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"This one seems pretty good for the price," Dream said, glancing at the label on the mattress and gently pressing on it to feel how soft it was. "Why not try it?"
"Sure," George replied, before running up to cannonball into the mattress, uncaring if anyone saw him. He shrieked out in pain before scrambling off the bed, rubbing his back slightly.
"Too hard," he winced, wandering next to Dream to inspect some different beds. Dream just gave a shocked laugh.
"George! Oh my god, what's actually wrong with you? If we get kicked out of here we won't be able to find you a new bed. And I know you've hated sleeping on the couch for the past few days."
Shortly after George had moved in, it turned out that two Minecraft YouTubers, a lack of DIY experience and one random IKEA bed weren't too great of a mix. After trying and failing to assemble George's new bed, both of them eventually gave up before deciding just to go to a store and buy one to get delivered.
"Well, it's not my fault somebody is too afraid of catching The Gay™ by sharing his own bed with me," George smirked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. Dream scoffed as he looked away, turning a little pink.
"Oh, trust me, I caught that long ago," he laughed, looking at another mattress and trying to find the price tag attached to it. "Hey, George? Can you see if someone can check how much this mattress costs?"
"Sure," he replied, skimming the store to see if there were any employees nearby, but he couldn't find any workers. Weirdly there didn't seem to be anyone at all in the entire store. Maybe they were on a break?
George went over near the staircase to peer down to see if they were downstairs, when the lights started to turn off in the section of the store they were in.
"Huh, that's weird," he muttered aloud, and before they knew it, all the lights in the whole store shut off without warning.
"Shit," Dream said, pacing around and starting to get slightly panicked. "What's going on?"
"Power outage maybe?" George shrugged, a little apprehensive himself. But instantaneously, the two of them felt their hearts drop into their asses as they heard the unmistakable sound of the front shutters closing.
"Fuck, Dream, the store's closing!"
Both of them ran as fast as they could towards the stairs and sprinted down, unable to believe they were this close to being locked in a store overnight. And curse their luck of having been in one of the biggest furniture stores in the town, and in the section of the store furthest away from the exit.
Dream reached the entrance first, desperately tugging on the door to pry it open. And of course, it wouldn't budge due to being in the way of the shutters. They were trapped inside.
"Fuck, George, we're stuck here!" Dream fumed, groaning as he rested his head against the door in exhaustion. "What the fuck are we meant to do?"
"I guess we could call for help," George said. "Do you have your phone?"
"No, I left mine in the car. You?"
"No."
It wasn't fully pitch black. Streetlamps from outside casted a gentle glow, leaving them just about able to see each other. But they were still locked inside with no way of calling for help. They were fucked.
"Okay, okay…" Dream took a deep breath, walking back and forth and trying to compose himself. "Right, here's what we're gonna do. We're in a bed store, right? We'll just sleep here until they open up in the morning. It's already night time, we would probably be asleep a couple hours from now anyway at home."
"True," George said. Thank god they'd both eaten dinner before they left. He made a small mental note to never go shopping after 9pm ever again. But well, Dream sometimes did randomly remember obligations to complete at super inconvenient times.
"Alright, well… should we try and look for some beds? I mean, we were kind of doing it already."
"Sure, I just hope it isn't too difficult now that we can't really see too well," Dream said, and the two of them headed back upstairs to go back to inspect the beds. It wasn't an overly huge display, but there were lots of luxurious beds to choose from. Huh. Maybe he was going to like being locked overnight in a bed store.
After a while a particularly fancy one caught George's eye, and he marveled at how soft it was beneath his fingertips.
"Hey Dream, check this one out," he said, and as Dream inspected the bed it was clear he liked it as much as George did.
"Why not try it?" he asked George, and he instantly jumped on back-first.
George moaned as he sank into the silk sheets. "It's like I'm lying on a cloud," he sighed. Dream lay next to him for a second, and George gave him a confused look when he scoffed.
"No fair, this is literally the best bed here and you get it?" Dream laughed softly, shaking his head. "The other ones here aren't even close."
