen, man, I can’t do that.” George scoffed, “Trust me, I would have a long time ago if I could.”
“End the party, then.” The guy said, “Just tell everyone to leave.”
“I can’t do that.” George rolled his eyes, “The party ends when it ends. I don’t exactly have control.”
George watched him scan the surroundings, watching people dancing on each other under the neon light, drinks being spilled onto the floors below. His gaze shifted back to George’s as he made a face, annoyance seemingly rising.
Boy, did he look hot when his lip twitched.
“I’m sorry about the music.” George apologized genuinely with a hand on his chest, “What if… you give me your name, maybe your number, and I’ll make it up to you sometime.”
George’s arm reached out to run slender fingers over warm, tight muscles on the guy’s bicep. He felt it stiffen briefly, and watched his eyes lock onto the way George’s fingers massaged the skin softly.
“How about it?”
Rough fingers grasped George’s hand as he inhaled sharply at the sudden touch. The guy wrapped his hand around George’s wrist and yanked it off his arm, squeezing tightly. George writhed in his grip, and this guy had the nerve to smirk.
“No.”
“What the hell is your problem? Let me go.” George tried to pull himself away, and the man hesitated before letting go, watching George sooth his hand for a moment.
“You’re insufferable.”
“I’m insufferable?!” George scoffed, “You’re the one who waltzed on over and demanded this party to end, what, for your beauty sleep? I don’t even know your name, and you’re… terrorizing me in my own house!”
“Dream.” The guy said simply, “I’m Dream.”
“How pretentious.” George laughed, “That’s really your name? Of course it would be.”
“What reason would I have to lie to someone like you?” Dream cocked a brow up, taking in George in his entirety.
George felt a heat flush over his body— half because of embarrassment, and half because Dream’s obnoxiously arrogant attitude made George wish he could push him against a mattress and straddle his big, stupid…
“Stop the party.”
Oh yeah, he wanted to do unspeakable things to that man.
“Come the fuck on, Dream.” George groaned.
“Getting whiny?” Dream’s tone lifted into a harshly teasing one.
George felt his stomach churn, sour venom rising
and seeping into his blood. Hot shivers slid down his back like lava.
“Oh, you want to fuck me so bad, dont you?”
In a dark blur of skin and flashing lights that George could barely process in his hazy, bloodshot vision, Dream’s hand reached its way out and made rough contact with George’s jaw. His fingers curled tightly around George’s cheeks, squeezing his bottom jaw open slightly with a force that made him wince.
That’s definitely gonna bruise.
George struggled against the fingers that dug their way deep into his sensitive skin. Dream didn’t falter, though, brows raising an expression that made George weak in the knees.
“Shut your goddamn mouth.” Dream spat.
A familiar twinge of heat blossomed in the pit of George’s stomach. He felt a small bulge forming in the tightness of his pants, pressing uncomfortably into the seam. George wanted more than anything to keep on teasing Dream, to get more and more of a reaction from the stronger.
So he did.
George smirked to the best of his ability, wincing at the way Dream deepened his fingers.
“Ooh, did I strike a nerve, Dreamie?” George’s words muffled a bit, but his point got across.
Oh, man, did his point get across.
“Fuck you.” Dream nearly growled, and George fucking whimpered.
“You fucking wish.” George snapped back quickly.
As if something snapped inside of Dream, he suddenly let go of his death grip on George’s cheeks and replaced one stinging pain with another.
George’s cheek was struck hard and fast by Dream’s rough hand. It was a pain George was used to, one enjoyed, even. With the previous grip’s heat still scalding, the slap was enough to draw a soft moan from the smaller.
The moan took George by surprise, a hand of his own pressing soft fingertips to cover his mouth in embarrassing disbelief.
“And you’re getting off on this.” Dream deadpanned, scoffing softly.
“Only because it’s you, baby.” George shot back with newfound confidence. It surged through his arteries with his impossibly fast heartbeat.
Dream’s eyes rolled. The look on his face remained a sick combination of disgusted and intrigued as he spoke teasing words into the thick air between them.
“You want me to just keep doing shit like this, huh?” Dream’s lip twitched, “You want me to hit you again? Will that get your fucking dick hard?”
George fluttered his lashes as he gazed up into Dream’s stare. His eyes began to fill with a heat and lust that George could feel radiating off of the taller.
“You might just make me cum if you hit me again, big boy.” George said back in a sultry voice, eyes flicking down to meet Dream’s lips.
Finally, Dream cracked.
George’s clouded mind barely processed what was happening until it was already in motion. Dream’s hands were warmly cupping his face much gentler than the past grip he had, and his face had gotten much, much closer. George’s heart jumped around in his stomach.
In the shortest moment George could possibly imagine, the pair was locked at the lips.
