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The story begins with Wilbur, he enters the building where he skates, he leaves his things in the locker, he does not warm up beforehand because he has walked for a long time and feels that his body has already warmed up enough, he only takes his cell phone, his headphones, a forearm fanny pack and his skates. He puts on his skates, the rink has just been cleaned so it is more slippery than usual, he does a few laps to get used to the feeling and finally puts the music on his player to start his routine.

Wilbur learned figure skating with a basic coach, he was interested in it but never had professional training, he had to leave it for a few years because of university and taking care of his children, but he recently returned. Wilbur makes his own routines, inspired by videos on the internet, it is mentioned that Wilbur does not have enough money to pay for a trainer and the monthly fee to use the track, so he preferred to at least have a track to train on.

PracticeWhen his time is up, he goes out and runs into George, another figure skater who is starting his practice. Wilbur and he are friendly but not friends. Wil goes to the elementary school to pick up Tommy and Tubbo, his children, and takes them home. to feed them and he leaves for his evening job, he leaves late so he warns Tommy and Tubbo that they should be in bed when he gets back but that doesn't happen. Tommy and Tubbo are 5 years old, in this story Wilbur was about 24 years old, like the CC! in real life.

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Wilbur is tired, Tubbo got sick and he has to make sure he doesn't get worse, even so, the boy insists that he take him to school, Wil does it but talks to his teacher so that she can tell him about anything he needs in case of Tubbo gets worse, he arrives at the track, trying to calm his nerves to practice, Wil wants to enter a nearby competition and with this he has prepared two routines, the second one he is still trying to perfect, he concentrates on his routine, he does not notice that George arrives. with a guest, when he finally pays attention, looks his friend in the eyes and forgets what he was doing, he ends up crashing into the track's retaining fence and George comes to ask him if he is okay. They talk for a while before Wil has to leave.

It changes to the perspective of Dream, the friend that George invited, at first he does not pay attention to him, he has just arrived in England from Florida and just wants to practice a little before starting to visit other places, he is also registered for the same competition as Wil and George were the ones who suggested that he arrive earlier, to talk, get to know each other and get a little used to the climate before the competition. He is not interested in the conversation but in Wilbur, he does not react when Wilbur gets hurt but he does not seem to notice either.

George teases that Dream is in love with Wilbur at first sight, which is strange, George goes a little deeper into Wilbur's life, he has had children since he was 20, they don't know who the mother is and he always avoids the topic when someone he asks so they don't know where he is, to avoid the topic, Dream talks about figure skating.

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Wil and Dream do not see each other again until days later, even though Wil was looking for him, he knows that George comes in even later than him, so it was unlikely that they would meet. Wil finishes the routine and meets Dream's eyes, luckily he doesn't get scared, Dream enters the rink, as a more experienced skater, he begins to help Wil with postures, advice, and in the middle there is a bit of innocent flirting . It seems like they start to fall in love while dancing (it's fucking ridiculous, to think that this story was my greatest pride).

Dream and Wil end up in a compromising position, very close, about to kiss but decide not to. Wilbur remembers that he has to pick up his children from school so he leaves, although Dream asks him if he can accompany him and Wil allows it. While they are on their way to elementary school, they have a casual chat about Wil's routines, Wilbur confirms that he had a professional trainer at some point because his parents paid for him, but he had to leave it, it is implicit that Tommy Tubo was that reason.

Dream tries to investigate more into his life but Wil avoids it as George had told him before, Wil prefers that all the negative thoughts fall on him instead of his children suffering some kind of bullying (and it is quite ironic that in this fic I mentioned something related to domestic abuse). Wil and Dream pick up the kids from school but they don't react particularly well to Dream's introduction, Tommy is offended for sharing it and Tubbo needs to know if he's his new big brother.

They both walk side by side as they go to Wil's house, they have a small talk and Dream can see Will's home dynamic with Tommy and Tubbo, there is a subtle reference here, Dream is nostalgic about how children behave because he remembers his own past friendship, once they arrive at Will's house, the children quickly go upstairs and Dream calls George to give him instructions since he does not know how to return to either the skating rink or George's house.

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Tommy and Tubbo feel afraid being at home because they hear voices in the hallway, they hide in Will's room until he returns, they are still children, staying alone for a long time is not good for them. It's not necessarily insecurity, but the voices say bad things about Will, so the kids don't like it and wait for their father late into the night. He decides that he is going to quit his current job, distracted that same day but starting to look for a job at the newspaper, he goes to the rink, yes, but he begins to plan his schedules for skating and the hours in which he can work, he realizes He will have to reduce his hours on the court but sees it as an advantage because it may be fewer hours, but he can pay for more days. He finally quits, he stays home with his children for the weekend, although his children are happy, he is only worried about how he is going to support them, he has some small savings but it is not enough.

He takes the children to primary school the next start of the week, but he skips going to the rink to start asking around in places to get a new job, until he doesn't get it, he returns to skating. He gives a bit of an account of his current schedule, he takes the children to primary school, he works, he picks up the children and instead of dropping them off at home, he takes them with him to the track before returning home together and spending the afternoon, He meets Dream again, they dance together for a while, under the scowl of a very angry Tommy, but in between playing with his brother, Tubbo slips and falls from the stands.

He cries, and Will forgets what he was doing to run after him and make sure he is okay, he jumps over the protective fence quickly so as not to waste time, Dream approaches the edge of the track, also worried but giving the little family space, Tommy, ignoring that his brother is crying, complains to Dream that he is touching his father while they practice, Dream very casually blurts out that he shouldn't worry because he is in a relationship. Feeling cheated, Will hugs Tubbo, not only to comfort his son, but also to help the pang in his own heart.

Tubbo can't stop crying, little children can't stop so easily, yet the boy doesn't want to leave, he wants Wilbur to keep skating but he can't calm down so he doesn't.worry him, Tommy hugs them both, feeling left out and to comfort his brother, he reluctantly agrees to continue practicing, although he feels distant from Dream and he notices it, he just doesn't understand what happened, Will gets tired, decides to leave, Dream offers to accompany them home but Wil politely declines, the family leaves and Dream begins to make plans to go out together.

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The family is buying food at the supermarket, for some reason, Dream sees them, confused, they don't know it, but George and Will live relatively close and this store is convenient for both of them when doing their shopping, in this case, Dream is Accompanied by George and Sapnap, who has just arrived in England, they both give him the free pass to walk away, they know that something is happening between them but Dream simply denies it. He intercepts them, Will lets him accompany them, they buy ice cream, they go to the park and Will, unable to keep it a secret any longer, decides to open up to Dream about the kids. When he returned from university, he found a box in a trash can with the adopted ones, which his parents did not like because he had to leave university.

They aren't his biological children (there's a side note, neither of them are biological brothers either, but Wilbur doesn't know that and isn't interested in knowing), the kids don't suspect that he's not their father, and he won't tell them anytime soon either. Dream understands it, plays with the children and Will's thoughts fly to the thought that Dream and George are a couple, he is technically the lover, although he decides to ignore the thought momentarily, at least for that moment, Tommy and Tubbo begin to drag him away. to his little family.

He continues skating with Dream, although he is a little fed up with the fact that she is always flirting with him when he is in a relationship, he is very close to him, but also to his friends, George and Sapnap, he feels bad because every day he falls more in love with Dream but she doesn't want to steal George's boyfriend. There is a time jump to the day of the competition, everyone is wearing their costumes, except Sapnap, who doesn't really ice skate, Tubbo and Tommy run directly to where Dream is talking to his friends, discussing something ridiculous, they need an older person's opinion. and to attract his attention, they both call him -Dream- dad. Sapnap, not very aware of the situation between Dream and Wilbur, gets confused.

Dream carries Tubbo and shortly after Wilbur appears scolding the children for running, separating Tommy from Dream and his friends, he is embarrassed by the looks they give him, the children continue arguing, Wilbur carries Tommy, who clings to his neck and the Birtanico apologizes to Dream for the situation, they both smile at each other, George and Sapnap only exchange knowing glances. Sapnap finally introduces himself to Wilbur as Dream's friend and they talk. The first part of the competition goes well, everyone moves on to the next round. Wilbur is distracted by his routine and the situation with Dream, he and George are super close and it only increases his disappointment, but the kids keep running to Dream like he's their second father.

There is a time jump to the second round of the competition, where among his distraction he misses a jump and falls at the end so he doesn't finish his routine and is disqualified, his mood worsens but he still attends the competition to see when Dream ends up winning first place, as expected. Despite having expected the result, Wilbur is not feeling well and is not going to celebrate with Dream, he returns home to his children.

Wilbur and Dream meet one last time on the track, Wilbur has finished his shift, Dream is going to start training, they have a very tense conversation and say goodbye, more than anything because Dream will return to Florida very soon and they will no longer see each other. It's an awkward goodbye.

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Despite everything, George and Wilbur get along better after the whole competition fiasco, they go to the supermarket together, the kids have backpacks with straps, Tommy as a little cow and Tubbo as a little bee, he can't control them and it's the quickest way to prevent them from running. They both pull Will to walk faster but Wilbur stops them so they can talk to George, they talk about skating and Dream, Wilbur blurts out the topic of the relationship, George just laughs about it, Dream lied to him, and he's an idiot, no. They're in a relationship and he probably tried to say something else that day, just in the wrong way. Wilbur is excited by that knowledge, he may have a chance, George scoffs that they are probably perfect for each other, Wilbur arrives home with hope, staring at the door with renewed energy.

There is a long period of time, a few months later the scene is set in Dream and Sapnap, they are roller skating, Sapnap has natural talent, although it is a bit complicated for Dream because his terrain is ice, where there is almost no friction or resistance , all three skate, although Sapnap is a bit more of an urban skater. Just as he went to Dream's ice competitions in the United Kingdom, he encourages him to participate with him, since although he is different, he thinks Dream will have no problem doing well. Dream won't stop talking to George, but forgets about Wilbur over time, which both Wilbur and his children resent, it's more obvious that he doesn't really care about them.

