Cold

chapter fourteen

I want to ruin our friendship...

George waited for the freezing breeze, the wet snow, white all around him, but it didn't happen. He opened his eyes to see a bright blue sky above him, not a singular cloud in sight. There was barely any wind, just enough to make the trees around move ever so slightly.

George felt warmth on his back, a soft grain. Sand. He was on a beach. What had happened to his other dream? This was the complete opposite. There seemed to be no one on the beach, no small children playing, or adults listening to music. It was silent.

"You're here." said a voice from down the beach. Dream's voice. Dream was here.

George sat up and there stood Dream just a few feet away at the waters edge. Dream had his back to George, looking out towards the calm ocean. Only a few ripples breaking the water's smooth surface.

"Dream, Wha-where-" George began.

Dream cut him off. "It's just us George..."

"Well, yeah but-" George paused. Dream allowed the towel once wrapped around him to slip down his body, as if in slow motion, to reveal his bare structure. After a short moment Dream slowly began walking into the calm water.

Once at waist height, he turned around and called back to George. "Are you coming?"

Suddenly George's heart began to beat twice as fast. He wasn't sure whether or not to also strip down. George stood up slowly, deciding to keep on his swim shorts. He walked to the waters edge, stood right next to Dream's towel. George took a deep breath and took his first step into the incredibly warm water.

He moved just as slowly as Dream had, barely leaving any vents in the still water. The sand underneath his feet was soft, it felt nice against his skin. George hadn't realized how much further Dream had gone out, his whole body up to his collar bone had disappeared.

George kept walking, trying to calm himself on the way, relax the beating in his chest. By the time he reached Dream, Dream had turned around again, looking back over the water. George stood barely an inch away, doing the same as Dream.

Dream turned towards George. He leaned in to touch his lips with George's. It was another quick kiss, but the feeling of Dream kissing him was magical.

George opened his eyes just in time to see Dream disappear underneath the water. George took the moment to himself to learn how to breath properly again. It didn't last more than a second though, because below the water George could feel a pair of hands on either side of his waist.

George froze as his pants were pulled down past his knees to his feet, then floating up to the top of the water. He pushed them away behind him as Dream came up from the water. George could no longer hide how he felt, and he was embarrassed Dream saw him turned on, until he noticed Dream was too.

Dream put one hand on George's neck and placed him lips on George's. It was a soft gentle kiss, which George tried to contain. Dream made his way to George's ear.

"You're safe..." he whispered.

George held his breath, not on purpose. Dream moved his head down to the other side of George's neck and touched his lips down. George closed his eyes and leaned his head back ever so slightly. His very own hands made their way to Dream's wet hair.

He knew what would happen next if the dream lasted much longer. George took over, without even thinking. He grabbed Dream's face in his hands and kissed with more passion. in this very moment, he wanted Dream so badly. Dream went along with it, kissing back rougher than before, as if George was suddenly not so fragile. George moved his hand down Dream's back, lifting him up off the sand.