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A cool autumn breeze flies in and around the deserted streets.
The men-made lights illuminate the grey concrete. Some cars pass, a couple of people chat as they walk, if you focus you could hear the faint sound of TVs and the domestic atmosphere reigns supreme on this cool, fall evening.
The leaves dance in the wind, a distant melody is born between the shades of lime and gold. Insects roam around the street lights, confused by the brightness, allured by the pure white and eventually killed by it. Like Icarus, flying too close to the sun brought them to their demise, basking in greatness and glory, for it to brutally hit them back to reality and burn alive.
Not everything is peace and quiet in the chilly air of late October, somewhere, voices rise high, colors fly in the cobalt sky, sweat and tears wet the green painted skins. Students leach forward over the metal bleachers, screaming, stomping their feet, as the time on the clock ticks and decreases.
Shining bodies push and ram into each other, all equally exhausted, both physically and mentaly. Patches of freshly cut grass are left untouched by the brute force of the collisions, while others are blindly destroyed by messy steps. The game is tied, the blocky red numbers countdown to an inevitable end, good or bad.
A flash of green and gold
The star player, the fan favourite, the lucky boy. He runs at top speed across the field, darting between the others and aligning along the sidelines. The ending is near, excitement and anxiousness mix in the air rather harmoniously. There it is.
The football tears the deep blue sky open, landing with accuracy in the player’s hands.
Touchdown.
The crowd goes wild. The fans scream, cry, whoop in joy and happiness, some even rip their shirts as the adrenaline bumps in their fuzzy minds.
“And this incredible game is won by LMB Highschool, thanks to the amazing last minute save from the fan favourite: Dream!!” The announcer voice booms through the mic, a light buzz covers the authentic voice.The stadium cheers with hysteria, the thrill is shared amongst many people and it doesn’t die down as the crowd slowly, but chaotically, gets out and spills over the dim lit streets.
A chocolate tuft of hair can be spotted admiring the almost empty field, the unamused eyes scan from the high place he stands. A repeated flick off the thumb chips away at the black nail polish, leaving the nude color of the nails to peek through. The boy is leaning on the cold railing, a leg behind the other and elbows propped against the metal tube.
He watches as the winning team slowly gets inside the locker, locking eyes with the golden prodigy. The blond looks up at the other man, smiling cheekily and flicking the sweat-drenched hair back with a swift motion, before entering the private space.
A smile creeps, his pink tinted lips curl up and his tongue pops out, licking the dryness off.
The innocent smile turns into something else, transforming into a cheeky grin. Pearly white teeth grazed the biten skin, blood rushing in for just a second before disappearing. The small man kicks his leg forward to stand up properly, the tip of black combat boots barely scratching the rough surface underneath.
He slowly moves towards the stairs, taking time and enjoying the starry sky above and the clouds floating weightless. The pink fingertips tickle as they still make contact with the metal railing. Descending the concrete stairs, his steps echo in the building, a signal of his entrance to whoever is still inside.
The boy navigates the cold lit corridors with ease, like he knows this place like the back of his hand. He rustles and plays with rusty keys, unlocking a door and entering a staff only zone. Voices can be heard in the distance, small and far.
The boy stops in front of the lockers, back against the wall and playing with the stolen keys. The voices stop and steps draw closer and closer, the brunette doesn’t flinch or move as a tall figure approaches, not bothering even to make eye contact.
“Well hello there.” A deep voice speaks.
Finally the boy moves his bored but playful gaze onto the figure, now standing over him.
The brunette chuckles. “Nice game, Dream.”
“Thanks George.” The blond responds with the same tone, monotone but teasing at the same time. “What are you doing here?”
A laugh filters through George’s pink nose. “Don’t pretend to not know, big boy,” Dream raises one eyebrow in interest, “I’m here to give you your prize .” The brunette whispers the last word, finally standing up straight and taking the tanned wrist into his hand.
“Oh” Dream responds with a massive grin.
They enter the desolated lockers, the sound of their steps bounce against the cold walls and the air is still concentrated with the vapour of the shower nearby. The blond sits on a wooden bench, now looking up at the chocolate eyes.