In a competition on ice, Dream reunites with his sworn enemy, Technoblade. They get along well, but they constantly compete for the gold medal. Techno is a long-time friend of Wilbur and just talks about him with Dream, he didn't know that. The blonde asks him how they know each other but Techno only makes fun of how Tubbo and Tommy adore him because he is number one in everything and that makes Dream jealous. Techno knows that Wil and him had an almost something because in a call he complained about him. trying to conquer his public enemy number 1. The competition is tight between Technoblade and Dream but in the end, it is Techno who takes the gold which pisses off Dream.

He returns home, upset, he calls George to ask about Wilbur but George just says he doesn't know, Wilbur stopped going to the ice rink and that confuses Dream, he knows he lost the previous competition, but he's quit skating again. for a single defeat it seems silly to him. George claims that he has only seen him one more time, but he looked terrible, although Dream tries to find out why, George doesn't know the answer and leaves Dream wondering, he also has a debate about whether to talk to Techno about it or put his pride above all, but ends up contacting Techno with questions, Techno states that he doesn't know what's happening either, Wilbur stopped responding to his messages for a month, which fills Dream with concern.

He takes a look at Wilbur, he is lying in his bed, depressed, his house is completely clean although he doesn't look good, he prepares to get up and walks to his children's room but it is empty, he starts to cry, he gets ready but He can't stop crying, a flashback occurs, a month before a neighbor accused Wilbur of child neglect, the children were taken away without him being able to do anything about it, as he investigates the case he finds out that his age does not help In his case, he does not have a good job to support them, the time he left them alone at home was very long, he was accused of neglecting them, mistreating them and in addition, it is brought out that when he was younger, he was arrested and was in prison for 24 hours, even if it was a situation where he was involved and had nothing to do with it.

He doesn't have the money to pay for a lawyer, his parents don't intend to help him and he doesn't want to involve his friends, he is dealing with the situation on his own, which caused him not to return to the rink and lose some of his basic exercise to continue skating, she just wants her children back, no matter the cost. George, after Dream's call, decides that he will look for Wilbur, so he goes to his house to intercept him, he sees him leave, but Wilbur returns home trying to disappear. He doesn't succeed, he still has to do his daily things, he tries to avoid the topic but George is insistent, Wilbur sticks to a wall and cries, George tries to comfort him but Wilbur tells him about the children's situation. They were taken to a house home for a week, but a prospective family is looking to adopt them, he has everything to lose because they are a conventional family, he is going to lose everything.

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(Not even the legal system in my country works this way, which is why it needed a lot of corrections)

Wilbur is dressed formally to arrive at court, he is alone as a counterpart in court but George accompanies him as emotional support, but that day the judge decides custody, neither the children nor Wilbur have seen each other, but in this session they will enter the court. cut for the first time, upon seeing each other again, both children run to Wilbur without hesitation, he hugs them tightly, he does not want to let them go, but he needs to do so so that the trial can continue its course, he knows that everyone is watching but he cares little, The children do not intend to leave him, he tries to encourage them to go to their designated place but they give up at some point.

(I was editing the summaries to make them more detailed but it definitely became a kind of fanfic, from here it is the original summary without my annotations)

TEveryone is watching, but Tommy and Tubbo simply do not separate even if he tries, they hold on tighter and he ends up giving in, he knows that they are delaying the whole process but Wil knows that it is the last time he is going to see them, the children think that they will return to Wil or they want to but they won't let them,happens a good while in which Wil comforts the children to stop them crying, hours in fact.

Obviously the other party is extremely angry because they are just wasting their time but the judge just looks at Wilbur and tells him to go to his place, George approaches without consent and helps separate Tommy and Tubbo, the children trust George more than the others. administrators of the orphanage and they stay with him holding his hand, Wil feels very nervous and all defeated, the kids want to go but George ends up bending down and hugging them too, the judge asks why the children are close to George and explains (Wil) what is a friend.

During Sometime apart from the trial, they take the children to the stand and since they are super nervous, Wil approaches them to give them confidence, sitting with them, who don't want to let him go, but Wil only pets them so they can calm down and tell the truth, this scene is Tubbo sitting on Wil's lap while Tommy is sitting on the floor, leaning against Wil's legs, Tubbo is stuttering and Wil strokes Tommy's hair who doesn't want to leave. Although Tubbo looks at Wil during his interrogation, Wil says nothing and encourages him to continue with his statement so that the judge does not believe that they practiced the version.

They take a non-predetermined pause supposedly to argue, in the end the judge ends up giving a favorable sentence to Will who almost faints and George encourages the children to go with Wil and a happy ending, the family all surprised because he bribed the court, but the Judge didn't keep quiet, so they return home, Tommy and Tubbo just hug Wil for the rest of the day and finally Wilbur is happy. George calls Dream to tell him about the judge's ruling, favorable to Wil who is now with the children.s and Dream is only relieved with tremendous guilt because he stopped talking to him and he really loves him, anyway, he takes the first flight to the UK, maybe he already lost his competition and George tells him that he is waiting for him at his house.

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INIl eventually stops skating, he cares more about the children but he still looks bad, he meets Dream on the street by chance because he was going to go home and Wil is confused because he thought he would never see him again, the children at that moment they are at home because they don't want to go out shopping and Dream and Wil talk again, Dream brings up the subject of the trial, Dream tells him that he got lost skating and uses that as an excuse, apologizing and with some resentment Wil says he didn't care before, they don't fight, but WThe He feels a little offended.

Here the cornering happens, Dream corners Wil, he confesses that he loves him but he has never been good at expressing himself with people that is why he has few friends because it is part of his past, because since he was a child he focused on being the best and he didn't make friends, that's why his friends are skaters, Wil understands it but he doesn't want her to take him to the rink again because he has to get something better to take care of his children, they don't kiss but almost, he keeps processing that although he loves him, he hurt him with that.

Somehow Tommy and Tubbo manage to convince WThe to go to the secret place, a surprise that Dream prepared to take him to the rink, he took the skates, George stays with his children playing behind the locker room, he is not as boring and old as the children think, Dream skates with WThe As if to try to remind him of his passion, touching him, taking advantage of it, Wil ends up in Dream's arms, somewhat bent over, he doesn't know how, and they look into each other's eyes and kiss for the first time. They separate, they get up a little but they continue kissing and the children see it and don't say anything.

SThe scene changes to Will at home with Tubbo and Tommy, Tubbo a little angry because he bought ugly nuggets, a childish nonsense, Wil goes to the supermarket to buy things and Tubbo leaves the house, telling Tommy not to say where he went and leaves. He sneaks to George's house, as the track was relatively close, he sees Dream leaving with George and he already leaves with them, they are surprised that WThe is not around but he tells them that it was fine (because an innocent child does not know that he can be stolen) and George and Dream take him to George's house. Tommy stays a little nervous at home not knowing how to tell his father that the door is slightly open, Wil returns, noticing that the door itself is open,pushing her and screaming for Tommy and Tubbo.

TOmmy is standing in the hallway without saying anything and Wil hugs him, looking all over the house for Tubbo, Tommy doesn't know how to tell him and he gets stuck and Wil is in a horrible panic so he calls Dream shaking, almost collapsing mentally, going to the door. door to take the shopping and close the door without being able to look for it, Tommy just stands crying between the crisis and Dream answers, an upset Wil reveals that Tubbo is not there and Dream, confused, told him that Tubbo was with him, that he He gave permission, and that was it for Wil, due to the malnutrition situation due to depression and the fast-paced life he was having, he ended up fainting, Tommy screamed, Dream on the phone became alarmed.

Tommy tells him that he fell and he doesn't respond and Dream gets on edge, George He lends him the car and goes with Tubbo, he tries to calm the boy down but Tommy is very nervous, Tubbo starts to get nervous too, they arrive at the house quickly, as it is closed, Tommy opens the door for them, he tries to check on them.Will but he doesn't react and carries him outside, trying to close the door, they take him to the hospital, Dream is in a panic with two brats and the children who won't stop crying, once in the building he hugs them too much,George He arrives later, a few hours later they tell them that he is fine but the visits are over and they take the children away in silence, Tubbo feels bad and Dream keeps saying that he was fine to calm him down and the next morning they visit Wil in the hospital, and everything goes well as Wil is discharged, Dream appears to move into the house, taking care of the children and Wil.

(8.5)

This chapter was not going to be included in the original story, only to be able to be read by everyone without explicit content in the middle, however, it belongs to this story and to be able to understand it in its entirety, it would have been necessary for you to read the main.

Dream closes the door slowly, he turns around and sees the angelic image of Wilbur, the brunette just makes fun, after taking care of the children the invalid continues, Dream approaches him to tell him that it's not like that, he kisses him, maybe they talk a little. little about Wil being in recovery after all his shit, Dream slides a hand down his left side, Wil tangles his hand in his hair and Dream kisses him again, with a little more passion and when they separate Wil pushes him a little Pulling back, mocking Dream, he unbuttons the first few buttons of his shirt, exposing his collarbone.

HHe makes a mockery that this is what he wants to try, Dream kisses his neck and exposed skin, Wil tilts his head giving him space, he mocks that he takes advantage of the invalid but Dream only ends up remaining silent with another kiss, Wil is very talkative, Dream settles well between Wil, as if sitting on his lap while he continues nibbling on his skin, he finishes unbuttoning his shirt and caressing the skin gently, Wil takes a little initiative, sliding his hands under Dream's shirt, making him Blonde takes it off and lets Wilbur continue groping him while leaving kisses on his chest.

