Flame Between a Rose (dnf)

Crazy Man

The nickname really caught Dream off guard, but not as much as the question.

Giggles erupted from George. "You-" he held onto his stomach, "you should have seen the look on your face!" George was laying on the couch, his feet resting on Dream's lap.

The blond rolled his eyes, continuing to watch whatever was on tv, trying to hide his bright red cheeks. "Oh, shut up," he started, "that was so five minutes ago."

Dream choked on a strawberry when those words came out of his crush's mouth. 'Where had the sudden confidence come from?' were his exact thoughts.

There was something different about George. In the past days, he was always having some "bold" moments.

Dream would do his usual flirty comments and George would return some back. He was never the type to do that. George was still a shy man, but not as shy as before.

"I'm bored!" The brunet sat up and leaned on Dream's shoulder. His hair was still a mess from taking a shower, not bothering to brush it out. "I've taken you out to a few places already," Dream sighed as he brought his hands into George's hair, "aren't you tired?"

His hair was softer than expected. It was still wet, but that didn't stop him from playing with it. "Nope," his crush's scalp was stripped from him as he stood up, "so you're going to take me to another place."

Multiple cracks were heard as Dream stood up to stretch. "Fine," he looked down at the older boy and smiled, "go get ready while I shower." George pinched his nose and waved his hand in a fan motion. "Good, you need it."

He gave the brunet a small push before he took a step foward, "Fuck you." He ran upstairs before George could do anything back.

Dream brought a pair of clothes with him to the bathroom. He turned the shower on to his desired temperature and threw off his clothes. Dream closed his eyes as he stepped in, allowing the water to beat over his head. About ten minutes pass when there's a familiar laughter coming from downstairs. And it wasn't George's.

Shutting off the shower, Dream quickly dried his body with his towel and put on his outfit for the day. He listened closely through the door before he finally opened it, releasing the steam from the stuffed bathroom.

The two voices got closer and closer as he walked down. George was awkwardly sitting next to a taller man. Dream's eyes met the brunet's wide ones. George's eyes told him that he was extremely glad to see him.

"Hey Clay," Lucas got up to hug Dream, "how have you been? It's been quite a while." Dream didn't hug him back, but he did give him a small pat on the back. "I've been good." He sat down in between both men, watching the shorter one snuggle closer.

"I was talking to your friend here," he looked over to the brit, "George, right?" George nodded and turned his attention to the cat in his lap. "Anyway," Lucas sighed, "I've noticed that you have been ignoring my messages. Did I do something wrong?" His once joyful eyes were now gloomy.

The man looked like a lost puppy looking for its owner. He had his hand on Dream's knee. "No, you did nothing wrong," Dream turned his body to face Lucas, "I do have a request though." His eyes moved down to the uncomfortable boy who was now sitting down on the floor with his cat.

Although he did find Lucas attractive, Dream had no real feelings for him. Yes, they did have sex. But it didn't mean anything to him. And who knows if it meant something to Lucas. Either way, it didn't matter. The only person Dream had actual feelings for was one of his dearest friends. That friend is George.

"I need you to leave."

The blond walked over to the door, opening it as a sign for the man to get out. "W-what? You can't be fucking serious." Lucas stood to get a better look at him. "What did I do? You told me I did nothing wrong." George stood up as well, holding Patches in his arms.

He let out a fake cough, "I just think it's best if we talk anymore." He watched as tears spilled down the man's cheeks. Maybe he did have feelings for Dream.

"Why?" he spoke in a shaky voice.

Dream saw the brunet give him a look that said 'tell him it was a distraction.' He knew what he meant by it. "The sex," he looked him straight in the eyes, "was a distraction. I was dealing with something personal at the time and I used you as a distraction." Dream felt horrible for saying this, but he needed to say the truth.

He watched as Lucas' face expression changed from miserable to angry. "And here I thought you actually liked me." He creepily giggled as he punched Dream in the stomach. George rushed over to Dream's side, hoping he didn't punch him too hard. "This isn't the last time you'll see me, Clay."

The boys watched as he walked to his car and drove off.

"Oh my gosh," George shut the door, "are you okay?" Dream placed his hand one hand on his stomach and the other on the brit's shoulder. "I'm fine." They carefully walked over to the couch, George helping him lay down.

"I'm seriously fine, Georgie," he let out his typical tea kettle wheeze, "it's not like he broke my ribs." He observed his crush as he sprinted to the freezer, putting some ice in a cup. George poured the ice into a ziploc bag and wrapped it in napkins. He quickly went back to Dream and sat on his knees on the floor.

"Shirt." Dream took off his shirt in confusion. He saw George stare at his torso, mostly his slight abs, before he tore his eyes away. "Y-you could have just lifted up your shirt, idiot." The blond giggled, "It was getting hot though."

He winced, closing his eyes in pain when the ice touched his skin. "Shit," he mumbled, "what is the ice for?"

"The bruise that fucking man left you." Dream opened his eyes and looked down at his stomach. He could barely see a light shade of purple. "Oh come on," he held onto George's wrist, "there's literally nothing there!" He removed his hand from Dream's grasp and put the ice back down on the bruise.

"I thought we were gonna go out today." He looked up to meet George's gaze. "We can go tomorrow." Dream took a deep breath before grinning at his friend. "Fine, whatever you say."

George returned the smile, pink tinting his cheeks.