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it’s nearly 2am when george’s plane lands on floridan grounds.
the bahamas were great, but george doesn’t think he could be any more grateful that he’s finally home after weeks of traveling.
between flying up to north carolina to record banter with karl and sapnap, to going all the way to LA, and then flying down to the bahamas, george felt completely and utterly drained, especially since he went the whole time without the presence of the one person that could recharge his battery within minutes.
he missed dream. although they had been apart a handful of times since george first arrived in florida, it had never been for this long. and now that they were officially together, it’s safe to say that these past few weeks apart have been difficult ones.
so yes, he was glad to be back in florida, less than an hour away from getting to see his beautiful boyfriend face to face for the first time in weeks.
he finally gets through the airport after what feels like forever, stepping outside to where sapnap said he was waiting for him. cool, humid air hits his face, and george swears he hears angels sing.
man, it is good to be home.
he finds sapnap’s car after a quick scan over the surrounding vehicles. he walks over and places his bags in the trunk, which had lifted upon his approach. when he rounds the car and slouches into the passenger’s seat with a sigh, sapnap grins at him.
“long flight?”
george doesn’t reply, which is enough of an answer. he lazily puts his seatbelt on, telling sapnap to “drive already.” he laughs.
“okay, passenger princess.”
the ride home is silent for the most part, save for the time when george asked where everyone was.
“dream’s sleeping,” sapnap replied. “hannah and sylvee would’ve come, but they were too tired after their streams. the others wanted to chill at home.”
george just responded with a hum, and after that, it was back to peaceful quietness.
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they arrive at home in no time. when george opens the door, he’s greeted with a meowing patches, who runs up to him as if to say, “george! you’re home!”
“patchington,” he mumbles fondly, crouching down to pet her back. “you missed me so much, didn’t you?”
“she actually did, dude,” sapnap says from behind him as he closes the door. “she kept sitting outside your door meowing her ass off. it was fucking annoying.”
george laughs, standing up straight again. he gives sapnap a look, one that says thanks for picking me up and i’m going to bed now, all at once. sapnap nods, giving him a pat on the shoulder before turning to walk up the stairs and retire to his own room.
george stands still for a moment, then he sighs. he glances down at the cat still peering up at him expectantly as she brushes against his legs. he gives her a few more pets (and some chin scratches) before rising, grabbing his bags, and trudging up the stairs. patches follows him.
the door to his and dream’s room is closed once he reaches it, just like he figured it would be. when he quietly opens it and peeks his head in, it’s completely dark, save for the dim sliver of light shining in from their ensuite, the source coming from a night lamp they decided to put in for late night bathroom runs, knowing that the regular overhead lights would be way too overbearing for drowsy eyes during ungodly hours.
george noiselessly tiptoes into the room, letting his eyes adjust to the scarce lighting. patches scurries in before he shuts the door, jumping up onto the bed and settling at the foot of it. she yawns widely, then watches george as he shuffles to the ensuite.
he brushes his teeth quickly, rinsing away the dry taste that comes with being on a plane for hours. he also goes into their shared closet, changing into a fresh pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. he would hate himself if he went to bed wearing the ones he wore during the dreadful hours he spent in the airport.
finally, he goes back into the bedroom. he looks at where dream’s body lies cozily in their shared bed, the covers tucked up to his chest and his arms hugging a pillow close to himself, taking the place of where george would normally be. he silently wonders if dream had done that the whole time he was gone. his heart aches at the thought.
he rounds the bed, leaning down to get a closer look at his boyfriend. his face is relaxed, his eyes are closed, and he’s breathing in a way that tells george that he’s in a deep sleep. his bottom lip is slightly pushed out in a pout-like manner, and george finds it painstakingly adorable. he almost doesn’t want to wake him. almost.
he reaches a hand out to brush dream’s hair back, giving him a soft kiss on his forehead. dream inhales deeply, and before george knows it, sleepy green eyes are fluttering open to peer up at him. he smiles softly at the tired boy, whose lips also curl up in return.
