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The two-story house was alight with excitement. Immediately following the departure of their father for a work trip, Wilbur had set up a party. Ever eager to get his hands on a new girlfriend, sadly his loser personality always got in the way. His younger brother Tommy however, wasn’t the fondest of big social gatherings, loud noises and particularly drunk, unpredictable students. He would grunt and squint at Wilbur, then go hide in his room when people started pouring in early that evening.

Tommy ducked under their gazes as he made trips around the house, to the fridge and the living room. Collecting snacks and his Switch, as he planned to hole up for the next couple of hours. He was never popular in school and that didn’t change when he graduated and started college. In fact, it might be slightly worse. He found himself the target of an upperclassman, a real bully. He played on their school’s football team and so was quite popular. Always surrounded by his best mates and sometimes a few other people, mostly on the football team as well.

Tommy disliked him greatly. He towered a head above him, which was an unusual experience for the spring bean-shaped teen. He would corner Tommy and tell him to drop his belongings in The Hole. The Hole being a spot behind the male college dorms which was dug out by rodents. The funny part was, or at least to Dream and his friends, was that Tommy might get bitten by a creature when he reaches down to get his backpack. Thankfully that hadn’t happened yet, but something told Tommy that this won’t stop until he does get mauled by something.

Speaking of the devil, Dream entered his house. Flanked by two other team members, Sapnap and Punz. Tommy grimaced, just as he had retrieved his Switch from the couch, before some fat lad could crush it. As Dream stepped into the living room, their eyes met briefly and the bastard grinned at him. Tommy shot back a sneer before turning away into the crowd. Having that green hoodie-wearing prick inside his home was a step too far. Tommy rushed up the stairs as quickly as he could, turning into his room and closing the door. He pressed his back against it, sighing with relief as it dulled a lot of the sounds from downstairs.

The evening drew on and Tommy had grown tired of the loud music his brother chose to play. He had resorted to hiding in the bathroom adjacent to his room. Sat on the toilet seat with his legs crossed and face glued to the Switch. That is, until he heard the distinct click of his bedroom door being opened. Tommy looked to the still-closed bathroom door with a questioning brow. There were footsteps on the carpet, going into the room, maybe a little uneven. It sounded like someone wandering inside. Tommy took his earphones out and called,

“Wilbur?”

The person outside paused, evident by the sudden thud of steps that suggested he had turned in the direction of the bathroom. No one else should be on the second floor besides them, since only the bedrooms were up here.

The footsteps approached the bathroom door, and Tommy still looked out in confusion. Was this bitch drunk already? Last time there was a party,  Wilbur made him go around the whole house with him, carrying his lightweight ass like a crutch. Just as the teen prepared an exasperated sigh, the door opened fully.

Swung open as if they didn’t know they’d be entering a private area. Tommy’s eyes widened as a pair of green ones fell back on him with equal confusion. There Dream was, a glass beer bottle half-finished in his hand and the other holding the door open.

A moment of surprise passed before Tommy jumped to his feet, slightly heated in the face and with appalled brows tightly knit.

“Hey!! What the fuck are you doing up here? This is my room, asshole, get out!!” He commanded with a pointed finger as he moved forward, aiming to chase off the offender. But his finger curled into Dream’s firm chest with no sign of him moving.

The other looked down at him, still a little out of it, it seems. His cheeks were dusted with red and his pupils round, suggesting he might be a little intoxicated. Dream blinked at Tommy before his expression turned delighted.

“Tommy! Hi,” His tone sounded glad even. “Is this your room?”

Dream turned to look back over his shoulder, at the dark bedroom which was admittedly not very tidy. Feeling his gaze wander, embarrassment suddenly showered on Tommy. He stepped around the taller man to block his view and abruptly shut the bathroom door in his face before he could think better of it. Now the pair of them were left alone inside.

Dream was slow to react, but quickly turned his sights back on the other with a smug look and shrugging arms.

“Aw, what was that for? I’m a guest, aren’t I?”

Tommy’s fists were balled for lack of knowing what else to do with them. “Not in my room you’re not!” He remarked bitingly. Dream’s presence set his brain on high alert.

“That’s mean. Though I was looking for a place to piss anyway.” Dream moved past Tommy as if he didn’t have a care in the world. It was only once he lifted the toilet seat up that the teen sprung into action and slapped it down again.

“HEY!! You’re not doing that here!”

“Wilbur said—”

“Wilbur’s fucking dumb, you’re not gonna do that here and in front of me, what the hell,” It just dawned on Tommy as he went on, that Dream was going to relieve himself right then and there with him watching. Something lurched in his stomach at the thought.

Tommy swiftly shifted behind Dream and pressed his palms on his back, “Get out of here, go in the garden or something.”

He felt the man breathlessly chuckle before turning to face him. One of Tommy’s wrists was grabbed in the process, when they stayed in the air after not having any fabric to grab onto anymore.

“You’re the one who closed the door on me,” Dream shot back with a raised brow. With an inquiring gaze, he continued, “What are you doing in here anyway? Typical Tommy, running away from his peers because he’s a little shut-in loser.”

“Wh—What the fuck,” Tommy exclaimed in disdain, trying to pry his hand back. He got it only after some effort and held it as if Dream had burned him. He didn’t like having the older man this close, his presence did something to him, something vile that he had too many thoughts about.

Bright green eyes regarded him whole, Tommy saw them flick up and down his body and then pearly white teeth smirking back at him just a little too sharply. All framed on a handsome, freckled face, tanned by many hours of practice under the sunlit track field. Dream was a wrong’un in Tommy’s eyes and yet he looked like an angel.

“Waiting for company to come to you?” There was a suggestion in those words that confused Tommy. “Maybe a couple of men in rapid succession?”

Tommy blinked at him with puzzlement, “What are you on about?”

“Oh, you know.” Dream shrugged innocently, his words were a little slurred here and there. On account of the beer bottle sloshing in his hands whenever he made a gesture. “I’m not judging. Everyone knows you like guys.”

Tommy stiffened and then realization came to him all at once. He was frozen, except for the angry blush spreading all across his face. It wasn’t a lie, except Dream was not supposed to know that. And he was most certainly not in here waiting for-for men to come by…

“H–How dare–” He uttered through his teeth.

