Georges POV

As my mum walked out of the room a tall man walked in. Dream was a lot taller in person and his voice sounded much deeper too. His green eyes like emeralds glowed in the dim sunlight that shined through the window. They had dark bags under his eyes, I could tell he was tired. His lips were big and were parted the smallest bit. That's all I got of his features as I looked into his eyes to see he was about to cry. He never took his eyes of mine the whole time though, I think he liked them.

"Can I hug you?" He asked. I felt as if we were to meet under different circumstances he wouldn't ask. It wasn't the fact that I didn't want him to hug me it was the fact he wanted to hug me. Was it a pity hug? A friendship hug? A romantic hug? As the man stood only a few inches away I shook my head yes as he laid his chin on my head letting out soft sigh that spun down my torso. His large and masculine hands gripped the back of my sweatshirt tightly as I did the same to him. He accidentally picked me off the ground a few inches and quickly put me back down.

"Oh um sorry," He said.

It's ok I kind of liked it actually."

Can I do it again?" I shook my head in a somewhat excited way as he picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I was now the same height as him and I laid my chin on his shoulder in a relaxed position leaning my head against his ear ever so lightly. Butterflies went zooming through my stomach, and I couldn't help but crack a smile and a small giggle. You could hear him exhale of happiness after. I never wanted the hug to end, I felt warm in his arms and protected. But I remembered everything that went down last night and I felt I owed him an explanation and to reassure him its not his fault.

Dreams POV

As his mom signaled me to come into the room I had chills run down my back as the nerves got to me. As I walked into the room the instant I got there I saw his eyes. The sunlight barely shining on the boy's brown eyes. I looked into them and felt I just touched his soul. "Can I hug you?" I asked praying the answer to that question was yes. When I got the go away of a smiling nod, I hugged him. I rested my chin on his head as he was much shorter than me. I liked that :) I sat there holding onto him tight enough so I didn't let go but tight enough where I crushed him. I pictured this in my head many times before. But the real thing. That was scary. I was bending down a little and when I went to stand up some I accidentally picked him up. I quickly apologized. But I liked holding him in my arms and carrying him, I wanted to do it again. I asked and he said yes. The smile on my probably showed every single one of my teeth and went from ear to ear. As he wrapped his small legs around me I felt warm and that I could protect him now. 

The moment lasted most likely a whole minute bet it felt like a few seconds. I thought neither of us wanted to let go until he dropped his legs from my waist and I felt him wanting me to put him down. I sighed as the sadness filled my eyes. I wanted to be inside him. I wanted to be so close not even every bone in our body could be touching and it still wouldn't be close enough.

"We need to talk he said, about last night." He said looking down at his feet. I put my finger under his chin to make him look at me.

" Are you okay? Like truly you know you can talk to me. I could help you. But if you don't want me to that's okay too. But don't push me out, let me be there for you." He looked at me and smiled.

"I can listen, or give you advice, or distract you...." I said the last part really flirty on purpose. You could see Georgie blush really red.

"I'd like that," He said. Grabbing my waist and only an inch or so away from my body. God, I wanted to kiss him so fucking bad. The urge was killing me and him being so close seemed like a taunt. He sat holding my waist as I picked him up again. He seemed to like that. I liked it too. It made me feel stronger and more protective and probably made him feel protected. Now his face aligned almost perfect with mine I really wanted to kiss him like so fucking bad. Surprisingly George made the first move. Before I realized it his lips had pressed against mine. It took me a second to react but I kissed back I ended up walking him to the other side of the room pushing his back up against the wall. He smiled softly as I put my hand over his head to keep it from hitting the wall. I'm not sure if he likes rough or gentle but we have time.

I sat down on the bed and slowly started slipping my tongue into his mouth he did the same for me. God, it was amazing he was an amazing kisser. I wonder if I was doing good too? After a few minutes of making out the sexual tension in the room seemed to rise. I didn't know if I was ready for it but he seemed ready. I slowly stuck my hand under his sweatshirt feeling all the curves and angles his body took. I felt his abs on my warm hand touch his cold body and felt a shiver on him. I pulled away to ask if he was okay but he just pulled me back in. He started pulling on my hair which felt amazing! While he pulled he moaned in my ear really turning me on. As he sits on my lap he smiled at me I was unsure why tell I realized I got a boner. I was semi embarrassed tell I realized we were probably about to have sex anyways. I didn't know if I should tell him this was my first time with a guy, cause he seemed like an expert, but we were far to deep into a make-out sesh to talk anyways. He slowly pulled away to pull my shirt off to reveal my body and figure. He stared at my body for a while until; he commented you look fucking amazing. I blushed at the thought that he saw me that way. I went to take his shirt off and he stopped my hand before I could. 

