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Orlando, Florida
November 21st – 10:56pm

The last twenty days had been hell for Dream.

After that one particular night in question, Dream getting hard over a picture of his best friend to be exact. George had been relentless.

The small whispers in his headphones, the non-stop flirting, and the constant sexually orientated jokes and innuendoes weren't helping Dream's case at all. Every tiny little thing got to him now, hell he even got hard over a chip commercial a couple of days ago, and it was all George's fault.

He was seriously wearing him out, his self-control was getting increasingly more thin every passing day. But there was no way his pride would let him forgive himself if he just gave up.

"Dream.." George sang seductively into the microphone. It was relatively late at night, and George's stream had ended an hour ago. But the pair didn't want to leave just yet, and so they stayed on call like they usually did every night. Honestly, Dream was just setting himself up for failure at this point. "Have I ever told you how hot and damn sexy your voice sounds all the time?"

Dream's eyes widened immediately. He had been hearing the flirting all night, but he could ignore it when the others were around. Right now though? That was all he could hear.

Chat had been going crazy over the way they interacted, but although Dream didn't care about that kind of stuff, George did. But tonight, he sounded like a whole new person. It was almost alarming if Dream didn't know the true reasons and motives behind it.

Dream was quiet for a moment before he spoke, thinking about what he was going to say before he did it. He had been reacting to George's antics all week, maybe if he doesn't respond the way he wants him to, he'll just leave him alone, and he'll be boner free for the rest of November.

Dream snorted, "I hope you know you're just embarrassing yourself, George."

"Am I? With what Dream?" George asked innocently.

Dream brows furrowed, before a sly grin took over his lips. George was being way too obvious with it. "You just keep proving to me over and over again that you're a little slut." He retorted.

He heard George's breath hitch, immediately causing his smirk to widen. He hadn't done much over the past few weeks to George. It didn't even dawn across him. He'd been too focused on George himself and the way he was currently making him feel, to think that he could do something in return. But now he did.

"But even if you do whore yourself out for me, it's not going to affect me in any way." He continued, lying straight through his teeth. In reality George got to him a lot, but he just wanted to get under his skin.

George hated how cocky and smug Dream sounded. Had he not been putting in enough effort to make Dream break? He thought he had been doing too much, the comments and flirts were a little ridiculous at times. Dream always made him flustered, just this once he wanted to return the favor.

He was going to have to up his ante.

An innocent pout pulled at George's lips, "Isn't that what I do, Dream? Don't my words have some kind of effect on you?" He asked.

Dream boastfully grinned, "Nope, not at all, pretty boy."

George smirked, oh how much he loved making Dream eat his words."Don't they get your mind racing? Thinking about things you perhaps shouldn't be thinking about?" He suggested.

Dream's face dropped, almost horrified and terrified at the sudden change of tone George had. "N-no." He stuttered out, suddenly feeling way too nervous. He hated how his voice almost cracked, the slight tremble in his voice.

George chuckled, "I think my words get to you a little more than you're letting on Dream. I think my words go into your ears and straight down to your dick." He concluded.

Dream hadn't ever heard George be this confident, ever. It was incredibly out of character for him, but it almost pleased Dream that this bet was getting him out of his shell. They were close, but George almost never retaliated or reciprocated the teasing. But now, thanks to this little bet and the current month, he was always running his mouth.

Dream felt his breathing pick up, his stomach lurch and his heart start to flutter as he willed himself to not get a boner. It was easier said than done, however, because as soon as the word dick was mentioned, it was all he could focus on. He almost wanted to punch himself in the face. Bad Dream! God, why couldn't he think about anything other than his dick?

Dream defensively scoffed, "W-what? No, shut up." He tried stupidly. Great, nice one, really told him off.

George's smirk grew impossibly wider, he had Dream exactly where he wanted him. "Is that all you think with, Dream? Your dick?" He taunted, making Dream's cheeks burn a crimson red. "I think that every single time you think of me, it all goes down into your cock."

Dream felt his stomach flip, but George continued. "I bet every time you hear my voice, your thoughts run wild."

Dream felt himself get frantic now. "No, they don't." He defended.

Dream could almost hear George's smirk through his headphones. "Are you sure? Because I think that all you can think about is that photo."

Dream's eyes widened. He knew exactly what photo he was talking about. "Wha-"

But George cut him off, "I bet that's all you do. Think about how much you wanted to be there with me. Explore my waist with your hands, feel my skin beneath your fingertips." He continued, his voice laced with seduction and pure lust. Dream tried not to listen, but that's all he could think about. George and his pretty words. "Hm, maybe you think about what it'd feel like if I was touching you. What'd it feel like to have me touch you all over those places craving some sort of friction."

