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Despite the average obnoxious jock stereotype that constantly loomed over his head, Dream absolutely despised college parties.
He would much rather prefer spending his free time on the field with his best friends planning how they could be even better for their upcoming football season, or even alone in his dorm room reading the books he insists he doesn’t enjoy. Said best friends, however, are the very reasons why Dream is standing awkwardly in the hallway of some random frat house with cheap beer threatening to spill over the edges of his cup as people forcefully brush past him.
Apprehensive green eyes wander over the heads of people around him as he desperately searches for the sole reason he was at this party in the first place. His search gets cut short by a sudden weight around his shoulders, placed there by the very person he was looking for.
“Dreamie boy! Enjoying the party as always I assume?” the familiar taunting of Sapnap rings in his ears, noise fighting to be heard over the blare of music coming from speakers all around the house.
He feels the arm around his shoulder rise to ruffle his dirty blonde locks and cringes as alcohol sloshes over his best friend's cup landing, of course, directly on top of his pristine white converse.
“Always a joy to be here” he grumbles sarcastically in reply as he raises his own cup to his lips, grimacing as the liquid enters his mouth.
“There’s that enthusiasm I love so much” Sapnap teases in reply as he removes his arm, not before adding a quick pinch to Dream’s cheek. “You should really jump on the opportunity of having all these girls throwing themselves at you, you know. Get laid dude. You could use it.” He exaggerates his last sentence, leaning slightly closer to Dream before downing what is left of the drink and stumbling his way back into the kitchen to grab yet another.
My mission in life Dream sarcastically thinks to himself. One of the primary reasons he hates these kinds of parties in the first place is the plethora of girls that swarm to him solely for his undeniably pleasant looks and reputation for his success on the football team.
It’s no secret exactly, that Dream is bisexual, but he does tend to keep his overwhelming preference for men on the quiter side. It’s not that he never seeks out a quick fling from a random girl at these parties in times of need or anything, he just prefers guys if the option is available to him.
His eyes scan over the girls and a couple of guys within a close radius of him, none catching his interest in the slightest, before trailing a little farther and stopping on a figure entering the opposite side of the living room. The sight of dark, somehow perfectly messy hair accompanied by even darker attire immediately catches his attention from where he stands by the kitchen.
The darkness of the stranger distinctly stands out amongst the abundance of flashy, colorful outfits and the sea of bleach blonde hair stretching across Dream’s line of sight. He notices the stranger appears to be turning down the pleading eyes and words of people, similar to Dream, all watching him curiously as he makes his way further into the party. He walks with an aura of effortless confidence and a hint of, annoyance? Almost as if he is used to receiving this type of attention any time he enters a crowd of people.
Dream reluctantly removes his gaze from the man and tries his hardest to return to his previous search, but finds his eyes unwillingly returning to the brunette across the room. What he does not expect to find, however, is said man approaching Sapnap who simply greets him with an arm slung over his shoulders just like he had done to Dream minutes ago, minus the ruffling of hair. His eyebrows crinkle in confusion as Sapnap breaks out into laughter, confusion quickly switching into a gentle upturn of his lips as Dream watches the first trace of a smile form on the brunette’s face since he entered the party.
He quickly masks the forming smile with a sip from the drink still clutched in his hand. Why is he fighting back his own smile over something as simple as a stranger’s? In his defense, the sight of the man smiling is enough to make anyone stop in their tracks and admire the view for a while.
The captivating haze that covers Dream is quickly broken when Sapnap turns and points directly to where Dream is standing by the kitchen. The brunette follows the point of his finger and Dream can feel every ounce of air leave his lungs as green eyes meet brown for the first time.
Dream tries to cover his rising panic and widening eyes by giving a small smile and raising the cup to his lips once again, quickly diverting his gaze to the suddenly very interesting blank wall next to him. The panic skyrockets as he feels the presence of the man making his way closer to where he stands. Realizing he can’t keep alternating his stare between the white walls and hardwood floor forever, Dream raises his eyes to meet the man’s brown ones once more, now standing much closer than before.
“You must be the Dream then” the man says in a light teasing manner, now taking the last few steps to finally reach Dream’s awkward lean against the wall.
