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“Come on, come on, come on!”
Dream was practically vibrating in place, fingers drumming against the pole he was leaning on. He glanced at his phone again.
6:51 p.m.
The buses on campus were never particularly fast, but today they seemed to be moving through quicksand. Maybe he would get home quicker if he walked. A glance out the bus window quickly dismissed that line of thought. The snow was coming down even worse than it was earlier. It looked like a fucking snow globe outside, so of course everyone suddenly forgot how to drive.
Dream sighed for the fifth time in as many minutes.
The bus finally spit him out at his stop at 6:58. He stumbled off the bus and slid his way all the way down the street to his apartment building, thankful for his hockey experience as his shoes slipped in every patch of ice he came across.
He was panting by the time he unlocked his apartment door, his hair fluffy and cheeks ruddy with the cold.
His roommate, Sapnap, was sitting on their couch with his arm thrown around his “friend” Karl, who had a hand on Sapnap’s thigh when Dream came in. They made no effort to move apart as he blew through. Karl called out a cheerful “Hey Dream!” as he passed, but he barely looked at them as he booked it into his room.
The moment his bedroom door was shut, he was shedding his coat and hoodie, leaving him in his tee shirt and jeans. His snow-soaked sneakers landed in a pile beside his door. Within moments, he was booting up his desktop and plugging in his headphones. As he was waiting for it to load up, he ducked over the mirror on the back of his door to fix his hair.
“Idiot,” he whispered to himself, letting his hair fall back where it lay. He wouldn’t even be turning on his webcam. Why was he worrying about how his hair looked?
He sat at his desk and frantically navigated to the website he had in a private bookmark. The webpage loaded, the baby blue background filling his screen. He had a notification glaring at him from his inbox.
Mr. Not Found: Hi :] Just wanted to make sure you’re still available for tonight. I really wanna hear your voice again.
“Ah, shit,” Dream muttered. He pulled up the dialogue box and typed out a response.
Dream: Hi Princess! I’m good to go, I just got stuck in traffic. Give me two minutes? 😘
Mr. Not Found: Sure thing The link is live whenever you’re ready. Same one as usual. Can’t wait to talk to you.
Dream, the idiot, smiled to himself at the response.
He finally got settled—an old dish towel and a bottle of lube now joining him inconspicuously at his desk. With his headphones on, he clicked the link at the top of his private message box with Mr. Not Found.
The private live chat booted up. The border of the screen was sparkly baby blue, with little swirls and mushrooms dotting it. A box in the corner held Dream’s name and nothing else, ensuring he was on audio only, not video.
Mr. Not Found hadn’t noticed him yet. He always streamed from his laptop with the fancy external webcam Dream bought him a few months back, so his picture came in clear and bright. He was lounging on his side in his bed, scrolling absently through his phone. His dark hair was loose and unstyled, the way Dream liked it—it made it easier to imagine the camboy in his bed, Dream's hands tugging on those brown locks and messing them up as he pleased.
He was wearing an outfit Dream had bought him, as he’d requested. He wore a pair of tight blue-and-white striped briefs and matching thigh-high socks. His feet were tucked delicately back against his body. Dream couldn’t see the front of the briefs because of the way the camboy was laying, but he could admire the curve of his hips.
The last item of his outfit was Dream’s favorite, despite the fact that it was the most mundane item.
It was a hoodie. Big, black, with a simple white print on the front.
It was a hoodie that used to be Dream’s.
His heart sputtered at the sight.
It had taken some convincing—and a hefty tip—to convince Mr. Not Found to let Dream send him something that had been his. It was one thing to buy him something off his Amazon wishlist. It was another thing entirely to box up one of his belongings and ship it over to him.
It had been too expensive. Shipping wasn’t cheap—there was a whole ocean between them, after all—and the hoodie was one of Dream’s oldest and most well-worn. But seeing it on his favorite camboy, who he didn’t even know by name, just felt right. It was worth the money.
“You look good in my clothes, doll.”
Mr. Not Found looked up from his phone when he heard Dream’s voice. He stared at the screen, confused, before his face burst into a bright grin that made Dream feel like he was staring at the sun.
“Dream!” His voice—smooth, sweet, and deeply, deeply British—hitched with surprise.
“Don't act so surprised,” Dream said, laughing softly. “You knew I was coming.”
The camboy sat up on the bed, stashing his phone on the nightstand. He was painfully attractive in the multicolored lights he had set up in his room (many of which Dream had purchased himself). He tucked his legs under himself and leaned toward the camera so Dream could see how the hoodie hung off his narrow frame. He had known Mr. Not Found was significantly smaller than him, but seeing the proof of it made Dream glad he’d already removed his jeans.
“You scared me,” the camboy said. He was pouting, but Dream knew it was all in good fun based on the cheeky sparkle in his pretty dark eyes.
“Aww, I’m sorry munchkin.” Dream laughed at the way the camboy scrunched his nose at the nickname. Dream knew he hated that one. “Would it make it up to you if I told you how fucking hot you look right now?”