“hi,” dream says, his voice gravelly with sleep. god, george missed that voice.
“hey,” he replies quietly, crouching down so that he’s standing on his knees next to the bed, his eyes level with dream’s. he brushes his thumb back and forth against the blonde’s cheekbone, to which he sighs and closes his eyes. all is quiet for a moment.
“come here,” dream says, discarding the pillow he was holding so he could offer his arms to george instead. he accepts the invitation immediately, pressing his body close to the taller’s and burying his face in his neck. he places gentle kiss there.
“missed you,” george mumbles, pulling dream closer to him, if that were physically possible with how close they already were. “missed this.”
the blonde just hums, kissing george’s temple. a hand comes up to rest in brunette waves, putting him at ease. “missed you too.”
george lifts his head to look at dream, giving him a sweet smile before pressing soft lips against his own. dream melts into it, wrapping his arms even tighter around george’s waist.
“how was your vacation?” dream asks once they pull away.
“it was good,” george shrugs, pecking dream again. “would’ve been better if you were there, too.”
“wish i could’ve gone,” dream sighs, nuzzling his cheek against george’s. “i bet the bahamas are beautiful.”
“it was alright. would’ve been better with you. it felt kinda boring on my own.”
george can feel the way dream smiles due to how they’re pressed together, the way he leans down to kiss his jaw.
“you’re cute,” dream says, making the brunette scoff.
“whatever, idiot. go back to sleep.”
“no,” he retaliates, smacking a wet one right on george’s temple, just because he knows it’ll annoy him.
“ew, dream!”
the blonde giggles, continuing his attack on his boyfriend’s face. george tries to protest and squirm away, but he ultimately accepts his fate when dream just holds him tighter to his body, seemingly making sure to kiss everywhere but his lips.
“okay- dream,” george laughs, clearly flustered from his boyfriend’s continued actions. the blonde hums in question.
“stop, idiot. oh my god.” don’t stop.
“can’t help it,” dream speaks with his lips still pressed against the apple of george’s cheekbone. “missed your face too much.”
george rolls his eyes, flushed all the way from the nape of his neck up to the tips of his ears. “whatever, you’re stupid. kiss me properly.”
“properly?” dream asks in faux confusion. “i’m not sure what you mean, baby.”
george sighs, taking dream’s bait. “like this, idiot.” and just like that, george is cradling his jaw, bringing him up until their lips are locked again, and george can feel the way dream smiles against him in satisfaction. although he’s annoyed by dream’s victory, it still feels like home more than anything else.
they pull away after a few long seconds, looking at each other with nothing but love in their eyes. even in the dark, george can see how incredibly dilated dream’s pupils are, and it makes him crumble.
“i love you,” he whispers like a secret, and he can see the way dream physically softens. his face lights up, and he smiles at george as if he hung all the stars and painted every rainbow in the sky.
“i love you, george,” he says just as quietly after a pause of silence, not wanting to break the moment. they continue to stare into each other until george thinks he’ll break down right in front of him. to save himself from that embarrassment, he hides his face in dream’s neck, praying that he can’t feel how incredibly hot his cheeks are.
“you’re adorable,” dream says in that soft tone reserved only for his boyfriend, squeezing his waist as he turns onto his back, moving until george is practically laying on top of him.
“sleep?” he asks, earning a hum from the brunette, who brings his arms up to rest his hands in dream’s hair. george found that playing with the soft curls was comforting to him, putting him at ease faster than anything else. ever since he had found that out, he played with dream’s hair every single night until he fell asleep. it benefited the both of them.
“goodnight, george,” dream says, pressing a final kiss to the crown of george’s head, his hands rubbing up and down george’s back.
“goodnight, dream.”
they fall asleep together, their heartbeats synced and their breaths flowing smoothly like a gentle stream of water.
home at last.