Oh my god he has an accent.
Dream clears his throat quickly before standing up straight and speaking. “Um yeah, that would be me” he tags a laugh onto the end of his words, cringing internally at how pathetic they came out.
He can’t help but stare even harder now that the boy was up close directly in front of him. Dream notices the missing line jutting through his dark eyebrow, the light dusting of freckles across his nose if you look hard enough, the contrast of his silver nose ring resting against pale skin, and the way dark eyes seem to reflect stars back at him under the fluorescent lighting that dances over their heads. As if the sight in front of him wasn’t enough to have Dream whipped instantly, his accent surely sealed the deal. Dream racks his brain, desperately hoping to string some combination of words together to prompt the man standing in front of him to speak again.
“Uh- so how do you know Sapnap?” he questions, trying to fight the way his words come out sounding nervous. Really, is that the best you can come up with? He scolds himself in his brain as he raises his cup to his lips again.
The brunette takes a second to just stare at Dream with the light presence of a smirk slowly working its way onto his face, causing Dream to become hyper aware of the heat blooming in his own cheeks as he swallows the drink.
“We have classes together, you know, same major and all” he responds as he shoves his hands in his pockets, looking amused and sounding effortlessly casual with his accent that Dream has quickly grown desperate to hear more of.
Dream’s mind flashes back to his occasional conversations with his roommate about the British man he’s befriended in his classes, saying how Dream would love him followed by a few kissing noises that earned him a certain finger being thrown his way. He internally curses at the fact that Sapnap knew the man standing in front of Dream would be just the type to get him all flustered and nervous. He quickly flickers through each conversation mentally, trying to remember the name he had heard all about.
“George!” he exclaims with one hand raising to point at him, having finally pieced together the puzzle of the man he was currently towering over. Red overtakes his cheeks and he brings his raised hand to casually tuck a blonde strand behind his own ear as he realizes just how enthusiastic he sounded to know the mysterious brits name.
“Um yeah, that would be me” he replies in the same tone that Dream had answered him with earlier in their conversation before breaking out into a smile that seemed to paralyze Dream on the spot once again.
Dream just awkwardly laughs in response before dragging a hand up to run down his face, hating the way George has football star Dream standing here giggling and blushing like a schoolgirl despite barely knowing the man.
George lets out a light, knowing laugh before speaking. “Do you wanna leave Dream?”
Dream just blinks at him, slightly shocked at his forwardness before opening and closing his mouth as he struggles to form any coherent thoughts.
“Oh my god, you idiot, not like that ” George softly giggles before grabbing Dream’s forearm and pulling him towards the front door, easily parting the crowd and causing Dream’s mouth to open and close stupidly once again.
The smaller boy speaks again as the two make their way down the front steps and begin walking down the street, Dream not having a clue in the world where they are going but also not having the mental capacity to care in the slightest.
“I just meant that you looked a little overwhelmed in there and thought you might be better off coming outside for a bit” George continues, letting go of his forearm much to Dream’s dismay.
“Yeah sorry about that, parties just aren’t my thing I guess,” Dream shrugs as he pockets his hands in the front of his jeans, now trying hopelessly to seem cool despite making a fool of himself just seconds prior.
“I’m not too fond of them either, you know how persistent Sapnap can be though,” George replies, earning a soft laugh and a nod from Dream.
Dream lets his eyes wander over the man once more and begins to notice more things that he finds fascinating about him the longer he stares. George is wearing an oversized, light gray Cobain tee (Dream can’t quite put his finger on where he knows the man from), black ripped jeans that seem to fit him perfectly, and black high top converse with laces that loop once behind his ankles before meeting in a perfect bow at the front.
“I like your t-shirt,” Dream begins speaking, causing the brunette to look up and meet his eyes with a small smile “I really like that one song uh- Living on a Prayer, is it?” He finishes his sentence with a question, nose slightly crinkling up in confusion as he waits for George to be impressed.
George takes him by surprise and instead bursts out into a fit of laughter, practically clutching onto his stomach to force himself to remain upright. Dream’s heart flutters up into his throat at the sound and finds himself hoping George never stops. He lightly giggles along with the brunette, confused at why he had such a reaction to his words but going along with his laughter anyways.
