One Shots and Scrapped Stories

Chapter 1:

He wasn't being completely honest. He wasn't lying, but he was hiding something. It hadn’t come up in conversation. His friends could have figured it out, they just hadn’t yet, and he had no plans to tell them himself.

George started testosterone before the age of 10. He opened up to his parents, not even realizing it could have gone wrong. Luckily for him, it didn't go wrong, his parents were very understanding for it being a long while before being trans became what it is today. Maybe if it happened today things wouldn't be the way they are now, maybe his parents would have told him he was just trying to “fit in” like it was some kind of trend. But that was never something George had to worry about.

No one except for his childhood friend Wilbur and his family knew about it, everyone knew him as George. It had been so normalized for him from such a young age that sometimes he didn’t even remember he wasn’t a cisgender male. No one made fun of him, he passed so well, no one even thought to ask. Not anymore at least, of course when he first started some people knew and of course the young kids didn’t totally understand everything, not to mention back in the late 90’s. Ever since he started streaming and meeting new people, now moving to Florida to live with his online best friends, no one has questioned him.

There was one problem to this, he was drunk, so was Dream. There was undeniably some romantic tension between them, everyone knew it, even both of them knew it. They say you’re more honest when you’re drunk, right? Honest with your feelings that was, for them at least.

While drunkenly playing truth or dare with the whole group, he was dared into a seven minutes in heaven round with Dream. Everyone was there, it was terrifying. Quackity, Karl, Sapnap, Tina, Bad, Punz, Foolish, everyone was there. There were so many ways this could go…

As soon as they closed the closet door Dream pushed himself over George. Normally he wouldn’t mind, in fact he didn’t really, he was far too drunk to care about Dream’s lips covering his own. What he wasn’t drunk enough for was the hand that trailed to the waistband of his sweats.

“Wait!” George stopped his hand from moving down.

“Oh, come on.” Dream continued kissing and tried again.

George grabbed his wrist harder than he meant to, “I’m serious.”

“Oh?” Dream pulled away fully. Time was passing way too slowly, the next 6 minutes were going to be hell, “I- I’m sorry. I thought-”

“You’re fine.” George pulled him back in, “No sex though. Please.”

“No sex.” Dream repeated, “Ok, I can work with that.”

There was an awkwardness floating in the air but it was fine, this would be over soon. Plus, its not like he dosen’t want sex, he just wasn’t ready to explain himself and why he hadn’t ever gotten surgery. George had more than enough money to get surgery, he simply didn’t want it yet. Truth be told he didn’t expect things to get this far with Dream, he thought it’d forever just be an online ship their fans had made up that they simply, every now and then, both chose to entertain.

A frisky hand tried to slip into George’s sweats again, “Dream.”

“It doesn’t have to be sex, I promise I’ll get you off before the seven minuets are up.”

“Stop.” George pushed the taller boy away from him, “I’ll only make out with you.” Dream pouted, he needed some excuse, “I could be loud… and then everyone would hear us.”

“Isn’t that the whole point?” Dream’s hands pulled George in by the hips and sliding his thumbs under his pants once again.

“No!” George spoke louder than he meant to, the closet door wasn’t that thick, “That’s embarrassing, I don’t want everyone hearing me.”

The insistence of not doing anything more made Dream pout once again, “How’s bout this.” Dream started to slur his words a little more. He bent down and pulled George over his shoulder, “We can go to my room.”

“What!” George tried hitting the stronger man’s back to get himself down, “Dream put me down!”

Before he could register what was happening Dream had already opened the closet door and was carrying him up to his room. Everyone in the living room watched and laughed as George tried his best to get Dream to put him down. A few people even waved goodbye, Karl blew a kiss from Quackity’s lap.

Once he was out of view he stopped trying, it was no use anyway. Dream reached his door and aggressively threw George onto the bed, “There, no one can hear you from here.” Dream trailed his tongue down George’s stomach and he hooked his hands onto his sweats one last time.

“Wait!” He didn't want this to stop. This was something he had only dreamed about before this, he wanted it to continue more than anything. What if Dream was grossed out? What if he told Dream and he wasn’t what Dream wants and he gets kicked out? What if Dream laughs in his face and tells everyone and no one will see him the same?

“Georgie.” Dream shot him puppy dog eyes while resting his head on George’s things.

“I- I’m not hard so-”

“I can fix that.” His sweats were pulled down just enough to see the top elastic of his underwear.

“Stop it!” George sat up quickly.

Dream looked at his waist confused, “Are you wearing girls underwear?” George’s eyes shot open, this was mortifying, “Don’t worry, I just wasn’t expecting it is all.” Dream tried to reassure the clearly embarrassed boy sitting on his bed.