“So?” Dream asks.
George laughs. “Since you did you good,” the boy hums, “you deserve a special gift from me”
“And the gift is?” Dream moves one hand, placing it on the thin waist and massaging the fabric.
The brunette giggles once more before dropping to his knees, Dream feels the heat pooling in his groin and takes a quick breath of air. The dark eyes scan the freckled face, George’s tongue wets the pink lips.
“Oh this prize.” Dream’s fingers graze the hot cheeks of the small man, earning a giddy smile.
Pale hands tug at the blond’s shorts, pulling down both the shorts and the boxers, leaving Dream’s cock free. The man hitches from the sudden coldness, but the uncomfortable feeling is replaced by a pleasure filled shiver as George hooks his pale fingers on Dream’s erection, teasing the head by putting the wet lips over it.
His tongue slowly runs across the slit, making the other groan loudly. He detaches his mouth from Dream, before licking a wet stripe from the bottom to the top of Dream’s cock, following the pulsing hot veins until he reaches the tip again.
George takes the head of Dream’s dick in his mouth, tightening his lips around it and swirling his tongue fast around the red tip, savoring the salty taste of precum. Dream moaned as he threads his fingers in between the deep chocolate hair, gently rubbing circles into the scalp.
Dream sputtered. “Fuck.”
George is unfairly good with his mouth and he’s very aware of that as he swiftly takes on almost Dream’s entire length, holding back a gag from escaping his cock-filled throat.
“You pretty boy,” Dream praises, head rolled back and gaze on the ceiling. “This feels so g-good...”
George moans at the praise, the vibrations travelling through Dream and making the blond shiver. He pulls off with a slick pop, lips covered in a mix of spit and precum. “Yeah?”
He obtains a pitiful whine as Dream puts his other hand in his hair and pushes George’s mouth on the head of his cock. George licks the slit rather vigorously, as he palms himself with his free hand under his shorts.
“Oh you pretty little thing,” Dream breaths, “Can I fuck you mouth?”
George slurs as he pulls off Dream just enough, a trail of saliva shines. “ Always ”
And with that, Dream uses his grip to push George’s head down further than before. The walls of George’s mouth feeling hotter as Dream slowly pushes in, forcing himself down George’s esophagus. Dream doesn’t let George adjust, knowing full well he and the other have done it so many times that the boy’s throat is practically the shape perfect for his cock. So he starts to work into George, ramming his cock hard inside .
The small boy’s eyes start to water, blurring his vision of Dream blissful, red face. Even at the restless pace, George tries to work his tongue over the head and attempts to follow each and every vein. Small but rough tugs make the brunette groan, the roots of his chocolate colored hair abused by a lust guided hand.
bzz
A silent buzz interrupts. Dream lets go of George’s head entirely, reaching for his phone in his pocket. The smaller man stays there, resting Dream’s cock on his tongue, heavy and hard, warming it. Dream unlocks his phone, failing a couple of times as his fingers are slippery with sweat.
Sapnap
<Dude what’s taking you so long?>
<Got yourself lost again?>
Dream
<stfu>
<I’m coming back in a minute>
Sapnap
<hurry up>
He leaves the last message unread. He groans in displeasure, putting his phone next to him on the bench.
“We have to hurry, baby boy.” A soft teasing tone, gently patting George’s hair. A pitiful whine escapes George’s throat.
"I know… I wanted to have more fun with you too, my pretty" A tanned hand cups the rosy cheeks, before returning to the silky smooth hair. "Let's finish what we started."
With ferocity, Dream thrusts into George’s mouth, saliva spilling from the stretched side of the strawberry lips. Beads of fluid tickle their way down, the strong musty scent of Dream’s cock embedded into George’s mouth.
The smaller boy lets himself be used as a toy as he strokes his aching cock, the feeling of his own orgasm grows. Dream’s thrusts turn more and more, wanting, the rhythm becoming sloppier by the seconds.
The blond finally comes, white spills down George’s abused throat and Dream pulls out just in time to paint the red fucked face. George comes shortly after, barely missing his black jeans. Dream gets up first, helping the other as he stands up with wobbly, bruised knees.
