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The sun rises and the sun falls in the outskirts of Orlando. It’s a miraculous sort of thing. The sun went a little slower in the time before George’s arrival, but now it’s greedy. The sun takes up all of their time. he blinks. and suddenly four days have passed. And they’re still all together.
when the sun falls, in the outskirts of orlando, on day four, george is in dream’s bed.
It’s their nightly contact therapy, an ode to every night before where they didn’t have the option to lay together, hug, brush hands, kiss foreheads, or even be in the same vicinity of each other. Every night, when the sun falls and their busy days of wearing dog collars at walmart and stealing road signs is over, Dream and George resort to the bed together. So far, only Dream’s bed. But there’s no doubt they’ll switch between the two when George’s room is actually set up.
“this tweet says that george’s bedroom is fake- like that you won’t even use it,” sapnap laughed and slid his phone across the kitchen counter.
“what?!” dream picked it up and started laughing too, “that’s dumb. obviously that’s his room.”
george had patches cradled in his arms, out like a light. they had been sitting in the kitchen for a few hours now, just talking and recharging after the stress of the vlog going out. george stayed as still as possible on the barstool to ensure he wouldn’t wake up patches. she had already taken a good liking to george and, according to dream, liked him more already than she did sapnap at the same time.
“no it’s true, actually. my room is fake, i’ll just stay in your room forever, dream.”
“no you won’t,” the half-lie spilled from dream’s mouth, “even if you did you would still want your own room. for when- like- you get mad at me or something. or when you love me way too much to even be in the same room.”
and maybe the latter would be true.
George lays half on top of Dream with their legs tangled into an endless connection point. His palm lays flat on Dream’s bare chest and his head rests right under his chin, just close enough for kisses on the top of his head.
George grounds himself through soft touches and small moments of eye contact; gentle words whispered into his hair. It’s too easy to give into his doubt and to give into the idea that this could disappear from his fingertips.
“I keep getting this feeling,” George mutters out. He can’t see Dream’s face from the position of his head, but he hopes he’s not asleep yet, “Like I’m being pranked right now.”
Dream shifts under his touch and allows his fingers to sneak under George’s shirt. They drag like matches up George’s back and rub underneath his shoulder blade. “Yeah?” Dream replies and instinctively kisses the top of his head. It’s his favorite spot, for laying down together and it’s the natural position for their hugs. “What do you mean?”
George groans internally. he doesn’t just get it? He shrugs. “Dunno.”
Dream gives a space for him to continue, and eventually he does.
“It’s going too well, here.” George backtracks, “Which obviously is epic. It’s just weird that it’s actually happening, I was waiting so long I started thinking it would never happen. But you’re here, and Sapnap’s here. It feels like I’m not in on a joke where you aren’t Dream or something,” George rambles out his words and tacks onto the end, “I didn’t even know what you looked like 2 weeks ago and now we’re in bed together.”
Dream’s hand moves to the small of his back like it’s normal and he traces shapes into the cool skin there. “If I was a fake-prank Dream I would’ve made myself way cooler. Like maybe made you think I was hiding that I could play piano or something.”
They both laugh together.
he knows he would never have to be able to do that
“I get what you mean,” Dream’s tone turns serious after a moment of aching silence, “I keep feeling like this is another dream. I’ll wake up and it’s like you disappeared. But you won’t. This is real and you’re real and I’m real and-” Dream flattens his hand and rubs circles, “ This is real.”
George lifts his head and turns to meet eyes with Dream.
“this is so weird,” george spoke without thinking much to his words. he was rather focused instead on his best friend’s face on the screen in front of him and an acute awareness of the camera recording him.
there was no reason to be so nervous of what he said, he was the protector of the footage and would be choosing what was actually put into the video. but there was a looming presence over the call that was the knowledge this would be shown to the fans, in a roundabout way.
dream’s eyes were bigger than he expected. they were wide and crazy and shown off every time dream leaned forward to his phone.