“Dream!” He put his hands on his cheeks and pulled the dirty blonde’s face up to his. He pushed their foreheads together, “We can’t do this Dream.”

“Why not?” Dream, clearly intoxicated, placed a soft kiss on George’s nose.

“I have to tell you something first, but I’m not ready yet.”

“Did I do something wrong? Did I turn you off?” The younger boy pulled his face away and sat on his knees in front of George.

“No! Never! God no. You didn’t do anything, I just- I’m afraid of ruining this.”

“I’ll love you no matter what George, there's no possible way for you to ruin this.” Embarrassment filled George’s face. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes, he wasn’t sure if they were good or bad.

His head hung low in his hands, “You say that now! But once you find out things are going to change no matter what, I’m not ready for that.”

“Listen, if you’re into wearing girls underwear, as long as its-”

“It’s not that! Dream-” He sighed sharply, “I’m trans.”Dream looked at him closely, trying to tell if he was being serious. A long and very awkward silence filled the room. Frankly, George was surprised he did it. This was terrifying but he was stuck now. Dream wasn’t drunk enough to forget this, “I haven’t had any surgeries, so… it’d be hard to hide that in this kind of situation.”

“You’re… what?”

“Stop, don’t do that.” George flopped back onto the bed, “That’s the kind of reaction that makes me want to take it back.”

Dream stayed quiet for a little longer. He was trying to choose his words wisely, however, he was still pretty drunk, “I’m just confused. How-“

“You can’t tell anyone!” George shot back up, “Promise me you won’t tell anyone.”

Dream put his hands in the air like he was under arrest, “I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

“When people know they treat me differently… Please don’t do that.”

Dream nodded, “Can I ask you about it?”

“I guess.” George responded hesitantly.

Normally, he would’ve stopped there, being able to sense George was uncomfortable, but right now was not a normal time, “So you don’t have a penis?”

The bluntness of the question almost made George laugh, almost, “No.”

“And you were not born a George?”

“Correct.”

“So- wait.” Dream stood up and moved to sit next to George on the edge of the bed, “So how do you- what about that one Christmas!”

“I just… I faked it. Look, I get it if you don’t want to talk to me anymore-“

“I didn’t say that!” Dream interrupted, “I’m just really drunk right now.” He put a hand on George’s shoulder, “I definitely don’t want you to stop talking to me. You’re still you. You’re the same George I’ve always known, just with a twist. I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

Dream leaned in for a kiss, his hand resting on George’s thigh, “is this okay?” Dream asked.

“Y- yeah, this is fine.” It was fine, just not exactly the reaction he was expecting.

The hand moved upward and pulled down on his waistband once again but George didn’t stop him this time around. He struggled a little bit but he wanted to just let it happen, so he did.

His sweats found their way to the ground, along with his shirt and all of Dream’s clothes. He found himself in the middle of Dream’s bed, almost swallowed whole by the king size mattress.

There was dirty blonde hair leaving a trail of tickles and kissed down his stomach. They both silently agreed to leave George’s underwear for last, almost like they wouldn’t unless they had to. But Dream did it anyway, slowly and followed by even more littered kisses.

“May I?” Dream asked with his head lowly placed between George’s thighs.

“We’re so drunk.” George laughed, almost hysterically, “Fucking go for it.”

So Dream did, it was obvious he knew what he was doing, even while being this drunk. George’s smaller hands ran their fingers through Dream’s hair, pulling slightly at the sensation. The way the blonde continued like it was nothing, he was eating out a best friend he’s known for so long and just found out he was trans like it was nothing. He attempted to make eye contact with George but his head was pushed back onto the mattress and his stomach showed that his back was arched without even having to check and see.

Muffled moans came as George used his wrist to cover his mouth. Dream slipped a finger into George, the feeling made him almost whimper.

“Are you actually that light or are you faking this right now.” Dream stopped to look up at George, still moving his finger in and out slowly.

George immediately stopped, “A little of both.” He said as his leg twitched a little from the finger still inside of him.

“Well what can I do to make you not have to fake it.” Dream asked and he moved his head back down to continue.

“You could fuck me.” His words made Dream stop almost immediately after restarting.

“I thought?” Dream questioned.

“I didn’t want to have sex earlier because I didn’t want you to know, little late for that now.” He laughed a little as he pulled Dream up to meet his face.

“You sure?”

“Dream, we’re drunk, I can’t really say I’m sure but I’m as sure as I can be.” George pulled the blonde down and kissed him silly as Dream loosened up a bit.