Dream barked out a laugh and pushed Tommy away from the toilet so he could finally use it. Whether he was joking or not faded into the teen’s subconscious as he was put forth back into the present. Stumbling back almost into the bathtub as Dream took position for the relief he needed.

As he attempted to speak again, he unfortunately heard the sound of the man’s zipper come undone and watched with horror as his bully took himself out of his underwear, seemingly in his own world. Conveniently ignoring the other person in the room. He sighed contently while Tommy rapidly averted his whole body. But it was too late. The image was in his head and he couldn’t forget it if he wanted to. His poor stomach curled again, but to his surprise, it wasn’t all disgust this time. If Dream wasn’t so mean to him, maybe… Maybe nothing. That was a one time thing, a fluke, a mistake, a memory Tommy had buried. He shouldn’t have thought about Dream when he was in such a precarious position on his bed that one night. All because he got a little roughed up when he refused to throw his backpack in the hole. Back then, Dream had wrestled him to the wall, cornered until he relented. He had a strong grip on account of the sport he played. Sleeves rolled up to his elbows much like they are now, the thin hoodie wrapped flatteringly around his shoulders.

The toilet flushed and Dream even had the decency to put the seat back down. On top of the water tank sat Tommy’s Switch and the uninvited guest reached for it.

“What’s this? What were you playing—”

Tommy abruptly snatched it out of Dream’s hands, enough force to make his arms swivel down and blink in surprise. But his intoxicated wit turned that open mouth into a smirk.

“Were you watching porn in here?”

“Stop touching my fuckin’ things—NO.” Tommy retorted quickly. Pleasant music from the game Animal Crossing was still playing.

He turned around to grab a towel and hastily brush the console with a disgusted face. “You didn’t even wash your hands.”

Dream perked up at this and walked around Tommy to stand at the sink, while the teen was scolding him. The shorter blond looked at him with suspicion as the faucet started.

“That’s my bad I guess. Well ,” he sighed with finality, “Thanks for letting me use your bathroom. Have fun with your…” Dream circled a pointed finger at Tommy’s Switch, “Gay porn or whatever.”

The amused look on his stupid face set Tommy only further alight and he shoved the bright screen into it. “I’m not watching porn, see?! You’re the one thinking of—of dicks an’ shit. And you’re so not welcome, by the way,”

Dream rolled his eyes and shrugged. “Maybe.”

“And you can bully me at school but you can’t do it here, this is my house,” Tommy continued his tirade, however this didn’t deter the sly smile on the other’s face as he circled around him.

“So–So I make the rules ‘n you have to follow them,” Tommy took a step back as Dream took one too close into his personal space. That short movement derailed his train of thought briefly as he registered the last thing Dream had said instead.

“I–I… um…”

Dream’s shadow was beginning to swallow him and Tommy didn’t exactly have much more room to move. Soon his back was at the door.

“What… What did you say?” The teen looked up at his upperclassman with knit brows and rounded eyes, having to tip his neck back to see his lazy stare. Dream extended an arm forward and planted it on the wood beside Tommy’s shoulder.

The teen pressed further back but he was cornered. His fingertips tapped nervously over the door, against the soft fabric of his bathrobe. This felt like deja vu.

Dream hummed and glanced to the side as if in thought. He loved messing with Tommy and messing him up, but this was new even for him. These strange new ideas that had bubbled to the surface, but might not even be that foreign. It even felt right, Tommy looked good from this angle. Up close, Dream might even be able to appreciate what little attractive features he had. Sharp jaw, bright and energetic eyes, fluffy locks of golden hair that Dream would love to feel around his fingers. A springy, lithe build that he could probably sling over his shoulder if he really tried. Tommy also had the kind of personality that Dream found attractive. Even now, as he was blushing at the taller man, his gaze was still sharp and flared. Lips puffy and barely holding back his teeth, but a wavering resolve, evident in his buckling knees.

Dream had tilted his head and leaned in to observe him closer, which further made Tommy aware of the growing tension. Something had happened in the past minute that his mind was clueless of, but body aware. He turned his head away only slightly, before it was captured by Dream’s hand, instilling eye contact on him again. But Tommy could not look at him directly, his hands shot up to Dream’s chest and stood firmly between them. Even as he felt calloused fingers holding his cheeks.

“Didn’t say there was anything wrong with a little gay porn.”

Tommy's attention shot back onto him, the sound of his voice having dropped. He spoke way too close to him. Their faces were inches away now and Dream slowly let his hand fall off of the teen’s face. His lips had remained parted on the last word he said, obscene and uncalled for.

Tommy was a slave to his feelings. With Dream batting his thick eyelashes at him, he couldn’t help but look down to his lips and his own relaxed in preparation. Despite what he might think of himself later, at this moment there’s nothing he’d want more. He wasn’t that oblivious. Clearly Dream was coming onto him, but Dream was also his college bully and drunk. Was he even serious? Did he want the same things? He was so close that Tommy could taste his beer breath fanning over his mouth. He stayed there, pinned to the door and almost pliant in anticipation. If he forgot for a moment that they have beef, then he might just grab Dream by his hoodie and pull him into a kiss himself. But he waited with bated breath for the older man to do it. His arms relaxed between them and folded at the elbow, further inviting Dream to come closer. His heart racing and face blushing.

Finally, a small brush, then–

Dream abruptly pulled away.

“You thought I was gonna kiss you!!” His voice was so loud and lively compared to the moment they just shared.

Tommy sank into the floor with shame. “N–NO, NO !” 

Dream’s wheezy laughter ensued, but their position hadn’t changed aside from the man leaning back as far as he could without tipping over. Tommy stared at the tiled floor like he hoped it would cave in under him. How could he ever think that Dream would be kind to him? Let alone emotionally available.

“You’re the one who fuckin—fucking shoved me in a corner!!” He was quick to accuse back, renewing his effort to keep Dream away, though his arms were just barely able to extend all the way before Dream caught one of them by the elbow.

“Get off’a me already—”

His wrist was pinned against the door as Dream straightened up again.

“I don’t know, I kind of like this.” He tilted his head, slightly lolling on account of the alcohol. “I always liked playing around with you, but this is like, the first time when other people aren’t around.”

