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Dream knew it was a joke, that it wasn't real- but God, George looked so pretty when he cried. Sure they were fake, but those eyes spilling over onto those pretty lips were because of him. Dream made George cry.
He kept seeing the clips all over his timeline, he could follow the tears down George's jawline, falling on his collarbone. Dream searched for it, watching it over and over. Each of the fake sobs sent tendrils down Dream's spine, heat pooling in his gut, cock twitching against whatever he was wearing.
He didn't let himself take care of it, though. It felt wrong- to get off to his best friend. Dream hadn't let himself cum in weeks, not since he'd rubbed one out the very second they'd ended that stream. It was the hardest he'd ever came, he made a mess of his shirt, his desk, and he just barely missed his keyboard. All to the thought of George crying. Those tears, those shaky breaths, that fucking face.
He was hard just thinking about it. His dick straining against his boxers, already leaking from being ignored so long. Dream thrusted slowly against his pillow- not enough to cum, but just enough so he didn't combust. He knew he was being too loud, that he sounded like a whore at every little bit of friction.
He needed to fucking cum, but all he could think about was George. How he would look sobbing around Dream's cock- pushing so deep into his throat that he can't even struggle, fucking him so hard he can't quiet his sobs long enough to ask Dream to 'Stop' 'Slow down, please.'
Dream bit into his shoulder, careful not to draw blood, to try to get the thoughts out of his head. His hips still thrusting desperately against the pillow, soaking it in the sheer mass of precum leaking from his cock.
He almost let his hand dip into his boxers, almost let himself give in the the disrespectful objectification of his best friend. But a notification tore his hands away before they could even reach past his hip bones.
Georgie
hey can we call?
please
need you
God, George needed him. Something terrible happened, and Dream had been too busy being a disgusting perv. He was actually sub-human. Dream steadied his breathing, throwing the pillow across his room and calling George as soon as he trusted himself not to moan.
"George, you okay? What happened?"
He heard a sniffle on the other end of the line, sharp uneven breaths as George tried to speak.
"They- I. Dream, I don't know why- God, I'm."
"You're crying." Dream hoped it sounded like he was concerned, hoped George didn't notice that Dream really couldn't keep his hand from diving into his boxers; fingers soaking in his own precum, teeth biting down on his lower lip hard enough to draw blood to keep from moaning.
Another sniffle, George almost sounded like he was hyperventilating trying to get words out. God, it was fucking heaven. Dream felt like the most vile person for getting off on George's obvious distress.
"Dream. It's so stupid, I'm so- so fucking stupid," George whined- he fucking whined. All high-pitched, breathy, and drawn out.
Dream tasted the blood on his lip, trying to remind himself that it was absolutely not appropriate to be jerking off. "George, it's not stupid. Just- What's wrong?"
George steadied his breathing, soft whines and wheezes as he inhaled and exhaled directly into the mic. Directly into Dream's ears. And it went directly to Dream's dick. His imagination downright disgraceful- images of George kissing him through sobs, his tears falling onto Dream as he stumbled to his knees, hungry for Dream's cock.
"They didn't think I was pretty." George's voice was low, sniffling through his words, and whining with every breath.
"What? Who wouldn't think you're pretty, George? You're the prettiest person I've ever seen." Dream tried to make his voice as even as he could, ignoring his desperation. George needed him.
"I don't know- God, just these guys. I went to a- it was a club. And I just wanted- I. They didn't think I was pretty." He sounded a bit more himself, only sniffling every few words. "I just wanted someone to want me- It's so stupid. I'm being so stupid, Dream."
"You want someone to want you?" Dream asked, unable to stop the hopes rising from his horrible awful leaking cock.
"People always talk about how- you always talk about how pretty I am. And I know those are jokes, but I just. It's been so long- too long since someone wanted me. And I thought I could go out-" George sounded like he was going to start crying again, breathing harder, whining through his words, making Dream's cock feel like it was filling with molten lava.
"What did you want, George?"
"I just wanted attention, wanted someone to want to fuck me. Just me. I just- God it's so fucking stupid and self centered and dumb."
Dream felt his head swirl, his hand froze on his cock as he tried to process that. He wanted to tell George- what he was doing all because of George and how pretty he is. If he thought about it for longer than half a second, he would've figured out that it was a horrible idea. George was upset, he didn't need his friend being a horny creep over him. He didn't think.
