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George’s eyes flutter open to the warmth of someone's arms wrapped tightly around his waist.
The pair was snuggled under the thick comforter, the blond clutching the brunet in his grasp as if he was afraid someone could steal him.
The house was cold, like it always was, as Dream liked to keep it that way, much to the distaste of Sapnap who was constantly complaining about the temperature, not used to the cold climate like the English man was.
But to George, it could have been as cold as the Arctic, and he wouldn't have minded. Because between hot chocolate, his boyfriend’s big baggy sweaters and the man himself, he always had something or someone to keep him warm and cosy.
His back was turned against Clays heaving chest, feeling his every breath from his nose softly touch the crease of his neck. It tickles a little but it’s the best feeling in the world, George thinks.
He gently turns around, the blonds grasp on him forced to loosen, so that the brunet can see the sleeping man's face.
The fast shifting of his body didn't wake the blond, like George was afraid it would, instead the man just takes a deep breath and pulls George even closer into his chest, connecting both of his arms behind the smallers back.
George looks at the sleeping guys face, the soft pinkish skin that stretches over it, the soft eyelids that twitch every once in a while, his light brown freckles that are sprinkled onto the blush-stricken skin surrounding a gentle smile.
He wants to let him sleep but his right hand doesn't take notice of that. He lifts it up to the beautiful boy and softly glides the pale long fingers over the expanse of beauty Infront of him.
The skin is soft and warm, denting slightly under the brunets gentle touch. He strokes the man's cheek with his thumb, tenderly holding Clays face in his hand.
The twitching of his eyelids stops, as they blink open revealing the emerald green eyes which look golden to George.
His eyes open completely, and the small smile surrounded by freckles grows to a teeth-showing grin as Dream realises the man in front of him.
"Hi" the blond whispers as the brunet pushes his head into the younger’s chest loving the comforting warmth.
"Morning" he mumbles back, slightly lifting his head and connecting his lips with dreams.
"You wanna get up and hang with the boys?" Dream asks after a short period of silence.
"But it’s so coollld-" George drags out the words while climbing even deeper under the thick blanket.
"I know sweetheart, but you can have one of my hoodies alright? And we can cuddle downstairs as well." The blond says knowing that those offers would sway the man's mind.
George thinks for a bit and nods against dreams chest, urging the blond to get up. The slight protest of the brunet warming his heart, as he grabs a big hoodie out of his closet and throws it over to George.
Hand in hand they climb down the staircase, dreams black hoodie being huge on George, falling to the middle of his thighs and making Sweater paws nearly unavoidable.
"Morning" the two say in sync once they've reached the living room, where their friends, and roommates, Quackity, Karl and Sapnap are already stood around the big green tree, holding colourful ornaments to the twigs, Karl being adamant about each placement.
"Oh, look who's awake, the little lovebirds" Quackity mocks in a high tone gaining him laughter from the other boys.
George and dream, used to this sort of teasing, and knowing that it isn't meant malicious in any way, roll their eyes and step over to the group never letting go of each other’s hands.
Trying to help decorate the Christmas tree is really hard with a roommate like Karl, and after a while everyone kinda gave up and just let the curly headed man fulfil what he called his "vision".
"You know what Karl? Why don't you just do it alone if you can't take any of our help?" Sapnap says being the last that was still trying to help, Quackity having given up 20 minutes prior just like dream and George had.
The brunet and the blond were cuddled up on the corner of the couch, Georges head resting comfortably on dreams chest, Quackity was on the other side of the sofa scrolling through Twitter on his phone quietly giggling to himself every once in a while, and Sapnap had thrown himself over the big puffy arm-chair, when Karl finally announced that he was done.
"Fucking finally, took you long enough" Sapnap says swinging his legs off the arm rest and sitting up straight, the comment gaining him a slap to the back of the head from Karl, resulting in Quackity’s loud laughter.
"Well, this is our first Christmas together and Dream and Georges first as a couple. I wanted it to be special!" the curly guy says defending his honour and with it, the guys had to admit, the beautifully decorated tree glimmering in the background.
"Oh, please those two have basically been dating all their life. I mean look at them, can't even get their hands of each other for longer than 2 minutes." Sapnap says pointing at the pair on the couch, gaining laughter from everyone.