Tommy’s body still tingled, but he now feared getting dropped in the toilet, from the way Dream talked. This was a terrible position for him, even worse if word gets out that he got owned in his own house, in his most private area.

“You’re just very fun to mess with.” Dream watched him smugly. His thumb pushed under Tommy’s clenched fist and into his sweaty palm. Tommy responded by clenching harder. It almost felt like the other man was getting a feel of his arm, the very skin and bone that makes it up.

“You’re still blushing even, like, you really thought ,” He dissolved into another short and breathy laugh.

Tommy’s scowling glare fell to the floor once more. “I–I was not!! It’s humid in here, it’s the bathroom, asshole.”

“Aw, it’s stuffy?” Dream cooed at him. “Do you like getting stuffed?”

This time Tommy was surely furiously red, but not because his bully had him cornered in a compromising position.

“That’s—I– What the fuck,” His brain shorted on that question and yet Dream still watched him for an answer. It was then that Tommy realized how much he was blushing too. It can’t all be the alcohol.

“I’m kind of… feeling stuffy myself.” Dream added with a sideways glance, almost awkwardly so, betraying his previous confidence and frankly, dominating lead on the situation.

His legs shuffled and Tommy had the bright idea to look down. There was a noticeable bulge on his black cargo pants. The teen turned his head away so fast he got whiplash.

“So… if you don’t mind it, I mean.”

“Fucking what, “ Tommy gasped, both of them struggled to make eye contact now.

“Which I don’t think you do, but, you know,” Dream shrugged. “I–I wouldn’t if you had pushed me away earlier, if I wasn’t like, at least eighty percent sure.”

“I… What are you talking about? You’re really coming onto me.” Tommy deadpanned. He didn’t know whether to feel flattered, vindicated or horrified. “You’re drunk as shit, aren’t you? You’re gonna pass out on the side of my toilet.”

“No! No, I’m–I’m quite aware, thank you. I can handle drinking.” Dream rolled his eyes as if his honor had been challenged and he needed to defend it. “Besides, it’s not like that at all! I just think it’d be fun. It’s what people do at parties. And you like me.”

“I most certainly do not!!” Tommy scoffed, amusement seeping into his voice. Perhaps he needed a good chuckle after all that, to get his head working again.

“You do, you wanted me to kiss you.” Dream reminded smugly, “You were so waiting for that to happen, but I’m not like, really into men, honestly.”

Tommy had to disagree on that one, given their current circumstances and the silent request being made.

“That was a fluke! I had nowhere to go! You weren’t giving me a choice,”

“Come on, you always have a choice. Just like closing the door on me.” Dream shrugged. He was far too casual about it now.

“You’re the one holding the door now…” Tommy grumbled under his breath.

“I can make this pretty good for you. You’re probably, what, a virgin?”

Tommy got flustered and raised his voice, abhorrent, “Who do you think you are?! I get way more women than you!! You have to lock people up in their bathrooms and pretend to go kiss them!!”

The last bit seemed to actually hit Dream but the recovery was instant. He grabbed Tommy’s jaw and pulled himself forward until their feet bumped into each other. Tommy’s breath hitched as he was pressed like a pancake, awaiting the other man’s next move. And Dream glared at him for a moment, studiously then. He squeezed Tommy’s face tight as if instructing him to stay silent, then slid his hand slowly down to the column of his throat and pulled him face to face with a grin.

“Well I’m better than a woman,” He said low and confident, “A woman can’t do to you what I can.”

Tommy shivered, held on his last breath as it came out in a pathetic little sound. And he knew Dream was right, just from the way he kneaded the skin of his neck. That’s all the convincing Tommy needed at that moment, it always made him weak. He’d hold his own throat when doing it alone in his bedroom. This felt like a too personal attack.

The older teen’s hand came off the door and instead brushed over Tommy’s side. At first he was squeamish, twitching away from the new touch, but it soon rested over his shirt fully. A switch turned up in Tommy’s mind as a warm palm spread over his ribs. He was done being Dream’s punching bag, to do with as he pleased. He took matters into his own hands, literally.

Suddenly grabbing Dream roughly by his hips and pulling him forward. Tommy relished in the look of surprise on his face as he brought them closer, until his lips reached his bully’s. He tasted Dream quickly and only half-confidently. The bitter taste of beer was still there, but it was nothing compared to the explosion of neurons in his brain when he heard Dream yelp. He kissed Tommy back and kneaded his side, turning his head to deepen their kiss. His tongue poked at Tommy’s lips and set fire to his skin, burning his brain awake to what he’d just initiated.

Tommy then pushed Dream away again, separating their mouths albeit reluctantly. He breathed slowly, catching the look in Dream’s eyes. Hazy and hungry, locked onto him with that hand still holding onto his shirt and the other close to dropping his bottle on the tiles. Tommy would say he looked enamoured, if he didn’t know any better.

“You pushed me to the ground just this week,” He mumbled half-heartedly. He’d already made his choice. “Threw my backpack in the stupid hole again,”

Dream gave an interested hum.

“Why? Trying to look cool in front of the football team?”

“Well,” Dream mulled over, extending the word with a growl behind his tongue. “I don’t need to try.”

The pair regarded each other for a long moment, contemplating. Tommy furrowed his brows and chewed on his lip against the lingering taste of Dream. The teen thought deeply about it, he really did. This kind of banter must be how Dream asks for consent, because he could have overpowered Tommy by now, but instead he implied for this to be a mutual exchange. Unbeknownst to him, Dream had liked him for a while now. But the only exchanges the two of them could afford were at Tommy’s expense, because he was foul-mouthed, loud, confrontational and openly gay, while Dream hadn’t been able to explore his sexuality that much. Tommy would be his first boy. Maybe it was only Tommy whom he liked. There was only one way to find out.

When they first met, Tommy getting shoved in a locker happened by pure chance. It’s not really what Dream had wanted to assist in doing, but he couldn’t deny that it was fun. Tommy’s lanky wrists and ankles fit easily into Dream’s fists and his hair bounced above his knees as he was forced down. The teen folded like a lawn chair, which was fascinating at the time. Ever since then, it’s the only way Dream’s gotten contact from Tommy, until now, when they were alone in their own world and Dream realized he wanted him in a specific way. Whether or not he liked Tommy for anything else was irrelevant, he’ll be over it after tonight and heck, Tommy might even stop getting bullied, since Dream would have gotten his fill. It was the alcohol giving him dumb ideas and needs.

