Would you like to die here, George?

Chapter four: Headaches...

TW/CW: SMUT kind of

George sighed. Him and Dream had been drinking all night. A rush of confidence was sliding through. George placed his hand on Dream's knee.

"Don't place your hand in places you wouldn't if you were sober, Georgie." Dream teased, locking fingers with George's that were still placed on his knee.

"What makes you think I wouldn't if I were sober?" George replied, smirking and biting his lip.

"Because if I did this.." Dream started as he pressed his lips into George's, passionately kissing him then pulling away to finish his sentence. "You would be flustered, not much different when you're drunk." He winked, making George's stomach fill with butterflies. George pulled Dream back into a kiss as he climbed onto his laps and straddled him, locking his fingers in Dream's hair. Sparks flew around them, making both of them smile. Dream grabbed onto George's waist, pulling him closer if that was even possible. George felt himself touching Dream's chest with the hand that wasn't already in Dream's hair. Dream rose to his feet, carrying George in his arms and up to their bedroom where he slammed George onto the bed, kissing him. Both boys removing their tops before Dream pulled away and stood up, turning away from George with tears in his eyes.

"George, I am so sorry. You're drunk, I shouldn't be doing this." Dream started, voice cracking. "I'm such an idiot, please forgive me!"

"I forgive you, come cuddle." George replied sleepily.

Dream looked down but slid in the bed with George and cuddled with him.

"Love you, Georgie..."

No response, George had fallen asleep

George woke up the next morning with Dream's arm around him, his stomach whirled with butterflies and call kinds of emotions but there was one thing bothering him, why? He lifted Dream's hand off of him and slid out of the bed, Dream waking from the movement.

"Morning. Come back here." Dream said, half asleep and opening his arms for George to fit in.

"I-" George could hardly even pronounce words properly, what was going on? His head was pounding. "Funny joke..."

Dream's eyes shot open. His head filled with all sorts of thoughts, did George remember? Was he just embarrassed? Dream climbed out of the bed, glancing at George before leaving the room and getting in the shower.

"What?" George said out loud. He made his way downstairs and into the kitchen where Sapnap was making breakfast.

"Where's Dream?" Sapnap asked, not looking away from the pancakes he was currently focused on.

"Shower." George replied, his brain more focused on why Dream was acting so strange.

"My head kills man, how you feeling?"

"Why does your head hurt?" George glanced up at Sapnap who finally lost focus on the pancake and was now looking at George.

"What do you mean why does my head hurt? We were drinking last night."

George's mind paced with thoughts, he was drinking?! George didn't remember a single second at first, until he remembered what he seen Dream do to the man yesterday and gathered he probably tried to drink the image away. He doesn't remember what happened last night, maybe they did nothing, that's why he doesn't remember. George ran to the living room which hadn't been cleaned yet, 6 bottle of vodka were sat on the table and dirty plates. Sapnap followed George into the room, staring at his confused expression.

"What happened last night, Sap?"

"Not sure, I was passed out way before you two by the looks of it. I only had a bottle, the rest are yours and Dream's.. will have to ask him on that one." Sapnap said, not seeming bothered. "Not that he'll remember." He chuckled to himself and left the room to finish the pancakes while George stood in the middle of the room, panicking. Something happened last night, George knew it.. and Dream remembers what.