George washes his hands and face, the coldness of the rusty water stings his skin. The droplets tickle, running down the gentle curves of his jaw, the metal taste of the water blends with the bitter salty aroma that coats George’s mouth.
They both exit the lockers, tacking a shortcut through a stinky closet. The emergency exit sign illuminates the surrounding area as the two boys finally emerge from the concrete building.
The fresh scent of the night hit George’s nose, a bunch of debris irritates the boy’s nostrils. The wind is delicate, moving the air around, dancing with the dust and leaves on the ground, creating a weak little tornado that quickly dissipates in the leading wind of the ocean.
“Hey,” Dream speaks, looking at his phone. “The others are on the opposite side, let’s go.”
George nods. Dream walks ahead, a fast but manageable pace, somehow steady after the intense game. George’s leather boots scratch the sidewalk as they pass over the old cracked concrete, the blue tint of the streetlights colors their moving figures.
A car passes by, leaves crunch under their shoes. George’s gaze jumps around, focusing on small little details. A small star sticker on a bench, a beige mushroom peeking from the bushes, a large crack beneath him. Anything, everything, to try to prepare.
Loud chatting breaks their silence as they get closer to a group of people, they all sit near a wooden bench. “Babe!”
A girl runs up to them, jumping in Dream’s welcoming arms. They spin around, the blondie planting a chaste kiss onto Dream’s forehead, giggling as the man sets her down, he returns the sweet kiss with another.
George has witnessed this sight so many times. Oh so many times… he tries his very best to feel happy for his best friend. But alas his heart aches a little, threatening to break right there, in front of everyone, in front of him.
“Hey baby,” Dream’s tone is sickenly sweet, it makes George nauseous. “Did you enjoy the show?”
The girl giggles, arms resting around Dream’s neck. “Of course! You did great!” Her gaze fixes itself on George. “Oh George, I didn’t know you were here too...” The tone uncertain, trying its best to sound genuine and polite.
“Yeah,” He replies, the words are heavy on the tongue. “I was waiting for Dream, I wanted to congratulate him before I went home.” George smiles.
Dream turns to him. “Wait, you’re not coming with us to the after game party?” A tad bit of disappointment can be detected in his tone. George looks at him, attempting his best ‘sorry bud I can’t come cuz you and your girlfriend make me uncomfortable since we fuck and she doesn’t know’ face. But to someone else it might look like a simple sad expression. He gives the tall man a plain shake of the head.
“Aw, too bad.” The girl gives George an apologetic look, a fake one, but it’s still nice of her to try.
George shrugs, the fabric of the jacket crinkles with the movement. A heavy arm wraps around him, the weight pulling him down.
“C’mon Gogy wogy, you can’t leave me” Sapnap fake whines, not catching the sour look from Dream.
George grabs the letterman jacket, simultaneously pulling the arm up and dipping his head low, freeing himself. “Sorry Soggynap, but I’m not a replacement for Karl.”
Sapnap huffs and George laughs, it’s a little bit forced.
“We see you tomorrow then?” Dream put a warm hand on the brunette’s shoulder, finally letting go of the girl’s waist. A pitiful smile rests onto Dream’s face. George swallows; he still tastes the bitterness in his mouth.
He nods and backs away, feeling the tanned freckled hand touch disappear. “Yeah. See ya.”
He walks away, a few shabby goodbyes thrown at him. His feet feel heavy, a clump of salty saliva collects in his throat, a wave of nausea hits him like a truck.
The starry sky judges him, the silence is louder than anything. The stars stare, the clouds stare, the trees, the bushes, the rocks. Everything feels overwhelming as George walks in the cold night. His inhales are choppy, he gulps a couple of times, his eyes sting a but.
But it’s his fault.
He put himself in this situation, now he’ll deal with it.
But the heart can’t help but feel dull, the malinchonic tune of life plays with the love he has but can never get. The strangely blooming gardenias dance in the wind, a sweet aroma sneaks in between George’s clothes.
It finds a way to engulf the man, traveling under the folds, tickling the skin. The night is cold now, ruthless and unforgiving, darkness swallows George’s body and mind as he walks home without a warm hand to accompany him back.