“Okay, I want this too.” Dream smiled as he pulled away from the kiss. He sat back on his legs and roughly pulled George towards him, “do we need a condom?”

“I don’t think so? I don’t get a period on testosterone so I assume not.”

“Okay beautiful.” Dream pulled George’s leg up and kissed his inner thigh, “Do you need anything else?”

“I mean I could use a vibrator but it’s ok-“

“On it.” Dream stood up from the bed and moved to his bedside table.

“No way, you’re nasty.” George laughed, “Dream uses a vibrator on himself.”

“Maybe I keep it for situations like this! You don’t know me.” Dream smiled into another kiss as he tossed a generic vibrator onto the bed.

They didn’t break their kiss while Dream moved back onto the bed. Making his way to a straddling position, Dream put the currently turned off vibrator up to George’s larger testosterone clit. The sensation of anything being down there made him feel at least a little excited. There was a familiarity with this however that made him even more excited. He didn't expect Dream to actually care about him finishing, let alone caring while he was drunk.

Dream wasted no more time, he turned it on as he pushed himself into George, condom free, “Fuck!” George yelled before covering his own mouth to stop himself from talking.

“Do you like it fast or slow?” Dream asked, keeping a steady middle ground pace.

George muffled into his hand a simple, “Go as hard as you can.”

Of course some part of him knew that wasn’t a good idea, giving Dream permission to rip him to shreds if he so pleased. If Dream really wanted, he could paralyze him until tomorrow, that was if he was lucky. Fantasies and wet dreams were all George had imagined, he wanted this so much more than even he fully understood.

“Please Dream.” he muffled again.

“What was that? I think you have to use your words, my prince.” There was no hiding the self satisfied smirk on Dream’s face.

“Fuck you.” George moved his hand to cover his eyes with embarrassment, “Please go as hard as you can.”

“Well since you asked so nicely.” Dream sped up his pace a little more, continuing to tease him with his vibrator.

More muffled moans flew out but they were different than before, these were real. George was enjoying himself, “Can- mm- can you call me a princess instead?” His hand still covered his face, avoiding eye contact.

Dream raised an eyebrow and removed George's hand from his eyes, forcing him to at least look somewhere, “A princess huh? Kinky.” Instead, George closed his eyes tightly and turned his head to the side, “if you want me to call you a princess you’re going to have to look at me.” He took a hand and squeezed a little on George’s chin, moving it to face his direction, “come on, look at me.”

So he did, he did it to get what he wanted. An overwhelming wave of shame covered him as soon as he opened his eyes to see a smiling Dream above him, “Please?” his words came out weaker than intended.

“Sure princess.” Dream said with a kiss to George’s cheek, “Anything for you.”

George’s head pushed back into the mattress underneath them as soon as Dream let go of his face. There was so much going on it made him feel a little overstimulated. A small tear fell from his eye and he realized just how little control he had here, and just how much he loved not having that control.

Of course wanting to be a bottom during sex was a give me for George, what he didn’t know was how much he would actually like it when it happened. Imagining someone railing you and having someone actually rail you are completely different experiences.

George squirmed under the larger man, it almost seemed like this was only getting George off but if you looked for just a little while you could see him failing to keep it all together. He wanted to act like he was stronger than this but he most definitely wasn’t, Dream was a weak, weak man.

More muffled moans and small whimpers came from both of them now. Words of profanity slipped out in the heat of the moment. This wasn’t really what either of them were expecting but god was it worth it.

Dream sped up his pace little by little. Eventually the clap of their skin was so loud there was no doubt someone downstairs heard them. It was a little embarrassing to think about but at the same time kind of exciting.

The vibrator stayed held in place. Dream could tell how well it worked on George, he was moving all around, never laying still. As a moment of teasing, Dream slowed down to a stop, basically just using George as a cockwarmer, “Why don’t you put in some work for me Princess?” Dream smiled.

“Wha- like?” George questioned before he began to move himself up and down as if he was doing this alone with just the vibrator. His hips moved up and down, slowly pushing Dream into him and pulling back out.

“Perfect. You’re doing so good.” Dream leaned down to kiss George, he kissed his lips, his cheek, his nose, his neck, anything he could get to. Still holding the vibrator in place, Dream began to leave small purple marks all over George’s neck and chest.

George let out more cut off moans, if in any other circumstance the noises would make him sound uncomfortable, you could tell now though that he was just trying to be quiet.

As Dream continued to suck lightly at George’s soft skin, George wrapped a leg around the younger boy’s torso. He pulled Dream’s body closer with small crescent marks digging into his shoulders. George continued to push himself into Dream and the vibrating pleasure that Dream had control of.