Wil grabs his hair with some force, a flirtatious smile on his lips but Dream kisses him again, this time he turns him around (so that his back is to Dream) he takes off his shirt, Wil no longer makes any comments, he lets himself fall on the pillows while Dream undresses him and kisses him behind the ear and neck, Wil stops himself from moaning very loudly because his children can hear them, Dream slowly lowers the sheet that still covers Wil, leaving it aside and touching his sides, waist, da a soft hint to a thrust, Wil presses the pillows over his head muffling another soft moan, Dream, plays with the elastic of his pants before pulling them down.

Mgroping his butt, Dream makes fun of him, Wil responds that he takes advantage of the invalid again and Dream responds with "I wouldn't do anything you didn't want to do", he remains silent at that, Dream just continues playing with him under his boxers, Will points out that he has Vaseline in the dresser drawer, Dream scoffs but Wil only mentions that he doesn't usually have an active sex life with attractive men, Dream takes the bottle of Vaseline and just takes advantage of the situation, beneath his underwear lubricates and stretches him, Wil gently moves his hips while biting the pillow and tightening the sheets, he can't move his legs properly because Dream is sitting on them but he doesn't care, when Dream thinks he's ready he just leaves him wanting more and He turns him around so they look at each other.

Will would rather not talk, Dream slides a hand into his back pocket and pulls out two packages of condoms, a smile raising an eyebrow. Wil laughs quietly, asking if he had planned it all but Dream was just prepared the whole time. Wil sits up a little. unbuttoning Dream's pants while the blonde just watches him until he decides to help him remove his remaining clothes and boxers, Wil makes a mockery about the piece of plastic but tears the wrapping and gropes Dream with a smile, now he is the one who has He has to bite his lips to avoid moaning, he puts the condom on and takes off his underwear, bending his left leg inviting Dream to sink in which he does, he lays him down again and gently bites his neck while squeezing his hip, he enters inside. of Wil, the brunette arches his back, squeezes Dream's hair, the blonde moves his hand and squeezes his left thigh while waiting for Wil to say something, one of Wil's hands is in his hair and the other is on Dream's back.

He moves his hips a little as a subtle hint and Dream begins to move inside him, Wil throws his head back trying to hold back his moans, Dream ends up breathing on his cheek, tilting Wil's leg up a little being a little flexible. for figure skating. He uses enough force to get himself on his back on the bed, like, Wil riding him, and the brunette doesn't need an invitation to move his hips and take control, pressing the pillow to the side of Dream's head as he moves his hips, Dream keeps his hands on his waist, not wanting to be too weird as he looks at Wilbur (with half-closed eyes) who is riding him, both of them trying not to moan too loudly to avoid being discovered by the boys.

Dream He pushes himself up a little to remain seated, his sole purpose is to kiss Wil's collarbones. The brunette is a little surprised but doesn't say anything. He leans on his shoulders. Dream helps his hips move while beginning to mark his skin. but Wil is preoccupied with moaning, Dream finally takes him by the hair to kiss, Dream gives in, changing the position, leaving Wilbur under him again, sliding his kisses along his chin, without stopping the movement, Wilbur lightly scratches his shoulders Just shy of reaching his orgasm, he moans quietly trying to warn Dream but he ejaculates prematurely, squeezing Dream inside him. Dream stops, obviously still excited. Wil tries to regulate his breathing, feeling Dream still hard in his mouth. inside. He moves his hips a little, playing with him a little (in the sense that Dream hasn't finished yet) and Dream pays attention to him, although that implies overstimulation of Wil's sensitive walls. The brunette cries quietly at the sensation but holds on. to Dream, with force to prevent him from stopping.

Once Dream finishes, he stays inside still, because Wilbur is holding him, their lips not touching, but Dream's lips are on Wilbur's cheek near his mouth. Dream pulls out of Wil after a while, causing Wil to moan his name with some desire. Dream mocks “horny boy”, Wil can't justify himself and kisses Dream to shut him up, Dream slowly gets up totake off and throw away the condom apart from helping Wil clean himself, after that Wil settles on the bed, Dream hugs him from behind, covers them and they tangle their legs together.

A The next morning Tommy and Tubbo slowly open the door, Wil listens to them and feels the movement in the bed, the children climb up to talk to Wil and he strokes his hair, Wil does not want to wake Dream, the children ask questions in whispers because They want to have breakfast, Wil just sends them to the kitchen and warns them not to wake Dream, the children go out but it's late, he feels his hip being imprisoned a little more and finally Dream wakes up, gently kissing the back of his neck, he gets up from the bed. bed to start your day. Wil just laughs.

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Dream convinces Wil to continue skating, which he does, and although in the world he is the boyfriend of "Dream the great skater" Dream always tells him how great he is, finding Techno in another competition and starting to make Dream jealous because He is a very good friend of Wil, and the brunette doesn't even know how to react to the tension, George and he just laugh but he finds Dream's “jealousy” funny and well, yes, the boys never had a relationship, there was no need to worry, They go on vacation to Florida, Dream gives the children skates and Wil doesn't agree that they should try to follow their dream but at least they will teach them.

SThey go skating and somewhere along the way Dream asks Bad to take care of the kids so he can go skating alone with Wilbur, he and Wil go out, Dream teaches him a little bit of artistic roller skating which is a little more complicated. than the ice one because there are slightly more friction wheels but in the end they have a nice honeymoon and return home, surprisingly Bad is just as energetic as the children so nothing happens to the older ones.

This is more of a second book, a second part, further ahead in the future.

TUbbo wants to take the path of figure skating like his father, Tommy becomes a little more interested in sports, Dream eventually goes to live in the UK with Wil and the children. Wilbur eventually becomes a skating coach, since he was too old to continue, George continues as a soloist and Dream becomes a team skater, like, he starts a duo with a girl.

AIn the future, Wil becomes Tubbo's coach, although the boy sometimes doesn't like that he is his father, Tommy I don't know, he gets involved in baseball or something that the two boys don't know about it, but they are always supporting him, Dream and Wil as such do not reveal their relationship on the rink or in the world, only some close people know it and that causes them to believe that Dream's skating partner is his girlfriend and the girl believes that Dream is available and she meets him. he hints but Dream has made it clear to Wil many times that he is the only one, he still feels a little bad about it but they solve it with sex.

Tubbo gets a new coach who apparently wants to abuse him (he tries to touch him without permission). Tubbo is a little upset but he does tell his parents in time and Wilbur, very angry, fires him and also hits him. Tommy and Dream are the ones who stop Tubbo. Wil because he couldn't stop and Tubbo just wants to apologize but no one knows why. Since Wil left figure skating he is rarely seen doing jumps again.

Dream skates with the girl and overdoes it, so she kisses him, Dream is amazed and is shocked before pushing her, although Tommy and Wil had already seen it, Tommy does get angry but Wil calms him down and Dream leaves the track. following Wil who goes with Tommy to go get Tubbo and apologizes to Wil but he doesn't care, he knows that Dream couldn't be unfaithful to him, from then on a scene never arose that he covered up, I guess he invites them an ice cream or something.

OAnother problem is that Tommy feels outside the family for not figure skating like his entire family and he complains to Wil and Dream who in the end try to do everything possible to understand the sport that Tommy likes, they always attend his games and they are his fans, although it embarrasses Tommy, he feels a little better because his parents are taking a little consideration with him for his things.

The girl Wil trains asks him to teach her a little, Wil usually practices with her, he outside the ice and she inside, but she gets excited about this practice and takes her skates and does the training with her as if to teach her a little about skating, The super excited girl asks Will to do a routine and several people there also want to see Wil on the ice, Wil accepts somewhat embarrassed, Tubbo watching in the front row because Wil left figure skating a while ago, so everyone is waiting to see him knowing that he used to do it before, to his surprise, Wil is not rusty, not that much, he does one of his previous routines.

Dream, who was walking towards the ice, looks at him, maybe not at the beginning of his routine but he admires him and feels those butterflies in his stomach from when he saw him for the first time, how he was with Tommy, Tubbo and Tommy look at how their new father almost He drools over his father, once Wil finishes they end up applauding him but he only sees Dream who is very still, he approaches the edge and Dream only ends up pulling him into a kiss, he tells him how pretty he is and they kiss.

Chapter Text

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He straightened the backpack on his shoulder while he squeezed the pair of skates in his left hand, walking in silence along the sidewalk towards the rink, reviewing his daily routine while he opened the door of the site and entered the premises to the dressing rooms. Gently raising his right hand, greeting the mayors with a smile and depositing his things in his locker, hanging up his coat, taking out his phone along with his headphones and heading to the nearest bench. Starting with a light stretch to prevent his muscles from suffering from the physical activity he planned to do, he took a seat after a moment.

Unbuckling his boots and lacing his skates to his liking, he breathed softly before removing the covers from the blades and standing up to walk to the rink, a subtle smile playing on his lips as the temperature dropped a few more degrees as he approached the ice, the small door was closed, he took the lock to open it and step aside. Taking a quick look, noticing how smooth he was, he plugged his headphones into his cell phone, selected a random song while keeping the cell phone in the bandana on his arm, and stepped onto the ice, sliding his feet gently and one than another stumble, he knew it was more slippery now but he didn't really care.

He began by walking around the edge of the track, continuing his stretches while getting used to the cold, doing a slight turn, stretching his legs and continuing with the light movements of his routine. Gently slapping his thighs enjoying the soft melody that played in his head. He did not need to do an exhaustive exercise since the walk he did every day was enough to start with a short warm-up, at least of his legs, his strong point.

He took out his cell phone, skated more or less to the center of the track, preparing his position for the routine and played the song, pausing to put the cell phone away, and used the headphones to start the melody. Starting to move his arms loosely, moving across the ice elegantly without much enthusiasm, mostly to remember the choreography before starting his practice, calculating the space of the court, the twists and turns, the little story he was trying to tell. count in those moments as the seconds of the song sounded like an echo.

