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"You've got to be kidding me, Tommy!"
He stalks to the other end of the hallway, the blonde teen in question already getting ready to make a run for it.
"What're you yelling at me for? Tubbo is the one that got in trouble!"
"Because of you!" He's started sprinting at this point and soon enough catches up to Tommy, grabbing his arm and forcing him to face him.
"Tommy, the teacher said you have to be there too, stop running." Tubbo speaks this time, his voice weak, trying to contain his nervousness. He doesn't see his brother mad too often.
"Fine, but stop calling him that."
Dream inhales deeply, calming himself down. He does however, keep a tight hold on the teen's arm to make sure he doesn't try to escape again.
They walk together into an empty classroom and sit on the three chairs especially prepared for them, Dream in the middle with the boys on each side.
He finally releases Tommy and the boy blows a raspberry his way. Dream responds in the same manner and Tubbo rolls his eyes at them.
He can see his brother's tense posture as they wait for the teacher, his leg bouncing up and down and his fingers digging in the side of his thigh. Tubbo reaches to hold the hand in his and Dream seems to relax a little, smiling softly.
He's been checking his watch every 2 minutes about 5 times now so that makes it 10 minutes of sitting in silence, of wasting precious time he could have used to get ready for his exam tomorrow.
The door finally opens and a tall man, about as tall as Dream himself, with pink hair and a white shirt tucked in blue dress pants walks in. He looks young so he can't be the teacher. Must be another student looking for him.
"I'm really sorry about my tardiness, Mr Wastaken. I had to convince the headmistress that her presence will not be needed."
He finally looks at Dream after finding the paper he was looking for inside the folder in his hand. He stops and they both stare at each other, mouths open. The teens look confused between the two. Tubbo pinches Dream's hand and Tommy speaks in a friendly tone. "Hey, Techno." The boy's smile falters when the man sends him a death glare. So someone else shares the same feelings towards Tommy as Dream.
"You're the teacher?"
"You're the parent?"
They both talk at the same time. Techno, as Tommy called him, squints his eyes at him and straightens his back, continuing his walk towards his seat. Dream feels his cheeks heat up at the awkwardness and shifts in his seat.
"I'm sorry Mr...", he hesitates, "Wastaken, but could you inform me on the relation between you and Tubbo?"
Dream clears his throat. "It's Dream, Mr Wastaken is my father." He cringes at the attempted joke and has to restrain himself from kicking Tommy when he hears him snickering beside him. "His brother, s-sir."
Techno hums. "And i believe you know why you're here on this lovely evening?" His eyes flicker to Tubbo, who seems to be getting smaller under his teacher's gaze. Dream squeezes his brother's hand reassuringly. "I wasn't not briefed on the details, but yes, i do."
"Very well." Techno moves his attention to Tommy. "Tommy, would you care to explain?"
Tommy puffs up his chest with a loud inhale, preparing himself to rant about everything that's happend since the history class until now.
"In short, i dared Tubbo to raise his hand to answer a question and instead tell my brother to go fuck himself."
Dream is about to turn to Tubbo with an incredulous look and ask what the hell was he thinking, but he stops mid-thought.
He turns back to Tommy. "Your what?"
"My brother." He points lazily towards Techno as if it's the most obvious thing.
Dream turns to the other man this time and his mouth starts moving and forming letters, but no words come out, only disbelieving huffs. "What?" He finally finds his words. "Then why the hell are we even here? Couldn't we just solve this over dinner or something?"
Techno's eyebrows shoot up and he tilts his head forward as if he's trying to figure out if he heard him right. Dream's eyes widen and he stutters out "I mean family dinner, meeting with the family for dinner and talking, you know?"
Techno leans forward in his seat, resting his elbows on the desk and interwining his fingers in front of him. "Mr Wastaken-"
"Dream", the blonde interrupts him.
"-Dream, maybe dinner would have done if the headmistress was not attending that class and did not hear what amazing answers my students are capable of coming up with. Nonetheless, they are students and should receive the same treatment as any other kid in this school." Tommy scoffs at the mention of "kid".
Dream sighs, rubbing with one finger the space between his eyes to calm his headache. "Yeah, okay, fair enough. What exactly would this treatment entail?"
"That is what i called you here to discuss. I believe extra work that will matter for their final grade should be enough to teach them a lesson, especially this being Tubbo's first time misbehaving in class."
"And last i hope." Dream turns to Tubbo and the boy nods.
"Was that all? Can i say something?" Dream adresses Techno, but his eyes are on Tommy.
The man leans back in his seat and motions for Dream to go on. "Of course."
Dream kicks Tommy's shin lightly and starts talking before the teen can yell at him. "Stop corrupting my brother, you little rat! Swear in your own time, not on mine or Techno's! I have an exam tomorrow, i didn't have time for your bullshit today!" Techno is struggling to hide his snickers, watching the other shut Tommy's mouth.
He whips his head around to face Tubbo. "And you-", he points an accusatory finger at his brother, "when Tommy's being an idiot, you tell him 'you're an idiot', don't join him!"
He pauses to hit both of them over the head. The two teens both try not to burst out laughing so they don't anger the other even more.
"Tommy, I'm expecting you at our house tonight and you two will be doing homework together. You're finishing that extra homework tonight!"
Techno clears his throat and he pipes in. "I haven't decided yet what the homework is."
"I don't care! Just guess it if you have to!"
He exhales through his nose. "Understood?" The boys raise their hands to their foreheads in mock salute and say "yes, sir" at once.
Dream gives them a curt nod as if he's dismissing them and they get up. "You go ahead", Techno interrupts, "i need to have a word with Mr- Dream."
Dream swears he might've seen the other wink at him. "Sure... Tubbo come here." His voice is softer and he grabs his brother's hand to place a 20 dollar bill in it. "Go get some snacks for tonight." He holds onto the hand when Tubbo tries to run back to Tommy. "And stop fucking swearing so much." The boys chuckle and say their goodbyes before exiting the room.
It's just the two of them now and Dream is very aware of the eyes trained on the back of his head. He turns around almost robotically.
"So, what was that you wanted to talk to me about?"
Techno steps closer from behind the desk, stopping in front of Dream, closer than would be considered professional. "I wanted to know if that offer was still on the table?"
Dream throws him a quizzical look. He doesn't remember offering anything. Techno smiles at his confusion and leans in closer, talking in a low voice as if someone could hear their secret.
"The dinner, minus the family of course."
Dream's mouth forms an "o" in understanding and he blushes in embarrassment. "Yeah, t-that...yes, it's there, on the table i mean."
He closes his eyes, embarrassed for a second time today. When he opens them, Techno is even closer to his face, so close that he feels his hot breath on his lips.
Dream looks up into his eyes before making up his mind and closing the gap. The kiss starts soft, but soon their tongues collide and it becomes more heated, licking and biting. Dream is backed against the edge of the desk and he hooks one leg around Techno's waist, hands roaming around each other's bodies.
A chocked laugh and a gasp brings them back to reality and they part in a hurry like the other burned them.
Tubbo elbows Tommy in the ribs to stop him from laughing. "The last bus left, but i guess we can walk home."
Dream straightens his hoodie and runs a hand through his hair. "No, it's fine, I'll take you home."
Tommy is almost rolling on the floor laughing. Thankfully, they're the last people inside the school, besides the janitor.
"Hey, Techno, how's that extra work looking?"
"Doubled, Tommy."
"You get laid and we have to suffer? What the fuck?"
All three throw him an incredulous look "Tommy!"