“Fuck!” George let out in a hushed yell before biting his lips. His breathing began to stagger as sweat began to cover their skin. He was so close, they both were.

Writhing with pleasure, Dream chased that high by taking over and slamming into George as hard as he could. With one simple motion both men were pushed over the edge. Greedy hands reached for the vibrator to hold it in place where he knew he would get the most from this.

“Damn.” Dream whipped sweat from his forehead. He pulled out followed by a trail of white cum making its way out. George still laid on the bed, back arched, in control of his own pleasure this time around, “Still finishing princess?” He smiled as he covered a finger in his cum and held it in front of George’s face.

When he finally pulled as much of a high as he could, George let go and opened his eyes to the sticky finger hovering above him. Without hesitation he opened his mouth and let his tongue come out, almost begging for Dream to stick his fingers down his throat.

Dream did as he saw fit, George sucked all the gooey cum off of his finger as he reached to his side table to grab a small hand towel. After a finish like that, Dream was tired, but you could tell George was 5 seconds away from passing out on the far too comfortable bed. So as the good, hopefully boyfriend, he was, Dream cleaned George up before sliding off the bed to put his underwear back on.

He helped George get his own underwear on before he tossed the soiled towel onto the ground. The last thing he did before joining the brunette in bed was grab a cold water bottle from the fridge in his room. He twisted the cap off and took a sip before placing it on the nightstand near George. Then he joined him in bed. The lights off and guests still downstairs, Dream went to bed with George. And it felt amazing. Everything was amazing.

Chapter 2: (CW: vomit)

George stood still in the doorway to the kitchen. Sapnap was at their island with Karl, Quackity, and Tina. Sapnap looked at George like he committed a murder, everyone else seemed fine. Karl and Tina were making some sort of breakfast and Quackity was on the phone with someone, though he did offer a smile and a wave when he noticed George enter the room.

“What. The. Fuck.” Sapnap started, Dream brushed against George unintentionally as he walked into the kitchen to grab anything that could offer him a decent amount of caffeine, “You did not. I refuse to believe this is real.” Sapnap hung his head low in his hands.

“What?” George tried his best to act calm, not completely sure if this was about the sex he had last night.

“While people were over?! Could you guys not wait about an hour?” He scoffed.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” George said quietly as he sat at the island across from Sapnap. There was no denying this was about the sex.

Sapnap rolled his eyes so hard you would think they would get lost in his head, “You know exactly what I’m talking about. All that ‘oh Dream! Go harder daddy please! My little boy hole can’t take-”

“Actually shut the fuck up.” George looked at him like he was insane, “I don’t even sound like that.”

Dream sipped on some coffee that didn’t even taste good as he moved to sit next to George. Karl turned around and gave Sapnap a kiss on the cheek, “One or two pancakes my love?”

“Gross.” Quackity gagged as he hung up his phone call. George, so humbly, decided to stay quiet. Maybe if he didn’t say anything no one would bring it up, “So how was the sex last night?” Quackity asked ever so casually.

George’s eyes shot open as Dream spit out a bit of his coffee, “How was what?” Dream asked.

“Don’t act all innocent, we all heard it.” Sapnap glared at the two.

“I’m leaving.” George stated as he stood up from his seat.

“Lame!” Quackity yelled as Dream stood up to follow George.

“Little golden retriever!” Sapnap yelled before they fully left the kitchen.

~

Things since that were a little awkward between the main group of six but it wasn’t anything unbearable. Sapnap teased them about it endlessly but Karl and Tina thought it was cute and often pushed Dream and George near each other whenever they could. Quackity was a wild card, he was always all over the place.

George ended up sleeping in bed with Dream most nights. It was more comfortable, plus he hated to admit it but he enjoyed the attention. Dream’s arms were warm and comforting compared to sleeping alone. He almost hated leaving them more than admitting he liked the attention.

Even still, he really had to pee, so he had to leave the comfort of being covered in Dream. So he did.

“You just went pee like half an hour ago.” Dream complained at the loss of contact.

“I’m sorry, I have to go again.” George playfully rolled his eyes as he walked into Dream’s personal bathroom. It was better than any other bathroom in the house.

He closed the door behind him, the early morning sun shone through a window. The bed was so warm and being awake felt so cold, but he had to go. As soon as he shut the door a wave of nausea came over him. He had to throw up so badly. Without being able to pee first George was on his knees in front of the toilet puking his guts out.

“George?” Dream asked from behind the closed door, “Are you ok?”

“Yeah-” George gagged, “Just perfect.”

“Can I open the door?”

