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As a London boy, George wasn’t too fond of hot days.
Used to clouds and rainy days, he found comfort in slightly colder zones and warm and cozy clothes. Never having to deal with sweating like a pig, or one layer of clothes feeling like one too many.
He liked it like that, he liked the freedom of deciding whenever he wanted to be warmer or not. And more than just liking it, it was everything he knew and was used to. Whenever he had gone to other places that weren’t as chill as his home city, he didn’t particularly enjoy himself nor wanted to repeat the experience.
Days had no business being warmer than twenty five Celsius degrees. That’s the conclusion he’s gotten to and decided he didn’t like temperatures any higher than that.
So, no amount of mentally preparing himself would’ve been enough for him to be ready for Florida weather.
Living with his two best friends was everything he had wished for and more. Being able to touch them, long discord calls replaced by face-to-face conversations, and even staying silent for hours not doing anything but enjoying sharing the same physical space. And of course, finally seeing Dream’s face, as he always wanted to.
It was fair to say, he was the happiest he’s been in a long time. That last month of his life was the best one he’s had so far and he knew it was only just starting.
But he just couldn’t get used to the high temperatures.
The state’s inability to produce the weather of any season other than summer, and how twenty-five degrees was almost considered a chillier day there, was seriously getting to his head. Hot day after hot day, he couldn’t get a freaking break.
In simple words, it fucking sucked.
And George was pissed. He was upset.
He’s been trying to endure it as best as he could and not let it affect him, knowing it was a matter of getting used to it. But today, it was simply too much.
From the moment he woke up, everything had been shit, a pool of sweat on his sheets and body a little too hot for his liking. Just with that, he knew the moment the sun fully raised he would be in quite literally a living hell.
He had to change clothes not even halfway through the day because of how much he was sweating, and had to take a shower twice so his already burning skin wouldn’t set on fire because of the stupid sun.
God fuck, why was the house so warm even with the AC on?
George walked to the kitchen, joggers and t-shirt feeling like too much fabric, feeling itchy and hair sticking to his forehead. He scratched his neck carefully, trying to get some relief from the itchiness without taking his scent patch off on accident.
Fuck, he hated using those. He couldn’t be more uncomfortable if he tried to.
Not only they irritated his skin, but he was hyper-aware of it and how little he could smell his own scent the whole fucking time he wears it. Sadly, when living with two alphas, sometimes they became necessary, and today was one of those days.
The boy opened the freezer, looking for anything that could help him survive. But after a few seconds, he let out a loud sigh.
The day kept getting worse and worse.
First the fucking sun existed, then they didn’t have anything cold that he liked for him to eat.
The brunet was about to curse out loud and go back to his room to be miserable until sleep claimed him, but then, he heard the light sound of the tv in the distance. Quickly closing the fridge, he turned around to head to the living room. Maybe things could still be fixed, or at least be more bearable.
He didn’t stop walking until he stood in front of the couch, just a few steps away from the blond currently watching reruns of some American Football game.
The boy glanced up to look at him. George spoke right away.
“We’re out of ice cream.”
Dream blinked a few times, taken back by the sudden words. Then, he smiled, letting out a soft chuckle.
The omega loved his friend’s laugh, always making him happy to hear him. But right now, it only made him annoyed.
Because he knew what he would respond.
“There’s some chocolate one in the fridge.” The British sighed, rolling his eyes.
“I don’t like that one, it tastes like crap.” No ice cream meant no ice cream, what part wasn’t clear? Obviously he didn’t want the one they had, and that’s why it didn’t count, or he wouldn’t be having that conversation. “I want vanilla.”
The alpha raised an eyebrow, shifting to face him more directly.
“You were eating it yesterday, though,” he said. George huffed loudly, his chest burning with annoyance and resisting the urge to mock his tone and tell him to fuck off. Was his friend trying to be insufferable on purpose? There was no need to point those things out, he was complaining for a reason.
“And I didn’t like it.” The blond chuckled. The brunet frowned. He really wasn’t in the mood for his playful banter right now. “Dream,” he whined.
He knew he was being bitchy. And he knew the boy wasn’t to blame, so he shouldn’t be taking it on him. But to be honest, he couldn’t find the strength to stop himself. He really wasn’t having it today, and he just needed something to make himself feel better.
The American looked at him, laughing softly again before shaking his head, reaching for the remote to turn the tv off. He stood up next, moving closer to him and offering him an understanding smile.
“Want me to buy you some?”
“Yeah.”
“Alright, we needed some groceries anyways.” The omega relaxed slightly with the promise of getting what he asked for, not so pissed off anymore. “Want anything else?”
“A rainy day.” Dream snorted to his words.
“Don’t think I can give you that, but I’ll try.” The brunet couldn’t help but smile at that.
“Thanks,” he mumbled, because he wasn’t a complete ungrateful asshole despite his previous behavior.
As he watched the boy head to the front door, George let himself fall onto the couch, sighing to himself. God, his head was starting to hurt because of the stupid sun, and guilt was now kicking in for being rude to his best friend for no reason.
He hated getting like that, moody and snappy to everything and anything. But there wasn’t much he could do about it, not when his hormones were all over the place like they were now.
Stupid biology and stupid body functions.
For the most part, George had never had much to complain about his heats. Unlike other omegas, he was blessed with regular cycles, getting his heat every three months as expected. And whenever he got it, it was never too intense. He didn’t go full crazy, barely conscious of what he was doing and losing all his senses, as he’s heard other people experience.