He sighed softly, feeling the adrenaline and excitement rise in his throat, unable to contain it and keeping himself in constant movement, to relax, he spun quickly several times around the track, forward, in reverse, making gentle turns and pirouettes, he returned to his place. with a smile and the music began to play. Defined, firm steps, maintaining the elegance of a skater without becoming mediocre, cutting the ice with the skates in different turns and movements, regulating his agitated breathing while allowing himself to be consumed by the music, the rhythm in his veins that was expressed through his dance, what was his passion.

Once the song ended, he allowed himself to let his guard down for a few seconds, not really paying attention to the curious eyes of the employees there as they tidied up the surroundings and watched him glide to his own rhythm. It was not unusual for skaters to use the rink to practice, but Wilbur always arrived first, well before noon, and his practice lasted about two hours, until his muscles tired or time caught up with him. Even when he was studying at university, the ice rink was the way he got out of the anxiety and stress that his current life caused him. There was no misinterpretation, he loved his two small children, but the responsibility that fell on him at the age of 24 suffocated him.

He repeated his routine flawlessly, neat and clean as he had formed it, polishing his movements and positions while remembering it with feverish adoration, a small competition would be held in London, outdoors with a large number of great skaters. , I needed to enter, I wanted to be part of an event of such magnitude, because being an independent skater, I did not have the diffusion that other artists had, an amateur.

He held onto the edge as he rested lightly, his muscles a little tense and the familiar feeling of tiredness, he removed the phone from the case, searching for the second song and the second choreography. He resumed his position, put the device away again, and waited patiently for the tune to begin, first, vaguely following the rhythm, slowly remembering his movements, following the same rules that he had done before, with the difference that the The song continued but the choreography in his mind stopped completely, trying to retain the rhythm of the song while debating between doing a slide or choosing one of the famous turns.

It would be easier if he received help of some kind, most of his friends had no interest in dance or artistic specialties, he had learned thanks to a great coach, but for the short time he had, he had left figure skating. a few years before returning, a bit tight on money to be able to afford the skating rink at the same time that the coach, choosing the rink, used his own imagination and the occasional video on YouTube to find routines, until that moment, It had worked quite well for him, although, knowing it well, it was never enough to win a medal.

Practicing the finished part of his routine, he began to play on the track trying to find the best solution, spending the rest of the time spinning and jumping, until his familiar alarm appeared just in time, he hunched slightly pressing his thighs together, He looked carefully at the transparency of the ice, and finally left the rink, closing the door and placing the covers on the blades of his skates and returning to the bench to remove them, he inhaled deeply, kept the oxygen in his lungs for a certain time and finally He expelled his breath and stood up to walk slowly to the showers. He really wanted it in those moments, letting the hot water wet his back, he mentally reviewed his list of tasks.

His priority was Tommy and Tubbo, after going to primary school for them, they would return home to eat and he would have to get ready to get to work, the children would stay at home doing their homework until it was time to sleep, he, He would return two hours before midnight, by that time, the children should be in their room, preferably asleep, but he had recently discovered that they could not do it without him being present, a somewhat uncomfortable situation due to their busy schedules, taking a job early, it meant quitting figure skating, and I didn't intend to quit, not at least once again.

He dressed in silence, the venue began its operation as it was, after 1 in the afternoon, he loved the calm that filled the place, the chilling cold that could paralyze him and the ecstasy of doing what he loved, once he went out to pick up his skates and backpack, he heard the doors open, with stumbling and laughter in the background, George entered. I only knew him because they used to have continuous shifts on the track, they were not very close and they did not pretend to be, sometimes, those relationships turned into intense rivalries that completely ruined the main experience, for the same reason, both boys just smiled while They greeted each other in a casual chat.

—I heard that you are going to enter the summer competition this year, how are your routines going? —the minor questioned as he inserted the key into his locker.

"Well, I guess, I need to finish the second one, I'm still thinking about what other song I want to use." He hung his coat over his shoulder while he removed his backpack and closed the locker.

-Brilliant! I hope you can solve those problems before the competition, I've seen you skate a few times, I think you do great." George smiled at her, his little eyes almost half-closed in a cute curvature. Wilbur knew that the younger man was not faking kindness, it was a natural aspect that he had, at least with the people he felt familiar with. He smiled back, nodding softly and murmuring a soft "Thank you", hanging his backpack on his shoulder. , keeping his wallet in his back pocket and carrying his skates in his left hand. He said goodbye with a gentle gesture to George, the boy was just beginning to warm up a little but he imitated the action.

Will, walking silently along the sidewalk to the bus stop, patiently waiting for it, beginning his route to the primary school, stayed at the door, accompanied by the other parents who were picking up their children, it was not difficult to recognize the girls. two little heads that ran as if there were no tomorrow, excitement in their eyes and messy screams as they continued their race to their place.

-I win! —Tommy yelled as he clung to Wilbur's left leg, clutching his pants tightly, breathing hard as he stared at Tubbo.

—I won this time, you're very slow Tommy! —Tubbo, clung to his right leg as if his life depended on it, closing his eyes tightly and, in the same way, trying to regulate his breathing without success. Wilbur bent down until he could stroke her hair.

—Hello again little ones —Tommy and Tubbo separated from the oldest with beautiful smiles that decorated their faces, Wilbur extended his hands for the children to give him their backpacks, but they both looked at each other somewhat doubtfully and denied.

"I want to carry my backpack," Tubbo stated. Tommy only nodded and stretched out his hand to take Will's, pulling him with him to begin their walk home. Tubbo imitated his action, pulling the older man through the streets while they talked at the same time. of what had happened in class. Wilbur understood the most important thing while trying to calm the children.

—Today we will eat dinosaur nuggets? —Tommy's little eyes shone with hope.

—That's what I promised yesterday, right? —Both children nodded and jumped with excitement, hurrying Wilbur even more trying to arrive as soon as possible. Once in the building, they ran up the stairs, being scolded by the oldest almost instantly, jumping from one side to the other while waiting for the door to be opened to enter the apartment, once inside, they ran to their room to throw their backpacks and return to the kitchen, their father began to take out the nuggets from the refrigerator, they tried to organize the table, placing the plates that Will handed them and putting the cutlery, except the knives, they were not allowed to take them or they could cut themselves.

Once they finished eating, the children got off the table and ran to the living room, turning on the television and video game console, and climbed onto the couch to make themselves comfortable.

—You have to do your homework, don't forget it—Wilbur was removing his sweater as he walked to his room, the children only grumbled, the oldest began to change his clothes, adjusting his shirt, in front of the mirror, smoothing out every imperfection that he could notice, Trying to comb his rebellious locks in the right way, he took his wallet again, putting it in the pockets of his coat on the rack near the door, the brown boy stood on the sofa looking at him curiously.

—Can you play with us? —Will turned his attention to the boy, about to refuse, he paused for a few seconds, nodding, Tubbo gave a huge smile as he let himself fall on the couch, the oldest, walked over to himself and took a seat next to the children. , I didn't know they would play, but the third control was always for him. Especially on weekends, when he had all his free time to spend with his family.

The period in which he concentrated to play was short, even the children were surprised when the older brunette got up from the sofa to place the controller on the small table in the center, disconnected, he could not be distracted for so long or he was sure he would be late for his job, and he didn't want it to affect his salary at the end of the week, he pressed his watch to his wrist, buttoned the cuffs of his shirt and quickly arranged the collar to put on the bow. He turned to the curious children, who, caught up in the act, diverted their attention back to the plasma television.

"You have to sleep early after doing your homework, you can't not do it because it's boring, you'll have time to play if you hurry up with it." He took down his coat, returned to the room for his phone, long and hurried steps.

—Will you come at night? —Tommy questioned, the sadness that was reflected in his eyes melted Wilbur's heart, he approached, kissed him on the forehead and hugged both children tightly.

"I hope to be back early today, don't wait up for me, I promise..." he sighed softly, "I promise I'll always be back." He walked away with a soft smile before placing his coat and taking his keys to finally leave. He closed the door and focused on placing all the locks, he could not afford to leave any unlocked, inside that house were not only his past memories, but also the most precious thing he had in his life. His little children.

He headed to the restaurant in a bit of a hurry, passing through the streets and involuntarily arriving at his destination. He worked on autopilot starting in the afternoon, entering through the back door and leaving his belongings behind to take his apron and notebook. , briefly checking his image in the nearest mirror and making himself presentable, he headed to the kitchen to start his shift. Wandering between the tables and taking down their orders with a smile, putting aside any mistreatment to avoid a confrontation, the hectic night was coming to an end, but the number of people seemed to be increasing rather than decreasing, a new cause for alarm. Although he didn't mind a few extra hours of pay, he couldn't do it.

Still under the disgusted gaze of his boss, he finished his shift, changed his clothes and went out to the desolate streets of Brighton, the thick darkness that clouded the sky and the occasional lit streetlight, gave a gloomy spectacle that made his hair stand on end. , he returned home at a fast pace, feeling occasional glances and unknown people, he breathed, being cautious until he felt safe, climbing the stairs of the building, he calmly disabled the locks before entering his house. Tired, resenting the exercise in the worst possible way, hanging his coat on the nearby coat rack and unbuttoning his clothes, he stopped dead when he heard the creak of the adjacent door, the halo of light that crossed the hallway revealed the two children. holding hands looking at him.

"They should be asleep," he murmured, as if breaking the silence summoned some creepy creature. Tommy and Tubbo ignored him, they turned off the light to approach Will and cling to him, the brunette sighed, closing the children's room and entering his own, removing his clothes while the children jumped into bed, removing the covers, he visited He put on his pajamas, ruffled his hair a little before accompanying the children, who waited patiently, letting Will lie down in the middle, they clung to him tightly as he fell asleep, the brunette looked at the ceiling for a few seconds, surrounding them with something. of strength and a smile, it took him longer to fall asleep, but it was okay, he felt complete in those moments, he wasn't going to ask for more.