"I want you." Dream felt a moan in his throat as he spoke.
"Don't say that, please. You can't joke about that. It isn't funny, I'm actually re- I'm really upset and you can't- that's so. You're so fucking mean." George was crying again, hard. Harder than he was before, and it was Dream's fault. He should feel like shit, but just imagining those tears on George's face- all because of him- it was intoxicating.
"I'm being so serious. I want you, George. I can't imagine why anyone wouldn't want you, you're so fucking pretty George. So pretty." Dream didn't know if he was helping, he couldn't control anything he was saying. The words fell out of his mouth, a mix of George crying and his cock begging for some sort of release had his inhibitions so beyond low.
"Stop joking."
"Do you wanna see how serious I am? How much I fucking want you? How pretty I think you are?" Dream was going to throw himself out his window, cut out his brain, cut off his stupid selfish dick. He was being a creep, only thinking of himself when George needed him.
"Show me." George hiccuped, sniffling and sobbing as he choked out the words.
Dream was an asshole.
"You sure?" Dream asked, a semblance of his humanity breaking through his horrible overwhelming horniness.
"Yeah- yes. Whatever shitty joke you're- just go ahead."
"It's not a joke, George." Dream turned on his camera, aiming it to the mess in his boxers. Palming himself through the fabric, whining and moaning as he showed George. "It's all because of you."
"You- You're jacking off?" George swallowed a breath, sniffling as Dream made sure the camera caught every bit of his depravity.
"Because of pretty you are, how pretty you sound, how fucking- god, George you're so beautiful. I want you."
"Can you- more please? I wanna see more."
"Can I see you?" Dream asked, sitting up to position his phone where George could see all of him. One hand dipping under his boxers, his cock leaking so much more precum. His other hand pulling his shirt off, it stuck to his skin with all the sweat. Dream could hear George whine as he felt his abs hit the cold air.
"I look awful, I'm all puffy and cry-y."
"Fuck, George. Please, I have to see. Want to see how pretty you are when you cry. You're- God, I've been thinking about it for so long. Please can I see?"
George's breath hitched, that sharp inhale and soft sniffle. Dream didn't hear what he said as he turned on his camera, something low and soft.
Dream almost came just from the sight, George looked so fucking wrecked. Tears still falling from his eyes, his face all pink and swollen. His hands wiping at his eyes with his sleeves.
"Jesus fucking christ, George. Can I- is it ok?" Dream moaned, he needed permission, he needed to know it was ok to want George.
"I want you to. I want you to cum from me. Want you to want me. Dream, please." George was crying again, tears falling hard and fast, dripping down his body.
Dream couldn't think, he finally had permission. He let his spit fall from his mouth to his cock, George whined at the sight. He really wished he could make it more of a show for George, but he needed to fucking cum. It had been too fucking long, too long he had kept it all in. Dream moaned and praised George as he pumped his cock, staring at those delicious watering eyes.
"So fucking pretty for me, George. Such a pretty little crybaby. You get me so hard, been weeks. I want you so much. I don't know how anyone could ever not want you. You're so fucking beautiful. So pretty for me."
Dream only lasted five minutes, looking at the tears staining George's cheeks. His cum didn't stop for another five minutes, pumping and emptying his cock until he could think again.
"Thank you."
Dream looked at the situation, really looked at it. George sobbing on the phone, watching him cum to it. Fuck.
"George, fuck. I'm so sorry. You didn't need that. I'm so- Fuck. George."
"You wanted me. I needed you to want me. It's ok." George's voice was still shaky, tears still falling lightly as he spoke.
"No- George. I still want you, I always want you. You're my best friend." Dream didn't know what to do, he didn't know how to fix it. He didn't even know if he'd done anything wrong. He just knew that he was the worst fucking friend in the world. "Are- Are you okay?"
"I'm okay. Just, can you help me? I don't know if I can touch by myself."
"Help how?"
"Tell me what you want me to do," George laughed a little, the smile breaking the drying tears. He moved his chair back from the camera, letting Dream see the tent in his sweatpants.
"Do you really want to?"
"Please, Dream."
Dream pushed away all of his critical thinking skills, he was going to help George. This was how George needed help.
"Can you wipe your tears for me?"