"Wait, hold on," George giggled, gesturing for both of them to sit upright. "This is a king size bed. If we both really want it, I don't see why we could both use it, seeing as it has so much room."
"Fair point," Dream said, but his heart couldn't help but quicken in anticipation at the thought. It wasn't something they'd ever done before, and he wondered how he'd sleep knowing George would be right next to him, his little sweater paws on display as he dozed off. But fuck it, they were both locked in a store overnight and deserved to have the best bed there for their troubles.
That last thought didn't really help him though, as his mind began to drift… elsewhere. The somewhat innocent image of George lying next to him in bed had made one thought lead to another.
And these new ones, well… were a lot less innocent.
"Uh… I gotta use the bathroom real quick. I'll see if I can find it in the store somewhere," Dream said quickly, getting up to leave and pointedly turning himself away from George.
He was fortunate to find a single cubicle on the lower floor of the store towards the back, and even better it had its own separate light. Upon turning it on, Dream realized his suspicions were correct.
He was hard now, really? When they were about to get in bed together?
Well, okay, in his defense it wasn't completely shocking, for him at least. It had admittedly been a while, and it didn't help that he was still in that place where he was starting to have some not-so-platonic thoughts about his best friend. George could've so much as brushed up against him the wrong way in his sleep and his dick would wake up.
He began fantasizing about what George would do if he somehow came inside and found him, like this, and shucked off his pants to touch himself slowly.
George would probably walk him backwards and press him roughly against the wall, grinning at how flustered Dream would get. He'd slowly lower to his knees, teasingly undoing Dream's belt and stroking him a bit maybe, then he'd start using his mouth…
Fuck. Dream began stroking himself faster, throwing his head back with a small whine.
His mouth would be so deep on Dream's dick, he'd have to move his fingers onto his waist just to keep his hold on him. He'd probably leave marks on Dream's skin from gripping so tightly with his fingernails, sucking Dream fast and hard as if it was his favorite thing in the world.
George would probably whine his name right as Dream came on his tongue.
"Dream?"
His eyes shot open.
"Are you in there? I was just looking for the bathroom as well."
"Y-yeah, give me a second," Dream stammered before tucking himself back into his pants and quickly washing his hands. He rushed to get out of the bathroom, not saying a word to George and praying he wouldn't notice his little problem, and headed back to bed.
The timing that George came in could not have been worse, and now here Dream was back again in bed, still painfully hard. He sighed and just turned over, deciding just to ignore it until it went away.
A few moments later George returned from the bathroom, yawning as he removed his shoes. "We'd seriously be fucked if there hadn't been a bathroom. You would've had to, like, piss the bed again."
"You are never going to let that go, are you?"
George laughed softly. "Shouldn't have tweeted it for literally no reason then."
As George kneeled on the bed, their keys slipped out of his pocket and fell somewhere beneath the bedsheets.
"Shit," George mumbled as he felt around the sheets to retrieve the keys. The darkness wasn't a big help, and he could only really pat around the mattress aimlessly in the hopes that he'd find them.
Which is why it was unfortunate when his hand went straight onto Dream's clothed cock, causing him to cry out.
Both of them froze.
"Dream? Uh… are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
"No, no, I'm fine," he squeaked, trying not to squirm against George or god forbid, get even harder at being touched by him.
George gasped as he noticed something. He slowly moved his hand away.
"Woah. Are you hard right now?"
Dream's face flushed in embarrassment. "N-no, I'm not," he lied.
"Oh my god, you are," George said, stifling a laugh. "Wait, is that why you went to the bathroom earlier?"
"What- no!" Dream said quickly, blushing even darker at how George was teasing him. "I'm not gonna fucking- you know, in a furniture store bathroom!" Even though that's exactly what you were doing, his mind supplied unhelpfully.
George giggled. "You might have to now."
"God, I hope not. It'd be weird with you just sitting here knowing exactly what I'm doing," Dream scoffed.
"Not much weirder than you sitting here with a gigantic-"
"Alright," Dream hissed, putting an end to that. After George's laughter died down, well… the realization of what was happening had finally sunk in. George began to think thoughts that would only cross his mind late at night when no one else could hear him, a fist wrapped tight around his cock under his warm bedsheets.
