Your sister was right (dreamnotfound)

Chapter 10

Dream woke up with a blistering headache clearly hungover but confused to what had happened last night. It was all too much like a fever dream. The only thing keeping him rooted in believing it happened was George resting his head on Dream's chest. Somehow they ended up sleeping in Dream's bed but most of the night was just a blur.

Dream tried to move to go to the bathroom but was pinned down by George gripping his sweatshirt tightly in his hand as he slept. For someone sleeping he had a strong grip and Dream didn't want to go to the bother of waking him up.

George looked so peaceful just sleeping there. Dream just accepted that he wouldn't be able to move until George woke up so he went back to sleep with his arms wrapped around George. As if he was protecting him.

George opened his eyes to a wave of nausea and his mouth dry with a sticky coating of saliva. His body had a thin layer of sweat and he was unable to move due to some unknown weights on him. He tilted his head down to figure out the mysterious objects holding him down. They were arms. They weren't restricting him properly just draped around his body. George lied there for a second his memory slowing piecing back together. He could feel someone's warm breath down the back of his neck. Dream's. It tickled him and he squirmed about.

"You finally up then George?" Dream said his voice raspy.

George turned around and nodded happily at Dream. He was still pretty out of it.

"If you let go of me I can make us both breakfast while you stay here," Dream suggested.

George gave Dream a dazzled look of bewilderment. Dream was the one stopping George from moving. Dream nudged his hand and he looked over, realisation settling upon him. Reluctantly George let go of the sweatshirt slightly embarrassed.

Dream made his way to the kitchen rustling up a meal of eggs and bacon. Simple but far more complicated that anything George was capable of making. Dream hummed along to the sound of sizzling and appreciated the scent of frying bacon. It was mouth-watering.

In the other room, George had fallen back into a deep sleep nuzzled up against Dream's pillow. It was covered in Dream's cologne. It was far more effective than any of those diffusers or oils you could buy. For George, who already had a talent for sleeping anywhere, it was a gold mine. He would have to somehow swipe a sample of it for his own apartment.

George had never actually thought about what he would do. In his mind the feeling would never be reciprocated. It would be a one sided thing with George longing but knowing better. Would they move in together? They lived opposite each other but constantly travelling back and forth between the apartments didn't sound very effective. George was getting ahead of himself. All he needed to do was focus on the now and waking up.

"George. The food is ready," Dream called out. It was the third time he had called for George but still no response. That man could really sleep through a war. It was a power that he possessed that wasn't necessarily a good thing.

Dream stumbled into the room to find a sleeping George. He grabbed one of his pillows and chucked it at George's head. George shot up disoriented and confused to what had just happened. Dream stood across the room wheezing at the sight of George. His hair had flopped over his eyes leaving George blind to not only colour but everything around him.

George brushed his hair out of his face and picked up the pillow behind him. He tossed it Dream who swiftly dodged it.

"Fuck you," playfully argued George.

Dream smirked and dragged George out of bed. The pair of them savoured the food, each mouthful full of delight gradually removing their headaches. They struggled to chug enough water to combat their hangover so turned it into a game of who could finish their drink first.