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wet hair and led lights

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Dream had been planning a surprise for George for about a week. He wanted their little getaway to be special, one George would treasure until death do them part.

His plan was for both him and George to spend the weekend in a high end area in Miami, doing whatever they could before they had to go back home to Orlando. He even got them a nice Airbnb instead of a basic hotel room. If Dream was being completely honest, the house they would be staying at was the main fuel of his excitement.

Yeah, the pictures of the house on the website were nice, but the thing that really caught Dream's attention was the backyard. It was spacious and green, but the one detail that really put the cherry on top was the swimming pool. A swimming pool with LED lights that lit up the pool in the dark night.

Just thinking of all the dirty things George and Dream could do in that pool had Dream hard in his pants, shifting uncomfortably as he set up his reservation. Every single time George had finished showering, thrown a towel around his waist, and searched for clothes in their shared closet, Dream's eyes immediately found the swarm of damp brown hair on the top of his head. And, God, did that do something to him.

He booked the Airbnb the upcoming Friday through Sunday.

"Georgie," Dream poked his head out of the hallway, looking towards where George was lounging on his phone on the couch. The aforementioned looked up from the device in his hand, raising a questioning brow as he hummed.

"Are you busy at all this weekend?" Okay, maybe Dream should have asked beforehand, but he was excited.

George's eyes closed in thought as he tapped his chin. He blinked his beautiful brown eyes that Dream totally didn't get lost in and miss what George said in response.

"—Clay?" George giggled lightly. "You okay?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah," Dream chuckled and rubbed the nape of his neck, feeling a flush creep up his neck out of embarrassment, "what'd you say?"

"I said that whatever I'm doing this weekend could be moved, so I'm not busy," George clarified, a small smile resting on his face. Dream's eyes lit up.

"Great! On Friday, we'll be leaving early, 'kay?"

"Okay," George grinned and went back to looking at his phone, leaving Dream to giddily make his way back to his office.

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"Ugh, Clay, it's so early," George whined, shoving his last bag into the trunk of their car. Dream laughed and placed his hand onto the shorter man's shoulder.

"I told you it'd be early," Dream gave George's shoulder a light squeeze before walking to the driver's side to get into the car. George slipped into the passenger's seat and let out a dramatic huff.

"You can sleep on the way, baby," Dream lifted his hand to stroke George's cheek, watching as the brunet's eyes fluttered shut and a small smile spread across his face.

The drive was nice. George did sleep the entire time, only occasionally mumbling something incoherent as he slipped into consciousness for a moment before falling back to sleep. Dream found it cute, the slight smile on his lips never leaving the entire three and a half hour long drive.

Dream exhaled slowly as he pulled into the Airbnb's driveway. He glanced over to the time—9:12 AM—and gently prodded at George's shoulder, waking the brunet from his sleep.

"Are we here?" George mumbled, voice low, lifting his hands to rub the sleep from his tired eyes.

"Yeah, we're here," Dream turned off the car and unbuckled his seatbelt, then opened his door to get out of the car. George slowly followed suit, meeting Dream behind the car. The trunk popped open after Dream held down on the button.