"I could, um," George started, beginning to look as nervous as Dream was. "I could… help you, if you want."
"Ha ha," Dream said sarcastically. "George, this is serious." Well, serious and completely ridiculous at least.
Then Dream suddenly looked back at George, noticing he wasn't joking.
"I.. what? You're not kidding? You'd wanna- do that?" Dream could barely get the words out.
"Sure. Just bros helping bros get off."
"Ugh, don't say bros and get off in the same sentence," Dream groaned. "Freak."
"You like it. So, are we doing this or not?"
Dream hid his face in his hands. He thought he'd be the first person in the world to die of embarrassment while locked in a furniture store in the middle of the night.
With a gigantic boner.
"Okay, just… just get over here," Dream mumbled defeatedly, not even able to look at George. He felt another pair of hands pull his own away from his face. Then, one trailed up his leg slowly, his cock twitching in anticipation.
"You still want to do this?" George's eyes flicked up to his own in warning, hovering over his clothed cock.
"Yes, yes, come on," Dream whined in desperation.
"Eager," George chuckled softly, before finally beginning to slide Dream's pants down slightly, making his breath hitch.
"Wait. I- the bed can't get messed up, we're literally in public."
"I know," George said, and proceeded to slip his hand beneath Dream's waistband and grip him in his boxers. He quickly let out a moan, bucking up into George's hand.
"Fuck," he whimpered.
"Yeah," George nodded as if Dream had said something really smart, and finally began sliding his hand up and down Dream's cock, making him let out breathless little moans.
"So you won't jack off in a furniture store bathroom, but it's fine if I do this in a furniture store bed display?" George smirked. "Seems like an excuse to me."
"An excuse for what? For you to get to do it instead?"
George smirked at him mischievously. "You said it, not me," he shrugged, making Dream arch his back with a groan as he circled the tip with his thumb.
"Close," he whispered, now fucking into George's fist with desperation.
"Come then," George said breathily against him, "for me."
George enunciated his point by leaning in closer to Dream's neck, sucking a mark onto the skin and speeding up his hand on Dream's cock. And it seemed to have worked, Dream letting out a loud moan as he came against George's fist, sighing as he relaxed back against the sheets.
"Fuck," Dream panted. "That- was definitely something."
"You're welcome," George said, inspecting his hand with a grimace. "My hand is all glizzed up thanks to you now." Without a warning he proceeded to wipe his hand on Dream's shirt, causing him to yell in protest.
"Hey!" Dream's jaw dropped, shoving George back. "Look what you did to my shirt now! What if an employee sees it in the morning when they find us?"
"Their mind probably won't go there," George said. "And if it does, they probably don't want to picture you jerking off in their store."
"Shut up," Dream mumbled, but blinked when he noticed something. He felt George's hardness against him, noticing he was trying not to move very much because of it.
"Because of what you did, I'm not returning the favor," he said to George with a grin.
"What?" George didn't seem to know what he was talking about, until Dream gently moved his leg that George was sitting against, making his breath hitch. "Oh."
"Since you're already here," Dream said mischievously, "you're only allowed to use my leg to get off. I'm not touching you at all."
"Come on," George whined, "no touching? Really?"
"Nope," Dream said. "Just my thigh."
George's heart pounded as he let Dream's leg slip between his own, gripping his shoulders to properly get in his lap. He started moving back and forth against Dream's thigh, nestling his head into his neck to whimper against his skin, and heard Dream whisper strings of "keep going" and "you're doing so good" as he began to rock against him even faster.
"I can't believe you're making me-" George was cut off by a moan midsentence. "-embarrass myself like this."
Dream smirked. "Just making things even for my situation earlier. And the glizz thing. It's only fair, right?"
George rolled his eyes, and just kept grinding himself against Dream as he chased his pleasure. He imagined that one day it could be Dream's dick he was riding instead, no layers of clothing between them, both of them slick with sweat as they breathed against each other. Suddenly he was spilling into his boxers, giving a loud whine and slowly rolling his hips as he let the waves of his orgasm crash over him.