He eyed Tommy invitingly, tapping a finger over his lips as he took a step towards him again. This time, Tommy faced him head on and cut the distance short. The two grabbed each other like starving men, pulling and crushing whatever their fingers came into contact with. Bottle discarded, Dream’s hands roamed Tommy’s sides eagerly, until the teen took him by the hood and forced Dream down to his level where they could kiss again. Ravenous and wet smacking, poorly coordinated with clacking teeth. Finding balance between each other was not on the agenda. Dream tried to push Tommy back into the door and pin his arms down, but the teen wouldn’t let him have all the control again, this was not the alley behind their dorms.

Tommy bit on Dream’s bottom lip hard enough to elicit a grunt from him and took the chance to lick inside his mouth. More alcohol, more fervor. Dream plunged his tongue as far as he could inside Tommy’s open mouth. He closed their lips together and explored the hot inside. Tommy whimpered at the sudden intrusion and his back hit the door with a loud thud. He felt Dream smirk against him and his rosy cheek brushed over his skin. Dream was feasting on him, not letting Tommy separate them at all. Dream kissed like his life depended on it. Tommy opened his eyes to see the woozy look with which the older teen regarded him, remembering Dream was at least a little bit drunk. His arms tightened around his neck, urging the other closer. Dream pulled their hips flush and Tommy felt something poke the soft skin between his leg and crotch. Dream’s eyes fluttered shut as he bucked his hips into the other, both of them making a heinous noise.

Their mouths finally parted and each took a long, gasping breath, as still-connected saliva bridged from their lips. Dream snaked a hand behind Tommy’s head and shoved it down into his chest. The teen let out an oouf as he was met with the graphic image of Dream palming himself through his black cargo pants. There was a visible tent growing there and he blushed hard, the past couple of minutes suddenly hitting him like a freight train. Making out with Dream was already a far reach, now he was being welcomed to the banquet. His feelings towards the older man hadn’t really changed, but they’d moved to the front of his mind. His once accidental fantasy was playing out in real time. He turned his head to see how winded Dream looked, how wide his pupils were and his flushed face.

“Do you wanna see the whole thing?”

The man asked him and Tommy gulped, nodding slowly. This was no fantasy anymore.

“Wanna taste it?” Dream offered him a lopsided smirk from his lolling head. 

Another slow nod from Tommy and he was soon falling to his knees with little help from Dream’s hand which now settled firmly in his hair.

He came to stare at the sizable bulge under the fabric and the frantic way in which Dream unzipped it and shuffled the pants down was almost an afterthought. He palmed his dick through his boxers, where a wet spot was forming. Dream sighed and summoned his focus,

“Go on then, take it out. Wanna see what that mouth can do down there.”

Tommy reached up to the elastic of his boxers, nails scraping skin as he pulled them down aggressively. Dream hissed from the sensitive feeling, followed by his cock springing up. Tommy followed the movement with his widening eyes, until they met Dream’s who looked down at him wolfishly. The large appendage hung between them, leaking and hard. Tommy grasped the base with one hand and brought the other on the head, making a circular motion with both of them.

Dream delighted in the touch, scratching the teen’s scalp encouragingly.

“Fuck, what are your parents feeding you,” Tommy grimaced as he positioned the cock in line with his mouth. He was doubtful about being able to take this, despite having his lips around silicon dicks plenty of times. But the real thing was another story and Tommy was becoming starkly aware of this after the way his bully pointed out his lack of a sexual life.

Dream chuckled heartily above him, a smile so warm it almost looked foreign on those features. Tommy had rarely seen him outside of unpleasant school life situations, but there must be a reason why people fawned over him so much.

“Don’t be a pussy, I bet you like it big.” 

Tommy scoffed, but gave no reply. The task before him was monumental, but he was in too deep to chicken out. He’ll show this stupid shit-eating bastard what he can do.

Tommy pressed his tongue flatly against the head of Dream’s cock, savoring the shiver it earned him from the sensitive touch. Wrapping his lips around it, he took the head into his mouth and sucked his cheeks hollow. His hand jerked the shaft in the meantime. Dream chewed on his bottom lip in delight, sighing roughly as he received much needed pleasure. He took control of Tommy’s head to try and push further into his mouth. The teen let out a shocked noise as Dream shoved his cock to the back of his throat. His thoughts drained with the groan from the older man. Dream held him there, circling his hips while Tommy did his best to breathe from his nose and open up for the invading force. Dream filled his mouth with heat like he’d never tasted before, activating Tommy’s desire to please. He sucked in the skin once Dream had loosened up and listened to him moan again. Tommy pressed his tongue against the bottom, tracing the pulsating vein there and delighting in the reactions he was getting. The older man was far more animated than he had imagined him once. Not so stoic and put together, but a horny mess.

Tommy felt his core ablaze, invigorated from being desired so fiercely. His hands reached up to hold Dream’s thighs, squeezing them as he bobbed his head over the shaft.

“Fuck yes,” Dream hissed. “Your throat is so tight.”

Tommy flushed, popping off of the cock with a wet pump of his hand. “Warn me next time, dickhead.”

Dream snickered at him and pulled Tommy’s head up by his hair, “Get up and go sit on the toilet, I wanna try fucking that dumb mouth of yours.”

Tommy heated up at this idea, though he also seemed uncertain. He glanced to the toilet warily before Dream yanked on his hair harder.

“Come on, I’m getting cold out here. What, your legs don’t work anymore?” He remarked smugly. One socked foot came to push between Tommy’s legs, where they were splayed on the floor. He yelped from the sudden sensation on his own hard dick. Dream’s foot pushed down on it, making him squirm. He watched Tommy amused the whole time.

“You’re so hard from just sucking my dick, you want me so bad.”

“Look who’s talking!!” Tommy bristled and raised up on slightly wobbly legs just to spit in the other’s face. “You were hard from just kissing me.”

Dream seemed taken aback, scandalized even. He couldn’t let Tommy know it was true, or even that he was his first boy. So he did the next logical thing, which was to grab Tommy by his arms and throw him onto the toilet lid. The teen grunted, but Dream was on him in an instant.

