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"Did it taste good?"
Dream laughs, pressing his forehead to George's. "Really good," he whispers, pressing another sweet kiss to his lips. "Was this just a plot to get me to kiss you?"
"No, actually. You were just staring at me like you wanted to fuck me. That's when it became a plot."
"Was I that obvious?"
George hums, tilting his head to the side in thought. "You've always been obvious," he says, and Dream blushes. "The way you look at me is different to how you look at everyone else. I just wasn't entirely sure what it meant until tonight."
"What gave it away?"
"You're hard."
dream has a habit of staring at george. it evolves into something more.
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11 Jun 2022
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“George,” Dream breathes, and George coughs a mangled sob into the phone without meaning to. “Why are you talking like that? Why– are you crying?”
“No,” George says, and it’s supposed to be a joke, not a lie, because it sounds more like ‘bo,’ with how quickly he’s made himself congested, and there’s not a soul in the world who would believe it.
Softly, but quickly, refusing to let a second of silence pass between them, Dream tells him, “You’re scaring me.”
A late night in Florida, a later night in London. George thinks there's something wrong with him.
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08 Jun 2022
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Dream sinks lower, closer, and George takes quick inventory of the freckles the sun brought out across his cheeks.
“How unfair is that,” he verbalizes. “You get freckles, and I get heatstroke.”
Closer, Dream laughs, blushes in real time. “You like them?”
There are some things George doesn't love about America — namely, the noisy beaches and murderous Florida sun — but he sure as hell loves the people he moved to America for, and luckily, they love him just as much.
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08 Jun 2022
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“George?”
“Yeah?” He asks through the forkful of pasta he’d just shoved in his mouth.
“After you're done with that, will you come to bed?” Dream asks with a tilt of his head, voice small.
In all honesty, he planned to drink another cup of coffee after and then start working again. Still, the request catches him off guard, he takes his time chewing his food. Finally, his own voice has quieted in response to the delicate forbidden question, “Yeah.”
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06 Jun 2022
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“That’s twice tonight, baby,” Dream murmured, placing a gentle hand against George’s back. “You okay?”
George whipped his head around to stare at him, his eyes clear. “What?”
Dream froze, his own half-asleep haze melting away as surprise etched its way through his veins.
“Oh, hey, George.” He tried to sound casual as heat rose to his face and his ears burned scarlet. “Sorry, I thought you were sleepwalking.”
“You thought I was what?”
or; 4 times George sleepwalks, and one time he's still awake.
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- Part 1 of sweet dreams