But if there was one thing that he was cursed with, it was the pre-heat symptoms. The weeks prior to getting it were literal nightmares. His hormones would randomly spike and make him irritable, sensitive and, sometimes, needy, for hours and even days at a time. He could never be sure when he would wake up feeling like the world was against him, or how long it would last. He only knew it meant his heat was close, and the bad days would continue to happen until he got it.
He hated it, it was the worst. And he couldn’t help but feel like a walking cliché for getting the oh so stereotypical hormones effects that people always made fun of.
But this was his luck, and he had to endure it.
And now, a little over two weeks away from the peak of his cycle, he was trying to do just that.
The brunet stretched, trying to relax, then deciding to take his scent patch off. The only reason he was wearing it was because he knew his scent was a bit stronger than usual, and didn’t want to affect his friend’s moods with his own emotions. But Sapnap had gone out for the weekend, and Dream had just left, so there wasn’t a need to wear it for now.
He closed his eyes next, taking deep breaths until his body felt less tense and the headache wasn’t as intense.
And now, he was bored.
Ever since he got to Florida, he could count with the fingers of one hand the times he felt bored. And each of those times, the problem was easily fixed by annoying one of his friends. But now he was alone, for the first time since he moved in. So he had to find a way to entertain himself on his own.
George’s eyes opened instantly.
… Home alone.
The boy bit his lip, a part of him cursing his mind for instantly going there .
But, could he really blame himself?
He knew perfectly well one of the reasons he was particularly hormonal this time around, was because of how little attention he’s been paying to his body needs for a while now. In the month he had been living there, he hadn't gotten any relief not even once, and the lack of taking care of said needs made all those feelings pill up.
To be fair, he didn’t usually do it that often anyways before coming to the States. He felt the urge here and there, but the effect doing that had on him wasn’t the same as in most people. So, he mostly avoided engaging in those acts, unless it really felt necessary.
Yet it still went from rarely to never , and his body was starting to take notice.
And by taking notice, he meant waking up with a problem almost every day for the past week or so.
He didn’t dare to do anything about it, not with his alpha friends in the house. They could easily notice he did something by the way his scent would change, and he didn’t want to deal with the awkwardness of that.
But now, they weren’t there.
His feet moved before he could process his own actions, heading upstairs and getting to his room in record time. And as soon as he entered it, he took his shirt off and threw it away, hopping onto the bed and laying on it. His pants were off in a matter of seconds too, spreading his legs to get straight to work.
It wasn’t difficult to get in the mood, the promise of some needed pleasure being enough to fill him with excitement; how long he’s waited only increasing his desire to do it already.
His fingers found his entrance, rubbing circles over it to stimulate himself and get his body to produce some slick. There was already a bit of it there just from his hormonal state, so it only took a few seconds for him to be able to push a digit in.
He closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling, aiming for the spot he liked right away because he needed the relief and he needed it right now .
It was nice, the stimulation was welcomed and made his breathing slightly heavier. So he added a second one, working his fingers in and out in the pace that was usually more effective.
Good, it felt good. And for the way his walls were squeezing him in he could tell he truly needed it. Which made sense, he hadn’t had anything inside since around two weeks before leaving England.
For the most part, he would simply jerk off when he needed to get off. Fucking himself took too much work, so he rarely did it outside his heats. It’s not like he was lazy, but he cared about things being efficient, so why would waste time and energy on something if there was an easier way to accomplish the same thing.
He pretty much moved through life by that motto, liking to get the best result possible with the least resources needed. Probably the same reason why he had gotten a liking on making Dream edit his videos, ever since he realized the boy would actually agree.
George stopped his hand, letting out an annoyed sigh.
He shouldn’t be thinking of that right now. He shouldn’t be thinking at all.
Okay, clearly, fingers weren’t going to do it this time around. He waited for too long, his body needed more now to get into it. But going as far as using that…
Fuck it, he had it for a reason.
The brunet took his fingers out, quickly reaching for a box under his bed. He hesitated, before opening said box and taking the dildo out.
Sex toys were nothing to be ashamed of. Especially for unmated omegas that spent their heats alone; there wasn’t anything weird or shameful about needing some extra help. Yet it still made his cheeks flush pink, a sense of guilt invading him, especially whenever he used it outside his heats.
Desperate times, desperate measures.
He took a deep breath, before aligning the toy with his entrance, teasing himself with it before slowly pushing it in.
Oh god fuck, it was bigger than he remembered.
… Well, that, and the fact that he didn’t really prepare too much.
But it was good, it felt good. He liked feeling full.
Okay, maybe he wasn’t that full. He’s had bigger. But full enough to make him close his eyes and sigh.
He pushed the toy slowly, giving himself time to adjust before picking up his pace again. And that definitely was better than his fingers.
He pushed in and out, fucking himself like he knew could make him cum.
Did he have any tissues on his nightstand to clean himself after? Well, worst case scenario he would have to walk to the bathroom. At least he had his own one in the room, so it wasn’t too bad. And according to his mental calculations, he should have at least an hour alone, so it should be okay.
The store Dream usually went to wasn’t too far away, just a ten minutes’ drive, but the blond liked taking his time when grocery shopping so he could pick the best products and brands.
He hoped the boy would remember to buy the new towels he asked for a week or so ago. They had plenty of towels in the house, but there was this brand he liked that specialized on Omega’s needs and the fabric of all their products was so gentle on his skin… He preferred having those ones.
