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Dream was never going to get tired of dating George.
Currently, they were curled up in bed with one another. George was lying on top of him. Dream had one of his hands rubbing up and down George’s sides, fingers settling in the dips between each rib. Dream was reading a book with his other hand, the book itself was settled on George’s back between his shoulders. Hand slipping up George’s side, he started to rub in the small of George’s back. His boyfriend was watching videos on his phone, head turned to the side with one earbud in his right ear and his other hand tucked under Dream’s back. He hummed softly, exhaled when Dream managed to find a knot in his back. Bending his head forwards, Dream kissed George’s hair, nose buried in strands of dark brown. Exhaling, he closed his eyes for a moment. Then, he went back to reading his book, nose still buried in George’s hair. He smelled nice, like the strawberry shampoo that he had been buying lately.
George turned his phone off. He pulled his earbud out, then exhaled softly and set it and his phone to the side. Then, he wrapped his other arm around Dream, tucked his hand under Dream’s back. Then, he exhaled again. Shuffled a little bit. Humming, Dream looked down at him.
“Hey.” He murmured. Then, he gently rubbed a hand against George’s ribs. There was another hum from George, and Dream smiled at him. Then, softly, he continued, “Hey, so…I have something for you.”
“Is it food?”
“No.” George raised his head. Looked at him in confusion. Reaching behind the nearby pillows, Dream pulled out a little vacuum-sealed plastic bag. Then, he handed it over to George. Or, he tried to. What actually happened was he accidentally slapped George in the face with it. Blinking, George reeled back. Dream immediately started checking him over, apologizing and trying to kiss it better. Snickering, George gently shoved him away but still accepted the kisses. They both sat up, George cracked his back and yawned. Then, Dream handed over the bag. “What is this?”
“It’s a squishmallow cat. Or, well, an off-brand version I found on Amazon. I think you might be able to use it as a pillow?” Squishing it, George looked at him. Laughing, Dream used his fingers to pull apart the plastic. “Well, you have to open it first.”
“I know that. Thank you.” George leaned in, kissed his cheek. They both sat cross-legged on the bed as George pulled out a very, very flat black cat plush. Face cracking into a smile, teeth flashing as he tried to hold back a laugh, George turned it over in his hands. “Oh my gosh. It’s so flat. It’s—” He cut off with a laugh. Then, he started trying to fluff it up like a pillow. Tossing it in his hands, he snickered softly. “Oh my gosh. It looks so stupid. I love it.” Leaning in, he kissed Dream on the mouth.
Dream fell over from shock, because of course he did.