Without thinking, he leaned up to connect Dream's lips with his own, worrying for a second that Dream hadn't wanted him to do that. But Dream pulled him in deeper, letting a hand slide into George's hair and tug slightly. He groaned at the sensation, pressing Dream harder against the pillows and licking into his mouth.
"Can we-" Dream tried to catch his breath as he parted their lips, his eyes still shut in bliss. "Can we talk about this in the morning?"
George's gaze flicked down to Dream's lips. They were swollen, and a little shiny. "Yeah," he said softly, pressing one last kiss onto Dream's mouth as both of them lay down, wordlessly moving to hold onto each other as if it was instinct.
"I'm using my mouth next time," George whispered against his chest before promptly falling asleep, and Dream felt his spent cock twitch in his boxers before he eventually dozed off himself.
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"Dream. Dream!"
Dream groaned as he rubbed his eyes, noticing that the warm weight of George against him was gone. "No, five more minutes," he mumbled sleepily.
"I think the employees are coming! Quick, put this on," George said, and upon opening his eyes Dream noticed he was holding out the hoodie he'd been wearing.
"Huh, why?"
"It's for the, um…" George gestured to the stain on his shirt, and he felt a twinge of embarrassment as the memories from last night came flooding back. That really happened?
"Oh," Dream laughed sheepishly as he put it on, noticing it was a perfect fit. Huh. So either George liked oversized hoodies, or he'd stolen one of Dream's.
Dream made a mental note to tease George about it later, and focused on making the bed look as neat and untouched as possible. He rolled his eyes as he noticed the keys discarded on the floor, zipping the pocket as he put them back. Sure, the sex was nice, but he'd rather they didn't lose the keys again even temporarily, thank you very much.
When the workers finally arrived, they apologized profusely for what happened, and were relieved that Dream and George seemed fine and were nonchalant about the situation. (Mainly because they were busy wondering if there were any security cameras that had caught them without a doubt violating store policy.)
After the employees reported the incident to the manager, Dream and George were offered a pretty hefty discount on any item of the store they wanted as compensation, and Dream turned to look over at George playfully.
"George, we have the opportunity to do the funniest thing now," Dream giggled. He gestured to the bed they'd spent the night in.
George's jaw dropped. "You're suggesting we buy the bed we-" He lowered his voice to a whisper. "Fucked in?!"
"Trust me, you'll know when I've fucked you in bed," Dream smirked, and laughed when George turned red.
"You know what, seeing as it was the best one here, I kind of want to get this one anyway," George said. "Consider it an… apology donation to the store for us having sex in it."
"Apology? If there's cameras here they should be the ones apologizing to us. I mean, we basically gave them a free sex tape without our consent," Dream said, and they both struggled to hold back laughter as they placed the order at the front counter.
They both took a deep breath of fresh air as they finally exited the store. Dream reached for George's hand as they walked to the car, sensing that he had something to say.
"So… last night," he started, gripping Dream's hand nervously. "It wasn't too much when I, um…"
"You kissed me?" Dream smiled at him softly. "No, not at all. It felt nice."
He heard George scoff, knowing it was a telltale sign he was getting embarrassed. "Of course it felt nice idiot, it was a kiss."
"Maybe. Or, well… it could be because it was you."
George turned to look up at him suddenly. "Well, obviously. I'm like, the goat," he said, still trying to make light of it. Dream laughed and shook his head.
"No, George. I'm saying… I only want it to be you. No one else," he said quietly.
George breathed against him, letting Dream press him against the side of their car. "You're okay with that?" he asked tentatively, a gentle hand against Dream's chest.
"Of course, George," Dream said. "You're it for me." And with that, George pulled Dream against him to connect their lips.
The kiss felt very different to last night's. Dream's lips moved against his softly, more slowly, as if he wanted to savor this feeling and draw it out for as long as possible. They smiled at each other as they parted, Dream opening the car door for George while he rolled his eyes at him fondly.
"And about what you said earlier, Dream?" George grinned. "That better be the first thing we do when my new bed arrives."
And a few days later, it was.