Oh. Maybe he should’ve asked him for new blankets, too. Not to replace the ones he had, he liked them just fine. But with his heat around the corner, having as many comfortable items around for his nest as possible would be really helpful.
Or maybe he could go shopping on his own. The idea of asking Dream to buy such personal items was a bit embarrassing, now that he thought about it. And he didn’t want to sound ungrateful, because he knew his friends put a lot of thought into making his room safe and cozy for him.
They did a pretty good job, to be honest, taking everything in consideration of what he said he liked and preferred.
His bed specially, the mattress as comfortable as it could possibly be. The sheets were soft and easy to relax in them, they rubbed against his skin nicely. And the pillow was squashy and adapted to his head and invited him to fall asleep.
He always felt calm when lying down, it was easy to disconnect.
The boy’s chest moved slowly, head feeling light. He shifted a little to his side to get comfortable, but instead he was met with pain.
He opened his eyes slowly, groggy and slightly disoriented, cringing to the awkward feeling.
… Wait.
A frustrated groan escaped his lips, starting to move his hand again to thrust into him with the toy.
For fuck’s sake. How the fuck did he manage to doze off?
Yeah, that maybe he’s fallen asleep while pleasing himself before, maybe it wasn’t too weird for him to wake up with fingers still inside and boner long gone without climaxing. But falling asleep with a fake dick up his ass was a new personal low.
God fucking dammint. What the fuck was wrong with him?
… Okay. So George had a problem.
A problem he knew it was one, but never dared to say it out loud.
Between the fear of being mocked and the shame of simply admitting it, he’s never been able to share his frustrations and open up about it. But it’s been there for years, slowly getting worse.
No matter what he tried to do, how he did it, and regardless of whether he managed to cum or not… Masturbating wasn’t satisfying.
It wasn’t like it felt bad, or he didn’t enjoy any of it. In the best cases, when he managed to keep his mind into it for long enough, he actually liked the process just fine and experienced pleasure with it as he’s supposed to. But cumming was still… Disappointing, or even boring sometimes. Nothing but physical relief that didn’t bring him any mental satisfaction nor made him more at ease.
He felt less pent up, and that was it. But he would end up getting horny again soon after because whatever he needed to get from his release wasn’t given to him.
And that, when he actually managed to cum. Which sadly, wasn’t always the case.
Getting distracted or sleepy because jerking off wasn’t interesting enough to keep his mind focused was something he dealt with constantly. In a way, it almost felt like he was completing a task. Like he was doing it to get off but his brain barely reacted to the stimulation before getting to that point.
Even when he was extremely turned on, underwear wet, and even the slight friction of rubbing his legs together already making him shake and sending weaves of pleasure down his spine, the moment he started to work on himself the flame would begin to die.
Even when he was fucking himself so good he would actually moan out loud, heavily panting and dick leaking pre-cum, the ending still sucked.
He couldn’t remember when the last time was he had a truly good orgasm.
And it was frustrating, it was upsetting, but for the most part, he pushed it off and moved on with his life.
When his heat came, however, it was the actual hell.
The discomfort and distress he would experience during his whole heat for not being able to cum properly would have such a big impact on his emotional state he wouldn’t feel okay for days. During his last one, he ended up so overwhelmed and drained and with his emotions so fucked up that had to stay away from social media for two whole weeks.
And for how things were going now, it seemed like history would repeat itself.
… And he was getting distracted again.
Fuck. He shouldn’t be thinking right now. He should be panting and moaning and fucking cumming, for crying out loud. But here he was, barely producing any slick, making it harder and even painful to keep trying to move the dildo inside.
George groaned in frustration again, his eyes watering because he was just so stupidly upset he could actually cry. Nothing was going well and things would continue to suck because he couldn’t even get off properly to calm his hormones down. And he would go through that same shit again.
A knock on his door took him out of his thoughts.
The boy froze on his spot.
“George?” Dream’s voice asked, hesitantly.
The omega’s heart raced instantly, panic invading him and kept him from moving.
Oh no. Oh shit. Why was the blond back so soon?
This could not be happening right now. This could not-
“George, are you okay? Are you hurt?” The door began to open, the brunet’s eyes widened, finally snapping out of it.
“Wait, don’t come in!” He yelled, but it was already too late. His friend was already opening the door and all he had time to do was grab his blanket and try to cover himself with it.
Dream froze on his spot the moment he stepped inside the room, concerned expression changing to surprise and eyes growing as big as the brown ones.
Not a second later, he was turning around, scent heavy with embarrassment as he walked out.
“Shit, I’m sorry-”
The door was closed again before George could say a word.
Oh my fucking god.
All the heat on his body pooled on his cheeks, face bright red as a shameful sob escaped his lips. He pulled the blanket over himself some more, now successfully covering his whole naked body.
But it was too late for that now. There’s no way the boy wasn’t able to tell he was naked before, even if his main private zones were covered. And even if for some magical reason he didn’t notice the lack of clothes, the fucking sex toy’s box was right there on his bed .
He had been one hundred percent caught.
And now his boner was long gone.
That was officially the worst day of his life.
In theory, his plan of staying in his room for the rest of the weekend until he figured out how to disappear from that stupid world was a good one. In practice, not even five hours later he was sneakily leaving said room to grab some food.
It was close to midnight, and he was hungry, and the lack of food was only worsening his mood.
He still didn’t want to see Dream, though, so he waited until he didn’t hear a single noise coming from the first floor before daring to go down, begging he would be safe to eat something and go back before he could be noticed.