“Shut up and take my cock,” Dream snarled, catching Tommy by his bangs and tilting his head back as he settled around the teen. Tommy was now sitting between his spread legs as Dream took his dick in hand and dangled it over his lips.

“Open wide, Tommy.” The sneer on Dream’s face clued him in that he didn’t intend to be gentle.

The cock swirled around his wet lips, before the head pushed past them, rubbing precum over his lips before he was allowed entry - willingly and easy. Dream shoved his cock fully down Tommy’s throat, groaning loudly from the resistance he met along the way. Tommy’s wide eyed stare looked at him in alarm at first, choking from the thick length and swallowing hard and fast to still down his gag reflex. He’d tested his limits before, but only felt relief when Dream pulled out halfway. Covered in saliva already, he licked his lips.

“Ready?”

Tommy didn’t know if he was, but his eyes felt a little watery. He looked up pleadingly at the man. Dream slammed back in and began to set a slow and deep pace. Fully in and out, he soon bulged through Tommy’s hollowed cheeks and bobbed the Adam’s apple in his neck. The teen made a lot of noise, wet and gagging, but did his best to be an open hole for his upperclassman. His hand frantically searched for the belt of his pants before sinking down to grab his own dick.

Dream watched him with delight and excitement, as Tommy was getting off on having a cock shoved down his mouth. Dream’s hands both braced on the back of Tommy’s head, pushing it forward to meet his thrusts.  Tommy moaned around the intrusion as it leaked precum down his chin and his own crying cock. His hand sped up around it as he got more and more lost into the haze.

Dream breathed harshly from his open mouth and soon lifted one leg onto the toilet for more leverage. He fucked Tommy’s throat earnestly, letting go of any restraint. Tommy’s eyes rolled back as he was being slammed into over and over, his head weak and dick hot. He couldn’t stop moaning and whining around the cock pulsing over his tongue. Dream reached one hand down to hold him by the jaw. Now sandwiched in the older man’s hands, Tommy felt used in the best way possible. Dream had slowed down briefly, enjoying the drag of his length inside Tommy’s throat. He pushed his fingers in the soft underside of his jaw, the feeling reaching his shaft in what was the most erotic thing he thinks he’s ever experienced. They slid down further then, feeling his dick all the way through to the tip behind Tommy’s flushed and bulging skin.

“Holy shit,” Dream exclaimed, “Holy shit, that’s– that—” But he was left speechless once a spark ignited deep in his gut. “Oh fuck, Tommy, fuck, ” 

Dream shoved back in and resumed a brutal pace. His balls slapped against Tommy’s chin and his thrusts were erratic as he lost himself in this new experience. He was getting close.

“Want you to take it,” He breathed, “I’m not pulling out,”

Tommy’s eyes shot up in alert, he was already so full. He made a noise of protest but it fell on deaf ears. Dream’s grunts were loud as he made sure to let Tommy know how good his throat was.

“Swallow, swallow, ” He chanted demandingly, holding Tommy’s face flush between his hands as he bottomed out one last time. He spilled his seed deep down Tommy’s mouth. With a prolonged groan of the teen’s name, he gave another few, shallow thrusts as he emptied himself fully.

Tommy struggled to swallow around his cock, the thick cum dripping right into his stomach but with some breaking through his lips and rolling down his chin in spurts. He squeezed his cock, hand shaking, it was overstimulation without even cumming himself.

As Dream pulled out, the leftover cum leaked from Tommy’s open, gaping mouth. His jaw was unhinged for most of that time, leaving him with a numb, loose feeling. A rough gasp coughed it out. Dream had one last rope  to let go and he wanted it on the teen’s face. It spread on Tommy’s cheek, making him blink, startled. Dream had a lot to give and that was insanely hot.

The teen whined when it was over, stroking his dick which was just on the cusp, but not quite there. His tongue lolled out, inviting Dream’s cock back into his mouth so he could finish that way.

Dream’s eyes glowed at the insinuation, still coming down from his orgasm. His cock twitched to attention. The sight before him was unlike any that had come before. The ruined teen, still desperate for him, promises how well he can take another load and how much of the first one he had savoured. It was whiplash and it was devastatingly alluring.

Dream was left speechless and panting, eyes scanning over to see Tommy’s red and needy cock couldn’t reach its peak and he got an idea.

“Fuck, you look like such a whore right now.” Dream exhaled and brought a hand over his hair, brushing it back. His neck was dampening up the edges of his hair. “I didn’t know you had all this in you. I think I might have new respect for you, Tommy.”

The teen blinked lazily before he came back into the present. “Wha—” but his throat was raw and he coughed, slapping a hand over his mouth with a withering groan.

His eyes shot open and he gasped when he felt another hand wrap around his dick and begin to stroke it leisurely.

“Yeah, no, we’re not done yet. You didn’t get to finish.” Dream gave him a predatory stare, stroking his own dick in the same slow movement.

Tommy looked at him dreamily, almost thankfully. Relieved at what he was hearing and letting Dream finish him off. His hand let go and rested over Dream’s own, encouraging him to do it.

“Puh–Please, please, Dream, ‘m so close, close,”

Dream tilted his head at the teen sympathetically, gaze enamoured. “Keep talking like that, I’ll give it to you.”

Tommy whined, grabbing Dream’s arm and urging him to speed up or spit on his dick or anything to give him enough stimulation.

But Dream let go of his dick to catch Tommy’s arm instead. He chuckled quietly as he pulled Tommy to stand up. The teen cried at the loss of contact and protested getting off the toilet.

“Come on, Tommy. I’ll help you finish. In fact, I’m gonna do it in a way I think you’ll enjoy tenfold.” He promised lustfully. “I bet no one’s put their tongue on you, have they?”

This peaked Tommy’s interest instantly and he shot up, almost collapsing against Dream’s chest. The other caught him humorously, petting Tommy’s hair gently and pushing him into his hoodie.

“Y–Yeah?? What d’you mean,” Tommy slurred, hopeful blue eyes staring up at Dream like he was made of diamonds.

Dream hummed thoughtfully as he looked around and his sights landed on the bathtub next to them. “Go ahead and kneel down there,” He pointed at the porcelain edge and abruptly turned Tommy around, giving him a little push forward.