"Oh come on Sapnap, you're just jealous you don't have anyone to cuddle" Dream says, giving a particularly hard squeeze to the boy laying on his chest. George laughs and turns his head upwards to give dream a big smooch on the lips, Sapnap Reacting to this with an obviously faked gag that was particularly amusing to the men.
They continue throwing tasteful whips at each other, Sapnap go-to being dream and George and their, in his opinion, waaay too affectionate relationship.
"This is a no pda zone!" he yells as dream and George share a particularly juicy kiss, aiming for exactly this reaction.
The boys fight and Joke on each other’s expense for a long while, but believe it or not, even making fun of Sapnap for being an immature idiot gets boring after a while.
"I'm bored" George whispers from dreams chest, which he was still laying on.
"Me too," comes from several other sources, agreeing with the oldest in the group.
"What should we do?" He asks, looking around waiting for fun activities that could dry out their boredom.
"We could play Minecraft?" Quackity says, gaining agreement from nearly everyone.
"Guys come on it's Christmas eve. I wanna do something together as a group. Something Christmassy!" Karl blurts out almost sounding mad.
"Ok, how about we watch a Christmas movie then? I know a great one. I've been watching it each year for like 7 years it's so awesome!" Sapnap blurts out, the excitement of being able to show his favourite movie to his bestest off friends hyping him up along the words.
"You know what? Sure, put it on then" Quackity says shutting his phone of and handing Sapnap the remote, who excitedly grabs it and types the name of the movie into the Netflix search bar.
"Christ- mas chro-ni- cals" Dream spells out the title while softly petting his big hand over George’s back, softly clenching the man tightly in his arms.
"Wait- is this a children's movie?" George chuckles raising his body from Dreams a little.
"Yes, it is," he says lifting his hand up afraid of getting cut off too early "before you say anything I watched I watched it for the first time when I was really young ok? It's still a good movie!"
So, they all try to stifle their laughter at Sapnap’s, once again, showing immaturity.
The movie goes on and it's actually pretty good Dream must admit, George however doesn't seem to think so, falling asleep with in the first 20 minutes.
Sapnap doesn't mind though. He's too captivated by the story of the movie, which he probably knows by heart after watching it all those years.
George softly snores into Dreams warm chest, as his boyfriend’s hand, glides softly over the warm skin on his cheek, pets his hair and occasionally, peppers the brown crown with gentle loving kisses.
Dream barely pays any attention to the movie after that, only watching the brunets pretty face, smushed against the red fabric of his shirt. He's absolutely in love with the man and he loves realising that every time he looks at him.
His attention only shifts back to the screen Infront of him, as the end credits roll. At his feet he can see Karl gently patting over Sapnap’s back, who seems to be...crying?
He looks over to the Stream of tears flowing from the man's eyes and thinks back to the movie. It really wasn't that emotional. Then again, he spent the entire last hour, petting his boyfriends face, skin, back and hair and just absolutely showering him in love. So maybe he just missed an overly emotional moment?
A look over to the other two boys tells him no, and that it must be Sapnap’s childhood attachment to this particular Christmas film, that is making him react like this.
A couple of soft pats and tissues later, Sapnap’s eyes are glossy and red, but the Stream of active tears had stopped.
All the commotion about the crying man, who usually try’s to act tough and strong, makes the small brunet in dreams arms squirm and slowly come back to the real world.
As Dream notices the open eyes he looks down, places a gentle kiss on his forehead and whispers "good morning sleepyhead"
George smiles wide trying to hide his blushing face with his small hands, dream stopping him and taking the man’s hand in his. Tightly clenching them together as he gives him another kiss, this time on the tip of his nose.
Together the group spends the rest of the evening together, eating Christmas cookies, drinking hot chocolate and forcing Patches to listen to a horrendous rendition of multiple crookedly sung Christmas songs.
The day ended with comfortable silence between the five of them, happily standing Infront of the big glass window. Dream behind George, arms wrapped around his small shoulders, connecting at his chest chin resting on his head, watching the sun disappear in a sea of Yellow, Orange and red.
Dream looks at the man in his arms and whispers quietly so only the two of them can hear it
"I love you George" while placing another soft kiss on the brunet’s head.
"I love you too clay, so, so much" George answers leaning back into the touch, he's never been this happy, and he knows it.