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It wasn’t an uncommon thing for Dream to be up in the earliest hours of the morning. He would just randomly wake up sometimes, simple as that. Before the sky turned orange and the sun peeked out over the horizon, he was up. It’s not something he even meant to do, and if he got to open his eyes to the rewarding sight of his angel of a boyfriend lying peacefully curled up to his chest, well, he wasn’t one to complain.
This was one of those nights. Moonlight trickled in through openings in the curtains, coating the bedroom in pools of cool, white light. Dream laid on his back, head cushioned on the pillows beneath him, dirty blonde hair splayed out on the soft material. Tanned skin illuminated by his phone screen, absentmindedly scrolling through whatever interested him at 5 am.
Dream let his eyes drift down from his phone down to his chest, a tuft of fluffy brown hair rising and falling with his breaths. Dream smiled, running a loving hand through the brunette curls. He internally coed at how George’s fingers grabbed his nightshirt even while he slept, a quiet plea not to leave him as he slept. Not that Dream ever would.
It never failed to amaze him how cute George looked, conscience or not. He was always perfect to Dream. His heart clenched whenever those big doe eyes looked up at Dream’s green ones, or when pink lips pouted in his direction. That always made Dream want to take George’s cheeks in his palms and rub away the stressed lines in his skin, pulling his lips up into the goofy smile he loved so much.
Dream turned his eyes back to his phone, still having several hours to kill before his boyfriend woke up. Or rather, Dream would have to force George awake. Dream loved George, but that man really would sleep forever if he could.
He hummed softly to himself, somehow ending up on a fun facts website. The blonde wasn’t sure exactly how he managed that, considering that the site’s banner had cartoon elephants on it and was clearly made for kids, but it was still interesting.
He read a few lines in, keeping himself mildly entertained before he saw something truly interesting.
A wide smile pulled at his lips and he looked back over to George. Oh he was excited to tell the Brit this in the morning.
***
“Mornin’ bubs.” Dream felt two arms wrap around his waist from behind, a tired voice humming into his back as he stood over the stove top.
Dream chuckled, moving one of his hands from the pan full of scrambled eggs to cup one of George’s around his stomach. “Hey baby, sleep well?”
If Dream could see George's face he knew it would be pink from the pet name, “Pretty good, you’re like a warm teddy bear.”
“Well I’m always happy to be your personal furnace, Georgie.”
Carefully Dream unwrapped his boyfriend’s arms and led him towards the island stool while he served them both their eggs. They sat side to side, shoulders brushing each other and sharing warmth when Dream remembered when he wanted to tell George.
“Oh! George, I read something interesting this morning.”
“Uh-huh,” George stuffed a forkful of eggs in his mouth, “care to tell me what it is or are you just gonna leave me in suspense?”
“Hm, I dunno, what are you gonna do for me to tell you?”
George rolled his eyes, “God you’re such an idiot. But fine, what do you want, weirdo?”
Dream rubbed his chin, pretending to be in thought but he already knew what he wanted, “Hows about a kissie?” he leaned towards George, a smug smile on his face as the other man’s face turned a shade of pink.
“And what makes you think you deserve one?”
“I don’t know, maybe because I’m your incredibly funny, handsome boyfriend who, by the way, is extremely hot and just made you breakfast? Or that I let you sleep on my chest for literal hours until you wake up, not moving one inc-”
“Okay, okay, shut up I get it,” George raised his hands in surrender, a soft smile under his fake annoyed tone, “You’re so annoying, c’mere.”
George places a warm palm on the blonde’s chin, pulling him down into a soft and quick kiss. It wasn’t anything crazy, but both melted into it and Dream felt a fuzzy feeling growing in his chest. The kiss didn’t last longer than a few seconds, but Dream loved every moment of it, and he knew George did too, no matter how much he denied it.
“Want to know what I read?” Dream spoke against George’s lips as they broke the kiss.
“Whatever, sure. What was it?”