(2)

His walk was not constant, today was one of those days where he wanted to sleep all day hugging the children and never wake up, he had not rested well, the soft dark circles under his eyes were the clear sign of this fact, Tubbo He had gotten sick the night before, he stayed awake to take care of him, the boy wasn't having the best time, but he didn't want Tommy to get infected either. Between the blonde not understanding the situation and Tubbo not taking the best stance, he received a lot of complaints and he provided a lot of scolding. A few hours after midnight, it seemed that Tubbo's medicine was working, he fell fast asleep. Dream that Wilbur didn't get.

Even though his sleep period had been limited, Tubbo denied the offer to stay in bed, he did not want Tommy to go to school alone, they were inseparable, even when Wilbur tried to convince him, both children threw an extraordinary tantrum to avoid being separated, for so the oldest was forced to look for face masks to prevent Tubbo from continuing to infect children. Making sure the boy was well, he had to speak directly to his teacher so that she could notify him of any setbacks, he would arrive as soon as possible.

The woman just nodded with an understandable smile, she could perfectly understand Tubbo's attitude, they were children after all, she assured Wilbur that there would be no problem and promised to keep him informed, thus, he had left with infinite concern. Firstly, Tubbo felt bad at some point during the day, or infected the other children and the school placed the responsibility on him.

He stopped, shaking his hair in frustration and pawing foolishly at the sidewalk, being 24 years old, he was behaving in a childish manner, especially if he kept the skates in his left hand, he could cut himself if the pads fell for some reason and his reckless movements. The walk to the track was longer than usual, trying to clear his mind and relax, but the general fatigue was devastating.

Somehow, he managed to stay on the ice by searching his playlist for the song, in soft beats and some ups. He shook his head gently, maintaining his concentration on the movements of his body, taking a few laps around the track, repeating some turns that might be complicated for him at that moment. Making a pattern for fun, inventing a routine instantly in the middle of his leisure, until a little more focused, he got into his first position, pulled the phone out of his bandana and put on the song he was looking for. Just like the last time he visited the dance floor, he began his choreography vaguely, not putting much emphasis on the dancing other than the jumps.

He repeated the song once more, with devotion, practicing the routine with a certain amount of emotion, without giving 100% of himself yet, without completely forgetting his lack of sleep, he closed his eyes gently, letting himself be carried away by his own slide, when he returned. Opening it, the first thing they touched was another pair of green eyes. At that moment, he remained static, wondering if the reason had been because of the surprise of being discovered in the middle of his routine, or simply because he recognized that look and the admiration that had him, in any case, he only woke up until a sharp pain crossed from his left side until ending with the icy pain on his right cheek.

—Wilbur! —the brunette shouted as he approached, a soft sound compared to the music that was still playing. He removed the headphones, still lying on the floor, George leaned over the edge of the track and quickly extended a hand to him—. Are you OK? Did you get hurt? —Wilbur, took his hand to stand up, sliding his skates off the edge a little and shaking the shaved ice off his pants, he was feeling too cold.

"I'm fine George, it was... a distraction, I don't know what happened" he would completely omit his thoughts. Especially if those green eyes were staring at him from a distance. He gently lowered his gaze somewhat intimidated, George sighed in relief. I thought you would use the rink in the afternoon, I didn't think anyone would come so early.

Both British, they looked at the blonde in silence, George made a slight sign for him to come closer, the boy did so, always cautiously.

—Dream has just arrived in England, I told him he could practice with me but sometimes the court is very busy in the afternoons, I thought it would be empty earlier, I'm sorry to interrupt you.

Wilbur just shook his head gently.

"They scared me a little, usually this place is empty at this time," he took a slight turn, trembling subtly, nervously, coldly, he didn't know, "it doesn't matter, I think I'll go, I don't feel very well now."

"Your routine was very good, I think you skate very well," the blonde spoke for the first time, the gazes returned to him.

"T-thank you," he murmured, a slight embarrassment rising on his cheeks but he looked directly at the blonde, pretending to keep his gaze steady. We know each other?

Dream shook his head gently. "We don't, although you probably should have seen me somewhere." Wilbur remained silent without relating the sentence.

"Dream," George intervened, "I don't know if you've heard of the skater from Florida, I think he won amedal in the Past Olympics.

And, oh shit, I knew I had seen his face before, of course I knew him, he was one of the current young talents, the boy from Florida who had managed to position himself in the finals winning his first gold medal, of course he had a future, Not only did he have formidable skating, he was damn attractive and there was no doubt about that, Wilbur was shocked, in person he was a thousand times better. The blonde seemed a little uncomfortable, the oldest of the three had remained in a spectral silence, somewhat immobile, due to the slight tremor of his body and the impression in his eyes, he shook his head almost too quickly, causing the two boys to step back from the room. scare.

—Wilbur. "exe stopped working," he muttered, hoping the other two hadn't heard him, he moved his feet gently on the ice, suddenly shy. I'm sorry, I really admire you a lot, I didn't expect you to be George's friend — “Or know you” was the correct sentence. Dream just nodded gently.

Will began to skate on his back, away from the shore. —I was going to leave, I don't feel very well, you can practice—George extended a hand.

—We didn't want to bother you Will, we just thought it was unoccupied, stay, it's your time.

"No, seriously, I have to go," she turned suddenly, tripping on her feet, falling face-first onto the ice and grunting again, she stood up with a light shade of crimson on her cheeks and left the court, both boys seemed to surround her as he walked away. He headed to the locker room. I didn't want to make a fool of myself a third time that day. Arranging his things and going to take out his clothes for later, Dream gently patted his back, quickly turning to the blonde receiving a smile in return.

"It's a good routine, I'd like to see it complete." He walked away as he followed George to leave his things. The brunette's cheeks turned a more intense blush, with emotion getting stuck in his throat, he took a quick shower, until wherever he could, wearing his clean clothes, he went out to get his things, passing through the dance floor, clearly surprised to find both George and Dream there, although it was not a joint dance, he did not take his gaze off the blonde, his own. elegance with which she perfectly executed each turn, the way her hair waved and hid her beautiful eyes, Wilbur stood still, looking with devotion and admiration, he couldn't take his gaze off.

If it weren't for George's interruption, he was sure he could stay there all afternoon, it was the only thing he really wanted to do. The brunette just leaned on the edge, with a subtle smile, oblivious to the other Briton's thoughts.

—Are you going to pick up your children or do you have something planned? —He blinked a little, it was a very good question in fact, Dream seemed interested in the conversation, the word “children” did not bother him, although people did, they usually started with fake smiles.

"I don't know, I usually stay a few hours before returning to the primary school." He gently raised his shoulders, somewhat disinterested but really thinking about the possibilities. Dream seemed to stop paying attention, continuing to spin around the track, once again Wilbur's gaze was diverted. George did not let this action pass, looking askance at Dream and back at Will. He smiled with some malice.

—What year are they in? I think you used to bring them here. I think I remember them.

—Tubbo and Tommy, they just entered, they are 5 years old —George nodded.

—Your mother when she takes care of you? —sly, Will thought, turning his gaze to George, completely ignoring the way Dream swerved and almost fell. The brunette had hit the mark.

"It's a topic I don't like to discuss," he mentioned firmly. The youngest just nodded.