Dream’s hands wandered fast from their position on his face, trailing down George’s slender neck and collarbones to grip at the flesh of his hips and ass roughly as they grew closer. Tongues danced clumsily as their lips mashed together in an unparting, messy kiss.
Hot touches were burned into George’s skin with Dream’s strong hands, bruises pressed harshly into his hip bones from how tightly Dream held him. Soft winces and moans of pain made their way past George’s lips and onto Dream’s tongue, and they only seemed to make Dream dig his fingers in harder.
George’s head was spinning. He wasn’t sure exactly what was causing it, but it had to be some unhealthy combination of the way Dream manhandled him with practiced ease and the smoky air filling his lungs back up with a familiar burnt flavor. It stung at George’s chest, but he couldn’t seem to be bothered. All his senses were flooded by Dream.
When George finally parted from Dream, he was gasping for a breath of fresh air through small hitched noises and plush, red tinted lips. Dream continued to hold onto George, practically carrying him through the crowds of people as his feet stumbled and struggled to find footing.
George didn’t catch a break, though. His fuzzy brain was only made worse by Dream tilting his head to the side, licking thick, hot stripes up the pale, stubbly skin. George took in a sharp breath and let a small moan catch in the back of his throat when Dream’s sharp teeth began nibbling at the tender flesh of his shoulder.
“D-Dream…”
The name fell from George’s lips in a slutty moan as George let his hips roll forwards to press his painful erection against Dream’s growing one.
“Shut the fuck up,” Dream gnarled, earning another soft moan, “before I fuck you right here.”
George wouldn’t have objected. The thought of Dream whipping out his cock and ramming into him right in the middle of all these people who probably wouldn’t even remember just fueled the unbearable buzzing heat in his stomach.
In a silent question, Dream glanced around the room they stood in, asking for directions. George unlatched one of his hands from Dream’s shoulders, pointing towards a small set of stairs— an equally silent answer. Dream’s hands slid down to cup George’s ass firmly, making George yelp as the taller fully lifted him off the ground. George wrapped his legs around Dream’s waist quickly to balance himself as Dream made a beeline for the stairs.
“First on the left.” George whispered to Dream when he finally reached the top, and Dream complied.
Once in the comfort of his mostly private bedroom, George shot back into action. Small hands gripped tightly to Dream’s cheeks and pulled him into another sloppy kiss with enough passion to make him teeter on the edge of climax already.
Dream parted first, shooting a glare that gave George butterflies. He quickly made his way towards the bed and dropped George down, straddling him almost immediately as he kicked off his shoes.
As soon as Dream returned to focus on George, he went back to work sucking bright red and purple bruises into his soft, pale skin, grinding against the smaller roughly. George’s breath hitched in the back of his throat with each bite, each tiny bit of friction making him see stars.
Dream’s burning fingers eased their way down towards the hot, twitching bulge in George’s shorts. Small simple touches that barely even grazed the member were electrifying and made George beg for more.
“P-please, Dream, touch me.” George whined, hips bucking as Dream slid the small garment off of him.
“You’re such a needy fucking whore.” Dream rasped, “Do you ever shut up?”
George chuckled softly between lewd noises, “N-not usually.” He teased.
“Of course.” Dream scoffed.
Dream pressed thumb firmly against the base of George’s newly exposed cock and rubbed circles, taking in the way George squirmed under him, dick leaking precum onto the soft expanse of his stomach. A couple long rubs made the red tip of George’s dick twitch and drew whimpers from George’s throat.
George felt like bursting. His hips were held down by Dream’s strong grip, and his cock was being absolutely toyed with for the other’s amusement. It was pure torture.
And yet, George found himself unable to keep contained. In a moment of vulnerability, George’s head lulled back as his vision went white, a low moan spilling from his mouth as he came. A weak flow of cum poured onto the dips and curves of his stomach as Dream quickened his tough movements, milking him through the orgasm.
Within moments, George began to pull back from Dream’s unyielding teases, each little touch scorching against his sore, half hard cock. Dream wouldn’t stop, though, continuing his painfully nagging pace.
“D-Dream— ah, fuck, Dream, I can’t…” George whined, feeling fire in Dream’s fingertips.
“Can’t what, baby?” Dream raised a brow as his fist wrapped around George’s cock, pumping him slowly, “Use your words. You’re good at that, remember?”
George cursed under his breath, small moans falling past his lips as he breathed heavily. Dream’s constant touching and teasing brought all the blood back down to his dick, and the fuzziness in his brain from desire came back tenfold.
“Fuck me, Dream…” George moaned out, “Please, just fuck me already.”
“So fucking desperate.” Dream teased.
Dream’s tight grip remained on George’s cock while his free hand slid his own pants down in one swift motion. From the confines of his boxers, Dream’s dick bounced free and fuck, George felt his mouth start to water.
“At least you're being forward about what you want.” Dream scoffed, “Makes my job easier.”