“The world record for the longest kiss is 31 hours, 7 minutes and 14 seconds.”
George raised an eyebrow, “Okay, cool? Why are you telling me this?”
“Because I want to break that record.”
***
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” George asked, perched on Dream’s lap as they sat on their shared bed. Dream’s hands rested lightly on the brunette's sides and the other’s arms were around his shoulders, keeping them close.
Dream chuckled, connected their foreheads together, “Of course it’s a good idea, silly. What’s the worst that could happen? It’s just an extremely long kiss.” Dream made teasing kissing noises as his boyfriend ducked his head in his hoodie to hide his flushed cheeks, most likely stolen from the blonde.
“Yeah, a kiss that lasts over 32 hours. It’s gonna get old real fast.”
“Oh come on now. It won’t be that bad. Plus, it’ll be fun! You know, trying to get through the day while kissing the whole time!”
“I just think you’re trying to get out of going to the store.”
“Well, we could always go out while doing the challenge.”
George shot his head up, glaring threateningly at Dream, “There is no way in hell we’re going out in public while doing this.”
Dream chuckled, poking George in the stomach and watching him squirm from the ticklish spot, “Are you saying we can do it then as long as we are still in the house?” he flashed George a hopeful grin.
George rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help the way his lips tugged up in a smile, “Fine, I guess we can try it.”
Dream threw his arms up in celebration, shouting out a cheerful, “Poggers!” as a wheezing laugh filling their bedroom.
George playfully slapped his hand on Dream chest, smile growing wider at the way his boyfriend got so extremely happy at the littlest things. Dream withdrew one of his hands from George’s hips to grab his phone resting on the nightstand. “Alright, I’m gonna set my timer for 31 hours and 8 minutes,” He said as he pulled up the right app, “last chance to pull out, Georgie.”
George didn’t answer, instead crashing his lips against Dream’s, pulling both boyfriends impossibly closer as they looked at each other lovingly through slitted eyes. Dream started the timer.
Let the challenge begin.
2 hours in
11:30 am
Okay, so maybe this was a little harder than Dream already thought.
Turns out staying connected by the lips for more than a few minutes was very difficult, especially while trying to continue with their day like normal.
Their field of vision was almost completely useless, George’s more than Dream’s. Because Dream was annoyingly tall he could see a bit over George’s head and to the sides, while George got a perfect view of Dream’s nose. And if he tried to look down or to the sides, all he would see was a buff chest and broad shoulders.
Talking also wasn’t much of an option. Communication was limited to grunts and muffled words whenever they wanted to tell each other something. Yeah, it was pretty annoying.
Currently though, it didn’t matter much. They were sitting on the couch together, George on Dream’s lap, a random movie playing in the background. Neither were paying much attention to it, and couldn’t see the screen well, but they didn’t care all too much. They were perfectly content relaxing in each other's arms, snuggled in blankets and pillows, sharing warmth.
George rested easily in the blond’s bear hug, sighing against his lips as he melted further into his boyfriend. He heard a muffled grunt from above him and opened his eyes to meet Dream’s waiting gaze.
“Hm?” George hummed, eyebrows raised in confusion.
Dream rolled his eye and George felt him smile against his lips, “ey muphff oo”
George smiled too, recognizing the gibberish as ‘I love you’
The brunette took the blonde’s hands off his waist and interlocked their fingers, squeezing as he blinked up at the man in front of him, seemingly saying ‘I love you too, idiot.’
6 hours in
3:30 pm
They’ve been putting it off, when both of their stomachs rumbled from hunger they figured it was at least time to try and eat something like this.
Because of their height differences George was sure to get the crink in his neck from tilting his head up to continue his kiss. So the solution? Dream carries George around as the brunette clings to him like a koala with separation anxiety.
It made Dream’s chest vibrate in silent laughter before shutting up after George slapped his forearms with the back of his hand.
Dream waddled over to their kitchen, carrying the shorter male as if he weighed nothing. He made a mental note to tease the brunette about this in 26 hours when this was all over.
