Fall For Me // dreamnotfound

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The morning after, both boys wake up with headaches. Dream wakes first, noticing George asleep in his arms. As he remembers the details of last night he wonders what he will do. Does George like him? Does he like George? No, he can't.

Dream attempts to calm himself down as he notices how peaceful the other looks while sleeping. It puts his mind at ease to see him sleeping so peacefully, like he has no care in the world. Like there's no problems at all.

The blonde watches as George's eyes flutter open, his eyes narrow to avoid the harsh sunlight. At first he appears to be confused, or maybe it's the hangover, but then quickly realizes where he is and what happened.

"Good morning," Dream says, his phone in one hand and his other underneath George. The two had cuddled last night, whether intentionally or not, and now George is sprawled out on top of him. It isn't the first time.

"Morning," George mumbles and yawns, then slowly removes himself from the taller male. His cheeks turn red as he remembers the details of last night.

The two sit in silence for a moment, both boys wearing only boxers. George whips out his phone in order to distract himself, and he wonders what he'll do next.

"So..." George starts, not having a direction for the conversation.

"So," Dream echos as they fall back into silence. George internally facepalms, Dream isn't giving him anything to work with.

"Are we going to talk about last night?" George asks quietly, refusing to make eye contact with the blonde.

Dream shuffles around, seeming a bit uncomfortable. "Yeah, uh, so we were both clearly drunk. Well I know for a fact I was wasted... I don't know what happened or what got into me."

Dream doesn't know how much these words sting George. He speaks as if it was a mistake, like he didn't mean anything that happened. It makes the Brit feel like he was just used last night. He may not admit his feelings for Dream, but he wouldn't say it was a mistake or that he regrets it.

"Right, yeah, of course," George shuffles around uncomfortably as well.

"Yeah, um," Dream says, his voice falling flat. For once, after one of his hook ups, he's left speechless. George feels different, and maybe that's why he's so scared and confused right now.

"I should go," George says quietly, clearly noticing how uncomfortable Dream is. He doesn't want to stay and keep him on edge, especially since he speaks of it as a drunken mistake. That's all it was, right?

"No, uh, stay. Please? I'm just a little speechless right now, sorry," Dream nervously scratches his head and offers a slight smile to George, who feels more at ease now. "I don't regret last night. At first I realize how it may have sounded. But it was great, you were great."

George's heart flutters at the compliment. "Shut up," he laughs and punches Dream's arm lightly. He feels slightly reassured by his words.

"What?" Dream wheezes. "It's true. The marks all over both of our bodies prove it."

"Oh dear lord, how are we going to explain this? How will I hide these?" George points to his neck as he face palms and laughs, with Dream putting a light smile on his face.

"Well I for one don't think you should hide them. I think they look hot on you," he smirks and places an arm on George's shoulder, leaning on his head as he looks down at the marks he left on the brunette's body.

"Of course you'd still be flirting right now," George rolls his eyes, not moving away from Dream's touch. "These are going to last a while."

"Yeah, so are the scratches you left me," Dream says sarcastically as he turns around, showing the many scratches George had caused to form on his back and shoulder bones.