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"Uhh-" Dream looked around the room, counting all the people scattered in its every corner. "I'm not too sure we have enough guest beds for them to sleep in, George," He spoke, turning his head to the brunet.
"Someone can just like, take my bed or something. I've slept without a bed here already, one more night won't do me any harm." He shrugged, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"You can just- ugh, I don't know. You can sleep in my room. I'll just-" George snapped his head towards Dream. "-I'll just sleep on some kind of mattress. I don't know, I'll figure it out."
"Dream, I'm not gonna throw you out your bed because you want me to sleep in one. I'm not a guest here anymore like all of them, it's my home now too, you know? I can handle myself."
"No, but-"
"We'll figure it out, idiot, it's just one night."
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George was walking out of his bedroom. Freshly showered, changed into a stretched-out black t-shirt and loose shorts, he slipped past Sapnap and later - Sam, who thanked him for letting him sleep in his bed.
Dream saw him when he was pulling up an edge of a blanket he was holding so it didn't drag on the floor while he walked.
"George," Dream spoke up, George looking up at him quickly. "Just- come to my room?" He suggested with his brows knitted together and a soft stare.
"I'll be alright," George breathed out, stuffing the blanket in his arms. He didn't want to interrupt, but most of all, the thought of him taking this offer and sleeping in Dream's bed terrified him.
He's hung out in that room multiple times by now. Just the two of them engulfed in each other's presence; nothing really lasted past a bunch of shared yawns and suggestions of heading to sleep if they didn't want to be too tired the next day. It was never a question between them if they wanted to stay and sleep in the same room. Why would they want that if they can walk a few steps and sleep peacefully in the comfort of their own sheets and the quietness of their rooms?
Yet George didn't feel like he needed any more quietness than he experienced back in London. In his empty shell of a house that he loved oh so dearly because, in the end, it was soaked through with so many memories but wanted to burn down at the same time for making him feel so alone and far from everything he needed in life. He wanted warmth, wanted giggles and screams, sounds of games, TVs, blasting songs. He needed someone to roam around the house at 4 am, scaring him to death before he realizes it's just Sapnap taking a piss. He needed to know someone's close, needed to have Dream beside him after years of longing.
Dream needed the opposite and itched to find it in George. He needed the balance, the peace of mind the brunet was able to give to him, and then another day, for George to be so loud and chaotic that the blond wouldn't have any room in his brain to worry or be bummed about anything. Soft looks, quiet communication, brushing palms and shoulders, gentle nudges to his side and scrunches of their noses. But then also jumping in his room to cause pure destruction, cookouts that ended up with half the kitchen covered in a mix of ingredients they might've not even used in their recipes, begging to edit for him, to play with him, to watch dumb movies and hang out with friends.
Regardless of their pent-up needs and yearnings to stay with each other for as long as possible - Dream staring into the depths of the brunet's glittering eyes, George counting the faint freckles scattered around the younger's nose - both of them never got the courage to ask for the other to just stay.
Dream kept silent, looking over at the older boy. His hand reached for the handle on his bedroom door, and when he opened it, he gestured for George to walk inside without explaining.
Shaking his head with a smile, the brunet walked forward, trying to move past his friend, but was stopped unexpectedly with a careful touch to his side. He stiffened in the hold Dream kept him in, shifting from one leg to another carefully; his breaths turned shallow as if he was trying to hide the fact that any part of his body was moving at all.
"Come on." Dream's tone matched the softness of the squeeze George felt on his waist. He looked over into Dream's room, then to his friend's face. He tried to think about anything at all but nothing was able to form in his empty head, so he smiled with a huff and finally responded.
"You're actually an idiot," George laughed, and the blond pushed his shoulder gently, closing the door behind them. "And where do you even plan on sleeping, huh?"
"Floor," Dream stated, grabbing one of the pillows on his bed and throwing it down onto the carpeted ground.
"You can't be serious." Dream ignored the other. Instead, he grabbed a blanket and laid it out under the pillow. George walked over to him and grabbed his hand quickly; Dream trained his eyes onto the brunet's. "Just sleep in the bed with me, are you fucking stupid.." His voice toned down significantly.
". . .Okay," Dream almost whispered and nodded in response. He felt George's hand slip off his, realizing how much he wanted it to hold onto him for just a bit longer.
George wiggled his way under the comforter while Dream quickly put the blanket away once again and threw his pillow back onto the bed.
The room stayed silent, Dream shuffled around it with slightly tense shoulders; both kept their moves refrained, both had lumps in their throats and avoided looking into each other's eyes. Dream stood beside the bed and pulled on the hem of his hoodie, ready to take it off. George looked at what he was doing quickly.
"Are you- Can I?-" Dream asked, noticing George's gaze on him.
"Yeah, I don't . . I don't care, Dream," He huffed out, looking to the side. Dream laughed and tugged his hoodie off quickly.
"This is awfully domestic," The blond said, slipping under the bed covers. George cleared his throat and stayed near the edge of the bed.
"I guess so," The older answered. He faced away from Dream, legs curling in on himself, hands hiding under his pillow. He tried to close his eyes and relax into the softness of Dream's room. His smell was everywhere, spinning George's head unapologetically.
This felt different than hanging out in each other's rooms.
Both the outside and the house grew dark and quiet. No bird chirping, running TVs or games, no friendly banter. Both boys laid down under the same warm sheets in the same dim room, so close to each other that it scared them to death.
"You'll fall off if you don't come a bit closer. ." Dream whispered into the void, assuming George wasn't asleep yet. The older didn't move at first, debating whether he wanted to pretend to be asleep or not. After a second or two, he moved to his other side, facing where Dream laid. He propped his head up with his hand and looked at the blond, searching for something in his eyes.
"Is there something you want to tell me?" Dream spoke up with a broken tone. George only shook his head no in response. He layed his head back down on the pillow and moved closer to the middle, earning a quiet creak from the bed. Dream closed his eyes once again, trying to leave the tension between them completely unnoticed. George grabbed his phone and scrolled through Twitter mindlessly since he couldn't keep his eyes shut anyways.
Minutes passed, and Dream opened his eyes again to see the boy in front of him engulfed in the tiny screen of his phone.
"I offered you the bed so you could sleep, not sit on your phone like a kid," Dream spoke, and George perked up his head to look at the blond. Dream's stare was trained on the other, studying his face carefully like he hadn't seen it a million times before. George turned his phone off and put it down under his pillow.
"Sorry," The brunet whispered back a response, and with a forced smile, he faced away from Dream again, getting comfortable in the new position. He heard shuffling from behind him, finally feeling slight warmth against his back and a gentle weight on his hip. He felt short of breath, and his muscles tensed.
"Okay?" Dream asked, trailing his fingers slowly to George's waist. The brunet turned his head lightly through his shoulder to find a warm smile on the younger's face. Dream's hand ended up on his stomach for a brief second before he turned away.
"Yeah," George answered, letting himself get pressed against the blond's exposed torso.
His eyes stayed open while Dream pushed him around carefully to fit the two of them together. The curves of their legs found each other perfectly. Dream's hand steadily kept its touch right along George's hip and waist, his nose and lips buried in the dark of the older's hair, breathing in his clean scent. The boys matched each other like two perfect puzzle pieces.
No more words were passed between them that night, only soft and quiet breaths, Dream's chest moving against the other's back. George fell asleep shortly after a gentle kiss was placed on his head; he knew they'd talk about this in the morning, but right now, the sweet scent of Dream's room sent him calmly into dreamland.