He gathered whatever food from the cabinets he figured they might be able to eat and gently sat George down on the island, his legs dangling over the edge as Dream stood in front of him.
He grabbed a tub of cotton candy, Twizzlers, a couple string cheese sticks and a cup of water with a long straw in it.
Dream took the water first, bringing it between them and pausing to look George in the eyes, giving him the chance to back out and end the challenge. George nodded his head as much as he could without separating their lips and Dream carefully slotted the straw between their lips, tilting it towards George first, and then to himself after he took a sip. It wasn’t the most efficient thing in the world, but they made it work and the water was refreshing after a morning of nonstop movies and tv shows.
It was slow going, but for the next half hour they managed to eat whatever they could, a permanent blush on George’s face as they did so. It was awkward and silly, Dream having to keep his hand on the back of George’s neck after he almost accidentally pulled away trying to bite off a piece of string cheese.
When they were done Dream raised his hands from the brunette's thighs and cupped his pink cheeks. George leaned into the touch and Dream felt his heart explored in warmth. He touched their noses together and shook his head side to side, drawing a muffled giggle from George.
Could this man get any cuter?
11 hours in
8:30 pm
“mphf foeph eff asphft!” (my foot is asleep!)
“ophff sephfi phreet?” (you’re sesame street?)
“geph ouph asphf off mphf legph!” (get your ass off my leg!”)
“wopht aph ophff saphig?!” (what are you saying?!)
“wphoi eff ouph asphf sho phat?!” (why is your ass so fat?!)
“HUMMMM?”
“HUMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!”
16 hours in
1:30 am
Sleeping was actually pretty easy to figure out.
Unlike George, Dream didn’t need to sleep 13 hours a day (like a fucking cat) so he was perfectly fine staying up until the challenge ended. He would often stay up late without even realizing the time, just sitting at his monitor playing minecraft into the late hours of the night.
So that’s what they did. With George on his lap and Dream on his gaming chair, George slept while Dream played the best he could with his limited sight. It was pretty difficult. He mostly had to rely on the game sounds, or twist the chair to the side so that he could peek around George’s head to aim back his bow. But Dream wasn’t complaining though. Whenever there was a low point in the game he would take a hand off his keyboard and run it through George’s fluffy hair, always mindful not to let his boyfriend’s limp head disconnect their lips. Dream swears that if he listened hard enough he could hear a purr from the brunette. George falling asleep on Dream’s lap as he plays minecraft happens at least four times a week. Both of them were used to it by now, the joke about George being clingy dying out months ago.
Dream moved his gaze from the computer to said boyfriend, smiling slightly at the sight. Long eyelashes rested peacefully against milky white skin. Bark brown, nearly black hair hanging limping across his forehead and curling behind undisturbed ears. He felt the gentleness of George’s hands, one weakly gripping his shirt, the other resting on the blonde’s shoulder. He looked beautiful like this, in Dream’s arms, trusting Dream to support his sleeping form.
George trusted Dream.
The fuzziness returned to Dream’s chest.
Dream loves George so, so much. So much it hurts.
23 hours in
8:30 am
After Dream woke George from his sleep they went through the same process again with eating breakfast. The second time around was much easier than the last, one of the reasons being that it takes George at least two hours to fully wake up, so he didn’t complain too much when Dream made sure he at least ate something.
They sent their morning playing a stupid game they made up to keep them entertained. Well, it wasn’t exactly a game, per se, it was more of Dream annoying George until he broke and sent the taller man a death glare.
They found themselves seated at their couch again, George on Dream’s lap as a random show played on the tv in the background. Dream was using one hand to continuously flick the burnett's ear lobe while the other was on rubbing small circles into a ticklish area on George’s waist.
Dream’s chest was trembling with wheezing laughter he couldn’t release, extremely amused with the flustered pick on George’s cheeks and death threat in his eyes. He clearly didn’t find this as funny as Dream did. Whenever he tried to swipe Dream’s hands away the blonde would simply tickle his stomach until the shorter was smiling against his lips and forced to keep his hands on the back of Dream’s neck so that he wouldn’t accidentally break the kiss.