"Could I keep my shirt on for this he asked?" God, I wanted to be so dominant and treat him like a slut right now but he seemed so vulnerable. I felt like I was taking advantage of him. Before I spun around and told the true reason I didn't want to I made up the lie that I wasn't ready. I was nervous but I wanted to fuck George so hard he'd cum all the way down my throat. But it just felt wrong. So I pulled back from a final kiss I could feel the heat between us simmer down. I told him I wasn't ready and he was supportive. Even though that was a lie. 

George POV

God I really didn't expect Dream to come over and the first thing we would do was fuck. But I could use the distraction. He wasn't the first guy I had been with but I had a feeling he hadn't been with one before. His lips were so soft and I felt amazed by the way is tongue stuck into my throat. God, I really wanted him to choke me. When his hand slid up my shirt his warmth gave me a buzz of energy I had started getting hotter and hotter. Then when his dick shot up and grazed my ass. Boy was I turned on. I really wanted to have sex with him and I didn't know where he stood. I pulled his shirt off to discover his 8 pack and his muscles. His arms and his body was just bigger than mine. I commented on his body and sat in awe for a moment before we went back to a passionate make-out. As he was following my lead starting to lift my sweatshirt off I asked him not to. I kind of wanted him to be dominate in this situate but he doesn't know what I like yet and that's ok. I'll tell him on the way.

 A few seconds later I feel him pulling back, excited that this might be the time. But instead, he started talking about how he wasn't ready. I supported him, don't get me wrong, but I felt a little sad he didn't want to. I've wanted to do it with him for so long that when the moment came for me to meet him I figured we would both just wanna. 

"Don't get me wrong I really want to do it with you. I mean you're sexy and beautiful. Georgie, you're breathtaking. I also haven't done it with a guy yet so it will definitely be different."

"Yeah, it's different," I added to break the silence. "But just saying whenever you are ready I am too." Dream let out a light chuckle before asking Dream a question "Can I ask you a question its kind of personal?" I asked curious about what his answer would be. We both slowly got off the bed sitting on the floor.

"Yeah, sure. What is it."

"When did you know you were into guys?" I blurted out. He chuckled softly.

"Well, I knew when I met you. I mean I had thought guys were cute and all but I never really told anyone. I thought it was an unspoken rule." He chuckled again a little softer. Then in my Sophomore year, you just showed up. A young college student looking to find people to play Minecraft with. I thought it was kind of pathetic at first but I kind of just fell for you. I didn't say anything cause you were a lot older than me at the time. Also, I didn't realize you liked guys tell a few years ago. I was over you by then." I looked over surprised by the fact. But I let him continue his story as I listened laying on his shoulder." But a few months ago when we started getting big on platforms and stuff, you stuck by me the whole time. I realized you didn't do it for the money or fame you did it for me." I felt red at the thought Dream liked me before I even liked him. "What about you, when did you find out?" 

"Probably 8th grade I think. Guys just started to seem cuter to me and I started sexualizing's relationships. There was one boy in particular. You could totally notice he was gay. He wears skirts and make-up and well sent my heart flying. But he got bullied a lot. It just wasn't fair you know. The world was so cruel to him for the people he loved. God, I envied him for being brave enough to wear skirts.

"You should wear skirts, Georgie. You'd be drop-dead gorgeous." God I loved that nickname 'Georgie' I rolled my eyes as he looked me in the eyes. "I'm just saying I'd be in bigger awe of you then ever before. You'd also look pretty sexy too." I blushed at the thought but kind of liked the idea.

"Maybe I will!" George let out a soft chuckle at the idea.

Dreams POV

It was getting close to midnight here as we talked about all the different things Georgie liked about his home. He talked about the snow and the beach, two totally different seasons but two of his favorite things.

"Did you bring any clothes?" George asked. George is pretty sure he had hopped on a plane without question. I let out a small chuckle and a smile.

"No, I didn't." He smiled, but I realized when I came here I had no plan just the eager urge to get to him.

"Well, I guess you will just have to wear my clothes," George said somewhat confidently. I let out a loud wheeze and George laughed at how stupid his laugh was. George went into a pouty mode.

"Babe, come on there is no way your clothes could fit me." George's face went into pouty mode once again. "What now Georgie?" I rolled my eyes thinking it was going to be stupid again.

"You called me babe!" George said excitedly. I tackled him to the ground suffocating him with tickles tell he got me down and started tickling me too. I laughed at him while letting him enjoy his fun tell I picked him up aimlessly and put him on my lap. Holding him tight so he couldn't move. He burrowed his head into my chest.

"Ahhhh" I let out a soft sigh as I felt it vibrate down my body. After a few minutes of staring at the boy in my lap I realized he was asleep. I picked him up, put him into bed, and turned the lights out. I cuddled close to him thinking wow what a day.