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“I love you endlessly,” Dream mutters these words throughout the serene room. His arms were occupied by a small figure pressed again his chest.
The pieces of hair that stand tickling his face but Dream just pushes his face deeper into said hair.
“For eternal,” Dream loves writing poets and moments like this, glad he is to expand his knowledge and learn optimistic words that could describe his love for the man huddled on his chest.
The man he hugs tightly hums, his hands on his torso before now on his neck, Dream felt a soft peck when their position changed.
Dream felt his heart melt. Like candle wax. Dream gripped the waist of the man he loves tightly, bringing him closer, wishing they were one.
Chest to chest and he felt like the man is taking his breath away. He couldn't breathe and yet the man kept him striving. Living for the man he dearly loves.
Dream presses a kiss to the man’s forehead, softly caressing the man's skin when his hand slips under his shirt. Dream felt like he was ascending to heaven.
He loves to love. The way it changes him. It made him feel. Makes him feel so much he wishes he could go get another bag to carry all these feelings.
-
“Dream!”
George’s scream could be heard throughout the house. His shriek felt like a dinosaur living inside the house but Dream loves him whatsoever.
Dream hums in reply, looking up from his phone. There are no such things an iris turning into a heart shape eye but Dream is showing the definition of ‘love eyes’ at that moment. He feels sick in the head.
“Help me make eggs,” The man with a frown on his face face pleaded. George was pouting and the way his eyes looked like he was scowling like a cat at Dream makes it way harder for Dream to say no. He looked so adorable, how could Dream resist?
George’s hand was to his sides, flicking it up and down like a child whining. He rambles about how he ‘tried’ to make it multiple times and it failed every time he does it.
He goes on about how he's going to give up and not eat and proceeds to wail about how he's so hungry he hasn't eaten anything ‘today’.
Dream couldn't be more in love. He felt like nothing could be better than this, not even heaven itself.
Well, he's going to hell anyways.
Dream laughs and teases George with a “Fine, how could I let gogy starve?” and being George, he complains how Dream should stop treating him like a baby.
Although George likes to get treated like one, he wouldn't dare to admit it. Especially when he knows Dream is going to tease him for it.
While Dream cooks his ‘special’ egg mixed him chili and mayo, George lingers around him. Dream could feel the soft touches of George’s finger, tapping his shoulder, back, arms, and even his hip.
George would once in a while mumble “Hurry up slow poke,” every time Dream lets his egg sit to cook for a bit.
Dream would stroke his head and tell him to sit and wait but he continues to stand beside Dream. Dream is glad that actions speak louder than words.
After the eggs were done, Dream placed the plate of eggs on the counter, taking a seat beside George who was holding a fork in his right hand and a spoon in the other.
This guy acts so cutely without the intention to.
He knows George doesn't like sharing but once George cut a piece, Dream opens his mouth and taps George’s arm.
George stared him stared in the eyes and eat the piece of egg, chewing it loudly just to provoke Dream.
Dream laughs in surprise, disgusted but also in love with the man.
Dream pretends to be upset, whining, and pretend to weep just so George would feed him a piece.
George sighed and crave in, feeding Dream a piece of the egg while Dream hummed, giving a thumbs up to George while relishing and taking in the fact that George, who he loves genuinely and so much more fed him.
Dream felt childish to say this, but he felt so much better being fed by his love.
-
They were laying on the couch after dinner of steak and beans, a classic dish. George’s head was on Dream’s lap. George was playing with his phone while Dream fondles on a piece of the man’s hair. The hair curls softly and Dream would smile when he sees it lay still.
George hums a song and though he is out of tune, it sounds nice. There was the TV playing in the background but Dream's main sole focus was on the man on his lap. It was George’s idea to watch a movie but look at the outcome.
Every once in a while, he would look up and scolds himself for being so obvious. His eyes couldn't even gaze at the TV for ten seconds before he starts staring at the man he loves.
While he stares, George caught his eyes and raises his eyebrows in question and Dream instantly looked up.
He couldn't deny the fact that his ears were cherry red and it was hard to keep his composure.
He lost it and immediately melt when he felt the man on his lap put his head right on Dream’s stomach. George brushes his head on the shirt, pulling himself closer to Dream. Dream instinct was to hold George’s head and so he does.
Dream rubs the back of the man’s head, while George closes his eyes. He has never felt more in love than now.
Dream thinks he's exaggerating or just crazy in love because he said this every single soft moment he encounters with the man he loves oh so dearly.
“M’tired,” George mumbles, his whole body relaxing on Dream.
Dream replies with a hum, rubbing his head softly while his other hand pat George’s leg.
“Sleep, I will wake you up later,”
George obeys and shortly fell into the trance of sweet fantasies.
The sound in the background finally caught his attention. He perks up to the sound, a familiar sound he heard on TikTok.
“I will stand with you between the heaven and the earth, I will tell you where you are- do you love?”
If one day, George ever questions his love for him, he wouldn't be able to handle it. If all the things he does is not obvious enough the Dream loves him so much, he wouldn't know what else to do.
“I love you-”
Isn't this movie too dramatic? Dream felt something wet fall on his cheeks which he quickly wipes away.