Tommy stumbled to the bathtub but looked back at Dream questioningly. “Me?” How is he going to get his dick sucked when he's the one kneeling? Unless that’s not what Dream had meant.

“Yes you, idiot.” Dream rolled his eyes, there was no insult in his tone, only a rose haze of endearment. He put his hands over Tommy’s shoulders and ushered him down with his back turned towards Dream.

“Now bend over a little…”

“Whoa, whoa,” Tommy waved his hands, turning halfway towards Dream just as he also kneeled down. “What are you trying to make me do?” The teen accused, narrowing his eyes suspiciously on the other.

“I’m helping you finish! Don’t you want to cum, Tommy?” Dream raised his hands placatingly.

“I do–”

“Then do as I say and you’ll be having the best orgasm of your life.”

Tommy stared daggers at the drunk man, then down at his cock, knowing that Dream just wants to fuck him.

Dream rolled his eyes, “Just trust me. I’m gonna use my mouth too.”

At this, Tommy turned puzzled. He turned back around tentatively, looking over his shoulder at the other studiously. “Okay…” A small cough escaped him, reminding Tommy of what they were just in the middle of.

“Just let me…” Dream trailed off as he came closer and guided Tommy to drape himself over the tub’s edge. The cold porcelain tickled his exposed stomach, as his shirt slid down his back the more that Dream pushed him over. Tommy planted his arms firmly on the tub’s bottom, sending a glare towards Dream once more.

“You’re messing with me!”

“I’m not! Tommy– Look, I’m going to eat you out, okay?”

The teen blushed, “Wh–huh?” He’d never experienced that before and the mere fact that Dream of all people was offering… It sent his mind into a spiral. Suddenly he felt a lot more agreeable.

“M’kay,” He replied back meekly, then frowned once the response had Dream grinning at him.

“Got excited again? I liked it when you begged.”

“Sh–shut up, get in there. Blue-ballin’ me,”

Dream laughed heartily and by this point, the sound had nestled itself into Tommy’s heart, pumping an extra beat out of it. He’d found himself bent over the edge of his bathtub, elbows on the bottom and ass up. On edge from anticipation and the new precarious position. Dream’s hands glided over his spine leaving shivers in their wake. Tommy arched his back and earned himself the feel of some nails. Dream hummed and began spreading his thighs more. Tommy’s weight was on his upper body now, so they opened up like sliding doors and he allowed himself to relax.

Dream moved on to stroke Tommy’s dick lightly, bringing it back to attention. The teen sighed and shuffled, attempting to thrust his hips down into the other’s hand.

“Ask me nicely,” Dream retreated his hand to just the tip, where it hit his closed palm desperately.

Tommy grit his teeth and whined, grinding his hips down further. But Dream’s other hand stopped him from sitting back up, pushing down on his lower back to stay stretched over the edge.

“Now, now, you can still speak after blowing me, so use your words wisely. I know it must hurt to speak.” Dream said cheekily.

Tommy swallowed back and found that he was indeed sore. His voice was gruff too, but he refused to admit it, refused to give the jerk his twisted satisfaction. However, his aching dick was getting painfully neglected.

“Please,” he whispered.

“What was that?”

Tommy sighed, he was hitting a literal dry wall trying to get friction from Dream like this.

“Please, please, Dream. Touch me a–and suck me…” Asking those things didn’t feel too bad at all, it felt right even. Just thinking of the older man putting his lips on him again was erotic enough. Wishing to have them on every edge of his body, his most intimate - agonizingly needed.

“Good,” Dream petted his back and opened up his palm again. “Good boy. You can put it back in now. Open up your legs more for me.”

Tommy eagerly followed every direction now. It got his cock slotted into a warm, wet palm again and his inner thighs caressed. He whined sweetly, bucking his hips into Dream’s hand as it stroked him delightfully. Soon, he felt hot breath on his skin. Dream was spreading his buttcheek open, kneading it gently as he lowered himself in. He left light kisses around the sensitive skin that had Tommy stifling and pulsing in his grip.

“Mmm, Dream, oh, Dream,” He expressed breathlessly.

Tommy suddenly jolted as he felt a tongue poking at his entrance. “Dream!! Fuck, oh fuck,”

The man smiled against his skin, then continued his work. The hole denied him entry still and so he stroked Tommy’s thigh again. “Need you to loosen up a little. Just relax and let me in.”

And Tommy tried his best to do so. He breathed evenly, relaxed his legs and let Dream do all the work from then on, only reaping in the brand new waves of pleasure. He moaned as the wet tongue pushed inside his hole, dampening the skin all around it. He clenched and unclenched until he felt himself getting opened up slowly and deliberately. Tommy moaned and scrambled for leverage on the slippery clean porcelain. Dream’s tongue soon plunged into him whole and his spine arched like a rainbow, he was seeing stars. A brand new sensation to add to his personal collection.

“ Ahh–Ah , Dream, Dream, Dream,” He pleaded and rutted into the man’s stroking hand. His cock fed upon the pleasure coming from behind, twitching and quickly reaching its peak.

“M’fuck, fuck, fuck, don’t stop,” Tommy couldn’t help it, not with the tongue that explored every wall of his hole, spreading him open and reaching into nerves that he hadn’t been able to do with just his fingers. Something about the wet muscle pushing and prodding inside was on a different level. Like comparing an atomic bomb to fireworks, he was seeing god tonight.

Dream swirled his tongue around each wall and thrust it in and out, feeling out the squeeze of Tommy’s nervous, twitchy body collapsing under his ministrations. He figured it would be similar to a woman’s vagina, but he was so wrong. It was entirely new and addicting, that the idea of putting his dick inside of this hole instead began to take over his consciousness.

Dream brought his other hand to fondle Tommy’s balls and that was the last straw. Tommy suddenly reached back, his skeleton rising from the dead pile of sensations just to grab Dream by the hair and pull him closer.

“Please, please, please, m’so close,”

He felt Dream grunt from having his own hair pulled, clearly not something he much appreciated, but he didn’t stop either. He only intensified, squeezing Tommy’s soul through his dick and searching for that one special nerve inside of him.

As he felt Tommy tipping over the edge into an intense orgasm, Dream shoved the hand out of his hair and rubbed the head of his dick aggressively. He licked and feasted inside Tommy’s hole until it was dripping with saliva.