George nodded before realizing Dream couldn't see that, he pushed himself to speak through the puke, “Yeah.”

Dream opened the door to see his boyfriend in pain on the floor. He tried his best to stay calm, kneeling down next to him. Dream offered a bit of comfort to the sick boy in front of him, “I’ll go get you some water.”

George continued to hurl anything that was left in his stomach. Once Dream came back with a water bottle George chugged as much as he could.

“What happened?” Dream asked.

“No idea.” George whipped some water from his face before he started to puke up a bit more. At this point it was mainly just the water but eventually it stopped. Dream took a wad of toilet paper and whipped George’s face clean, “I’m sorry.” George apologized as he leaned into the hands cleaning up his face.

“Don’t be sorry.” Dream smiled, “I like being able to help you.”

The two sat on the bathroom floor for what felt like forever, just talking to one another. It felt… domestic. That feeling of domesticity was almost as intoxicated as it was scary. Being in a relationship, settling down, both boys hated that idea.

Dream offered a soft smile as he started to stand up from the marble floor, “How about we take a shower? That might make you feel better.”

“Yeah, sounds good.” George took the hand offered to him as he brought himself back up to his feet. The water started running to heat up a bit before they jumped in. Dream helped George with taking off his clothes, not that he actually needed any help. Before he got to his pants George stopped him, “Are we showering together?” He questioned.

“If that’s alright with you.” Dream responded, continuing after George nodded. Dream tried his best not to stare but it was so tempting. Left from a few nights prior, the brunette had some slow healing hickeys covering his soft pale skin. Dream covered him in purple on any patch of skin he could get to.

George stepped into the large glass shower, nothing says fancy house like a huge clear shower. The white walls reflected slightly, showing a blurry image of Dream undressing. The water spewing out from the shower head was a comforting warmness to fill time before Dream hopped in behind him. Despite the large amount of room everywhere else in the shower, Dream pressed himself against George’s body. He rested his head on the older man’s shoulder and kissed softly into his neck.

The time spent simply under the warm water in each other's presence was refreshing. The morning was off to a rough start but George was determined to turn it around. He leaned into the touch, he allowed Dream to cover his hair in shampoo, he let Dream wash his body, he allowed himself to just be lazy for the day.

George was never one for being sick. Usually when he did get sick, his body went all out. He was basically on bedrest for a week after getting a common cold. This circumstance was different, he didn’t feel super shitty, he was just aware he threw up and didn’t like that feeling. Standing there, in the shower, George felt fine. Maybe it was the fact he had Dream with him now. He didn’t have to be sick alone.

They didn’t get out of the shower until the water began to run cold. The freeze of stepping out of the hower flew over them both. Dream quickly grabbed two towels and wrapped one around George. They both smiled as Dream playfully messed up George’s hair in an attempt to towel dry it for him.

The towel wrapped around Dream hung low on his hips. The v line leading down his stomach made George wish for a little more. Once Dream handed him his own towel, he wrapped it around his whole torso as he was used to doing.

George was the first one to leave the bathroom to go get dressed. He had forgotten he wasn’t in his own room, he had to do the walk of shame back to his room and hope to god no one was there. The hardwood floors were cold on his bare feet, he quietly opened the bedroom door and peeked his head out. Luck was on his side when he stepped out to see everyone’s doors closed.

Karl, Tina, Quackity, and of course Sapnap were still all presumably sleeping. George rushed to his room and shut the door behind him quickly. He immediately ran to his drawers and pulled out a pair of clean underwear to slip on. His towel slipped to the ground and he turned around to see Tina look up from her phone and see him completely naked in the process.

“Oh my god, I'm so sorry!” Tina rushed to cover her eyes. She was sitting on his bed playing on her phone this whole time and he had somehow not noticed her. She was, however, the best of the four other people in the house to be in this situation with. George stood for a second, completely shocked, before he quickly put on his underwear and continued getting dressed.

An awkward cough from George cleared the air after he had gotten fully dressed, “George I’m so sorry.” Tina apologized once again, “I swear I didn’t to I just-”

“It’s ok.” He looked away from her.

“No! It’s not! I should’ve warned you I was in here!” Tina continued to apologize to no end.

George quickly thought of some excuse to get her to stop looking like she was on the verge of tears, “How about we just don’t tell anyone about it and we're cool?”

Tina looked at him like she couldn’t believe what he said, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, just don’t tell anyone about… that.” George repeated, ensuring she wouldn’t talk about the elephant in the room to anyone else.

Tina nodded, “I won’t tell a soul.” Tina zipped her lips and threw away the key.

“I’m assuming you want an explanation then?” He sighed as he moved to sit against his dresser.