“Yeah Dream, that’s a really good one” George finally replies through giggles as he discreetly wipes the tears forming in his eyes from laughing so hard. Dream smiles down at the man, feeling proud that he had done something right to produce the beautiful sound he so badly wishes to hear again and again. George looks up over his shoulder at the taller, meeting his eyes and returning a smile back at him.
The moonlight shines down on the two as they find themselves in the midst of a conversation about George’s love for music, and more specifically his collection of band tees. He tells Dream about his childhood in England and his father’s obsession with American bands that’s been passed down to him over the years. Dream can’t help but get distracted over the way the smaller man’s eyes shine a little brighter in the dim outdoor light and how his smile grows a little wider as he rambles about something so near to his heart, especially so soon after meeting him. George’s eagerness to share his interests with others quickly becomes one of Dream’s favorite things about him.
George gives the small pebble he had been occasionally kicking along the sidewalk one final kick before stopping and turning towards Dream. The breeze pushes tufts of dark hair closer to George’s eyes and Dream has to physically refrain from gently tucking it back.
“Um, I’m sorry for distracting you for so long. We kinda somehow made it all the way back to my place already” George says, pointing a thumb over his shoulder and seeming slightly embarrassed for the first time all night. Dream’s heart lurches at the realization that this is where they will have to part ways for the night.
“No George, It’s totally fine!” Dream reassures him a little too quickly, hating the possibility of George feeling shy around him at all, “I’ve actually enjoyed talking to you so much I didn’t even realize we left the street that the party was on” he admits with a laugh.
“Well let’s hope you manage to remember the way back” George laughs quickly at the blonde before smiling. “Thank you for walking with me, Dream.” He finishes, his usual sarcastic tone turning into something gentler.
“Of course, George.” Dream replies, just as gentle.
George gives one last smile that tugs on Dream’s chest before turning on his heels and making his way inside the building.
The breeze dances through golden waves and moonlight shines down fondly on Dream as he remains in place staring at the door George had previously disappeared into, hands shoved in pockets, and a smile bigger than he ever knew was possible stuck on his face.
Dream wakes up to the unpleasantly familiar noise of his roommate throwing up in their shared bathroom which happened to be directly next to his bed, much to his luck. He reluctantly cracks one eye open to see Sapnap on the floor and lets out a dramatic groan before pulling himself out of bed to help him. He hears the poor man let out the remaining contents of his stomach before finally handing him a paper cup full of mouthwash.
“Rinse.” Dream commands the man on the floor, morning voice in full effect. “Spit.” He instructs him again before yawning and rubbing his eyes.
“Always so demanding” Sapnap grumbles under his breath after complying with his orders.
“How about you try being woken up at the ass crack of dawn by your roommate puking his guts out for the third Monday in a row, idiot.” Dream snaps, now handing him a water bottle and some Advil despite his apparent irritation towards his friend.
“Dream, I can’t go to class today.” Sapnap insists dramatically from his spot still on the floor, making him look like a child.
"You say that literally every day.” Dream replies flatly, staring unimpressed at him and wanting nothing more than to crawl back into bed before he goes to his own classes.
“No Dream I’m serious dude I can’t go, but you have to do me a big favor I’m begging you” he insists. Dream rests one hand on his hip and brings his other to pinch the bridge of his nose, resembling his own mother far too much for his liking.
“You have to go drop off my homework at my first class for me-” Dream cuts him off by removing the hand pinching his nose and throwing it up into the air. “No dude listen- Dream please! I cannot fail this class please just drop it off then you can go” he begs the taller man above him.
Damn Sapnap and his persistence. George was right. George. Upon the realization that the two share the same major, Dream felt a new willingness to turn in his roommate's work if it meant having the chance to possibly see George again.
“Fine.” Dream breathes out in feigned annoyance, now in a better mood at the idea of seeing the brunette from the previous night. His agreement is met with the hungover man on the floor now wrapping his arms around the back of Dream’s knees repeatedly thanking him.
“You are so annoying, you owe me.” Dream whines and pushes him back onto his resting place on the bathroom floor, leaving to go make himself presentable to leave the dorm.