Dream swore he felt his room grow in temperature. Did someone turn the fucking heater on? All he could feel was heat.

"Don't you ever think about that Dreamy?" He asked again.

Dream was on the edge of his seat, he shouldn't be listening, he was already half hard, and practically drooling from his lips. Listening to this was just self-sabotage at this point. Click off the call, he told himself. Leave, so you don't have to put yourself through the pain of getting yet another boner and not being able to fix it.

But he just fucking couldn't. George had him in a trance, a pained, agonizingly beautiful trance. And by no means did Dream want to leave. Dream couldn't respond, however. No words even came to his mind when he tried to respond to that. He wasn't usually this nervous, this anxious or submissive. But it was George and George was fucking everything.

George's eyes held a mischievous glint as he eyed the call. Dream's icon still displayed on the top of his screen. He could hear Dream's breathless pants through his headphones. God he was having way too much fun with this. George's smirk was fucking massive, he couldn't help but feel a little turned on himself, but all he could think about was how much Dream was struggling, and how close he was to losing everything. He just needed a little push.

And Dream was struggling. Dream had to dig into some pretty mentally scarring and dark stuff hidden in the back of his mind to stop himself from getting hard, and still it was only barely working. He did not, under any circumstance, want to get a boner right now. Not when George was speaking like this. Speaking so damn sexily.

He didn't know what he'd do.

George bit his lip, waiting to drop the bombshell he had been waiting to. He wanted Dream to lose all control. And he knew exactly how to do it.

He grinned, "Hell, maybe if I was there, you could.. fuck the living daylights out of me."

And that's what fucking did it.

Dream felt the cloth of his jeans shrink half of its size, his cock aching and painfully hard, waiting for something. Dream was dumbfounded, a slight puff to his breaths as he tormentingly replayed the words over and over again in his mind. And now that's all he could think about.

How easy it could be to pin the brunette on his bed. Hold him down by his wrists, as his tongue explored every inch of his gorgeous body. Hear the pretty little sounds the boy made when he made him feel good, worship his entire being.

And how fucking satisfying it would be to feel friction, when Dream's stiff cock would slide into George's tight hole.

Dream suddenly choked on his saliva, which was currently polling up in his mouth and sliding down his throat with how intoxicating his thoughts were.

A triumphant huff pulled Dream from his thoughts. His eyes shifted back, refocusing on the screen in front of him. Oh n- "Goodnight Dream." George said finally, sounding a little too pleased with himself.

Dream's eyes widened. "No, no, wait you little-" The ding of George disconnecting rang through his head once again. "Fucker.."

Dream sat slumped, defeated in his chair. His pants were so tight, he couldn't bear it anymore. It was so painful, so fucking painful. Just get rid of it, his mind begged him, please just put us out of this ungodly misery. But he couldn't.

Instead, Dream pitifully headed to bed, trying his absolute hardest to ignore the gut-wrenching throb between his legs. He had never been this hard before. This was at an alltime high. George just had such an affect on him, that it was almost concerning.

Dream's hand itched to slide down his body. Reach beneath his pants and finally satisfy the desire that had been building up inside of him for the last few weeks. It was so fucking intense, the sexual frustration, the need to just release. But he couldn't, he wouldn't let himself.

Was it even really worth it? He asked himself. All of this pain just to have bragging rights? But his competitive nature was overbearing. One more week, and then it will all be over. One more week and you can finally jerk off.

Dream was almost in tears at the thought of reaching the end of the week. He honestly thought that holding off for this long and then finally being able to satisfy his needs would almost make the whole experience ten times more rewarding, ten times more pleasurable.

Maybe after the week was over, he'd go out and fuck a stranger just to feel alive again. Maybe after the week is over he could set up a whole room, dedicated to this coronation of sorts.

Maybe after the week is over, he'll fly the little brat over here himself, just to fulfill the promise he had made to him.

Dream went to sleep that night with only one thing on his mind.

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HAPPY VALENTINES DAY LOVES !!

this was supposed to be longer but the way the story is written would've made the chapter like over 4000 words and my writing is long enough as it is. uhm the attention this is getting is actually insane, yall need to chill. like i thought i was horny, how does the first chapter have more views than the authors note, which is first??? like do yall reread it??? WHAT??? also dream will forever radiate big dick energy in my eyes but rn he's being a lil bitch, like cmon use that little mouth you horny slut.


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