He would do anything for someone he love. If it was to prove or to wait, he would do.
Dream felt a tad emotional after that sentence. The way the guys sound so desperate. He knew the feeling of craving.
To want someone he loves near him. To wish that the person he loves knows that he loves.
“-I have loved you desperately I cannot breathe when you are not near,”
Dream’s heart shattered. He felt the tears build up and fall and he quickly wipes it away, laughing at himself.
Why is he crying over a super dramatic scene?
He felt the shame creep. It may be that he was feeling down or it just hit him so much that Dream felt like crying.
He now hopes, really hopes George knows he loves him so much.
Dream covers his face as more tears start to fall. He felt silly for crying. He didn't like crying after all. He hates crying but the scene was too sad he couldn't just not cry.
A person must be a sadist for not crying.
Dream felt himself being embraced, soft hands pat his back while being shushed. He looked up to see George hugging him, patting him, and telling ‘It's okay,’ to him.
Dream felt more ashamed. He was just crying over a scene and George probably thinks he's depressed or something.
But Dream just cries harder. He felt like a baby being taken care of.
George rubs the back of his head and softly said, “Why are you crying?”
And Dream hiccups.
“I-” he hiccups again and he could feel the red climbing up from his neck to his face.
His face was red enough from crying, he didn't want to look like a real-life tomato.
“The movie was just sad, I was just tearing up, not crying,” Dream tries to explain but George just pulls him tighter to his embrace.
He could hear George’s soft laugh, “You are so silly,” A soft mutter Dream heard and Dream wanted to sprint away right at that moment.
Dream wrapped his arms around George, putting his head right on George’s neck. They were in a weird position with George facing his body to the right to hug Dream while Dream makes himself shorter to put his head on the other’s neck.
Still, it felt nice. He felt at home.
-
George decided to swim. It was blaring hot and heatwave wasnt helping. The AC in the house was turned up to the coldest and he could still feel the heat.
The pool was nice and it cools the heat in his body. As George swims, Dream was inside looking at him with patches on the ground circling him.
“What the fuck is he doing?” Dream laughed in surprise as he look at George singing loudly, raising his hand to splash the water around him.
George spins and dives into the water, making a ‘plah’ sound as he sweeps the hair stuck on his face away.
He could hear steps coming toward him and he spun toward the sound. Dream sat on the edge of the pool, putting his feet inside.
George did a small splash toward Dream and he receive a bigger one. “Is it nice?” Dream asked, felling the water of the pool.
“No,” George replied, swimming far away from Dream. “It's not nice, don't come in,” he shouted, diving into the water.
Dream smiled, shaking his head.
Dream started to strip which attracted George’s attention. “What are you doing? I told you not to come in,” George rushed towards him, using water as his weapon to shoo Dream away.
Dream didn't listen and continued to strip which frustrate George. As soon as he was done, George pulled his arms which caused Dream to fall.
“What the hell?” Dream cried out as he dove out of the water, soaking wet. George just giggled and it was hard for Dream to get mad at him.
He looked so cute and pretty in the water and the wet hair makes Dream gawk like an eagle.
After a bit of racing and splashing, George was tired. He swam to a corner to lean. He decided that he would stay in the water for a bit then go out.
Dream saw him, resting his eyes and taking in the sunlight. He looked majestic. He is majestic.
He swam to the man he love, gazing at him closely. He stood- well float beside George who opened an eye to look at the person beside him.
Dream smiled. George closed his eyes and let out a sigh, moving closer to later, hoping he wouldn't mind the distance.
He didn't hear any disapproval so relaxed his tense body. He wasn't aware of the stare he was getting from the man beside him, too busy taking in the sun.
Dream stared at George for a bit, he thinks but it was longer than a ‘bit.’
He stares at the curve of the man’s jaw, the sharp nose, his strawberry red cheeks, his dark hair sticking on his forehead, and his lip.
Dream wondered how it felt. It must be soft. It was a shade of pink peaches, the cause of swimming for too long but he still wonders how it would feel.
If he could just touch it, feel it, he doesn't- won't know what would happen.
Would George flinch away in disgust? Or would George let him take it further?
He didn't realize his hand had a mind of its own and decided to touch the man’s lip. It was a light touch, light enough he would think a wind did it.
Before he could retract his hand back, George opened his eyes, an apparent shock plastered on his face. Dream took his hand away quickly, eyes still trained on George.
It was a moment of silence, the background too froze. Dream felt his body turn ice cold, and his mind wanders far away.
Did he make a mistake?
But before his mind takes a turn, he felt a hand touch his shoulder and his eyes immediately look at the hand.
Their distance closed as George took a step forward. His eyes were everywhere, George’s eye to George’s lip.
When the distance became none, his eyes instinctively closes. He felt the soft peaches of lips he imagined earlier.
It was soft as he imagined. It felt good too. He felt good, flustered, amazed, and shocked at the same time.
When they part, George didn't let Dream’s face far. Their nose touching, George giggled softer than the last.
Dream was still in a state of shock while George said three words and only three.
“You’re an idiot.”