The universe, however, wasn’t on his side.
The moment he stepped into the kitchen he was met with green eyes. He turned around, ready to leave right where he came from.
“Wait, George-”
“Don’t,” he warned, his cheeks already reddening with the ever-present shame.
“I made you food!” The brunet stopped his movements, his stomach growling to the offer. “I’ll leave, I promise, just… Here, I made you food.”
The omega hesitated for a second before turning again, slowly entering the kitchen but avoiding looking at his friend. He sat down by the table, a plate with dinner placed in front of him. And so he waited, waited for him to leave first so he could safely eat.
“George, I’m sorry.”
“I knew it,” he groaned. Of course it would be a trap. Of course the blond wouldn’t leave without trying to talk first. “Just drop it, I don’t wanna talk about-”
“I actually thought you were in pain, or upset,” Dream continued, voice filled with regret. “I wasn’t trying to- I was walking by your room and your scent was like- I thought maybe you’ve hurt yourself, or, I don’t know. Just, never thought that you were-”
“I was just frustrated, okay?” He let out without thinking, wanting to stop his rant because he really didn’t need to hear how he smelled like all those bad things when he was supposed to be pleasing himself. George’s face was filling with blood, embarrassment taking over because, how pathetic could he possibly be. “And you weren’t supposed to be here.”
“I forgot my wallet, had to drive back.” The brunet didn’t respond, taking his fork and playing with his food hoping the blond would take a hint and leave already. But then again, that wasn’t the case. “Why were you frustrated?” The British groaned, his face burning red. Was he seriously asking that? “Are you… Having some trouble with-”
“I’m not discussing this with you.”
“George, if you need to talk…”
“I don’t,” he cut him off. “Now leave already.”
Dream shifted awkwardly on his spot before nodding, heading to the door. But before crossing it, he turned to look at the brunet one more time.
“Maybe you need better toys?”
“Get out.”
The boy left right away, before the omega could kick him out himself.
George was wrong, now it was officially the worst day of his life.
Getting sex toys advice from his best friend was quite literally the last thing he needed right now. Although… He might have a point. Maybe it wasn’t the worst idea ever to try and find something more effective to keep his mind in the zone.
Without giving it another thought, because he knew he would feel ashamed if he did, he quickly searched on his phone for the highest rated vibrator he could find, clicking on instant shipping despite costing another two hundred blocks and buying it before he could change his mind.
He quickly ate his food, before going back to his room to sleep.
And thankfully for him, express really meant fast as fuck this time.
He ran down the stairs as soon as he got the delivery notification the next day, shouting a ‘I’ll get it’ once he saw his roommate ready to stand up from the couch to get the door; completely dismissing the fact that he hadn’t said a word to him all day before that. The package was discrete enough, and he thanked the delivery guy before getting back to the house.
He couldn’t help the smile on his face, or the excitement of possibly fixing his issue once and for all.
The look the blond gave him when he walked back into the living room was too close to a knowing one, eyeing the package as if he knew exactly what was inside. But George decided to ignore it, simply heading upstairs without saying a word. Maybe it was better if he knew, anyway, so he would stay on the first floor and let him have alone time to test his new toy.
If he was lucky enough, everything would be solved after that.
Nothing was fucking solved.
At this point of his life, George was starting to lose hope and accept he would never find the same satisfaction on masturbation as literally anyone else in the world.
His body didn’t work. Something in him was broken or something. It simply didn’t work.
When did it get this bad?
During the last 36 hours, the number of times he panted as his body shook with pleasure because of the vibration stimulating his insides was awfully high. Maybe not as high compared to other people, but doing it more than once was already a lot for him so twice each day felt like an awfully big amount.
Yet despite how good the process was, his orgasms weren’t any freaking better. It didn’t bring him any relief, the reason why he had needed to try again so soon after.
He didn’t want to keep trying, he wanted to accept he had at least gotten some physical relief and move on with just that, but knowing his heat was close and how much it would suck had him already grieving a loss he hasn’t experienced yet.
Spending a heat alone at his age already made him more likely to be affected by bad heats. But if besides the lack of his emotional needs to be fulfilled his biological ones weren’t met either, his inner omega would break down.
Like last time.
He wasn’t mentally ready to go through that again. He didn’t want to spend another two weeks locked in his room, feeling like crap; unlovable, useless, and unworthy; crying for absolutely no reason and completely emotionally unstable the whole time.
He didn’t want to suffer, he didn’t want to freak out. The experience was honestly traumatizing. He never wanted to go through anything like it again.
But everything pointed out to that being the outcome.
So, at this point, he was willing to do almost anything to prevent it from happening.
The brunet stormed into the living room, knowing Dream would be there. The boy had spent most of the past two days downstairs, according to the constant tv noise.
The blond lifted his head instantly to look at him, watching as the brunet awkwardly sat by his side.
And god, this was beyond embarrassing, but taking a deep breath the omega spoke quickly.
“Where do you go to find people to hook up with?” He blurted out before he could change his mind. His friend blinked, notoriously confused, before a light blush took over his cheeks.
“George, what-”
“I know it’s not safe to go to a random public place, someone could recognize me,” he interrupted, feeling more and more awkward the more he spoke. “So where do you go?”
Dream blinked again, then shifted, staring at him more directly now.
