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The moment they step into the hotel lobby, George is pulling on Dream's wrist and guiding him to his hotel room. Dream follows blindly without question, his heart racing as they walk quickly to avoid the crowds of people.
George flops down onto his bed the minute they enter his hotel room, leaving Dream to stand there almost awkwardly. George is still wearing the floral shirt he had worn on his stage appearance. It suits him Dream thinks, he has never seen George in a shirt like that before.
“You gonna sleep in your clothes?” Dream smiles.
Dream shrugs off his jersey that was over his hoodie and takes off his hat, his hair was a curly mess but it was just him and George. He suddenly feels extremely emotionally drained, but he wants to hang out with George for a little while, just them.
George shrugs, "Too tired," he murmurs.
“You’re gonna get that shirt all wrinkled.”
“Mhm. Do something about it, then,” George says bluntly, closing his eyes once again.
“What?” Dream exasperates jokingly, “what am I meant to do?”
“Figure it out dummy,” George fights off a small smile.
Dream's head spins, “um, you want me to take it off for you?”
George nods silently, opening his eyes as Dream approaches him on the bed. He takes Dream's hand and guides it to the first button, near the collar. Dream puts all his concentration on trying not to shake too much, not wanting to let George know how much this was affecting him. He takes his time with each button, his eyes flicking up each time. Then he feels George suck his breath in as his hands brush over his lower stomach, and it takes Dream a little longer to undo the last few buttons.
“There,” Dream barely chokes out.
“Mh, take it off,” George grumbles, cheeks reddening.
Dream tugs on his arm pulling him to a sitting position. He slides his hands under the collar and rests them there for a moment, George tilts his head up, his deep chocolate eyes peering up at Dream adoringly. “Go on,” George whispers, beckoning Dream to continue.
Dream's legs felt weak and fell onto the bed as he slowly began to drag the shirt off his shoulders, revealing his soft, milky skin. His hands lightly brush down his arms as he pulls the rest of the shirt down, leaving George's chest bare.
“Jeans too. Uncomfy,” George says in a small voice. Dream nervously nods, letting his hands fall to his waistband.
“You need to… um.”
“Oh, yeah,” George lifts himself up, letting Dream pull his jeans down. He tries to do it quickly so he doesn't get too distracted by the fact his hands were tracing down Georges' legs. Dream thinks he has really nice legs, he wouldn’t dare tell him that though.
George was now sitting in his blue checkered boxers, still staring up at Dream who is leaning in between his legs, folding his clothes. “I'm cold,” George blurts.
“Wow, I wonder why,” Dream rolls his eyes, but shrugs off his grey hoodie. “Here.”
“Put it on for me,” George huffs.
“You’re such a lazy bones,” Dream pretends to be annoyed, but proceeds to pull the hoodie over George's head. Dream loves that it was far too big on him, swallowing him up in his favourite hoodie. Dream smiles fondly, reaching up to pull the hood over George’s head, which fell over his eyes.
George wraps his hands around Dream's waist, he tugs slightly so that Dream falls down onto the bed with him.
“George,” Dream giggles, arms caging around George’s head. He could feel George’s laugh vibrate underneath him.
“Dream,” he teased.
A tentative hand grazes Dream’s face. Smoothing over his thick eyebrows, squeezing lightly on his nose, and running over his stubble. Then a thumb swipes over his lips slowly, before George slinks his arms around his neck, pulling them closer.
“George,” their hot breaths mixed together.
“Dream,” he mumbled before their lips lightly brushed together. They hovered there for a moment, “are you ever going to kiss me?”
“Idiot,” Dream mumbles against his lips, before finally connecting their lips properly, kissing him softly. George hums and kisses him back with more force, allowing Dream to give in. He cups George's face as he's tugged impossibly closer, their lips clashing together a little messily.
Dream feels like he is floating, his head spinning and unable to say anything coherent as their lips pull apart. He slips his hands under George’s hoodie, gripping his hips and feeling every breath beneath his hands.
“More,” George says breathily, running his hands along Dream's jaw, scratching his stubble lightly.
“So greedy,” Dream teased.
He begins to place small kisses all over George’s face. One on each of his cheeks. One on his forehead. One on his right ear, poking his tongue out which made George scrunch his face, he places a kiss where his eyebrows furrow together. He dipped down, peppering more down George’s neck and then his collarbone. Then, one on each of George’s hands before intertwining them together.
Their mouths hover over one another, and George finally gives in and connects their lips once again. It was slower this time like George was savouring every last second. His lips were just as soft as Dream had imagined they would be. They tasted like his cherry lip balm, which made Dream smile.
They roll to the side when they pull apart, Dream’s hands curling around George’s waist. “You know, I really wanted to come into your room last night, once I had calmed down from everything,” Dream admits.
After his first panel he felt so overwhelmed, he didn’t even know what made him cry so much. It wasn’t like he was sad, but it wasn’t just a happy cry. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before, this sudden realisation that everything around him was real and that this was his life. He was thankful for his mom, who was more understanding and calm than he thought she would be.
George bumps their noses together, “why didn’t you?”
“I had already done too many nerve-wracking things in one day, I think I might’ve died if you did this to me yesterday,” Dream smiles shyly.
“Nice to know I have that effect on you,” George smirks, looking proud of himself.
Then after a moment, “You’ve been doing so well, meeting people, being on stage,” George kisses the side of his mouth, “I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you,” he whispers. “I feel like a bit of a nervous wreck whenever I’m out there.”
“And here?”
“Here with you?” George nods, “I feel calm. Comforted.”
George then perks up, and clambers over Dream, “what are you doing?” His brows furrowed together.
“Comforting you more,” George wraps his arms around Dream from the back. Their legs slipped in between each other, entangling themselves together harmoniously.
“You’re like,” Dream grins, “spooning me.”
Dream was usually the one to initiate physical contact, George being ever so malleable under his touch, letting him attach himself to him like a koala. Now he’s laid in this hotel room, with George clutching around him, and holding him like he might slip away if he let go.
George blushes and Dream can feel the heat of his cheeks on his neck, “Shut up. I’m trying to make you feel better. How do you feel now?”
“Loved,” Dream’s voice was like melted butter, warm and soft.
“Loved,” George affirms like it was a fact. He rubs his nose along the nape of Dream’s neck, then places small, delicate kisses there.
Dream entangles his hand with the one that was draped over his waist, wanting to be as connected to George as much as possible without it being uncomfortable. Although, he knew it would never be enough.
“I feel like I’ve waited my whole life for this moment, this feeling it’s indescribable,” Dream mutters in disbelief.
George giggles and Dream can feel his chest vibrate against his own back. “You’re so sappy.”
“Oh come on,” Dream gasps. “That was like… the perfect moment to say something sappy.”
“I’m joking. I’m joking,” George laughs, holding him tighter. “It was cute. You’re the sweetest Dream.”
Dream’s heart felt like it could explode.