“If you don’t want to talk about it we don’t have to. It's ok, you shouldn’t feel like you have to tell anyone about it. I’m sorry.” While she spoke she seemed genuinely distressed. She really seemed to care.

“It’s ok, sometimes it’s a relief to not have to hide the fact I’m trans from my friends.”

“Does Dream know then?”

“Yeah, but only Dream. I didn’t even tell him until a few nights ago right after the whole seven minutes in heaven dare thing.” George awkwardly raised his hand to rub his shoulder.

Tina nodded, taking in the information, “Alright. Why don’t we stop talking about it and go get some food? Pretend it never even happened.” She suggested.

“We can do that. Can you promise me something first?” George asked with unintentional puppy dog eyes, “Don’t treat me differently now that you know, please?”

“Of course, I promise.” Tina put a hand over her heart as she swore to treat him the same, “Now let's get something to eat!”

George nodded and stood up from the floor. The two of them walked down to the kitchen together to eat something. By now it was a little late for breakfast but who was going to tell George’s starving stomach no?

~

Ever since Tina found out about George, the two got a lot closer. Being able to be his authentic self in front of someone who better understood his biological issues was something he never knew he needed. Truth be told, Tina understood him more than he ever thought she would. It made sense, she was born a female too, but for some reason letting Tina in was never something George considered.

Things were going well with Dream too. They never officially told anyone that they started dating but they were sure it was obvious enough from the hickeys on each other's necks and the random displays of affection they tried to keep PG while outside of the bedroom.

Everything seemed to be going so well, something was bound to snap eventually. Both boys figured it would be Sapnap who ruined something by being fed up with his two best friends having sex and being all romantic and shit all the time without telling him. However, Sapnap didn’t actually care all that much, sure a little salty they didn’t explicitly say something to him but he was not about to be that petty to them. What actually ended up shifting things was much more serious than a revenge seeking housemate.

“Fuck!” Dream grit his teeth as he slammed into George.

Blissed out and barely able to form a full sentence, “Oh God-” The brunette tried to speak, “Please Dream!”

“What is it princess, what do you want from me?” Dream smiled as sweat dripped from his forehead.

George bit his bruised lip, “Fill me up please!” His back arched up as Dream continued to push him to the edge.

“What was that?” Dream pretended, “I didn’t catch that.” He slowed his speed a little, teasing the already squirming sub beneath him.

“Give me your all.” George pulled Dream’s chest close with his nails digging into his freckled shoulders, “Breed me please.” He begged.

Dream’s eyes shot open for a second, “Well when you put it that way.”

The tired blonde went faster and faster until they both finished. Of course with any gay sex, you don’t mean to it when you say “breed”, it’s not going to work. There's no fear of accidentally cumming in someone and rushing to the store to go get some plan B. It was the idea of the thing, and both boys loved the idea of it with no intention of ever going through with it.

Once they were all cleaned up, they laid in Dream’s king sized bed and enjoyed the company of one another. The nights were all filled with cuddles and after care. George usually fell asleep first, he finished so hard it took more out of him than the person putting in all the physical work. It gave Dream the chance to simply admire his boyfriend. His favorite example of this was after morning sex, George could fall asleep with the sun blaring in his eyes. The glow made the already perfect boy even more breathtaking.

Unfortunately, most mornings recently, sex or not, George ended up running to the bathroom ready to puke. Dream suggested they go to a doctor, a one time thing isn’t as concerning but George did this almost every morning. It’s not like the internet could help them, if they looked up the symptoms it would just tell them George was pregnant which was already ruled out as a possibility.

George begged not to go to a hospital, he hated them, especially in America. So instead of that, he went to Tina, figuring she had some idea of what might be happening. She asked him about any weird or concerning things that were happening that he was worried about. They both secretly knew where this might be going but both considered it impossible. So Tina, the only smart one, looked up what Drem and George had been avoiding this whole time. She checked to see if there was a possibility for trans men to get pregnant.

He looked away as Tina scrolled through generic google answers to the question, “It can’t happen, I don’t get a period my body isn’t fit to have a child.” He tried to calm his racing thoughts aloud.

“I just want to make sure, for your sake.” Tina let out a small sigh as google gave her answers she knew Dream and George would hate, “How about we get a test, just in case.”

“Well what’s google saying?” George asked. Tina gave him a look that begged him to drop the question, “What is google saying Tina?”

“Just in case, ok? Google isn't right most of the time anyways!” She answered, standing up from the kitchen island and going to grab her keys, “Come on, we can rule it out this way.”

“But… what if I don’t like the results?”