“The new toys weren’t good either?” The omega felt his face turn red, wanting to strangle his friend for being too direct. “George, I don’t think you should- I think it’s too dangerous, getting a stranger for a quick fuck-”
“That’s not what I want,” he instantly defended himself. “My heat is close, and I just-” God, what was he doing? “I don’t have to explain anything to you, just tell me where you go.”
“I don’t go anywhere. I don’t do hookups.” The brunet groaned in frustration. Great, fucking great. “And… Would you really trust a random stranger with something as personal as that? You’ll be vulnerable, George, they could-”
“I don’t have another choice, okay? I can’t spend it alone.” He was getting upset again. He didn’t like the judgment, or the concern. He didn’t want to have to deal with that, he just wanted to find a solution so he could cum when he needed to.
The blond stared at him, hesitating before speaking in a soft, worried tone.
“Why not?”
“Doesn’t matter.” He said too much, more than he intended to. Sighing loudly, he stood up to leave. “This was stupid.”
“George, wait.” The boy grabbed his hand, pulling him to sit again. “Talk to me.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
“There obviously is.” The omega rolled his eyes, avoiding his gaze. “We’re friends, George, and we’ve talked about sex stuff before. Hell, we’ve talked about worse things.” He chuckled. “Whatever is wrong, you can tell me.”
“What do you want me to tell you?” He snapped, between annoyed, embarrassed and overwhelmed by the fears that kept invading his mind. “That I can’t have a good orgasm for the life of me and I don’t wanna go through a heat drop again?”
“Again?” The brunet sighed, looking away. His body was trembling lightly with the memory, his eyes watering against his will. “George…”
“Don’t,” he instantly said, sensing the boy was about to get closer. He quickly wiped his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm down. “Just, god, this is stupid.”
“It’s not.” The blond placed a hand on his shoulder, but the brunet pulled away, shaking his head.
He wasn’t about to cry because he couldn’t get dicked, and he wasn’t about to show his friend how truly scared and tired he was. It wasn’t anything new anyways, he’s been having trouble enjoying himself for years. It just happened to reach a breaking point four months ago, and now he had to deal with it.
Dream shifted awkwardly on his spot, moving his hand closer to him again but pulling it away right after. He seemed conflicted, and almost nervous, something clearly on his mind but not saying it out loud.
George gave him a questioning look.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Dream.”
“Just, my inner alpha-” He stopped himself, the brunet raised an eyebrow. The boy huffed, looking away for a moment before glancing at him like before. “Okay, look, it’s gonna sound bad-”
“Just say it.” The blond bit his lip, hesitating for a moment before talking again.
“There’s a distressed omega close to me,” he began, and the British was already scoffing. He could tell what he meant by ‘sound bad’. “And not any omega, but one that I love and care about,” he continued. “So just, my inner alpha is going crazy. You know, telling me to do something, to help or whatever.”
George scoffed again, almost amused by the whole statement. Protecting and providing were such basic alpha instincts, and a part of him wanted to make fun of his friend for it just so the situation felt less focused on him and how his own instincts were messing with his head.
“Well, there’s nothing you can do,” he decided to say instead, shrugging.
The blond opened his mouth to talk, then closed it again. He chuckled, cheeks slightly pink as he shrugged as well.
“Well, I mean… Technically…” The brunet raised an eyebrow.
“What?” His friend let out an awkward laugh.
“You need a heat partner,” he pointed out. Then, he pointed at himself. “I’m an alpha.”
At first, the omega didn’t see the relation between both statements. Or he didn’t want to, maybe. But the moment it clicked, his cheeks instantly turned red, huffing and looking away.
“You’re such an idiot,” he let out, considering actually leaving this time. “Stop messing around.”
“I’m not, I’m not! I’m being deadass.”
“No you’re not.” He looked at him again, with a challenging look. The boy didn’t look away, his features certain and determined.
“But I am.”
George blinked a few times, before huffing again, expecting him to laugh and say he was kidding. But he didn’t. His friend’s expression didn’t change.
“So what? What does that mean?” He pressed. Because there’s no way the boy was actually suggesting that. “You would just, fuck me?”
“If that’s what you needed.” The alpha shrugged, as if the conversation was normal. “I also have hands, and a tongue, if you would rather that.”
Once again, George’s face was fully red. He opened his mouth to talk, but nothing came out. He felt like he was being made fun of, but at the same time, everything felt a little too serious and real.
“You’re just- shut up. You’re an idiot. Just shut up.”
“I’m being serious, I’d do anything for you,” the blond assured again. “You’re my best friend, and I want you to be okay. So if you need my help, I’m here.”
The brunet looked away right away, pushing aside the bubbly feeling on his stomach and the way his inner omega cheered to feel cared for, and focused on how awkward and weird the idea made him feel. Dream was his best friend too, but that was exactly the reason why he didn’t think that was something he could realistically do with him.
“’M gonna sleep.”
Without waiting for a response, he stood up and walked away, needing to be alone to clear his head.
He felt odd, and confused, and he still didn’t know what he would do once his heat came. But one thing was for sure: He couldn’t even consider the boy’s offer, not unless he wanted to make things weird.
Maybe he really needed to sleep, get some rest and figure out a plan of action in the morning once his emotions were less all over the place.
Yet despite hours passing, he couldn’t fall asleep.
His body was once again feeling a little too warm, a tickling sensation in his lower abdomen. A craving, a need, a silent petition he hadn’t fully answered to.
George sighed in frustration, turning on his bed.