Mr. Not Found rolled his eyes. “You tell me that every time you see me.”
“That’s because it’s true every time I see you. You’re gorgeous.”
The camboy blushed, trying to hide it by ducking his head. That was one of the things that made him so alluring: he got flustered so easily. For a man who literally made his living letting strangers on the internet watch him fuck himself seven ways to Sunday, he was surprisingly sweet. Dream made it a point to tell him that every chance he got.
“Dream,” he whined. “Stop it.”
“Oh, come on.” Dream dropped his voice the way he knew made the camboy shiver. “You and I both know you get your rocks off when I tell you how pretty you are, how sweet you are, what a good boy you are for me.” The camboy licked his lips, eyes glazing over as Dream spoke. “It’s that praise kink we both know you have.”
Mr. Not Found stuck out his tongue at Dream. “You’re so mean to me.”
“You like it.”
The camboy shrugged. “Yeah, well…”
Dream hummed, knowing the camboy could hear it well because of the AirPods he had in. “Are you ready to get started, sweetheart? Do you need anything?”
The camboy nodded eagerly, that grin returning to his face. He shifted on his knees eagerly. “I don’t need anything. Thank you, sir. I’m ready whenever you are.”
Dream laid back in his chair at the honorific the camboy used. He hadn’t really known he was into the whole power dynamics thing until he’d come across Mr. Not Found’s public streams nearly two years ago. The first stream he saw, the camboy was testing out Bad Dragon dildos suction cupped to a wooden chair while people sent in tips to control his speed and chose the toy he rode. It was pretty tame, as far as camboy streams went, but Dream had fallen in love with the young man’s sweet moans and whines as he sunk down onto each toy. He literally dreamt of the desperate look he gave the camera every time he sunk down.
He was hooked after the first show.
He was glad the streams were archived on Mr. Not Found’s profile. Dream spent the better part of one of his free weekends holed up in his room with the lights off. He watched all of the camboy’s previous streams. Luckily(?) for Dream, Mr. Not Found had only recently started streaming. Before Dream found him, he mostly posted prerecorded solo videos, shorter but no less enticing than the live streams.
Dream had never seen himself as the type of guy to pay a camboy and send him gifts every week, but here he was. Mr. Not Found knew to expect a new gift from him every Thursday, and they had a standing private chat Friday nights at 7:00 so he could show off the gifts Dream sent him.
Dream was smitten.
He was pathetic.
“Did you like your gifts this week, baby?”
The camboy nodded. “I did, sir. The socks are actually really warm. I’ve been wearing them around all day to keep me warm in the apartment.”
Dream smiled knowing he was, in some small part, taking care of his favorite—and only—camboy. “And the hoodie?”
At the mention of the garment, the camboy meekly grabbed the hem of it. “You really shouldn’t have sent it.”
Dream tensed, pulling himself out of the scene. “Shit. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed. If you want to send it back, that’s totally fine. I'll pay for shipping. It was really inappropriate, I shouldn’t have—“
“Dream! Dream!” The camboy had his hands out, sitting up on his knees with eyes wide with concern. “You’re fine! Don’t apologize. It’s actually perfect. Probably one of the best things anyone has ever sent me.”
“Oh,” Dream said. Very eloquent.
“Yeah.” The camboy pulled the collar up to his nose and took a deep breath. “I love it. It—it smells good.”
Dream held back a groan. “I didn’t wash it before I sent it to you. It’s not gross or anything. I just wanted you to… feel like I was there with you, I guess.”
Mr. Not Found smiled. “You’re cute when you get all wound up.”
“Hey!” Dream protested. “You can’t even see me. How do you know I’m wound up?”
“I can tell by the sound of your voice.” The camboy spread his bare thighs and braced his hands on the bed between them. God, what Dream wouldn’t do to see the arch of his back in person. “We’ve been doing this for a while. I’ve got you figured out. I can play you just as well as you can play me.”
“We’ll have to see about that. Some other time, though. I’ve got plans for you tonight, doll.”
“I like the sound of that.” The camboy wiggled a little. Dream knew him well enough to know he was shaking his ass. He wanted to smack it so badly. “Are you going to tell me about these plans?”
“Maybe,” Dream teased. “If you’re a good boy.”
Mr. Not Found perked up. “I will be. Promise.”
Dream chuckled lowly. “Remind me to get you some fluffy ears and a tail. You’re just like a puppy sometimes, I swear.”
“I thought I was your good little kitten,” the camboy said. He leaned teasingly toward the camera again, hanging off the edge of the bed. “Or was that just talk in the heat of the moment last time?”
Dream blushed, glad, not for the first time, that he’d chosen to keep his face a secret from the camboy. “Sometimes I think you remember too much. Brat.”
“Hey!” The camboy laughed. “I only remember what I can use against you later.”
“Oh, because that’s so much better.”
