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George wishes he wasn’t putting off all his schoolwork till the last moment. If he had finished his English project earlier he could have spent the weekend with Dream, but now he had to tell him he was busy. It was not like he worked on it Saturday. The thought counts. Now he is spending his Sunday evening writing an essay about a book he only read halfway through.
He doesn’t have a problem with books or reading. The opposite actually, he loves reading and always has two books on his nightstand. He reads at least 5 books in a month, but he can choose which books to read. He doesn’t want to read about the second world war any longer or about a time when people worked in factories.
He wants to read about fantasy worlds, gay pirates, pretty fairies, or something more realistic like a romance novel. They make him fall into a place where his mind can run wild, creating images of maps, structures, and creatures that could never exist in this world. The disgusting world he has to write a 500-word essay about. He has to describe the father-son relationship of people he didn't know.
He already wrote the outline, but somehow he has no idea how to fill it up with 500 words. He had written and deleted the introduction about eight times by now. He couldn't find any motivation. The sooner he finished it the sooner he could read one of his books. The covers with golden letters laid on his nightstand ready to get picked up. There were bookmarks inside of one of them. He had to be halfway by now.
The door behind him opens with a creaking noise. Their house was quite old and the doors had gone through some ups and downs.
George turned around in his chair. Ready to give one of his family members a word. He had to finish this essay and they knew since he had been complaining about it the whole weekend.
Instead, he found a somber-looking Dream. The boy was soaking wet and dripped without care onto George’s wooden floor. George hadn’t even noticed it was raining due to his hyper-focus on his essay.
He should send Dream away, but he looked like a lost puppy, all wet and sad, standing in his doorway. George couldn’t deny him out of nowhere.
“What’s wrong, Dream?” He moved across the room and was already reaching for the boy without realizing it.
Dream took the invite without hesitation. Strong arms wrapping around George’s fragile body. A muss of blond hair pressed against his cheek while Dream burrowed his face in George’s shoulder. He rubbed the taller’s back and tried comforting him to the best of his ability.
George’s clothes started to get wet the more time passed, but he didn’t mind it as long as Dream would feel better. It did make him cool down. The heat of their bodies made up for the freezing rainwater. Dream was burning hot. There was a big chance he had run here. Hurrying to find comfort in his boyfriend’s arms.
Dream worried George. His boyfriend knew he had work to do this weekend. The cause of Dream’s sudden visit must have upset him. He usually keeps his distance when George tells him to. Dream is the more responsible of the two. Always forcing George to do his work on time, eat, and drink enough. He is also the one calling the shorter when George stays up late into the night.
Now Dream was keeping him from his work, holding him so tight it was almost uncomfortable. George accepted the embrace nonetheless.
His essay was not writing itself. George had to get back to work. The laptop behind him kept on making buzzing noises to remind him. Dream wasn’t planning on letting go out of free will. He made this clear by burrowing his head further into George’s shoulder.
“Dream.” A soft hum came in response. “I need to finish my homework.”
Dream’s hold only loosened a little bit enough room for them to look at each other. There were no tears in those green eyes, but puppy eyes were begging him to stay.
“You can go take a shower before you get sick. Your clothes are soaking wet.”
“Will you join me?”
“I have to finish my writing.”
“I’ll wait.”
“Dream,” George sighed. He had a hard time not giving in to the blond. They had known each other long enough to know each other’s weaknesses. George couldn’t resist Dream’s cute dog-like manners.
Dream finally released George. Instead, he jumped onto the bed and looked at the other with waiting eyes. George didn’t make an effort to move back to his desk. He was still worried about Dream. There was a small chance he would get sick in the time it would take him to finish the essay.
“You can work now.”
George sat himself down in his chair. He looked at Dream one last time to check if the other needed anything. Dream looked at him with a smile to show he was okay.
Now he had to focus on actually writing this stupid thing. The motivation to finish it increased only more with Dream’s presence. His hands moving across the keyboard with speed he has never had.
There was a slight nudge against his leg. He looked down to find Dream’s foot pressed against him. Dream looked at him innocently. He was so clingy, but George didn’t mind the amount of physical contact they had.
After about half an hour of work, he was done with the essay. He only needed to check for any mistakes and upload the file. He hoped for a good mark on the essay, but with the amount of time, he spent writing it. It would not be surprising if the mark was bad.
“I’m almost done. You can already go to the bathroom. I’ll join you in a second.” He didn’t hear any response from the other for a bit, but then he started shifting. The foot on his leg disappeared.
“Be quick before the water runs cold.” Dream gave him a brief kiss on the head before the door closed behind him.
“And send.” The screen told him his assignment had been handed in. He could finally comfort Dream without having to stress about his essay and how he could have finished it earlier if he wasn’t such a procrastinator.
He grabbed a set of clothing for both of them. They had conveniently left clothing at each other’s house for sudden sleepovers like these. Sometimes they forget to take them home. On the rare occasion, George would steal some of Dream’s clothes. They were much more comfortable than his for some reason and they smelled like Dream.
He followed Dream’s steps into the bathroom. He was welcomed with a cloud of steam and Dream softly humming a tune. George quickly undressed and joined the other in the shower.
Dream accepted him with a grateful smile. Just like the warm water.
“Hi.” Dream clung to him as soon as he was close enough to grab. He accepted the hug with a hand running through blond locks. “I missed you.”
“It has only been a minute,” George laughed, “How would you ever live without me?”
There is no reply. They both know George is right. Dream could not live a day without George. The evidence was showing when he pulled George even closer to him.
“Let me wash your hair.” George ran his hand through Dream’s hair to support his offer. Dream hummed approvingly.
George got to work. Moving around to grab the bottle of shampoo was not easy with a body wrapped around his. He didn’t mind the clinginess of his boyfriend, but everything was a tiny bit harder.
Massaging the shampoo into his head made Dream’s tense muscles relax. The grip Dream had on him loosened a bit at the extra attention he was getting. His hair was soft despite the natural water that had fallen onto it.
They cleaned up quickly before the water would turn cold. Dream always keeping a part of their body against each other. It made George jump when the blond laid his hand on his hip, a ticklish place, and Dream knew that. George gave him a warning look, but Dream smiled at him, not making any effort to move his hand.
It took them a while to change especially for Dream who insisted he needed to keep his hand on George’s body. In the end, George put his hand on Dream, switching their positions.
Dream wanted to rush towards the bedroom, but George held him back. The blond pouted at the sudden denial.
“We still have to dry our hair.” George let go of Dream’s hand and it made the younger whine and pout even more. It made George laugh. He loved Dream with all of his heart, but sometimes his clingy side was too much.
“Why?”
“Otherwise you’ll get sick. Now, sit.” Dream took place on the ground in front of George, following his orders. Dream wiggled nervously. The blond was so cute when upset.
George made sure to give Dream a head massage while letting the hairdryer do the actual work. Dream hummed appreciatively. He had closed his eyes and decided to enjoy the attention to its fullest.
After switching positions, they ended up laying on George’s bed. Dream’s head in his lap. The blond loved it when he played with his hair, so he fulfilled his wishes. He was fiddling with George’s pyjama bottoms. He traced the funky lines on the fabric. It made George look at him in awe and remembered how sad the boy had looked when coming into his room.
“Do you want to tell me what happened?” Dream shakes his head immediately.
“No, I just want to be with you.”