That was one of the reasons why he never caved in his physical desires unless it felt extremely necessary. Because once he did it once, and didn’t get the desired effect, his body would ask for it again and again as if that way it would get what truly needed.
The brunet laid on his side, hesitating for a moment before placing a pillow in between his legs and slowly rocking his hips to grind against the fabric.
He wasn’t even in the mood to get off. But fuck, he didn’t want his hormones to be worst in the morning because he neglected himself again.
He closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling, eagerly seeking more friction as he shifted his hips harder. But it didn’t feel good, his body was responding yet his brain was bored.
The boy pulled his pants down with a quick movement. He didn’t think touching that area again was a good idea, with how much he’s been doing it lately. The least he wanted was to become sensitive right before his heat, or it would hurt as shit. But again, he knew he wouldn’t finish if he didn’t put something inside himself.
He decided his fingers couldn’t do too much damage, as long as he didn’t use the toy again he should be relatively fine.
There was already slick there, making it easy to push to fingers in, once again showing his body and mind were completely disconnected. He took a deep breath, moving his digits in and out and aiming for the spot he liked. Over, and over, and over.
His erection was going down. He wasn’t enjoying it.
God fucking dammit.
With a loud and frustrated groan, he took his fingers out, pursing his lips and trying to keep tears from forming in his eyes.
He didn’t want to do it. He wasn’t feeling good. But he was still so stupidly horny.
And maybe he could give up and go to sleep today, but what about tomorrow? And the next day? He still had around two weeks before his heat kicked in, it would happen again and again until then.
He actually felt like he could cry.
Without really thinking, driven merely by his emotions, the omega grabbed his phone. He clicked on the number before he could think twice and let the phone ring.
“George…?” Dream’s voice sounded sleepy, and he felt bad about possibly waking him up. “George, are you okay?” God, this was stupid. They were in the same house, for fuck’s sake. “Why are you calling, is there something-”
“I’m upset.” The only explanation he could give. I always called you, back then, when I was upset.
“Do you want me to-”
“No, don’t come,” he completed, knowing what he was going to ask.
He didn’t feel like he could do this, to talk , if they were face to face. And it’s not like he wanted to talk, he didn’t like sharing his personal business. But Dream said he could , and at this point, he felt like maybe he should. He would literally implode if he didn’t do something, anything, and this was the only thing he could think of.
“Why are you upset?” The blond asked. The brunet closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
Here goes nothing.
“I can’t get off.”
Silence.
He was officially pathetic.
“I mean, I can, sometimes. But it never feels good.” His attempts to make it better only made him feel worse. The silence was killing him. “Dream, say something.”
“Is it like, a stress thing or…?”
“No, I don’t know. It’s always like this, I just can’t-” He took a deep breath, shame invading him for the confession. “I don’t know what to do anymore.” The boy hummed, then got quiet for a few seconds, as if processing his words.
“Were you trying right now?” George sighed, rolling his eyes.
“Do you really need to ask?” His friend hummed again, and he heard him shifting on his bed.
“George… Do you trust me?” The brunet wanted to sigh again. Wasn’t the fact that he was opening up answer enough to his question? Yet he still let out a quiet ‘yeah’. “I want to try something, then. Is that okay?”
“I guess.”
“Okay. Were you jerking off or…?” He blushed lightly to the question.
“Fingers.”
“And are you fully naked or…?”
“Why does it matter? Dream-”
“You said you trusted me,” the boy interrupted. “So trust me.” George huffed, trying to push away his embarrassment.
“Still have my clothes on.”
“Alright.” He could almost hear his friend nodding. “I want you to lay down on your back, and follow my lead, okay?” The omega blinked a few times.
“What?”
“I’m gonna tell you what to do, so just follow my words.” Just like that, his face turned fully red, realizing what the alpha wanted to do finally hitting him.
“Dream-”
“You can mute your phone, for, um, privacy.”
“I- Are you serious? I know how to touch myself, Dream,” he didn’t mean to sound half as defensive as he did, but the situation was beyond humiliating.
“But it doesn’t feel good, does it?” George opened his mouth to talk, but nothing came out. He couldn’t exactly deny that. “Let me help, you don’t lose anything by trying.”
He shouldn’t be considering it. He shouldn’t be thinking about it. There were a bunch of reasons why that was simply wrong and he shouldn’t go through with it.
But he was desperate.
“I mean, you don’t have to, it’s only if-”
“Hold on,” he interrupted, and without giving himself time to change his mind, he grabbed his wireless earpads from his nightstands and put them on. “Okay.”
“Okay,” his friend repeated, and the brunet muted himself on the phone before putting it away. “Lay down as I told you, and put one hand over your dick, with your clothes still on.”
He couldn’t believe he was doing that. But still, he did as he was told. His cock twitched under his hand, somehow fully hard again.
“You’re gonna trace the shape of it with one finger, slowly.” The omega took a deep breath, then began to move his hand. “Get your other hand on your stomach, lift your shirt just enough to slide it under and feel your skin.”
George let out a soft sigh, his skin feeling warm, and the movements of his fingers against it almost soothing. It was nice, relaxing even.
“Move your hand up, until you reach your nipple, and tease it with your thumb. Palm yourself with your other one.”
He took a sharp breath, resisting the urge of rocking his hips to get more friction. He felt needy, the touch too light to give him any pleasure, making him want more. But it was still relaxing, keeping him too calm.
He reached for his phone to unmute.
“Pinch your nipple with two fingers and-”
“Not too much foreplay,” he interrupted him. “Or I’ll fall asleep.” The other line was silent for a moment.