“Either way, positive or negative, we’ll get through it.”

“Ok.”

George reluctantly followed Tina out to her car. The ride to the nearest Walgreens wasn’t actually long, but it felt like forever to George. The two of them walked around looking for the right aisle. Tina looked through the options on the shelfs full of all kinds of sex related items. She took the best option and walked to the front of the store, figuring it would be easier to just buy it for him instead of making George go up and buy it all by himself.

“That’ll be $8.49.” The store worker looked at them with excited eyes, “I hope you two get the result you want. You both look like you’ll be fine parents.”

Tina and George looked at each other awkwardly and decided it would be easier to just take the half assed compliment instead of explaining it was actually for George, the cis male presenting half to the group of them both.

“Thanks.” Tina smiled, “We’re going to head to the bathroom.” She smiled.

“Here?!” George looked terrified as Tina dragged him to the back of the store, “I don’t even have to pee.”

“Would you rather go through the ride back home and find some way to dispose of a pregnancy test without anyone seeing or would you rather take it now and easily toss it in the trash here?” Tina looked at him, more seriously than he had ever seen her.

“Ok, let’s do it here.”

Tina opened the bathroom door and checked if anyone was in a stall. With a deep breath, Tina let him know the stalls were all empty. George quickly ran to a stall and opened the packaging, the small thermometer looking stick felt like death in his hands, “I’m right out here if you need anything.” Tina let him know as she stood just in front of his stall.

“This feels wrong.” Tina would have given him a harder time if it hadn’t sounded like he was on the verge of tears, “It’s going to be negative, right?”

“Hopefully.” Tina answered, a little too honest for George’s sanity.

Without another word, George peed on the test. It was awkward and his body just barely let him, but he did it. Now all they had to do was wait. Dream was visiting his family for the day, so he wasn’t home. There was a small comfort in the fact Dream was gone, if it came back negative he wouldn’t even have to tell Dream he left the house.

The 15 minutes straight of waiting was agony. Eternity took forever and it was brutal, “Remember, tests are wrong all the time, this just gives us a rough idea.” Tina tried to provide support.

“I don’t even want to look at it.” George held his stomach, he felt like he was going to throw up again.

“I will, I’ll let you know how it goes.” She smiled, hoping it would help.

George stared at himself in the mirror. This was really all his fault wasn’t it? Dream asked him if he needed to use a condom and yet he didn’t bother to look it up and give him a real answer. He just told him no and they went on. Maybe he should’ve said yes anyways, they’re good at preventing more than just pregnancies anyways.

An older woman entered the bathroom and gave George a dirty look for being there, despite the pregnancy test in Tina’s hands, “I think I’m going to throw up.”

“It’ll be okay, I promise.”

“What would we tell everyone else? They’re going to treat me differently.”

“No they won’t. They’re all supportive people. You don’t need to worry about it. It will probably come back negative anyways.”
“You’re right, it’ll be fine.”

An alarm went off in Tina’s back pocket. George looked at her like she was going to tell him he had 5 minutes left to live. She took a deep breath once more and looked down at the test in her hands, hiding the results from George’s view for suspense.

“What does it say Tina?” George looked at her, terrified. There were only two ways this could go.

Chapter 3: (Positive)

“What does it say Tina?” George looked at her, terrified. There were only two ways this could go.

“George… it says positive.” George took a step back. This couldn’t be real, she had to be messing with him. This was all some cruel elaborate joke that Tina had planned against him.

“Congratulations.” The older woman smiled as she flushed her toilet and completely messed with the vibe in the room, not that it was going well anyways.

“Tina… tell me you’re joking.” George begged, not bothering to spare the grandma’s feelings.

She looked at the test and held it out to George, “I’m not joking, I’m so sorry George.” Tina looked like she was about to cry just as much as George was.

Tons of thoughts raced through George’s mind.one thought overpowered the rest, “I’m going to need some ice cream.” He quickly left the bathroom and made his way to the frozen foods.

Tina quickly took a picture of the test in case the results changed due to being exposed to the air for too long and shoved it in the box. She ran after George quickly, what were they going to tell the others?

George was practically against the glass, looking closely at every container of ice cream. Cold tears ran down his face as he picked up two tubs of mint chocolate chip ice cream.

“George.“ Tina caught up to him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll pay for it. It’s mine anyways.” George wiped his cheeks and offered a clearly forced smile.

Normally, Tina would acknowledge that this wasn’t healthy, tell him he could only have one tub at most but that he didn’t need ice cream anyway. But the poor boy just found out he was pregnant, George was pregnant. George was going to have to explain, to at least the house of his friends, that he was in fact a trans man and that he was now pregnant.

