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Dream has a problem.
Well, it's not really that big of a problem. His life has been great, George has been living with them for months and they have been together for weeks now after confessing to each other. It's great. He just has a teeny tiny bit of a problem.
His long shoulder-length hair has been cock blocking him everytime they try and get intimate.
It's a dumb thing, but it is actually annoying to the both of them since it's preventing them to do anything without a hair getting eaten every minute. Hair ties are a great solution, not if Dream is a big forgettable person and loses his hair tie around the house. Plus, he's just not a fan of it.
One of those times are this. They are enjoying a movie in the blonde's room when suddenly things heat up and George is now on Dream's lap. They are having a heated make out session when the taller rolls the two until the brunet settles on his back on the bed, with Dream on the top.
They break the kiss and tries to catch their breath for a second before leaning in together when suddenly George feels something that isn't Dream's lips, which makes him lean back on the pillows and push the blonde back.
With confusion, George tries to spit up the thing, which was the blonde's hair, and leaned back on the pillows.
"What the fuck?" The brunet exclaimed as he spits out the remaining hair in his mouth, while Dream tries to get his hair out of the way.
"I-i'm sorry George, I lost my hair tie a-and--" as the younger stammers for an answer, leaning back on his ankles, he was suddenly stopped by an ear-piercing laugh from the person below him, earning a confused look from Dream.
"You--" George tries to say but is cut off by an another laugh. Minutes passed and George still hasn't calmed down from laughing, and the blond is already getting red from embarrassment.
"Ugh, stop laughing already," the red-faced man says, as his head is bowing down, staring at his hands which he is currently fiddling with.
This seems to kind of calm the brunet down as he wipes his eyes that has become teary from laughing. "Aww, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. C'mere," the older says as he reaches his hand to Dream. When he doesn't respond to the outreached hand, he props himself with his elbow and pulls the tall man, resulting in him collapsing on George's chest.
"I told you you should cut your hair, didn't I? Look what happens," the man below whispers on his ear as his fingers comb through Dream's hair. The blonde wraps his hand around George's waist, his head snuggling between the crook of his shoulder and his neck.
"'t's b'cause I like how I look with long hair," the blonde pouts, more whiny than how he intended it to say, which earns a soft laugh from the other. They stay like that for a few minutes, George combing through Dream's hair while they hum a tune of a music that they don't remember the title of. As the calming motion stretches on for God knows how long, it makes the man above sleepy. Dream almost drips off if not for the brunet speaking again.
"You know Dream," George starts, which barely earns the attention of the sleepy other, "what if I cut your hair myself?" This catches Dream's whole attention, his head lifting from his neck to look at his boyfriend.
"What? Do you even know how to cut hair?" he starts, which earns a shrug from the brunet.
"Well, I mean it shouldn't be that hard, right? I just need to shorten your hair enough for it not to cock block us everytime we make out," George points out with a mix of a slight chuckle. But this doesn't seem to convince his boyfriend, his eyebrows furrowed while he purses his lips.
"C'mon, it'll be fun, y'know. Another core memory perhaps. And we can just have it fixed at a salon if you wouldn't like the outcome," he convinces more. The brunet waits for the blonde to make his mind up, while his fingers draw small circles on his back in attempt to soothe his boyfriend while his other hand tucks Dream's hair behind his ear as he thinks.
The blonde, after a minute, suddenly sighs, which stops George's fingers from moving. "You know what? Okay," Dream agrees, which makes the brunet almost bursts to joy if not for the blonde cutting him off. "But, in one condition. It should never be longer than 3 inches. The hair you'd be cutting, I mean," that earns a nod from George. The two stares at each other for a minute then smiles, then leans in for a soft languid kiss.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Dream nervously asks as he watches his boyfriend fumble through his stuff in the bathroom while he is sitting on a stool, facing the mirror. He is wrapped in a towel, a makeshift salon gown, which is secured by a clip behind him.
He waits for George to finish what he's doing on the counter as he tries to entertain himself, his hands fiddling with the hem of the towel. After a few minutes, George finishes with what he was doing, finally facing Dream with a grin in his face while holding a scissors on his hand and a hairbrush on the other. This makes the blonde more nervous as he straightens his back.
"I'm sure. Now, are you ready, Dream?" It's almost like Dream can feel all of his hair on his body standing up. He tries to close his eyes as George closes the gap between them, trying to calm his nerves down by not looking at the scary thing that George is holding.
"Damn, calm down will you. It's not like I'm gonna kill you, okay," the taller almost flinches when he feels a hand comb through his hair. When he realizes that it wasn't a scissor, he then opens his eyes, meeting an another pair of eyes in the mirror. George combs through his hair comfortingly, as if he's trying to say that everything's gonna be okay without words. This seems to successfully calm him down a bit.
"Okay, i'm ready. You can start now," Dream quietly says, and it makes the brunet smile softly. He continues the motions through his hair, trying to calm the blonde more as he flutters small kisses on his neck. Dream sighs on the sweet action, trying to lean back on George.
"Are you calm now?" The older asks, while whispering on his ear, which the blonde nods on with a small shiver. He then pulls away, and brushes Dream's hair to start on the process.
As the bathroom floor gets covered with hair and the sounds of scissors snipping surrounds the room for almost two hours, it has finally stopped. The brunet tries to brush out Dream's hair and he places them with the scissors on the counter as he tries to shake off the remaining cut hair on the towel.
"Well? How'd I do? Does it look good? Do we need to go to a salon?" George asks, leaning over Dream's shoulder. He tries to fluff out his hair, as if trying to show off the hair.
The blonde's hair has become shorter now, from an almost past shoulder length to a just below the ear length, just enough for it to be tucked behind the ear but just short enough for it to not become a hindrance when leaning down.
Dream checks himself out on the mirror, turning his head left and right to try and look at the haircut. "Hmm, not bad as I thought it would be. I didn't know you had the talent, George!" The blonde chuckles which makes the other slightly embarrassed, softly pushing him on his shoulder with his own.
"Oh, shut up. I told you it would turn out good, didn't I?" George removes the clip and then the towel, shaking off the little hairs sticking on it. He makes a mental note to wash it as he puts it on the counter. Dream then gets up from sitting on the stool, the pain of not moving his limbs for two whole hours suddenly hitting him as he stretches his arms as far as he can.
George cleans up the tools he used and got busy trying to clean the hair that tried to stick on his arm so he didn't notice Dream looming on his back and suddenly hugging him tight.
"W-wha-, Dream! I'm trying to clean myself!" George softly shouts, putting up a fake annoyed face as he tries to turn around to face the taller man, but he fails as Dream tightens his hold more, burying his face on the crook of George's neck. This makes the brunet stop.
Dream sighs deeply and inhales, as if trying to sniff the older man's scent from his neck. George smiles gently, leaning back on Dream's shoulder.
"Missed you," his voice was muffled but the brunet understood it well. He laughs on his boyfriend's whine as he caresses the arm that was enveloping him.
"We were together the whole time, you idiot," George quietly says, as if to not ruin the mood between them.
"But I couldn't hold you," the blonde then adds. George wants to say along the lines of "you're so clingy" but decides against it and just cherish the scene, further leaning back against the other's shoulder. They were almost swaying side to side, as if they were dancing to a music that only the two of them were hearing.
They stay like that for a few minutes, just dancing to an invisible music and leaving sweet kisses all over each other.
In that moment, George wishes to the stars for them to be together forever. Unbeknownst to him, Dream also wishes for the same thing.