“You’ll- You’ll fall asleep ?” Heat creeped to his cheeks, embarrassment catching up with him as he realized how pathetic his admission was.
“I get bored and- I told you I- Just don’t-”
“No foreplay, got it,” Dream agreed, not pressing it further. Probably realizing how humiliated the boy felt. “Take your clothes off, then.”
His cheeks blushed for a whole other reason hearing that sentence.
He muted his phone again, before doing as he was told.
“Place your hands over your thighs, imagine it’s someone else who’s slowly spreading your legs.” George closed his eyes, trying to do as requested. “They’re caressing your skin softly, up and down, then gripping at it.” A small sigh, liking the feeling of fingers pressed hard against his muscles. “One hand moves further up, then behind, reaching your ass.”
The omega tried to imagine this faceless person touching his body, squeezing his butt before spreading his cheeks apart, one finger teasing his entrance. He tried to follow the fantasy being narrated, but it was hard to.
George couldn’t see mental images. He couldn’t actually picture the scene. So, for him to imagine what was happening, he needed to think of the situation taking place, think of every detail, focusing on the words he was listening to and believing they were happening despite not being able to see it.
And that wasn’t an easy job, when there was a void in the information.
He tried to quickly come up with someone to fill up the space. Someone to be the character in the story that was being told. But no celebrity came to mind, nor previous hookups, and his exes weren’t worth starring his fantasies. And mentally describing the qualities he knew he was attracted to every time his friend said ‘they’, trying to make up a person so he could have an idea of who was doing it, was taking too much effort.
And he could tell Dream was still talking, but he was barely paying attention, mind too focused on the empty spaces in the narrative that he couldn’t come up with himself.
He quickly unmuted his phone again.
“I’m getting distracted,” he complained, sighing in frustration next.
“What?”
“This whole someone else doing it thing, it’s- I can’t visualize, Dream. So I just- I have to tell myself what I’m seeing. And I can’t. Because I don’t know who it is.”
The boy was quiet for a moment, simply humming to his words. But after a few seconds, he spoke again.
“Okay. Then… I’m- I’m teasing you with my finger, pushing the fingertip in.”
George choked on his spit, cheeks turning bright red.
“Dream,” he complained. Because literally, what the fuck.
“You know me, George, you know what I look and feel like. So you- you can imagine it, right?”
He wanted the earth to swallow him. Or spontaneously combust. Whichever happened first.
But he wasn’t wrong. He could focus on the actions better now, knowing who he was supposed to be imagining. Even if that someone was his best friend .
Was he really willing to do that, though, just to have a less disappointing orgasm?
“… Fine, keep going.” This had to be a whole other new low for him.
“I push my finger deeper, and explore that zone of your body with- with it.” The boy cleared his throat. “I-I know where to touch to drive you crazy, but I’m not going there yet. I wanna take my time with you, to make you feel good.”
The brunet felt heat pooling on his abdomen, his heart beating faster. He mimicked the actions narrated, letting his fingertip graze at his walls, pushing his digit deeper, the slick making his movement fluid and easy.
“I wanna feel everything, get to know your insides as the back of my hand… I wanna touch every sensitive spot, give you as much pleasure as I can.” George bit his lips, closing his eyes, how low his friend’s voice had gotten, sending shivers down his spine. “So I slowly pick up the pace, moving it faster, until you ask for another one.”
“Dream,” he sighed, pleasure slowly filling his body and making him want more.
The other side of the line when silent, then, a sharp breath. The blond cleared his throat again.
“George, you’re- fuck. You’re not muted.”
The brunet snapped his eyes open.
“Shit, I’m sorry-” All blood rushed to his cheeks, embarrassment hitting him as he quickly looked around for his phone. “I don’t know where- I can’t find my phone.”
“It’s fine, take your time-” The omega groaned, shaking his head. God dammit, not now.
“No, if I take too long I’ll lose focus.” He was feeling good, he was actually enjoying himself. He didn’t want to kill the moment. “I’ll- just keep going. I’ll keep quiet, I promise.”
For a moment, his friend was quiet, only hearing him shift on his spot. But eventually, he spoke again.
“Okay,” he whispered. “If you’re sure.” George nodded, despite knowing the boy wouldn’t see him. Maybe he would feel ashamed of himself in the morning, but right now he just wanted to continue until he came. “I’m- I’m adding a second finger, as slowly as the first. I know you’re wet enough to take it, so I start moving right away…”
The omega took a deep breath, biting his lips to prevent himself from making noise. He was pretty wet. He couldn’t remember the last time that he felt not just horny, but actually turned on. Thinking of the fingers inside him as two stronger, larger ones, moving with the only purpose of making him feel good, and having that deep voice guiding him… It was hot. Too hot.
“In and out, again and again, moving faster with every thrust before… Before spreading them, in scissoring motions.” The brunet inhaled deeply, sighing quietly to himself. His walls were squeezing his fingers deliciously, tension building up on his stomach. “P-Preparing you for something bigger, something I know you want and I’ll make you beg for.”
He choked out a soft sound, biting his lips to muffle it. God, he wanted it. He wanted it so badly. He wanted the warm body over him, fucking him open with long digits so he could take his dick fully.
He couldn’t help but move his fingers faster, wet sounds from his slick and soft panting filling his room.
The blond took a sharp breath, mumbling a breathy fuck to himself before clearing his throat once again.