—Okay, sorry, see you Will, have a nice day —George, slid down the track again to where Dream was, the oldest, he stood still for a few moments before walking away, leaving the place looking to the sides, without knowing what to do now, I had a lot of free time to waste.

~~~~~~

She could lie to George and he wouldn't believe the lie, he knew how insistent she could be, so he didn't even try. That morning he only planned to enter the track and start training, he still felt a little tired from the flight, but in a single day he would not get used to the time change between Florida and Brighton, he held the strap of his backpack tightly while looking at the boy slide your skates on the rink. George stayed by his side, perhaps talking about some special topic, he wasn't paying attention and it seemed like the other boy hadn't noticed them yet.

—It's Wilbur, I thought he wouldn't come today, he usually takes the court in the morning to avoid the crowds of people, the time I practice is still ideal, there aren't many people —he was silent for a moment, exchanging glances between Dream and Will, it wasn't normal the way he seemed lost—maybe this way you won't feel nervous about the eyes on you and panic.

He gently pushed the blonde, taking his arm to move forward, a perfect moment in which their gazes met, he felt his breath catch, an almost hypnotic image, his bangs moving gently with the wind, subtly covering his beautiful eyes as he He executed his turn, he couldn't describe them in any way, a dark chocolate tone, a special shine that they emanated, he only cut contact the moment the boy ended up on the floor. He didn't say a word, completely petrified while his friend hurried to help the other Briton.

It was a short, somewhat awkward conversation, but she didn't take her eyes off of him, for nothing in the world, most likely, he was being a complete stalker, the first impression was something out of this world, she sighed loudly when Wilbur disappeared from her field. Visually, slowly, he unbuttoned his tennis shoes to put on his skates.

—What the fuck was that, friend? —George whispered shouting, in the middle of a choked laugh, Dream denied.

-I do not know what you mean.

—You couldn't take your eyes off him. It was creepy—Dream stood up, George was barely lacing up his second skate.

"Just forget it, it's the first time I've met him, it's normal for him to show... doubts," the brunette just laughed.

"Of course, doubts," he murmured, something the blonde couldn't hear. As soon as he reached the track, he tried to relax a little before stepping inside, grunting under his breath when he noticed that he hadn't removed the blade guard. Seriously dude, what the hell are you thinking today?

George pushed Dream aside to enter the court, sliding with agility, Dream tried to compare his friend now with the sensation from before, they definitely had no comparison. Was it that stereotype of love at first sight? I hoped not, not only did I not believe in those things, I was stupid. He removed the protections almost furiously, he was tired of thinking about that kind of thing, the Briton just smiled and continued making some jokes while he quickly practiced his turns, remembering his coach's words at once, wasting no time in starting with grace. in their movements, defined and perfect.

He definitely ignored the moment when Wilbur entered his field of vision, he continued his first practice while indiscreetly listening to the conversation of both Britons, finding nothing but disappointment, of course, what did he expect at first? Wilbur didn't seem like the kind of available, gay guy anyway. That completely spoiled his first experience in the United Kingdom, he stopped for a moment looking at his feet and continued on his way.

—What was so bitter to ruin your mood? —the brunette joked, the echo of the door closing came a few seconds later.

"Just shut up George," the boy laughed as he approached Dream and took his hands. He was shorter than him, so he took the opportunity to start dancing with the blonde in an improvised duet.

—The first time we found out that he was a father we were very surprised, he was around 20 years old or younger, that's where the rumors began to arise, no one knows who his mother is, he has never dated a girl, not that I know of.

Dream grumbled. -Not even once? There should be at least one girl.

—I think one, but it was many years ago, I think their relationship was not that long—taking advantage of Dream's distraction, he did a twist in his arms and changed positions, now the brunette had the power.

—I guess getting pregnant wasn't in your plans.

—Mr. Florida, could you stop creating superstitions and ask directly, although he will never give you an answer, he always evades the topic, no matter how many times you try.

-Always?

-Always. Turn the conversation around or leave, no skater knows much about him, he's not usually very sociable in here.

Dream, remained lost in thought. He nodded softly, separating himself from George.

—Do you want to see my routine? I was preparing it for a long time, my coach taught me some new movements that could help.

George nodded, not very convinced, he stood in a corner and watched in silence, of course he would bother his friend for the rest of the trip, although Wilbur's tactic of getting lost in the sound of his headphones had never occurred to him, he thought that It was completely annoying, due to the amount of movements it had to do, it could disappear if they were wireless or get tangled in the cable. But he looked so natural, maybe it was practice. He only smiled at Dream, while the blonde smiled back.

(3)

Let's see, notes, the chapters are days apart, although it seems like everything is going very fast (it's something I explained to Esme, but x, so they know)

He tried to regulate his breathing, he had been in there for possibly half an hour, but the training he was having was draining his energy, he rubbed his palms against his pants, trying to dry the sweat from them, he turned the music back on, he would repeat his routine. without glitches, as he had been doing lately. He was proud of what he had created, he liked this second choreography even more than the first, full of emotion stuck in his heart, he would not reveal to anyone that Dream had been his inspiration, that morning he returned home, opening his laptop and placing the blonde's name, he spent his two hours of training lying on his bed, he should have taken the opportunity to sleep but apparently, there were no problems with Tubbo either.

Maybe, just maybe, he had copied some steps, interpreted in his own way, he was putting his all into it, because he was Dream? He wanted to reach their level, even though he was older, he hoped to have the same recognition, he didn't have to compare himself, but eventually, he had always done it. I would give anything to talk to him again, neither George nor the American had returned to the track, at least not at the time he was entering or leaving.

He stopped, maintained his final posture for a few seconds before lowering his gaze, this time, he did not show any kind of emotion when he collided with green eyes.

"Something told me I would find you here," he mentioned, without taking his eyes off, his hands stuffed in the pocket of his sweatshirt.

"I usually train in the morning, there aren't many people who come now," the blonde nodded.

"That's exactly what George said." He circled the rink, Wilbur followed him, skating a little closer as he followed his steps. I like your choreography, I think you skate very well.

Will smiled softly. —Thank you, I really hope it will be useful to me in the competition, I have been practicing too much.

Dream returned the smile, until that moment he noticed that his skates were hanging from his pocket, possibly held by his right hand, he didn't say anything else, he disappeared through the door of the locker room, so he resumed his position, returning to the music in his ears, without hearing the moment when Dream entered the court and looked at him from a distance, he had only changed his tennis shoes for comfortable skates. Wilbur jumped a little in his place, definitely not expecting that.

-I can help? —he murmured cautiously as he approached the British man, not wanting to offend him with his comment. Wilbur just raised his shoulders in doubt.

"I guess so." Dream took his hand and pulled him across the ice.

"Go back to your starting position, maybe we can start from there," Wilbur simply guided himself, still somewhat in shock, "I don't completely know your routine, if you can go a little slowly please, that would be fine."

He nodded, opting for his initial position, remaining static at the moment Dream's hands went to his hip, pressing gently, sliding along his side until they reached his arm, raising it a little, he tried not to concentrate on the heat that Dream emanated behind him, listening to her soft murmurs that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

—You can maintain your posture more, straighten up a little and look straight ahead, it's intimidating, but keeping your gaze on the judges sometimes makes you feel powerful, it's a good technique —Will nodded, gently sliding away from the blonde's touch, beginning his routine In slow, but not desperate steps, Dream followed him closely, taking his hands, gently guiding his steps, the brunette was only beginning to blush.

Dream, was more interested in touching him throughout his routine, maintaining a serene look and a neutral expression, they were nothing compared to the older man's thoughts, he wandered between remembering the choreography and admiring the American's silhouette, it felt so intimate to him. his side that caused a kind of discomfort in his chest, he had never been so close to someone due to issues of time, coexistence.

—I seem to remember that you make a jump now.

Will nodded. "It's a Toe Loop," he didn't say any more words before doing it, something wrong, since it required some speed that he hadn't taken, Dream nodded gently, approaching again and stopping the brunette, taking his left hand and pulling him with him.

—Try again, with speed —Dream stepped back, Will, he gained momentum, making the jump and ending up falling when his foot slipped. He felt tremendous shame at having failed, but the blonde didn't say anything, he approached, helped him up and He shook his shirt a little. "It was good, maybe you shouldn't take off your feet too much when you fall, that causes you to fall," he joked, he walked away again, watching Wilbur perform the jump again, this time, flawlessly.

—It's your fault for distracting me, I know I'm perfect.

Dream smiled widely, "I know you're perfect too," he thought, but he didn't respond, he followed Will's routine gently, he was still wondering how the excuse of help had worked to be able to touch him, the brunette wasn't putting up any resistance to him, and He liked that, he could appreciate him closer, getting lost in his eyes, the softness of his movements, he didn't notice the moment the routine was over, he just pulled Will with him across the ice, their hands almost intertwined, bringing him closer to him to holding his waist, skating on his back, he didn't know where the edge was, but he didn't try to take his eyes off the boy.

Coincidentally, Wilbur's talent turned out to be born, they danced around the floor, without a defined purpose, having fun and deep in their hearts, falling in love, following by inertia the opposite, perhaps following some laps or most likely imitating a routine that both had remembered from the many that they must have seen. They didn't question anything, they let it flow naturally until they got tired or something interrupted their moment, they ended up in the middle of the floor, hugging Wilbur from behind, their hands clasped firmly, forming a soft X in front of the British man, their faces almost at the same time. The pair, the brunette a little shorter because of his slightly bent legs, stared at each other. Breathing heavily and a peculiar gleam in his eyes, it took all of Dream's willpower not to kiss the boy right there.

But neither of them broke away from the closeness, one of Will's skates slipped a little, Dream clung to the contact as much as the boy did, he didn't want to let him fall, something in his head screamed to protect him from what? From himself? The British man pushed himself up a little, standing correctly, the blonde relaxed the contact just a little, enough for Will to break away from his arms, suddenly, he felt a chilling cold that ran down his spine. Dream was regretting it, something told him that he would never have that chance again, but how could he kiss him if they had just met? It would be strange, he didn't know if the brunette liked him either, it would possibly ruin the image he had of him, would that detail matter to you? His fame came to him like a bucket of ice water, and again his body shuddered.

-Are you OK? —the brunette murmured, his voice a little thicker than normal, refusing to let go of Dream's left hand, the hand he still held, the blonde nodded.