Tommy’s head curved back as he moaned loudly and desperately, spilling his cum beneath them. His toes curled and uncurled as his ankles tensed and crawled desperately on the slippery tiled floor. Dream carried him through it until the very end - and then some. He did not stop even as Tommy became overstimulated.

“M’done, Dream–Dre–”

He pushed on the other’s forehead with a whine, but got his arm captured this time. Dream rose up, his chin and mouth glistening as he looked at Tommy fervidly. The teen’s eyes widened, almost watery from what he’d just experienced. His thighs were shaking and knees weak, yet Dream still looked unsatisfied.

“You’re done,” He said huskily, it sent shivers down Tommy’s spine, “But I’m not.” He directed their attention to his throbbing erection.

“That slutty mouth of yours, and now this?” Dream pinned Tommy’s arm to the small of his back, forcing him back into the tub. “This delicious little hole, waiting to be claimed? Tell me how much you want it.”

“Wh–Wha–” Tommy gasped. Dream was pushing him down further, until his chest hit the bottom of the tub. The man draped himself on top and Tommy felt the hot cock slot between his ass cheeks.

He grew alarmed again, but the haze of his amazing orgasm urged him to submit.

“My cock in your tight little ass is a match made in heaven. What do you say?” Dream rutted against him and Tommy was growing weaker by the minute.

He whined and pushed his hips up into Dream, but his words contradicted his actions. “S’too big, no, too–too– ahhh, ” It was now two of Dream’s fingers sliding inside his puckered hole.

“I’ll be gentle… How about just the tip?” Dream suggested while pumping his fingers in and out in a manner which left Tommy defenseless.

“ Nhh , t–tip?” He mewled.

“Yeah. I just– just really need to cum again,” Dream sighed, he was beyond aroused. “You look so good, so, so good.” His fingers curled and finally reached into Tommy’s sweet spot.

The teen moaned, his arm splayed beside him as he was quickly losing the resolve to stand or resist.

“M’yeah, yeah, okay, just the–the tip,”

Dream beamed at his approval, “Yeah? I’m gonna put this load in you too. Wanna see you filled up. You’re gonna be so pretty, leaking my cum everywhere.”

Tommy mumbled incoherently, all he wanted was for Dream to reach that place inside him again, he pushed his ass back desperately.

Dream positioned himself between Tommy’s weak legs and pressed his cock against the awaiting hole. His hand shot down to grab Tommy by his hair and force him further down until his back was arched as much as possible and his face rubbed against the porcelain bottom. Tommy groaned and turned his head to look up at the dazed man, completely lost in the vision of the teen. Dream collected Tommy’s other arm and pinned them both behind his back. He freed up one hand to hold his dick level with Tommy’s hole and push inside.

When the blunt head pressed against it, Tommy stiffened and whined, immediately knowing that it was going to be much bigger than a tongue or fingers.

“J–Just the tip,” He reminded hastily, fearfully.

“Don’t worry, relax.” Dream attempted to soothe him while he pushed forward. 

The intrusion was massive and Tommy struggled to untangle his muscles and let it continue. But at the same time, he felt fresh heat pooling into his gut and even his spent cock coming back to life. He was being filled up impossibly and stretched wider than he’d been before. His walls were sucking up Dream with unstoppable need.

Tommy couldn’t say a word, only whimpered and whined. Eventually he felt so full that he yelped.

“H–Hey!! Hey, hey,” 

Dream shushed him.

“Th–that’s the tip?!” Tommy cried incredulously.

“Uhm…” Dream breathed then hissed. He’d lost himself completely. The heat sucking him in had been too much to handle. There was no going back, no escaping this hungry hole. It had already sucked him in half, but it wanted him whole. Dream could feel it, practically sliding in on its own like butter inside. Tommy’s walls clenched around him, caressing every vein and every inch.

“Fuck, Tommy, oh my god. This ass–this is a lot,”

“Wha–?! H–How much, how much did you–” Tommy tried to lift his head up but was stopped short immediately. Shoved back into the porcelain with no regard. “I–I can’t, I haven’t, I’ve never—” he complained, yet his expression was the pinnacle of desire. Painted red all over, glossy eyes and straining upturned brows, clumps of hair sticking to his forehead and spilling on the tub’s bottom.

“You can take me whole, I think,” Dream panted and pushed on with this sight before him. 

Tommy’s eyes were wide and pricked with tears, “Dream!!” He yelped, the noise devolving into a moan as he was being filled to the brim. Hearing Dream’s struggling lungs wasn’t any help in convincing him to be mad about it.

“Yeah, yeah, you totally can. Fuck, I’m gonna be the first person to fuck your virgin hole the way it deserves,”

Tommy grit his teeth, surely he’d bottom out soon?!

“Gonna fill up your stomach,”

“Whuh– N–not inside, Dream, come on, h–hey,”

“ Haah , not yet darling, not yet. I need to savor this.”

For when will he enter this chamber of godly pleasures again? When will he be sent to heaven just for penetrating a man? The grip Tommy had on him was cosmic. Dream could never part with this feeling, he’d rather die than pull out now. Once he’d fully sheathed inside of Tommy, he took a minute to just breathe. His gut is already churning on the edge. Incredibly tight and wet and hot, like no one had ever made him feel before. This whole room was detached from reality and floating into space. It wasn’t until a heartbeat later that noise circled back into his ears - Tommy calling his name.

“Please move, please move, please, please, please, m’full, s’too much,” The teen was crying out in pleasure underneath him, with one eye pointed at the older man, a crystalline pool of need and desire. Lined with unshed tears and round black pupils. Dream mirrored the view, he might just about die if he doesn’t blow out this load. He held Tommy down by his neck as if still trying to feel his cock in there, squeezing and scraping the skin.

Dream pulled his hips back slowly, ringing out a loud moan from Tommy. He punched the air out of him next by slamming back in. Both of them wailed and Dream repeated the movement, until he was going at a harsh pace. Putting his whole back into it, with all the power of his clenched, footballer thighs. Pressing Tommy into the tub with his weight until the teen’s arms hurt from the bend against his lower back. Dream slammed into him with animalistic lust and together they filled the room with their voices.