Dream’s eyes look softer now, it’s almost too intimate the way he looks at George. Squinted a little and an expression of a beautiful emotion that George never wants to lose sight of. He fights the urge to run a thumb underneath Dream’s eye bags. and then, he does it anyway.
“What was that for?” Dream chuckles and leans into the touch where George’s thumb paused, pressed against the apple of his left cheek.
heart aches with a fullness of being so alive
“You had dreams about me?” George asks with a raised eyebrow and a pointed look. He feels the heat cause a blush on Dream’s skin through his thumb; when he lifts it, there’s a fainter spot of paleness before the color rushes to fill the gap.
Dream hums, “Yeah. A lot the past few months,” his hand stills on George’s back, “Always dreamed we were like this and then I would wake up and you weren’t here. I think I was worried it wouldn’t happen either.”
“I’m here now,” George whispers.
Dream smiles and gives a promising nod. For a moment it's like this, they smile together. The room encompasses them into a net of safety with Patches at the foot of the bed, not daring to leak any words spoken between the sheets.
It’s quiet in the room aside from the buzz of air conditioning. an unbreakable peace. touched between fingertips.
George places his thumb on Dream’s chin and drags it upwards to his bottom lip. The motion brings a pouting look, George’s opposite hand, still on Dream’s chest, feels his heart start racing. He nods gently to George’s unspoken question.
giving into the pleasantries of simply studying your face
not so sneakily admiring the freckle on your neck, it looks just like mine
how you get nervous around me, but there’s never a need
how your eyes give all of your emotions away. with the blush on your cheeks i wish i could see so vividly
i would give away every other color to see the pink up to your eyelashes
Sheets flip and wrinkle beneath and around them. Dream sits up further with his back pressed against his headboard. His chest invites George. a go to create a canvas. George sits on Dream’s lap.
Dream is the one to initiate their kiss.
their first kiss had been on the second sunset.
they had premiered george’s vlog way later than he had intended. george was already stressed from how long he spent editing and decided he would go early to bed. only he couldn’t sleep and ended up in dream’s doorway close to 4 am. the overhead light was on and perpetrator was messing with snapchat filters, very giddy at the prospect of posting more and more selfies to come
the cutest boy in the world
george joined him on the bed without much thought, and the two began kissing without much thought. dream kissed him first and from there george kissed back.
and george couldn’t hold himself back from everything he’s wanted and couldn’t have. he held dream’s hair and bit his neck and took his shirt off.
and he’s kissed him a lot since then.
Dream’s hands shake as he kisses George. He gestures a lot when asking if he can take his shirt off, and when he does his face goes much darker with blush and a nervous grin. When he kisses George’s collarbones, he stays still for a second too long to appreciate the moment.
Every motion is gentle, every kiss is a reassurance. Every breath is intentional in these moments alone. And when they both get a little overwhelmed with their emotions, they slip comfortably back into their previous positions.
Dream’s fingers play into the short length of George’s hair and George’s nails lightly scratch Dream’s exposed hip.
“I keep rewatching the vlog- or like my footage from our first facetime,” George says after a long pause of settling. “I wish I had recorded my phone so I could watch you in it again. You were being such an idiot.”
Dream giggles and kisses George’s head again, “That’s my favorite part. You were- like- all blushing and nervous because of me. It was hot, George,” he teases.
hot
“Yeah I am hot. That’s why you can’t stop making out with me,” George rolls his eyes.
“Mnh,” Dream hums in response back, “Maybe. And you think I’m even hotter. You’re like kissing me back and screenshotting my snapchat stories.”
George hides his face in Dream’s neck, “Shut up. Idiot. I’m going to sleep actually.”
“Goodnight, George.” i love you. i love you so much. so much i could never find words. i hope you know.
He brings his opposite hand up to slot fingers through his curls. When he finds a ringlet, he stops and twirls it around his finger. He stays like that and muffles a yawn onto Dream’s shoulder.
The sun falls in the outskirts of Orlando. The sun falls so far it begins its journey back upward. When the sun rises in the outskirts of Orlando, the boys are peacefully asleep.
Time stays frozen around them, forgotten to any mind or attention.