What was he going to tell Dream? It’s not like there’s a casual way to tell your boyfriend that you’re pregnant when you yourself are a male as well. There was no advice to be offered, no wikihow to explain this one. Everyone was going to have to know about him, people are going to treat him differently. Of course once you tell one person you know there’s a higher likelihood that more people will find out, but there was still some sort of hope in George that only Tina and Dream would have to know.

George took his ice cream up to the counter, the same checkout that they had gone to before this. The cashier looked at them with eager eyes, of course. He paid for the ice cream, avoided the conversation and walked out to Tina’s car.

There seemed to be no way this day could get any worse. Before they reached the car however, someone yelled their name from behind them. A random fan had spotted them and was rapidly approaching the two. George tried to quickly wipe the tears from his face before the fan had reached them. He had spoken too soon when he assumed things couldn’t get any worse.

The fan rushed over and got a picture with the two that would inevitably float its way around the internet and remind George of this moment in time for the rest of his life. His eyes were red and his cheeks were bloated and he had multiple tubs of ice cream in the Walgreens bag in his hands. Someone was bound to notice how odd the picture was and some new and weird speculation would float around. On the brighter side, Tina looked gorgeous, she always did.

Once they were in the privacy and safety of the locked car George burst into tears, “This cannot be happening.”

“Hey, hey. Everything’s going to be ok.” Tina tried to reassure him, “Let’s just get home, maybe watch a movie.”

“I can’t believe I was this stupid!” George cried out, emphasis on the word “stupid”.

“Don’t think of it like that! This could have happened to anyone.”

“But to me?! I’ve been a boy for longer than I can remember, how the fuck am I supposed to explain that I'm pregnant? Everybody knows me as George, hell my parents barely remember my birth name anymore.”

Tina nodded, not understanding the circumstances completely, “I can be with you when you decide to tell Dream if you want. I’ll be there when you tell everyone else too. Just let me know.” She took his hand and held it close to her. She provided a small comfort, just enough to save the breakdown that was forming in his mind.

There was a nice chilly air outside. A small rain cloud was drizzling above him as he laid out in the grass, gazing at the cloudy and dark night sky. Dream slid the backyard door open and saw the boy laying in the grass. Dream had just gotten home from his parents house, he had no idea what was happening.

“Everything alright?” Dream asked as he sat down in the grass next to George.

He had to tell Dream eventually. The light drizzle passed for a moment, he couldn’t play any tears off as rain now. With a sharp breath and a shaky voice, George went straight to rip the bandaid off, “I’m pregnant.”

“Wha- what?” Dream snapped his attention quickly from the moving clouds to George’s melancholic expression.

“I’m sorry.” Tears fell from his eyes before he could even begin to try and stop them, “I’m so sorry.”

A long pause covered the two as the drizzle began to wash over then once again, “George.”

The house they lived in was on the ocean, bright lights and cars passed through the reflection, offering a nice distraction from the topic at hand, “I can stay somewhere else if you want. To avoid any issues or uncomfortable-“

“No!” The objection startled George, “Don’t leave, please. This is just as much my fault as it is yours. Let me help out.”

“But if I hadn’t told you we didn’t need protection then maybe we wouldn’t be here. It’s all my fault.” George wiped a mixture of tears and rain from his cheek as he sniffled.

“Don’t say that. There are other ways we could’ve prevented this and we didn’t. It’s not any more your fault than mine.” Dream reassured him. The blonde pulled his boyfriend into his lap to hold him, “We can figure this out, I promise.”

“I’m going to have to tell everyone that… that I’m.”

“Don’t worry about that yet, we have time.” Dream held him even closer.

“It’ll be pretty hard to hide the fact my body has a whole human body in it.” George covered his face with his hands in shame.

Dream set his chin on the top of George’s head, “No one said we have to go through nine months, we could end it earlier.”

“Maybe we should, a baby in a body that’s not really fit to have children can’t be good for the child.” He put his hand to his stomach for the first time since he found out. It almost felt surreal to think there was something forming in there, “Tina knows.”

“You told Tina?” Dream asked.

“Not exactly, but she knows about it. She made me take the test.”

Chapter 4: (negative)

“What does it say Tina?” George looked at her, terrified. There were only two ways this could go.

Tina

~

George allowed his back to roughly hit Dream’s mattress. His hands naturally fell above him as he smiled at the blonde moving on top of him. A small tingle or butterflies fills his entire body, putting him even more in the mood.

Dream held George’s arms above him as he kissed the shorter boy silly, “Dream” George breathily pushed out when he had the chance, “please fuck me.”