Tommy was putty in the tub, as dissolved as any of his bathbombs. The only things he registered were his dick climbing back to orgasm and his body becoming Dream’s fleshlight. He felt the bump in his stomach every time he was thrust into, sending him to the skies. He felt the loss when Dream would rear back - a big empty void that he desperately needed filled back up. Dream hit his prostate over and over and stretched out Tommy’s ass to his content. 

They were reaching the peak together, one last time now. Dream pushed himself down his hole so hard that he almost toppled over Tommy. He spilled his seed deeply into the other boy, pulsing every last drop into Tommy’s overfilled hole. It pushed back against his throbbing cock, searching for anywhere to go. Tommy was not far behind, his vision going white as he was bred unbelievably full, coming hard for a second time onto the bathroom floor. The two stayed tied together as Dream refused to pull out and Tommy dreaded the emptiness.

The older man laid on top of him eventually, breathing harshly as he let go of Tommy’s arms. They fell limp while Dream pressed a million kisses of appreciation over Tommy’s neck, jaw and shoulders. The teen was barely coherent, but very much content. He never imagined feeling this good about getting fucked and filled up. Cum was dripping from his abused hole as Dream’s softening cock was beginning to slip out. Yet the two remained in bliss together. The older boy petted Tommy’s stomach slowly and soothed the ache in his bent wrists. The comfort was greatly appreciated as Tommy began to slip out of reality and let himself go, let his soul relax and just feel.

It was several minutes before the dust settled. Dream hummed in delight, opening his eyes first to search for Tommy’s. The teen was conked out, although being sandwiched between the hard edge and Dream’s weight was starting to feel uncomfortable. His ass clenched around nothing, still feeling very raw. He turned his head and searched for comfort from the other man.

Tommy saw Dream looking at him differently. Something he’d struggle to pin down. The man practically had hearts in his eyes. He nestled Tommy’s head into his hand and started to lift them both up, pressing his lips gently to Tommy’s. The kiss this time was slow and deliberate, savored and sweet. Gone was the roughness and smugness from before, the battle for dominance. Now all that Dream had left to give was uncharacteristic kindness. After such a rough and unexpected session, let alone his first time getting with a man, Tommy relished in the care he was receiving. Dream brought him fully away from the tub and held him in his arms while they continued to make out slowly, almost like it was a parting gift.

“Mmh, that was amazing.” Dream spoke first without much thought. His voice was low and appreciative. His energy clearly spent but in all the right ways. “I wish I’d done this sooner.”

Tommy blinked at him drowsily. “You do? You wanted me?”

His voice was so small and hopeful, so pure and expecting, that it took Dream by surprise. He showed the shock on his face. “You would have welcomed me in?”

Tommy still waited for his answer and Dream’s expression softened, but something behind it was still guarded, not quite the answer Tommy wanted or needed, or the one that Dream was ready to give him.

“Well, I dunno about welcomed… ” Tommy moped and trailed off when he sensed that he was overstepping. It was just a quick fuck in the bathroom at a party after all. Gods, he’d forgotten all about everything before getting bent over.

“Haha,” Dream chuckled, if a bit forced. He rubbed his neck nervously. “Well, this time was great either way. I guess I should go now. I’ve… I’ve overstayed my welcome right? It’s the big Tommy-Innit’s room here and I’m… Uhm, yeah, anyway.”

Dream left him all too soon. Tommy almost felt discarded as Dream’s lips and hands detached from his body, leaving his personal space entirely. He would have frowned upon that ever happening in the first place, but his feelings had changed drastically. The man was already standing and brushing himself off, noting some tiny cum stains on his pants with a grimacing look. But all Tommy could do was stare up at him from the floor, eyes wide and saddening, arms useless by his sides. He yearned for more after this, he wanted to be held. Otherwise, what did they do? Just use each other? It didn’t feel right. Then Dream was stuffing himself back in his boxers and zipping up his pants. How could he just go like this? After what they did? The weight of the situation was crashing down on Tommy, he was beginning to spiral. He’d just lost his virginity to Dream and now he was just going to leave him here? A man that he definitely didn’t regret, but their relationship wasn’t anything like what Tommy needed after an event like this. They were still distant, they were hardly acquaintances. Dream was his college bully. The scene in the bathroom had begun to resemble their usual scuffles all too much. With Dream standing high over Tommy, after pushing him to the ground and taking everything from him. Tommy was the sweet hole he finally claimed. The teen realized he wasn’t built for one-night stands or quick fucks, that he wanted so much more, but Dream clearly didn’t. The devastation was instant and far greater than Tommy could have ever imagined.

“Uh, Dream—“ He tried to call out to the other, his throat closing up with emotion. But Dream was already at the door and didn’t see the state he was collapsing into.

“See you at school I guess,” The man delivered and for some reason refused to look at Tommy.

Look at me, please.

“This was really good, thanks and all.” He stood around so awkwardly, like a swan with a broken leg. “I–I won’t– Uh, I’ll leave you alone for a while, okay?”

No, Tommy thought. Don’t leave me!

“Not gonna… Like beat you up or anything. It’d be weird to keep doing that.” Dream ranted on, but Tommy could hardly comprehend the words. All he wanted was for them to stay together a little longer. Maybe move into the bed and hold each other close, kiss some more.

Dream was walking out on him. Quite fast now.

The door closed with a sound louder than it really would have been and Tommy hugged himself and curled into a ball on the floor.

Dream rushed down the stairs in a hurry. When people asked him where he’d been or what’s the rush, all he knew was that he needed to run. Right out the door. He stopped to catch his breath somewhere outside on the dark streets. He just fucked Tommy. Twice, even. The dumb brat that he’d been mocking and throwing around for the whole school year. And it was making him feel a new kind of way that he had always kept closeted before. This was the outcome he wanted from the start. He just wanted to fuck Tommy’s brains out for being a loud, confrontational brat. Dream’s jaw was clenched, he wanted to do it again as soon as possible, but how can he possibly bring it up? He couldn’t even say a word to Tommy after the matter, let alone convince him to undress for him again. Maybe it will pass, maybe he was still in the heat of the moment. It was too fresh, Dream concluded. Now that it’s out of his system, he can forget about his surfacing feelings. It’ll be fine in the morning.