George nodded, rubbing his sweater against his face.
"Do you have a bottle of water on your desk?" George nodded. "Can you drink it for me?"
Dream watched as George swallowed, drinking the entire bottle in one breath.
"You're doing so good, Georgie. So good for me. Do you still want to touch?" Dream didn't know what he was doing, he just wanted George to be ok. He wanted to make up for being so selfish and disgusting.
"Yeah, I do. Do you still wanna help? You don't have to if you don't want to."
"Of course I want to help. Can you lick your hand, nice and wet?"
George started working his tongue over his hand, stopping to suck on his fingers. Mouth moving so obscenely as he hollowed his cheeks and smiled as they popped out of his lips.
"Do you want your fingers?"
George paused but shook his head no.
"That's ok baby. You're doing so fucking good. Can you show me your uh- fuck I don't know. Can you show me your cock?"
George laughed, like normal. Loud and undeniable. "My cock. Yes, of course." He was still laughing as he pulled the band of his sweatpants down enough to let his cock swing free.
"Wonderful cock, indeed." Dream laughed with him, hoping George was more ok. That didn't keep him from taking in the absolute masterpiece George had hidden away- it was so big. At least, bigger than Dream's.
"What next, Dream?" George's voice was more full, breaking through his smile.
"Want you to cum, Georgie."
George moved his hands- both of them- onto his dick, pumping them up and down. Gasping and moaning as he whispered "Is this ok?"
"Fuck, George. That's beautiful. You're doing so good, so good for me. Can you spit on it?"
George let a glob of spit fall down onto his cock, falling down the head and covering his hands as they kept pumping it. Whining and moaning and trying to stumble his words out, "Li- like that, Dream? Was that good?"
"Yes, baby. You're doing so good. Does it feel good?" George let out a high-pitched hum, nodding his head before throwing it back against the chair with a moan.
"Would you like it if it was my spit, my mouth, my throat, Georgie?" That same hum, as George's legs started to shake just a little. "Go faster for me."
George went faster, pumping his hands more erratically, moaning louder and sitting his head up to look straight at the camera. His mouth open, lips twitching.
"You're so pretty, George. Wish I could taste you, wish I could wrap my tongue so gently around you and have you push into my throat. Wanna feel your hands tugging at my hair, your sweet thighs under my hands as I blow you. Would you like that?"
"Fuck- Dream, yes."
"How about my hole? Do you wanna push in there all tight and wet and hot? You'd be the very first."
"Oh fuck. Please, yes, God. Wanna fuck you so bad. Wanna feel you. Wanna cum inside you." George moaned through his words, loud and angelic. Dream felt his cock twitch at the thought of George taking his virginity- well part of his virginity.
"Can you show me how you would? Spit on it again and just use your hips to move, pretend your hands are me. Can you do that for me, George?"
"Yes- yes, fuck." George spit, enough to cover almost his entire cock, holding his hands still and thrusting up with his hips. Fucking his hands. Fucking Dream. He moved so fast, desperate and aching for it.
"You're doing so good for me, Georgie. You're being such a good boy."
George moaned so loud, Dream thought the entirety of London could hear him. His cum falling all over his fingers as his body twitched and twisted over the force of it.
"You're so pretty, George. So beautiful. I want you. You're amazing and I love being your friend, I love how you talk and all your little jokes. And I love watching you cum."
The words rang out as George caught his breath, heaving against his chair as he tried to regain his functions.
"God. You're good at that. Thank you, Dream."
"Anytime."
They sat in silence another minute, Dream just watched as George shuffled around in his chair. He could see the cum dripping onto the leather seat but didn't say anything, hoping it would stain and Dream could see it again.
"Sorry about earlier."
"It was hot, just wasn't in the right mental space." George winked at Dream, all over exaggerated and ridiculous, "Remind me never to call you if my grandma dies."
"I mean your grandma is kinda hot, not gonna lie."
"You are so not allowed to say that with cum all over you."
"Yeah, you're hotter."
"You really like when I cry?"
Dream flinched a little, he had hoped George wouldn't mention it. "Yeah, it's weird."
"Nah, it's cool. I'll call you if I'm ever sobbing about something stupid and you can go feral over it, promise." George laughed, smiling as he cleaned himself up. He didn't notice the spot on the seat.