"It's nothing," a silence took over them, but the discomfort he expected to feel was not there, he felt familiar, as if he were always subjected to that position, just looking at the boy's eyes without saying a word, completely ignoring him. the people who would pass or leave, fortunately, nothing interrupted their moment.

Wilbur repeated his routine at Dream's request, this time, fast, precise, firm, bringing out his talent, trying to show the blonde that he was dancing especially for him, without leaving room for errors or mistakes, not now. He ended up tired, he was exhausted both mentally and physically, but he wouldn't change that moment for anything in the world, he was completely sure that if Dream asked him to dance for ten hours, he would do it without question, he was lost in that moment, lost in that emerald gaze so spectacularly, the rest of the hour passed almost like sand slipping through his fingers, from one moment to the next, the alarm on his cell phone rang, breaking him out of his reverie, separating himself from Dream's arms involuntarily.

-Something happens?

"It's… it's time for me to go." "I have to pick up Tommy and Tubbo from school," he glided to the exit, instantly followed by Dream.

-Your children? —Will paused a little uncomfortably.

-Yeah. My children.

They both left the court, Dream, quickly placing the sheath of his blades, Will, advancing without caring until he reached the locker room. He took out his clean clothes nervously and quickly, being stopped by the blonde at some point.

-I can go with you? —Wilbur thought about it for a bit but finally nodded. Dream kept him company, a little uncomfortable looking at him almost naked, but even so, they left the premises in a pleasant silence, only Dream noticed the mischievous look that George gave him when they met for a few seconds on the sidewalk. Will, naturally, continued on his way out of inertia, the blonde only made the path more enjoyable.

—Did you make your own routines? It surprises me, usually someone ends up helping me somewhere, you have a lot of imagination.

Wilbur just gently shook his head. —Well, I've gotten ideas from other skaters, I don't have a coach now, you're the first person to help me —Dream smiles confidentially, of course, I was just trying to help him.

—Have you ever had a coach?

—Yes, before, several years ago in fact…my parents paid for that, I didn't learn with YouTube tutorials—he laughed softly, Dream imitated his action—then some problems arose and I had to quit, now I try to…stay on my own, so I haven't considered adding a trainer to my to-do list.

—Have you ever considered having help from other skaters? I mean, you know George, maybe he's a good friend on the ice—Wilbur didn't say anything about that, they waited patiently for the bus, once inside, they found a space together.

—I spend my free time on other things, that has really limited my social life too much, but I don't really care.

—Is it because of your children? —There it was, the subject so delicate that he didn't want to touch, he sighed softly.

"Yes, Tommy and Tubbo are my world now," he gave him a warm smile, Dream did not avoid recording in his memories the way Will's eyes narrowed and his cheeks rose gently.

—Who is your mother? —he asked out of inertia, the brunette's smile completely erased and he looked away. The silence that formed was extremely dense, different from the previous ones, the blonde noted with regret. Sorry, I didn't want to ask such a sensitive topic.

"It's..." he murmured, "it's complicated." He looked at the floor, trying to seal his lips as much as possible, his children knew it, but he couldn't allow himself to reveal it so easily, he didn't care what they said about him, if he had been a bastard in his younger years, having sex with any woman who crossed his path, ending up impregnating a young or adult girl, who gave him the children without taking responsibility, or heartlessly rejected her and ended up with custody, some Other rumors placed him as an abuser, which is why his mother was gone and the little ones were in danger in her hands. He gently shook his head looking out the window, waiting to reach his destination.

Dream, slowly, slid his hand between Wilbur's, intertwining their fingers, being reciprocated by the brunette out of inertia, the silence gradually changed its course, even when the British looked melancholic and gone, Dream did not let him. away, and followed him to the primary school. The characteristic exit bell rang, the doors opened, a large number of kids ran out of the doors, some older, some younger, but he definitely recognized Wilbur's two sons, shouting his name from an exaggeratedly long distance, they ran up. the chestnut between big smiles and jumps, both children clung to his legs tightly.

Dream had still not let go of Will's hand, which Tommy clearly noticed.

—Who is this bitch? —Tommy mentioned with a frown.

—Tommy! —Wilbur scolded hastily—“Don't talk about grown-ups like that!” —pausing, he resumed—, Nor about anyone, you can't say rude things!

The boy separated the adults' hands and hugged Wilbur possessively. —It's mine and Tubbo's, I don't allow you to touch it —Dream just smiled casually, without feeling offended, Will returned a sorry look, silently apologizing.

"Okay, I'll earn your trust so you can share it with me too." Tommy, in a childish gesture, showed him his tongue and turned to the curious Tubbo, who had not left Will's side either but was looking at the blonde with some admiration. .

—My dad adopted you? Are you our older brother? —Dream shook his head gently. Why were they holding hands too? Aren't they family? —Tommy growled softly, the blonde laughed and the brunette tried to hide definitively, he hated the situation he was in now.

"Let's go home, kids," he tried to take their backpacks, but they both refused, starting to laugh and talk among themselves. Wilbur followed them from behind, keeping an eye on them, walking alongside Dream. A subtle smile was drawn on his lips, he rocked his skates a little. I'm sorry about Tommy, he's not used to me talking to a lot of people.

—Your social circle is small, I understand. Considering you don't have many friends, they shouldn't talk to anyone other than you and their own friends.” Wilbur nodded.

—They know other people, but… very perhaps, they are possessive of me, there are issues… —he swallowed for a moment—, there are issues that also affect them indirectly, children tend to be cruel sometimes.

The blonde nodded, about to cross an avenue, Will called to both children, he put his skates in his bag, grumbling, the children took their hands to cross the street, Dream could only admire once more, the second side of the chestnut, Outside of the elegance and strength as a skater, he had a small family and without knowing him at all or loving him, he considered him a great father, reaching the next sidewalk, he let the children go ahead a little, warning them not to go too far. The children grumbled again, but along the way, they began a children's game where they played their own superheroes. Something in them made them nostalgic, making special effects with their little mouths and creating an imaginary villain from which they had to defend themselves. A nostalgic smile crossed their faces. his lips, longing.

—Is something wrong Dream? —Will asked, noticing the American's change of mood, Dream only shook his head softly, embarrassed at being discovered.

"Nothing, just old memories." The rest of the way was silent, Wilbur scolding the children from time to time, when they went too far or had to cross the street, once they reached the building where the brunette lived, Dream stayed. waiting at the entrance. I don't want to bother your little ones anymore, I prefer to return home now, but, it was a very pleasant moment —he smiled honestly.

—Oh, sure, we could repeat it later.

—Good afternoon Wilbur.

—Good afternoon Dream.

The brunette finally closed the door and turned around, he exhaled the oxygen that he didn't know he was retaining and his cheeks took on a crimson tone, he was terribly lost, he went up the stairs still scolding the children for making so much noise, the blonde, for his Outside the house, he took out his mobile phone and dialed his best friend's number.

"George?" It was a bad idea, I'm completely lost, how the hell do I get back on track?

(4)

—Will you come back at night? —Tubbo asked, the sadness in his little eyes was killing the older man.

—Tubbo, we've already had this talk.

"We don't want you to leave," Tommy adds, holding his brother's hand tightly, standing in the middle of the hallway while Wilbur buttons his shirt, looking at them over his shoulder without saying anything, a part of him doesn't want to go out that afternoon to being able to be with them, but their bank accounts begin to pass in their thoughts.

—Tommy, Tubbo, I have to work, for us, I have to support this family.

Both children begin to cry, Wilbur quickly crouches down as he wraps them in his arms, the little ones only cling to his shirt, he knows that they are wrinkled and stained, but at that moment he completely forgets his appearance and squeezes them tightly. They murmur things he doesn't understand, in the midst of their tears their words are bizarre, but he stiffens for a moment when he traces a pattern to their whining.

"Repeat it Tubbo," he murmurs, subtly separating the boy, Tommy looks at him too and the brunette wipes his cheeks unable to stop his whining, "Tubbo, please repeat it."

—The stairs murmur ugly things about you all afternoon, we are afraid that someone will hear us in the living room and we lock ourselves in the room —Tubbo tightens his shirt a little.

-What are they saying? —he murmurs, Tommy wraps his arms around Will's neck tightly again and responds.

—That you're bad, he's going to hurt us and they'll call the police. They say you spend a lot of time away from home - Tubbo imitates the blonde's action, Will remains silent for a moment, he knows what they mean, it's the damn lady from downstairs, always inventing rumors and spreading them to all the neighbors around. high up from the place, he growls softly with annoyance, he squeezes the children tightly and leans lightly on the little arms that surround him, he can't stop his fear unless he stays, but everything in his head is spinning and he begins to organize their priorities and duties at that moment. He can't just quit his job, he doesn't have a way to get a job now, he knows that his savings are not enough to keep him stable for a few months.

Nor does it cross his mind to ask his parents for help, he knows how the situation will end, if they are not inflexible, in some way they will reproach him for his actions for a long time, as they did a few years ago. Five, to be exact. He sighs, tries to calm the children down as quickly as he can, but even when he looks inside the house while closing the front door, he sees them tightly holding hands, looking at him in silence with small tears running down their fluffy cheeks. He bites his lips, hard, he ends up tasting his own blood but his thoughts are still mixed up.

He tries to clear his mind so as not to miss any orders in the night, making some mistakes to people, who by their own luck, took the best possible posture and did not mention anything about it, by the time the day is over, he enters the office. his boss, who takes documents from the desk and quickly places them in front of him, pretending to be doing something very important although the tobacco smoke spreads through the room even with the window open.

"I'm going to resign," he speaks firmly, not wanting his voice to be cut off or noticing his insecurity and fear.

-You're sure? —the man at the desk, Wilbur, raises an eyebrow, uses all his willpower not to say “No, I really need the job.”

—Yes, I can't keep coming in the afternoon, and no spaces have opened up in the morning to change my hours.

The man just remains silent and a smile appears on his lips. Incredulous, he leans forward and joins his hands in front of him with a look that was intended to intimidate the brunette.

—Are you really wasting this opportunity? It is the only job that will pay you what I give you, being at such a young age, you have no experience of any kind, are you sure you are going to leave it? —he spat, almost venomously, his brow gently furrowed but ending with that sinister smile. Wilbur, trembling slightly, bit the inside of his cheek hard and clenched his hands into a fist.

—Completely sure, I would like to receive my last payment, since it should be delivered to me today.

The man erased his smile, reluctantly taking out his leather wallet.

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Closing the door with a soft creak, she sighed quietly and turned around, the air catching in her throat as she looked at the man on the bed, her brown curls swirling messily on the pillow on her head, a subtle smile painting her eyes. lips as she hugged the sheets to her chest, almost heavenly, the shine in her tired gaze intoxicated his world, almost making him trip over his own feet as he walked slowly to the edge of the bed.