Dream walks down the sidewalk with a little more enthusiasm in his step than usual as he finds himself on the opposite side of campus with Sapnap’s paper in his hands. He’s wearing his favorite cuffed jeans with a baggy Greenday shirt that he found thrifting one time tucked in, for no particular reason of course.
He’s nearing the science building when he spots a familiar dark head of hair walking with two other people dressed in equally dark clothing a couple feet ahead of him. Without even giving it a second thought, he begins to call out for the brit.
“George!” Dream calls, picking up the pace to a light jog as he tries to get closer.
The smaller man turns around at the sound of his name and is met with a sight equivalent to a golden retriever running at him with a stick in its mouth. Dream finishes the last few steps of his jog and stands in front of the trio, holding the paper firmly in both of his hands and sporting a smile that rivals the sun itself.
The two standing on either side of George give each other the side eye at the same time, one in a beanie shrugging his shoulders at a slightly taller one sporting a variety of rings around painted nails, before looking towards the brunette in confusion.
“Hey Dream” George starts carefully, looking back towards the two boys beside him and motioning them away. They seem to get the hint and turn back around continuing in the direction they were previously walking in. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” George resumes his sentence, turning back towards Dream with a small grin.
“Sapnap’s massive hangover, actually” Dream replies, earning a scrunched up face of disgust from George followed by light laughter.
“I’m sure he must be pleasant to be around” George says sarcastically.
“If your idea of pleasant is him grasping your knees and begging you to turn in his homework after repeatedly puking in your shared bathroom, then absolutely.” Dream laughs before motioning towards said homework for George to see.
George squints at the paper before lightly smirking and meeting Dream’s eyes, “Guess you can walk me to class then,” He states before turning around and resuming his walk to the building, Dream now in tow.
“Sorry about my friends acting all weird, by the way” George begins once Dream has caught up next to him, “They aren’t exactly the most open to making new friends. Especially if they aren’t like-” he pauses to wave his hands around himself “Us.”
“I get it.” Dream starts to reply, heart slightly dropping at the possibility of George feeling the same way. “I don’t necessarily blame them, it’s kinda hard for me to escape from that stereotypical jock douchebag image” he says the last part sarcastically, hoping that George can sense how much he dislikes being seen that way.
“Well I don’t see you that way, Dream” George replies with unwavering confidence, now staring up intently at the blonde as they walk. He must sense the rising warmness in Dream’s cheeks because he tags a joke onto the end of his words, “I mean what stereotypical jock douchebag would own a vintage, limited edition Greenday shirt?”
“Wait, you’re telling me this is like, worth something? I got it for 2 bucks at a thrift store!” Dream questions, picking up the loose fabric of the shirt between two of his fingers in amazement.
“ Dream, ” George groans at the taller boy’s shocked face and pulls his hand down, “You are not proving my point here.” he laughs and lightly shakes his head. “But yes it is, and I will most definitely be borrowing it at some point.”
Dream now cannot control the blush swarming his cheeks as George’s words sink in. George not only implied spending more time together in the future, but also wearing Dream’s clothes. He doesn’t know if he would survive the sight, yet fights back the urge to pull it over his head at that very moment.
They reach the doors of the classroom far too quickly for Dream’s liking and George outstretches a hand to retrieve the paper. He lightly frowns as he scans over the words on the page before meeting Dream’s eyes again.
“I actually have plans to study with Sapnap at your guys’ dorm on Thursday, I figured I’d let you know just in case you maybe wanted to stay and keep us company or something?” George questions, growing slightly more timid on the last few words and fiddling with the corner of the paper.
Dream fights back a smile at the prospect of George feeling equally as nervous around him despite his relaxed appearance all the time.
“Of course! I’ll clear my schedule just for you.” Dream jokingly grins down at the brit, earning a smile out of him too.
“Perfect.” George replies happily before turning his face into something much more serious “I will steal that shirt though Dream” he states, glancing down at it before smirking and turning around to walk inside the room, leaving Dream frozen staring at his disappearance with a stupid grin across his face for the second day in a row.
If Dream finds himself going out of his way every morning now to walk the patiently waiting brit to class, it’s nobody's business but theirs.
