Different ~ dreamnotfound

Chapter 4

"Are you and Karl, like, together?"

Well, that certainly caught him off guard.

"Uh, what? No? What made you think that?" George questioned.

"Oh um, well I guess I've just always seen you guys together on campus and stuff, plus he's pretty affectionate with you" a pink blush was making its way on Dream's face as he explained, why he thought that, nervously scratching the back of his neck.

"Oh, he's like that with most people, he's just touchy. And, we're roommates, so that's why we're usually together, i guess" and both of those statements were very true. Karl could always be pretty touchy, but he always asked before he did something, ya know. And for them always being together, his roommate was much more extroverted than him, meaning that he'd always go with George places if he got the chance to. "Um, why do you ask?"

"Oh, well um, I just think you're really cute and I didn't want to do anything if you have a boyfriend or something..." Dream shrugged, laughing softly.

Cute? He's never heard such a confident, cocky frat boy call anything cute. Most of them didn't even refer to their girlfriends that way.

But then the other implications of the word 'cute' struck him. Is Dream into guys? Or is this just him trying to lead George into a sense of security, a sense that maybe it'll be different, that maybe Dream's different? But how is he supposed to know if he actually is?

But also, 'do anything', do what exactly? Does Dream want to make moves and possibly proceed in a real relationship, or is this just a one-night thing for the blond to bully him about in the future? He doesn't want to worry about it, he just knows he has to respond now.

"What are you implying here? Are you trying to make moves?" he said in a joking manner, wanting to stop the blush that was trying to swarm his face from just the thought. No matter how much he'd like to say it's not true, Dream is attractive, and from what he knows about him, he's smart and funny. They have things in common, and if Dream wants this, to do more than just sit here, he doesn't think he'd mind it. Even if he's afraid to be hurt.

"Oh, so now I have to be straightforward?" the blond's tone was the same as his, joking but with a feeling of want lacing his words. It's obvious they're both thinking the same thing, but they don't know how to act on it.

"I think you should be, do what you think will get your point across" George encouraged.

And Dream did.

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When George woke up that morning, the first thing he noticed was the bare chest his head was resting on. Then the freckles that were scattered across the body's shoulders and chest, as well as the purple marks laid about.

Then he noticed, the bare chest belonged to Dream.

Everything seemed to come back to him all at once. Lips and skin, and now second-guessing his actions. He wants to say he just wasn't thinking straight, wants to say this didn't happen. But, he knows a part of him wanted this, still wants this, whatever this might be. He wants Dream to be different. He wants to have Dream.

They didn't do anything more than making out, leaving hickeys on each other's necks and caressing skin, but still, this scared him. Scared that Dream wasn't different, scared he'd get hurt.

The blond started to stir, wrapping his arm more securely around George's waist, pulling him even closer. Butterflies erupted in the brunets gut. At some point before they had fallen asleep the brit had ended up in one of the tallers hoodies, that was oversized and comfortable on him.

"Goodmorning" Dream spoke first, his low and husky morning voice making a warmth flood George's face and mind.

"g'morning" the brit replied, snuggling closer to the boy. He's afraid that this won't last, so he at least wants to make it count.

"How do you feel?" the taller asked, rubbing circles with his thumbs into the boy's skin. He had trailed his hands under the hoodie, holding onto the warmth of the boy's body heat.

"Good, although the music from last night gave me a headache" he laughed softly. Dream laughed softly as well, beginning to wake up more. They made eye contact and they both smiled, the blond kissing the boy softly before getting out of bed, getting a cup of water and pain pills.

He returned quickly, handing the items over and watching as George sat up, taking the pills with the water and then setting it down on the nightstand.

"Thank you," the brunet said, grinning up at him. The hickeys on the tallers neck weren't too dark, but they stood out on tan skin. The purple contrasted beautifully, and he loved how the other smiled so brightly back at him.

Dream seemed to understand the look in the boy's eye, moving one of his hands to run along the boy's neck. "You look nice with bruises" he spoke, occasionally rubbing his thumb over one or two of the marks, eliciting a small gasp from the brunet, the still sensitive skin making him react. The comment made the brunet blush, not holding eye contact anymore.

"You do too..." he trailed off, looking down at the ground, slightly awkwardly.

"Is something wrong?" Dream asked, sitting down next to the seated boy. Worry and concern took over his features as he looked over the other boy.

"This isn't just, like, a one-time thing right?" the anxiety seemed to come back full force, making George sit still and look expectantly at the other, waiting for a response.

"I don't want it to be...do you?" the blond questioned. The hand that had been on the shorters neck moved down to his knee, reassuring George with a gentle touch.

"...I don't" the brunet shook his head, both smiling in relief. George knows they just officially met, even though he's seen the boy around quite often, but everything felt right. Sitting here on the boy's bed, in Dreams hoodie, with the tallers hand on his skin. It all felt so right.

"Um, do you want to go on a date? I know there's a diner close by we could go to... well have to be a little careful so no one sees your neck though, at least not here..." the younger said, his smile faltering slightly. "I feel comfortable with myself and who I like, but ya know, a lot of the guys here aren't so cool..."

Hearing those words, 'who I like', was a relief to the brown-eyed boy. Dream likes guys, and he seems to be of the ones Dream likes. Obviously, the blond said he didn't want it to be a one-night thing, but getting the extra confirmation was comforting.

"Yeah, I understand. It's alright. Do you have like, have a turtle neck or something?"

The closest thing they could find was a smaller hoodie, that fit George perfectly and helped to hide his neck more. After getting dressed, Dream already knowing most of the people in the house would be asleep since it was kind of early in the day, they quickly went downstairs and to the front door, immediately going to the blond's car and heading out to the diner Dream had mentioned.

As the blond pulled up into a parking space, George was looking at his phone and texting Karl he's alright -coming up with an excuse for his absence, since he knows his roommate would freak out if he knew he was with Dream- the brunet looked up when the car stopped, jaw-dropping slightly.

"You go to this diner too? This is like, my favorite place!" he grinned looking at the boy, who looked like he was glowing from the soft morning light, and they got out of the car, being greeted by Claire as they walked in.

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