—After caring for two children, you are missing an invalid.

—They are a nightmare, I thought they would never sleep.

The blonde sat on the edge of the bed, Wilbur only let out a soft laugh, they remained silent for a few moments.

—It's not that bad, as long as you follow your treatments you will be able to return to normal very soon.

"Of course, malnutrition and depression aren't a big deal," he murmured with a smile on his lips. Dream leaned forward, caressing his cheek gently, watching the brunette lean into his touch like a kitten, he moved between the bed, throwing his hands away. shoes to the floor and climbing on the bed, surrounding Wilbur's body with his own, bringing his lips closer to each other, starting a soft kiss, lips moving at a slow pace, savoring each other patiently.

Dream only stepped back when he needed to regain oxygen, looking directly into the brown eyes in front of his face, in wonder, feeling that familiar feeling in his stomach, a deep love for the man. WIlbur tilted his head slightly, amused and embarrassed by the incessant scrutiny, his cheeks began to take on a carmine tone, which illuminated his pale skin through the moonlight filtered by the closed curtains.

—Dream? —he murmured, trying to break the blonde from his reverie, raising his hand to place it on his cheek, caressing the soft skin with his thumb. Dream seemed to react, pronouncing a faint smile on his lips as he slid his hand down to outline the side. WIlbur's left hand, the noticeable figure beneath the sheets and pajamas, shaking the brunette, his raised hand faltering just a little before directing it to the golden strands, it was enough for the American to lean forward and steal another kiss from the soft ones. lips, a little more violent, a little more passionate.

Wilbur decides to take a little control, unable to hold his breath any longer, he gently pushes the blonde's chest, a mischievous smile on his mouth and lust invading his gaze, directing his long fingers to the first button of the shirt. of his pajamas, under the scrutinizing emerald gaze that follows his movements as the skin begins to reveal itself under the fabric, when he finishes, he puts it aside, letting the soft cold air that seems to flow in his room caress him delicately.

"I'm sure you want to taste me," he murmurs, the only invitation for the blonde to lean against his neck and exhale with desire, feeling the brunette tremble before placing his lips on the skin, gently kissing his neck, resisting the urge to bite his skin, Going down to his collarbones, running his tongue over the marked bones, almost enjoying the soft moans that the brunette lets out, tilting his head, leaving more canvas for the American to mark with his lips, his hands begin to search above the American's sweater. Dream, starting at his hip and sliding up to feel his back, a funny thought crosses his mind, he utters a noticeable smile and murmurs.

—Take advantage of the invalid now that he can't move.

Dream lets out a small, amused squeal, rising slightly again to take his chin and kiss his lips to silence his words.

"You're more talkative than usual," he murmurs over his mouth and continues leaving short kisses, leaving the British man wanting more, who gently seems to purr at his actions. Dream's restless hands do not avoid moving to caress the skin of his torso, lowering the sheet to reveal the rest of it, slides his cold digits in a slow motion, making small circles over his abdomen.

Wilbur moans quietly, letting his emotions flow freely, taking a little initiative, removing Dream's sweater from his pants to run his hands up his back, meandering, trying to discover the hidden terrain, the blonde cuts back his actions, sitting up slightly. to remove his sweater, throwing it somewhere in the room, taking out his shirt in the same way, having the same fate as his previous garment, he leans forward again to leave his forearms next to the brunette's head.

The Brit lets his hands run over the exposed skin on his chest, leaning forward to place small kisses on it, shifting uncomfortably underneath Dream, trying to get more from the man than he was offering, pulling at his hair desperately, the Blonde gave a breathy laugh at her concern, taking her chin back and kissing her lips, squeezing her hip with some force, moving enough to turn her around in bed, the sheets tangled around her waist and Wilbur lets out a small gasp. surprised moan.

Letting his face caress the pillows, he lets Dream remove his pajama shirt without protest, he can feel his body shiver, the almost non-existent cold air in his large room seeps into his skin forcefully, causing a second shiver as Dream buries his body. nose between her hair and leaves a small kiss on her head, spreading kisses behind her ear, down to her neck and shoulder blades, the sheets begin to be removed from her legs.

He squeezes the pillow between his hands while he feels Dream's slight erection rub against his butt, in a soft, accurate movement he simulates a lunge and WIlbur lets out a moan, muffled between the fabric on his lips, being careful not to wake his children in In the opposite room, the blonde plays with the elastic of his pajamas, pulling the fabric down his legs while touching his exposed skin with an excuse.

He throws the fabric to the side, then kneading the soft flesh of her butt between his hands.

—So where are we staying Wilbur? —the brunette sighs indignantly.

—How does it feel to take advantage of an invalid Dream? —the blonde laughs.

"I wouldn't do anything you didn't want to do," Wilbur choked softly, the blush on his cheeks expanding even more, not noticing Dream's wide smile, who slides a hand under the fabric without removing it, enjoying the softness of his skin. naked, leaving a few more kisses on the back of her neck.

—There…there is Vaseline in the first drawer of the dresser—Dream stops his movements to laugh in her ear.

-Oh really? Don't you have baby oil too?

—Taking care of two children doesn't allow me to sleep with many attractive men, you know?

Again, Dream laughs quietly, moving from his prison to approach the furniture, taking out the jar of Vaseline with a mischievous smile, opening it anxiously and smearing three of his fingers, returning to his initial position on the man, he sits down gently. over his legs, bending over again, lifting up the elastic, squeezing his ass and playing with his hole.

Wilbur gently opens his eyes as Dream slides a finger inside him, biting the pillow into his lips, swallowing heavily as the digit moves inside him, soon, a second was added, moving his hips back, trying to take more. From the boy, desperate for more contact than he had, the blonde caresses his waist with delicate movements and adds a third finger, pleased by his soft moans, admiring the way the muscles in his back tense, withdrawing his hand when he considers that Wilbur is sufficiently prepared, receiving a soft dissatisfied moan.

He takes advantage of his distraction to take his cader again and turn it on the bed, looking at his parted lips, the curls stuck to his forehead, the shadow of a moan stuck in his throat, Dream, slides a hand into the right pocket of his pants, drawing an anticipatory smile before taking out two packages of condoms and leaving them in front, Wilbur does not avoid laughing quietly, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

"You had it all prepared, pretty boy," Dream shrugged.

—I just like to be prepared.

The brunette leans forward, letting Dream step back to take his digits to the button of his pants, opening the zipper and being helped by the American to remove his clothes, he caresses his erection over the clothes before putting a hand in. In the middle, almost playing with the piece of meat in his hands, Dream is the one who has to bite his lips to avoid moaning too loudly, the Brit likes that, it gives him a feeling of power. He lowers the elastic of his underwear, leaving it scattered in the room, concentrating on the piece of plastic snatched from the opponent's hands.

"I wish I didn't have a piece of latex in the way," he murmurs, looking Dream straight in the eyes as he tears the wrapper with his mouth, removing the condom before Dream's lustful gaze, anticipating putting it on properly, tightening his grip on his member to tease him. , he manages to free his legs from the blonde's grip, desperately removing his own underwear, gently lifting his left leg without losing any detail of the hungry emerald gaze.

An invitation that should not be given twice, he leans forward, laying the boy down again and aligning his member against his entrance, letting his hands rest on the British man's hips with some force, biting his neck gently in previous anxiety. , he pushes himself forward slightly, letting centimeter by centimeter, his member go inside WIlbur, who arches his back gently, quickly pulls Dream's hair, his left hand runs along the length of his back.

The blonde, squeezing his left thigh gently, enjoying the soft flesh, the muscle from his time skating and the extensive training, remains still as he waits for Wilbur to get used to it, waiting patiently, being rewarded with a gentle movement of his hip, withdraws from inside him and thrusts again, in a constant movement, the brunette pulls his head back, biting his lips, holding back his moans, feeling Dream's hot breath against his cheek, his thigh, he is pressed a little in front, the flexibility of his body allowing him not to hurt himself while Dream tries to go deeper, he sternly thanks his favorite hobby, figure skating.

The blonde slides his left hand along his side and in a rigid movement, turns on the bed, surprising the British man, he lets out a slight cry of surprise while covering his lips, sitting on Dream's member, feeling it reach deeper inside him, he He leans forward, leaving his hands on either side of the American's head, who leaves his hands loosely on his hips. Wilbur is the one in control now, moving his hips gently, enjoying the sensation inside him, his lips touching. They keep them ajar while light moans escape them.

They keep their gazes together, half-lidded, unable to look anywhere else, loving each other in silence while Wilbur takes care of riding Dream. The American is the first to break the contact of their gaze, sliding it down her torso, looking at her desirable collarbones and light pink nipples, he leans forward, remaining seated with Wilbur on his lap, bringing his mouth close to the warm skin, shifting her hands to the back of his back to pull him close to her.

The British man leaves his hands on his shoulders, taking a slight impulse, closing his eyes and leaving his face towards the sky, he knows that Dream is marking his skin with small bites because of the pain that slides down his spine ignored only by pleasure. What he's getting, he lets it continue, a part of him nodding at having an owner, clutching at his hair gently, Dream's hands wandering to his thighs and butt, warning him that he might change their position soon.

Throwing him back on the sheets, he thrusts almost harshly, kissing Wilbur's lips with desire and lust, leaving them an exquisite reddish color, the brunette muffles his moans as Dream hits a spot inside him that makes him see stars, shuddering. , letting the blonde know not to stop, gently scratching his shoulders as he feels his orgasm approaching, he tries to stammer a warning but his lips are a mess of moans, he ejaculates on his stomach, squeezing the blonde inside him, who stops gently.

Wilbur tries to calm his breathing, still feeling the blonde's hard member inside him, prompting him to end the movement of his hips. Dream remains a little hesitant, resuming his thrusts slowly, Wilbur's sensitive walls resent overstimulation, but he surrounds Dream with his legs so that he does not stop moving, light tears appear in the corner of his eyes, almost unable to bear the overwhelming sensation, the blonde maintains his movement until his own orgasm forces him To finish, Wil's insides squeezing his hard member was a big factor.

Still, he stays inside while the brunette doesn't seem to want to let him go anytime soon, breathing irregularly, keeping his face almost even with his opponent, a few centimeters from his lips. Once he feels the brunette relax, he decides that the perfect moment to withdraw, leaving inside him in one movement, WIlbur jumps quietly and moans his name with intermingled desire sending a jolt of excitement to his member, even beneath the exhaustion, Dream pronounces a smile.

—You're a horny little boy.

WIlbur stammers a few words, out of his mind, before being silenced by Dream's lips on his, kissing him for a few minutes before untangling himself from her lips to get out of bed, removes the condom from his member and throws it in the jar. nearby, taking one of Wil's towels to clean him tenderly, finally, he enters the bed with him, positioning himself behind his back, pulling the sheets carelessly and raising them to cover them both, hugging the brunette around the waist and approaching to tangle your legs and sleep peacefully.