With George now sitting in Dream and Sapnap’s shared dorm room, more specifically on top of Dream’s bed , Dream isn’t sure that he ever wants George to leave. He finds himself admiring the way the smaller seems to sink perfectly into the mountain of blankets far longer than he should be. Green eyes can’t help but lock onto the way his mouth moves, forming words around the accent he’s grown so fond of as he explains something far beyond his attention span to Sapnap. Dream only averts his eyes whenever he feels the smug glare of Sapnap, who seems to be quickly catching on to Dream’s not so discreet crush on the brit. It’s not his fault that every word leaving George’s mouth has the ability to make him lose all focus on anything other than the pretty boy in his bed.
The moment George exits the room with a tiny wave to both of them and a promise to come back soon, Sapnap slams the door a little harder than necessary and presses his back against it, arms crossed and eyes locked with Dream’s. The floor is suddenly very fascinating to the blonde.
“You are so obvious, you stupid idiot,” Sapnap begins, squinting his eyes pointedly and leaving little room for Dream to defend himself.
"I- Okay no listen-,” Dream stammers, one hand raising to nervously twirl a golden lock near his ear, “To be fair-.”
“Cut the bullshit, you have a crush on George.” Sapnap deadpans, cutting him off before Dream can stutter out any more excuses. Dream fights back the heat now rising to coat his cheeks and ears in a bright red hue, but painfully loses.
Clearly unable to change his best friend’s mind, Dream just tosses his head back with a groan and brings both large hands up to cover as much as possible of his blushing face.
“Dreamie,” Sapnap cooes in a teasing tone, now uncrossing his arms and moving across the room, “I’ve never in my life seen you this whipped for anyone. I must say though, your little schoolgirl crush is extremely amusing to witness.” He finishes, now laying flat on his back in his own bed, both arms crossed behind his head to maintain eye contact with the taller.
Dream just replies with an even louder groan before walking over and falling face first into his bed, desperately trying to ignore how his sheets still smell like George. God damn George .
“There’s not exactly anything I can do about it, ” Dream whines, throwing arms in the air before dropping them next to his head, “I mean his friends absolutely hate me, despite knowing nothing about me. We’d practically be Romeo and Juliet” he finishes with an over dramatic sigh.
Sapnap simply stares in amazement at the stupidity of the boy before sitting himself up to sit on the edge of his bed.
“You make him brighter, Dream” he begins sincerely for the first time today, causing the blonde to turn his head to the side and make eye contact with his friend across the room, “I can count on one hand the amount of times I have seen George genuinely laugh before he found you at that party. And as for you, I’ve never seen you so god-damned whipped for anyone other than yourself before. You need him to tone down that ego of yours,” he finishes with a smirk, earning a pillow being chucked haphazardly in his direction.
“Seriously though, I think you’re good for each other,” he turns serious once more, looking directly into green eyes that seem to be soaking in every word he speaks.
“I really do like him,” Dream’s voice comes out nearly in a whisper, still maintaining eye contact. It feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders just from saying it out loud for the first time.
“Yeah, I know.” Sapnap seems to sense how much the confession means to the boy and silently raises his arms as an invitation for a rare, but needed hug between the two. Dream drags long limbs up from his spot on the bed and holds back none of his weight as he falls onto the other boy on purpose, causing them both to fall back and erupt in laughter. Sapnap grunts as he pushes the larger boy off of him and sneakily steals the phone resting in Dream’s back pocket before standing up.
“Stop being an idiot. Don’t let him get away,” he says, putting an end to the conversation before chucking the phone back at Dream’s chest, giving a small salute and exiting the room with no further words.
Dream just stares at the closed door in amusement before lightly shaking his head and picking up the phone now resting in his lap. He feels his heart begin to run laps around his chest at the sight of a new contact.
Georgie Poo <333 the contact reads, courtesy of Sapnap.
He lets out a small laugh and immediately changes it out of fear of George seeing it someday, but silently thanks his friend anyways. Gears spin in his head as he desperately tries to form the perfect plan, and eventually one clicks.
- do you trust me?
