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George stood beside the kitchen table, pouring himself a bowl of cereal, when he felt a warm breath on his neck, getting his hair there to stand up. A pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist from the back, engulfing him with a familiar feeling of comfort.
"Georgee," Dream spoke, barely audible because of him nuzzling his face into the brunette's shoulder.
"Yeah, babe?" Dream pressed his lips against George's neck and kissed it softly.
They became official only recently, so cute pet names still stir in Dream's head every time he hears them; makes him giggle when he remembered the moments, crazy for more, but he doesn't hear them quite as often as he thought he might.
George turned around slowly and faced the blonde, forcing him to pull his head up and straighten himself.
"What's up?" George spoke again.
"Nothing, actually. I just felt like being touchy." Dream said, chuckling, and George shook his head playfully. The blonde placed a soft kiss on George's cheek before the brunette turned back around fully to finish making his food.
"Could you come by my room after u finish eating?" Dream asked suddenly.
"Yeah, why?" George questioned.
"Nothing really, just come there." The blonde answered, and George felt the pleasant warmth and a clean-laundry scent unwrap from around his body as the other boy left the kitchen quietly.
Without much thought, he finished the bowl of cereal and headed to the other's room.
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Tapping on the door softly, George heard a faint 'come in' so he opened the door and stepped inside.
"What was it that you wanted?" George asked, closing the door behind him. Dream spun around to face his boyfriend and held his arms out for a hug. George stepped closer to him and slowly straddled his lap, getting as comfortable as he could on a chair meant for no more than one person. Dream wrapped his forearms tightly around the other's waist. "Why, what's happening to you?"
"You're happening," Dream spoke with a hue of uncertainty.
"What's that supposed to mean, Dream." George knitted his brows together and frowned, confused by the blonde's words, itching for an explanation.
"You always need a reason for me to want to be close to you, George. Like I can't just want to hug you and hold you simply because." Dream looked up and found the older's eyes with his.
"Dream, you know how I am." George dropped his stare while speaking. With tense shoulders, and a lump in his throat, the brunette started to feel faint because of the direction this conversation was going in. He'd stupidly and selfishly thought Dream wouldn't bring it up, wouldn't notice or care, wouldn't question his ways, would let him go through with his passive act. But of course, he's found himself an extremely caring boy who voiced his feelings so much George could almost feel all of today's meals come up to his throat from the uneasiness of talking about feelings.
They locked eyes, the brunette moving their head to look to the side quickly. "Come on." Dream spoke and put his hand on George's cheek, guiding his head back to where it was, keeping eye contact yet again.
"You can't expect me to keep guessing. I can't always keep searching your eyes for what you want or don't want. I know you're not good with words or affection sometimes, but you're making this unfair on me, George."
Of course he is. The older knew about it, and hearing it come out of his boyfriend's mouth felt like a punch in the face. He felt his bones weaken and break under the harsh realization of how much he lacks and can't give to the blonde. He didn't want the other to feel like this; in fact, he thought he was hiding his lack of experience well, letting Dream jump around him with excitement like he always had without any notice of how George is feeling. Turns out this wasn't the case; Dream was not just a boy with the excitement of a puppy who just got offered a treat; he also had a nose for problems and tense moments and a deep yearning to fix them as quickly as possible.
"I get that it's hard for you to do something yourself, George. I'm not cruel and I won't force you to do anything, but sometimes . . ." Dream paused as if to think if the words he's about to speak are the right choice. ". . . sometimes it feels like you don't even want what I'm giving from myself."
"It's not-" George's voice broke, making him cough slightly before gaining back as much composure as he could. "Dream, it's never been like that. I've never had someone- like you.. in my life. I feel like one wrong move and-" He put his trembling hands on the blonde's shoulders. "-it'll all shatter under my touch in the least expected moment." He squeezed Dream's arms in an attempt to ground himself.
The younger's expression softened.
"I don't want you to be mad at me; I'm not trying to make you feel like this, I promise."
"I know, George."
"We've been best friends for so long, but now I'm here, and now we're together." George breathed. "I just don't know what I'm supposed to do with myself now that I have you so close. Honestly, no one's ever made me feel as good and fucking confused as you do, Dream . . ." He sighed and closed his eyes while Dream's steady hold on his cheek helped hold up the weight of his head.
"I'm here to help; you just have to stop beating around the bush with everything." The blonde made them swiftly stand up from his gaming chair and stood before the shorter boy. "Look." Dream placed his hands slowly and gently on George's sculpted waist. The brunette looked down at them as if to admire how nicely they fit in the groves of his body. "Now, put your hands around my neck." George shot his head up and looked into Dream's eyes. He agreed with a quiet nod before raising himself slightly on his tippy-toes and wrapping his arms around the other boy. "You're doing amazing." The younger spoke softly, and George's cheeks splashed with lively color. "What do you feel like doing now?"
"Want to kiss you." George's tone was almost soft-spoken.
"I'm waiting," Dream answered, getting George to pull them closer together and connect their lips to a loving kiss. The brunette's heart bloomed with warmth, and Dream's stomach fluttered with butterflies. This may not be how they usually acted, but George felt like he'd finally done something right. Dream squeezed them closer together, and George deepened the already fulfilling kiss.
"Love you-" George muttered between their dancing lips before pulling back entirely. "Fuck- I love you."
"I love you too, George. You're never alone, remember that." George could only nod, biting his lip gently to ground himself. "Lucky you found someone patient, aren't you." The blonde chuckled, bumping their foreheads together and softly kissing the other's nose.
"I swear you're like- the dream boyfriend." The blonde laughed at George's unintended pun. "Idiot." George laughed back.