Hoodie- Dreamnotfound

Yearning

The flirting has been taken to a whole other level, Dream is struggling to admit his feelings to himself.

Off.

Dream stopped. He reread the message over and over, making sure the lack of sleep was not just making up fantasies in his head. He scoffed, everything tingled. He couldn't believe it.

His fingers shook while typing words, George really wanted to see him shirtless?

Really?

Dream needed confirmation.

You wouldn't actually do it, I might as well try

That hit a spot in Dream, and George was well aware of that. Challenging him would make his will to do it grow, he was a sucker for reverse psychology methods.

People liked to say it was the "Leo" in him that triggered his defensiveness, he denied it every time, but in the back of his mind that remained true. He replied right away.

I wouldn't be so sure about that

With that message, Dream took the bottom of the sweater and slowly lifted it off over his head, the cool air hit his bare skin. His blood was pumping with adrenaline, he just wanted to scream.

He liked this.

Dream held his camera in front of his mirror, resting one of his hands in his pocket. Biting his lip playfully, he slid down his shorts a bit, so that the band of his boxers was slightly visible.

Leaning forward, he dangled his chain a bit and he took the picture. His heart raced before sending it, he hoped George would find it... attractive?

He reviewed the image while deciding whether it was good enough, zooming into his shirtless core. He knew it was stupid and probably meant nothing, but it didn't stop him from hoping something would spark.

Teasing George was always satisfying, especially when it would leave George speechless. The way his face would just stop and instantly blush left Dream wanting to tease him endlessly.

He took a few deep breaths before hitting send. A few seconds after sending it, he was hoping for a reply. Then, a few minutes passed. Nothing.

His stomach dropped for an instant. Was it that weird? Still staring intensely at the screen, he finally saw something pop up. An image.

Dream didn't recognize him right away, but it was a picture of George.

Half naked.

"...What" Dream whispered to himself in awe as he clicked onto the picture. His heart pounded out of his chest, gripping his phone tightly.

From what Dream could tell he was in his room. His face was angled to the side a bit, flexing his jawline, George's lips had formed a soft smile. He only had a pair of joggers on, his eyes traced to his V line.

It felt wrong to look at George's body exposed like that, but he couldn't manage to peel his eyes away. The image filled his phone screen while he took it all in, savoring each inch of his soft skin.

His uncontrollable feelings took over again. The thoughts about George and him were overwhelming, he wanted him. He didn't care about the future or meeting him eventually, he wanted him now.

He didn't know how to deal with this liking for George, and it didn't help that his body also had a mind of its own. He knew what he was feeling was more than just a mere friendship, but he placed the blame on the late-night and lack of sleep. It was easier that way.

Breathing heavily, he kept his eyes on the picture, imagining what it'd be like to have George in his hands and his lips to his face. He wanted him, right there and then. He smiled down at his phone sadly, knowing it would only occur in his imagination. The thought of them never being able to be more than "friends" was devastating.

He was yearning for just one touch.

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Patches claws dug into his chest, the sudden weight alarmed Dream, waking him up from his slumber. He squinted at the morning sun meeting his eyes, he barely had gotten any sleep.

Yawning and stretching, he slowly peeled off the covers from his chest. A strange warmth protected him from the cool air, strange. He looked down, he was wearing the black hoodie.

George.

He had fallen asleep in George's hoodie.

The gears in his brain shifted, he remembered about last night. "Shit shit shit" he muttered repeatedly under his breath, reaching for his phone.

Upon unlocking it, he was greeted with a picture of shirtless George. His eyes widened, he shut off his phone and dropped it onto his bed. He hadn't replied, but George knew that it wasn't an insult.

Leaning back on his soft pillows, confusion arose in his chest. So many questions he didn't have answers to prompted his mind. Was it normal to think about someone this much? Surely not.

Sure, liking girls was easier, but he had never felt this with his ex-girlfriend. Excitement over the smallest gesture, whether it was just a text message or a call was only apparent with George.

This was a whole new world filled with feelings he had yet to discover. Happiness, sadness, confusion, everything. Restless nights of hope and wonder, exploring what he thought he'd never have to venture across.

He didn't want this to be a one-time late-night flirt, he wanted this to last.

Glancing over to his right, staring at the empty spot in his bed. All he could think of was George right here, laying next to him. All he wanted to do was reach out and feel him. He wanted to stroke George's hair and stare forever into his chestnut eyes. Fragments of his imagination killed him at times, it was unbearable to know that they'd never come to be true.

He wanted whatever they felt to be real.

But he wasn't gay, he knew that already. He's not gay... Right?

He needed someone else's input.

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