-it’s dream btw
Time seems to move differently, almost slower, at night. Especially where Dream rests, legs dangling carelessly off the side of the rarely used overpass, watching the occasional car go flying past below. He loves the way the breeze feels at night as it lightly tousles his hair, holding a chill that isn’t exactly cold, but enough to make him feel alive. The stars seem bright and alert tonight, patiently waiting for the story beneath them to unfold.
Dream is broken from his trance of watching cars pass by the familiar sound of a small pebble lightly skipping along concrete. Lips involuntarily turn up at the corners before he raises his eyes to meet brown ones approaching him from a few feet away, patting the spot next to him in invitation. He doesn’t think the sight of George’s dark eyes reflecting stars back at him will ever stop taking his breath away.
“Just out of curiosity,” the brit begins as he continues to shrink the distance between the two, “This isn’t some elaborate plan to murder me in the middle of the night, right?” George finishes, shifting his legs over the ledge and swinging them back and forth gently to match the blonde now sitting just inches away.
Dream turns away and laughs, freckled cheeks raising to make his eyes crinkle at the corners and green eyes shining brightly under the moonlight, causing the brunette to smile fondly at the sight before he turns and reciprocates the same fond look back, “No George, I promise.”
“May I ask why you cryptically brought me out here this late at night then?” he asks in a teasing manner, still unable to stop his lingering smile caused by the blonde’s laugh.
Dream doesn’t answer for a few seconds, seemingly lost in thought as he stares at the sky, leaving George to bask in wonder for a little while longer.
“You make me nervous, George” he simply begins as he stares directly out into the night, causing the smaller boy to shift his smile into a more confused expression.
“You brought me here,” the brit begins slowly, tone laced with questioning, “Because I make you nervous?”
“You make me nervous and I hate it. I hate the way that no one else has ever managed to make me act the way you do. I mean, quite frankly it’s embarrassing how you make my brain just shut off every time I see you,” he starts, earning a soft laugh out of George as he watches now with fond eyes, “I hate the way that I can’t look at anything or anyone else if you’re in my line of sight. I hate the way that you can turn me into a blushing mess with just a few words. I hate the way I sit in bed at ungodly hours of the night, typing bands that my dad would listen to into the search bar just in hopes of impressing you. I hate the way that I smile like an absolute idiot the entire way back to my dorm after walking you to class every day. I hate the way that I can’t look at the stars at night anymore without wishing I was seeing them reflected in your eyes instead. But mostly, I hate the way that I absolutely love feeling like this.” Dream finishes, finally letting out a breath of relief.
He dares to let nervous eyes linger over his shoulder at the brunette, trying to gauge his reaction to the confession. His breath hitches in his throat and he has to fight back the tears that threaten to form at the sight in front of him.
Dream doesn’t think anyone has ever looked at him with that much love in their eyes before.
“Can I kiss you, please?” George breathes out, voice barely above a whisper and eyes still dripping in adoration where they lock with green ones.
Dream can’t even begin to form words, so he settles for a simple nod, eyes wide at the sudden forwardness of the smaller boy.
If time was already moving slower before, it comes to a jarring stop now. The world freezes and watches in wonder as careful lips meet for the first time, stars shining a little brighter from where they beam overhead.
Large, slightly trembling hands raise to delicately hold pale cheeks, as if they were holding the most precious thing in the universe. Smaller hands come to rest on the sides of the blonde’s shirt, gently gripping the fabric to pull even closer.
Dream desperately tries to engrave the feeling of George’s lips on his own in his memory, as if there won’t be plenty more of the feeling to come. Nerves turn into pure happiness as both boys fail to keep their smiles from interrupting the moment. They pull away only centimeters, foreheads resting together and eyes locked onto one another.
“God, George,” Dream whispers into their shared bliss, large grin still permanently resting on his face. George just replies through a light laugh before nudging his face into the crook of the taller’s neck and wrapping small arms around his shoulders. Dream immediately moves his arms to pull the boy as close to him as he can despite their awkward perch on the ledge. He plants a gentle kiss into dark hair before turning and resting his cheek on the boy’s head, one hand slowly moving up and down on his back. The two remain tightly in each other’s embrace for minutes or maybe hours, neither one cares to keep track of the time.