“George I-” Another sharp intake. “I can hear you, I- I can hear everything.”
It was shameful, to be heard. He should be ashamed. But instead of making him embarrassed, that sentences made him stupidly aroused.
“’M sorry,” he let out in a whisper yet continued to move his fingers. “Dream,” he straight up moaned, brain clouded with pleasure. “’M sorry, I can’t- Can’t keep quiet. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t- No need to apologize to me. It doesn’t bother me.” The boy’s voice sounded raspier than before. He inhaled deeply, taking a moment before speaking again. “But you- I don’t wanna overstep-”
“God, Dream, I don’t care,” the Brit interrupted, a soft sound coming out next. “Wanna keep going, please, I don’t give a fuck.”
His friend let out a breathy chuckle, and he could almost see his mocking grin.
“That good?” George groaned, rolling his eyes. “Okay- fuck. Okay. Keep moving, then.”
“I am. Never stopped.” The alpha chuckled again.
“So needy,” the boy mocked. And the omega whined. Good lord, why even that felt good? “I… I keep spreading you open, getting you ready to take me.” The brunet moaned quietly, imagining how good that would feel, to finally be fucked. To have Dream fucking him. “But you want more, don’t you? You need to cum first, just with my fingers.”
“Yeah,” he sighed, speeding up his movements. “’M close.”
“I push my fingers deeper inside, let the tip just barely graze at that sensitive spot you like so much.” George’s eyes shut close, breath getting heavier and a louder sound coming out the moment he found his prostate. “I rub at it softly, too gently for your liking, until all you can think of is how good it feels… And how much you want me.”
“Dream… Dream, so good” he moaned, body trembling with each of his movements and panting fast.
He rocked his hips, body desperate for more. He knew he only needed to keep rubbing that zone, and he would get what he wanted. He would cum all over himself, maybe even scream as he came, and finally get the release he’s been needing…
At least, physically.
No, he was feeling too good. He was feeling better than he’s felt in years. He had to enjoy it this time, right? He had to.
If it ended up being yet another disappointing orgasm he would literally-
“George.” The alpha interrupted his thoughts. “Focus on my voice.”
Maybe he had stopped making noise, or sounded different, or something. Whatever it was, his friend caught up on his mind drifting away.
The boy spoke again, but this time, his tone was different.
“When I’m fucking you, you can’t think of anything else. Understood?”
Holy shit.
“Yeah.” His body was on fire again, mind clouding with desire. He couldn’t keep his sounds inside even if he tried.
“I’m thrusting my fingers harder, hitting that spot over and over.” His tone was darker, voice lower and deeper. “And I’m leaning over you, caressing your sides and… Kissing you.”
George moaned loudly.
Suddenly, his brain disconnected. Suddenly, that was the only thing he could think about.
Lips over his own, wet tongue asking for access, teeth nipping at his skin. The alpha’s body all over his.
“Dream,” he whined, speeding up again. “Dream, ‘m gonna cum-”
“I’m wrapping my free hand around your dick, fingers playing with your tip before stroking you. Fast, hard, same way that I’m fucking you.”
“Oh god, oh fuck, Dream, I can’t, I’m-”
“Cum for me, George.”
And he did.
Electricity ran through his whole body, heat filling him full as the most intense wave of pleasure he’s ever experienced clouded his senses. He trembled, limbs shaking and chest lifting as he breathed harshly, all the tension building up suddenly releasing and relief taking over him.
It made him feel whole, his brain enjoying the sensation as much as his flesh.
And then, it was over.
All too quickly, after barely a couple of seconds.
Yet that was still more than he could’ve expected. Yet he still felt it.
It took George a few moments to realize what just happened, processing both the high and coming down from it. It took him a moment to understand it wasn’t exactly how it was supposed to go, but it was definitely an improvement from whatever he’s been doing so far.
It took him a moment to take in the whole situation, and that he was still on the phone, his best friend on the other line.
The phone was completely silent, not a sound to be heard. And as seconds passed, embarrassment finally caught up with him.
Oh my god.
He quickly removed his fingers from his ass, feeling stickly, sweaty, dirty, and ashamed, a soft whine escaping his lips against his will because his best friend just heard him cumming and what the hell was he supposed to do now?
Once again, the blond cleared his throat. Once again, he spoke when the brunet couldn’t.
“… Good?” The omega took a deep breath, trying to push aside how mortified he felt because if the boy wasn’t making it weird, he wasn’t going to be the one making it weird.
“Better,” he admitted. Because it was, definitely better.
“Cool.”
“Yeah.”
Okay, maybe it was a little weird already.
Maybe it was fucking awkward.
But he didn’t want it to be. He didn’t want to think about it right now. He wanted to enjoy the feeling for as long as he could, then go to sleep and deal with whatever just happened in the morning.
“… Thanks,” he said, because truly, what else could he do? His mind wasn’t working enough to think straight and he just had the best orgasm he’s had in months, if not longer. He didn’t want to care about anything but that.
“Any time,” the boy said, as if it was normal. And for now, he preferred it that way. George yawned, exhaustion already trying to claim him. “So… Goodnight?”
“Yeah, goodnight.”
“Sleep well, Georgie.”
“You too.”
And then, the call was over.
George shifted to his side, sighing loudly. He cringed, something hard poking uncomfortably on his back. He moved again to remove whatever it was.
… Oh, he was lying over his phone.
He placed the mobile on his nightstand, then sighed again, closing his eyes.
The omega fell asleep in a matter of seconds.