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a short inspired by André Acimans Call Me By Your Name
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Five times Dream and George go to the beach together.
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14 Jun 2022
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“Oh yeah,” says Dream. “He was, like, threatening me. First, he said he was gonna —“ Dream laughs helplessly — “he was gonna jack off all over my stuff. Which — whatever. He’s said that a million times and he’s never done it. And then he was like, ‘Oh, I’m gonna expose you to George, I’m gonna tell him what kind of porn you watch.’ I was like, ‘Dude, George already knows what kind of porn I watch.’”
George huffs with laughter, frowning a little at his reflection. “What? No, I don’t.”
“Yes, you do,” Dream insists. “There’s, like, nothing Nick could tell you about me that would shock you. Seriously.”
“Well,” says George, “maybe he should tell me, then, and we can test that claim.”
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“It’s weird how time works. I mean, do you realize how long we’ve known each other, George? Over ten years. And I’ve known Nick for even longer. I’ve known you guys for longer than I haven’t. And in a couple years, you and I will have been —“ He meets George’s eyes.
“Together,” George finishes for him. “For longer than we haven’t.”
“Yeah,” says Dream, looking relieved. “Yeah. Exactly.”
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Dream had a bench right inside the doorway of his third-floor apartment. This, in turn, was another place he had learned how to love him best: by the tips of his fingers and down the inner lining of his arm, where he would touch him, hold him, hug him goodbye, trace the way in and out of his heart, where he would look defeat in the face, shatter everything they’d grown before squishing it back together.
And ever so eagerly, he would learn his name there. George.
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Dream holds him tight, blackened fingers and raw heart and makes love to him in the most beautiful and devoted ways.
He doesn’t even wanna think about what it means for him to love it so much, to love how it feels to be so fatally desired. It appeals to that same, vain, hungry part of him that loves the lustful attention he gets at the bar.
Because Dream wants him in the worst fucking ways.