George called it cruel. Dream thought himself charming.
George made a mental note that once this was all over he was going to tickle his boyfriend until he peed his pants in revenge.
30 hours in
3:30 pm
Dream was basically a puppy in a human’s body. The parallels between the two were astounding.
The blonde gets excited over the smallest things. A wide, goofy grin finds its way on his face too easily, whether it be because his favorite football team won their game, or because his favorite green hoodie was still warm from the wash. The point is he gets happy and excited over the smallest things, bouncing off the walls with wheezing giggles. George found it endearing. Or at least, he did find it endearing if he wasn’t forced to bounce along with the blonde.
With the two being attached at the hip, George was trapped against his boyfriend’s chest, clinging to his shoulders as the taller man jumped and giggled, celebrating their ‘30 hour kiss’. They still had another two hours to go, but the blonde didn’t care, jumping anyways and mumbling incoherent words against George’s mouth.
The brunette rolled his eyes playfully, one hand in Dream’s halo on blonde hair, the other clutching his shoulder so as to not topple to the ground from the man’s bouncing.
He couldn't help but laugh along.
Dream was still annoying, but he did have a certain charm to him.
32 hours in
5:37 pm
This is it. The end.
Several movies, a late night video game, and one tickle fight later and the 32 hours was over. Both boyfriends managed to kiss for this absurd amount of time, all because George couldn’t say no to his boyfriend’s puppy dog eyes.
They were back where they started on their shared bed, still yet to disconnect as the timer on Dream’s phone counted down the last remaining seconds of their challenge.
“phree!” (three!)
“tov!” (two!)
“onff!” (one!)
They both drew away, giggling as a string of saliva still connected their now separate pairs of lips.
George rested his head on Dream’s chest, still laughing lightly as he stretched out the underused muscles of his mouth. “That was so stupid.”
“Oh, come on, you can’t say it was stupid after kissing for over 30 hours! It was fun, you have to admit”
George looked up, meeting Dream gaze, an impossibly large grin on his lips, “Hi.” the blonde whispered.
“Did you have fun Georgie?” Dream connected their foreheads, a hand on George’s jaw to keep eye contact.
“It was interesting.” The brunette hummed, smirking up at his boyfriend.
Dream chuckled, cupping George’s face in both of his hands before leaning down to place a sweet and gentle kiss on the smaller man’s pink lips. George let his eyes flutter close and he hummed into the kiss, feeling Dream smile against his mouth.
A warm feeling crept its way into both mens’ chest, making their minds go foggy and hands tighten to pull each other impossibly closer.
When they finally parted both of their eyes were filled with love as they looked at each other.
“I love you Georgie.”
“Love you too Dreamie. Also your breath stinks.”
“Hey! It’s not like yours is any better, shortie!”
“I am average height, you’re just a skyscraper! Everyone looks short to you.”
Dream chuckled, hugging the brunette to his chest and tucking his head under his chin, letting brown curls tickle his jaw, “Well I can’t disagree with that, now come on, I’m starving and pretty sure we still have leftover pizza in the fridge.”
The blonde wiggled himself out of George’s arms, standing up and walking towards the door, “Let’s eat, I can’t wait to have some real food now that that challenge is over.”
At that, George’s ears peaked up, but not because of the offer of food, “Oh! That reminds me.” He scrambled off the bed and when Dream turned around he was unexpectedly tackled to the ground, letting out the huff as he fell.
“George! What the hell is this?!” He tried to sound mad, but the grin on his face betrayed that.
“This is revenge!” George laughed darkly, prying the blonde’s arms from his chest and mercilessly scratching at his exposed armpits.
Dream immediately burst into wheezing laughter, squirming under George, but lacking the strength to pull the brunette off of him.
“G- George! St- Stopp-op! I can’t Breath-th!”
“Good!”