George was starting to worry for himself— he was sure that dick would split him in half, scramble his insides so good. Yet, that fear somehow made George even more turned on.
Dream abandoned George’s sore cock to spit onto his palm, slowly working the sticky saliva into his own dick. A second bit of saliva fell onto the throbbing member, and George tilted his hips upwards, inviting Dream.
George was surprised by the nimbleness of Dream’s fingers. They spread his cheeks with practiced ease and let one slide into George’s hole smoothly with the help of his spit. George quickly adapted to the size, and Dream was quick to notice. He added a second finger, then a third, curling them a bit as he prodded around for the bundle of nerves that made George cry out.
Dream only stayed inside for a brief moment, just making sure George could take the stretch before pulling his fingers out and replacing them with the head of his cock. The feeling of Dream inside him was much different than the fingers— much thicker, much hotter.
Dream pressed himself inside George, slowly bottoming out with a low moan. George groaned at just how full he felt, Dream’s dick twitching at the tightness of his hole around him.
“Fuck, you feel good.” Dream commented softly, rolling his hips to press in as far as he could.
Slowly, Dream began to thrust, testing the waters. He did a soft, slow one first, earning a long string of moans from George. He followed with a faster one, more forceful that made his cock twitch at the slight bulge in George’s stomach as he rammed in.
George gasped, and Dream thrusted again. It was so much, George could almost cry from how good he was feeling.
“A-ah!” George whined, “I-it hurts…”
Dream returned his grip to George’s hips, holding bruisingly tight to the flesh of his sides.
“Take it.”
Fuck.
George’s eyes rolled back as Dream picked up the pace, ramming his thick, hot cock in and out of George’s hole with reckless abandon. George couldn’t hold back the slutty noises bubbling up from his stomach even if he wanted to— Dream’s rough thrusts forced them out.
George slowly got more and more used to the feeling of Dream’s length rubbing all over his prostate, sending seemingly endless waves of pleasure down his spine and straight to his dick.
“O-oh fuck…” George’s voice was mixed with a high picthed moan, “Fucking… break me, Dream, oh my god…”
“You would want me to break you, huh?” Dream spat, “You fucking slut.”
George’s only response was a long, low moan as his second orgasm hit, cock bouncing with each thrust as it shot ribbons of cum across his chest once again.
“God, you’re so pathetic.” Dream chuckled darkly, “So desperate. How many more times are you gonna cum before I cum even once?”
George groaned, whimpering as his dick slowly grew back to life. He was so sore, and tired, and weak, but Dream’s constant, brutal pace kept the smaller’s toes curling, gripping at anything he could to brace himself for the pleasure.
Soon, George noticed Dream’s hips stutter, and George gained a newfound sense of playfulness that woke him up.
“Y-you getting close, baby?” George asked softly between moans, “You can cum inside me.”
Dream groaned lowly, giving a couple slow, deep thrusts before returning to his fast pace.
“Come on, sweetheart,” George kept teasing, “Cum for me, Dream. Fill me up— O-oh, fuck—“
Dream nearly growled at him, leaning in closer to his face with heavy, uneven breaths.
“Just fucking shut up, George.” Dream hissed, “Shut your fucking mouth.”
“Make me.”
George wasn’t exactly expecting Dream to follow through with it, but before George knew it, a firm, warm hand was pressed hard over his mouth, muffling any sounds he tried to make. For some reason, George felt himself grow even closer to another climax just from that.
Dream stayed bent over, pressed close to George’s chest as he rammed in and out with a newfound burst of energy. George whined against Dream’s hand, muffled moans escaping softly as Dream fucked him into the mattress.
“Fuck…” Dream huffed, small moans passing his lips, “I-I’m gonna—“
Before Dream could finish his warning, his grip tightened, thrusting one last time as deep as he could. His cock twitched as it spurted hot, thick cum deep inside George’s hole, filling him up so good. The feeling alone was enough to send George over the edge one more time, dick weakly dribbling cum against his already stained stomach.
Dream didn’t hesitate to pull out, leaving George gaping and leaking cum onto his sheets. He seemed out of breath, but quickly grabbed the end of one fo George’s blankets to wipe his cock clean before stuffing it back in his pants. George was so worn out, he couldn’t even protest.
“I’m leaving.” Dream deadpanned, and George struggled to prop himself up on his elbows.
“T-that was fun.” George smirked, “Can we do this again sometime?”
“No.”
“Please?”
“Clean yourself up.” Dream stood, turning to open the bedroom door, “And shut off the fucking music.”
Such a charmer.
“If another party stays loud real late again, will you come back?” George asked with a raised brow.
“Good night, George.”
“Is that a yes?”
Dream turned to give him a sharp glare. It reddened George’s face even more than it already was.
“Good night, George.”
Dream slammed the door behind him, rattling the picture frames on the wall. George flinched, but soon sunk back into the comfort of his bed.
Well, it was worth a shot.
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