The camboy whined, shimmying on the bed to urge Dream on. “Come on! Tell me what to do!”
“What for? Are you excited or something?”
“Yes!” The camboy sat back, spreading his legs wider, and Dream could finally see the bulge in the front of the underwear Dream bought him. He was hard, and there was a little wet spot making the tip of his dick stick to the fabric. “I’ve been ready for you for an hour.”
“An hour?” Dream said. He pressed his hand over the bulge in his own boxers, holding back a moan at the touch. “My, my. Someone’s eager for me tonight.”
“Only for you, Dream.”
Dream smiled at the sweet little platitude, false as it was. “Alright baby. I’m going to let you choose which toy you wanna use tonight.”
He bit his lip in thought. “What kind? What do you have in mind?”
Dream loved the fact that that was a question. Not many people had enough sex toys to categorize them into different uses and scenarios. “I wanna see you cum just from having something in your sweet little ass. Think you can do that tonight?”
The camboy whined, clearly liking the idea. “I can. I just got a new toy I’ve been wanting to try out. I can test run on you before I break it out on stream. And before you say anything…” He held up a hand just as Dream was about to speak. “I know your rules. No one else bought this for me. I’ve been eying it for a while and finally decided to treat myself.”
Dream was pleased he remembered his rule. He didn’t like George playing with toys other people bought him when it was just the two of them. “Special occasion?”
The camboy shrugged. “It was my birthday last week.”
“What?” Dream said. “You should have told me. I would have done something special!”
“Dream, no.” The camboy rolled his eyes. “You already did something special. Whose money do you think I bought it with?”
Dream snorted. “Okay. Fair. But still.”
“Don’t you ‘but still’ me.” Mr. Not Found rolled his eyes again. “You can make it up to me tonight, how about that?”
“Well, if that’s the case.” Dream tapped his chin. “I’ll let you make one more decision tonight.”
Mr. Not Found quirked a dark brow. “Oh?”
“I was going to edge you until you begged me to let you cum. But,” he interjected when the camboy began to squirm again. “Now I’m feeling generous. So I’ll let you choose. Do you want that? Or do you want me to help you cum as many times as you want? What’ll it be?”
The camboy groaned, rolling his shoulders and dropping his head. “Fuck,” he muttered. “Can’t I have both?”
“Not tonight, baby. I don’t want to wear you out before your stream tomorrow.”
He whined and scrunched up his mouth, genuinely giving it thought. That was another thing Dream adored about him: he took everything seriously, especially when it came to his own pleasure. After a moment of thinking, he decided. “Can I do multiple, please?”
“Sure thing, sweetheart.” Dream was kind of hoping that’s what he’d pick. As much as he loved edging him to the point of tears, he loved seeing him cum until he was dry even more. “Go get your toy and lube for me, okay?”
The camboy nodded and levered himself off the bed to comply. Dream admired him as he got up, taking in the full effect of the outfit Dream sent him. The hoodie fell to cover his ass when he stood, which was a shame, but the knowledge that it was Dream’s hoodie covering him up set his blood on fire.
He kept his sex toys in a carefully organized plastic cabinet in his closet. Dream watched him dig around in the top drawer and pull out a bottle of lube, the camboy’s favorite brand on the label. Then he bent to rifle through one of the lower drawers. The hoodie rode up, and Dream unabashedly admired his ass.
He returned to the bed shortly thereafter, collecting a towel from a stack on the dresser as he went.
“Show me what you’ve got, hot stuff.”
Mr. Not Found grinned and set the towel and lube on the bed before walking closer to the camera. He showed Dream his new toy: a sleek, black, silicone prostate massager. It was L-shaped and ridged, with a control panel where the two prongs met. “It vibrates and pulses,” he explained. “It works like a plug, almost, but this part here…” He pointed to the lower end of the L. “Presses against the perineum. It’s supposed to stimulate from the inside and outside all at once.”
Dream swallowed back a moan at the thought. “Sounds intense.”
The camboy grinned, fiddling with the controls so it buzzed to life in his hand. “I should hope so. Paid a bloody arm and a leg for it. The reviews said it was worth the price though. The battery is supposed to last for hours.”
Dream raised his eyebrows at that. “Hours, you say?”
“Don’t push your luck,” the camboy said, although they both knew this could drag on as long as they wanted to. Something about their dynamic, the way they play off of and fed into each other’s arousal, ramped up the heat so they could both keep going as long as they could stay conscious. “How do you want me?”
“We’ll take it slow, at first.” Dream took the liberty of tugging down his boxers and kicking them to the side. He would feel odd about sitting ass-naked on his gaming chair on a Friday evening if it weren’t for the fact that he’d been doing it every week for the past six months. “You can touch yourself how you want at first. Get yourself ready. But as soon as the toy goes in, I’m in charge. Got it?”
The camboy nodded eagerly, pressing his thighs together. “Yes, sir.”
Dream grinned. “Good. Then just get comfy, baby. You’re going to be here a while.”