George is the first one to break the silence, still remaining in the same position tightly pressed against Dream. “Do you remember the first night we met, when you complimented my shirt?”
Dream crinkles his eyebrows in confusion before replying to the boy, “Of course I do, why?”
George slowly pulls back to look at his face, still keeping arms draped around his shoulders. “Kurt Cobain doesn’t sing Living on a Prayer, you idiot” he states, laughing at the instant embarrassment written on Dream’s face.
“ George ,” Dream whines, now tucking his own face into the brunette’s neck to hide the blush blooming across his cheeks. “Why would you just let me get away with that?” He laughs lightly, causing goosebumps to form where his breath meets George’s bare skin.
“I thought it was cute,” he laughs in reply, pulling the blonde’s face upwards with both of his hands, “My big himbo.” He teases, pinching Dream’s pink cheeks between two of his fingers.
“I am not a himbo,” he argues back, swatting away George’s hands gently and acting offended despite the smile forcing its way upon his face.
“Oh but you are” George says with a smile of his own, grabbing Dream’s hands that were previously swatting him away and interlacing them with his smaller ones.
“Whatever,” Dream grumbles in feigned annoyance before leaning forward to capture George’s lips with his own once more to stop his teasing.
They finally force themselves back to Dream’s dorm once he notices George start to shiver between his hands. George insists upon being carried on Dream’s back for the entire walk, though the taller boy doesn’t mind one bit as he melts over the way small fingers lightly twirl around blonde hair.
Luckily for Dream, Sapnap isn’t there by the time they finally make their way back into the dorm, giving him at least one night of peace before the relentless teasing ensues. He carefully bends down to let George release his grip and fall back onto the mattress before moving to find clothes for him to change into. A smirk overtakes his face as he spots a familiar shirt sitting on top of his clean pile of clothes.
“If I remember correctly, didn’t you make a threat towards me over this shirt,” Dream begins as he picks up the shirt and jokingly tosses it towards George’s face. The smaller boy grabs it before it hits his face and holds it up in front of him to read the front of it. He quickly puts his arms back down after the realization hits him in order to give Dream a smile that makes his knees go weak. George quickly scrambles off the bed and heads towards the bathroom to change, not before grabbing the pair of sweatpants that Dream is holding out towards him, guaranteed to be far too big.
Dream laughs to himself over the brunette’s enthusiasm and quickly changes into a new pair of clothes himself before pulling back his blankets and laying down, making space for George to join him, of course. The bathroom door slowly creaks open and Dream has to restrain himself from jumping out of bed and squeezing the life out of the smaller boy now drowning in his clothes. He especially has to tear his eyes away from the collar of the t-shirt dipping just below pale collarbones and nearing the edge of his shoulder. Forcing himself to remain in bed, he instead opens his arms as an invitation for the boy to crawl into him, which he happily does.
Dream feels completely and utterly full of love as he tucks the smaller frame under his chin and feels familiar arms loop around his middle. Warmness settles over both of them immediately and Dream smiles fondly as he already senses George’s breathing slowing down after just a few minutes, signaling him falling asleep safely in the larger boy’s arms.
Dream has absolutely no clue what he did right to deserve experiencing this level of comfort, especially with someone like George, but God is he glad he managed to do it.
Golden morning light travels through the cracks in half closed blinds, managing to hit Dream directly where his closed eyes rest. He groans lightly and turns his head at the annoyance of being woken up, but freezes when the realization of the new weight on his chest reaches his brain.
He carefully cracks open an eye and is met with the sight of messy brown hair obstructing his vision. Affection bubbles up in his throat as he carefully raises a hand to gently smooth down various tufts of hair sticking in every direction, careful to not wake the boy still sleeping on top of him. Soft breaths coming from inches away quickly become his second favorite sound in the world, rivaled only to George’s laugh after he says something stupid.
Green eyes fall shut again as he relishes in the feeling of loving, and being loved in return. He can’t help but recall how only yesterday he thought he would never get to experience anything like this with the boy he was now hugging close. How did this happen to me? He thinks while mindlessly tracing circles on the exposed skin of George’s lower back, a light smile forming on his lips.
How did we end up here?