Our little game

Weirdo

A/N: Hey:/

Dream's POV:

"Is this the part of the movie where we kiss?" I asked. "Hmm, I don't know, no kissing is in the contract so..." I frowned. "You're evil. Also, you didn't seem to care about the contract in my bedroom yesterday, or on the couch," I smirked and grabbed his chin softly. He turned red and licked my nose playfully. "Well, I've changed my mind now, no kissing. A contract should be respected, we signed it and everything," I groaned and let go of his face. "It's a shame, you really did seem to enjoy it last time, and I wouldn't want you taking away something that makes you happy, sweetie," I added the 'sweetie' just for kicks, and his reaction was worth it. He rolled his eyes and laid down on the couch. His stomach went up and down with his breath and left me admiring every part of him.

Sometimes how beautiful George is stunned me. I used to say I was just jealous of how perfectly scolded his face was, or how pretty his smile was, or how soft and fluffy his dark brown hair looked, plus he was small and adorable. But no I realized I wasn't being jealous, I was being gay.

It's funny how much we grow.

I laughed at myself, which made George glance up at me. "Hey Clay?" He asked in such a soft voice, that it was almost a whisper. My eyes went wide, this time the way Clay sounded on his tongue didn't hurt, it was pretty, and made my cheeks heat up. "Yeah, George?" I asked and laid down next to him, laying on my side so I could keep staring at him. He turned on his side too so our faces were nearly touching.

"What are we going to tell everyone?" I looked at him with a puzzled expression on my face, which he read easily. "Like our friends, and our fans," I sighed softly. "I mean they already think we're madly in love and boning whenever we're mad at each other," I said, referencing back to one of our old conversations. He laughed and nuzzled up to my chest. "I mean, it's real now though. If we ever seriously date, I wouldn't want to break up and pretend it never happened at the end of next month like we planned on," I pulled him close to me. "We have good friends George, plus they didn't have any issues with us whenever we told them at the beginning of this all, they were actually excited," I told him.

His body relaxed. "You're right." I nodded. "Yeah, I'm always right," he laughed into my chest.

"You're such an idiot,"

"Yeah, well you're a weirdo."

"A hot weird, but still a weirdo," I added.

"Dream!" He pulled away and looked at me, I shrugged and squeezed his head with my arms. "Did I lie?" He laughed and wrapped his legs around my waist. I got butterflies but decided I just wanted to hold him. "You're my best friend," he muttered after a while. "Good, if not I would get jealous," he laughed and ran his fingers through the back of my hair. "Dream? Getting Jealous?!? Pfft, totally unheard of," he said in a sarcastic voice. "You know what, I wouldn't be so jealous if you weren't such a bitch," I told him. "Mhm, I'm such a bloody bastard for having friends, it's almost like my job is playing Minecraft with my friends," I broke out into laughter and kissed the top of his head. "You're such an asshole sometimes," I told him and squeezed his waist a little tighter. "Only for you," I smiled and kissed his cheek.

"I said no kisses, and you're doing an awful lot of that," George told me with a smile on his face. I only shrugged and kissed his nose. For some reason that made him sneeze, which I found extremely adorable and hilarious at the same time, then we ended up falling off the couch while laughing our asses off. "Why did you SNEEZEEEE!!?? *insert tea kettle noises*" George laughed in that way he always does, that's all broken up. "Why did you kiss me nose like that!?" I realized I was on top of him, so I stopped holding myself up and collapsed down on him. He groaned, "Jesus! You're heavy Dream!" I laughed and reached down to tickle him, but he whacked my hand. "NO! I know what you're planning piss baby!" I laughed and pinned his arms above his head so I could tickle him. "NOO!! DREAM STOP!" He yelled in between laughing.

I coughed a little before laughing again. Then decided to show him some mercy, so I got off of him and sat down crisis cross on the carpet in front of him. "You're evil, you know that?" I smirked and leaned in to kiss his forehead. "No! No kisses for you," I frowned and sat back down. "What if I watch Harry Potter, with you, will you kiss me then?" I asked while smiling. "Fine, and make me hot cocoa too," I chuckled then ruffled his hair before getting up to go into the kitchen.

I heated water up then stirred in the cocoa mix and walked back out to the family room. George had already put the movie on, so I grabbed my blanket and scooped him up off the floor and back onto the couch. He chuckled and nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck. His face was warm and comforting, in a weird way. "Alright, I did my part, not it's your turn to hold up the other end of the bargain," I told him. He laughed and grabbed the side of my face, immediately pressing his lips against mine. I smiled against his lips and kissed back. It was sweet, the kind of kiss that gives you butterflies and a permanent smile.

I pulled away and giggled like a stupid little kid. It's not like I haven't gone further with George, obviously I have. In fact I think in the heat of the moment I could go all the way with him and not think twice about it. But, this was different somehow. There weren't any unanswered questions within our touch now. I knew he kissed me because he just liked me, and I did the same. Plus we're alone, so I don't have to blame it on this stupid game either. I looked down at George who was smiling just as much as me, which made me smile even more. "You're such a dork," I told him, "you're a dork first," I laughed and peppered his face with kisses. I knew I could say peacock and not have any doubts about it. But everytime I wanted to say it, it didn't come out. But he knows l love him. I've said it a thousand times before, and seriously meant it. But if I say 'peacock' I've lost the game, and the fact that I'm helplessly in love with this guy will be out in the open. And I'm not sure I'm ready for this spark thingy between us to change, even if it's for the better, you can never be certain what will happen until you say it out loud. That's what terrifies me more than anything. Losing George because I let myself fall in love with him even after promising myself I never would. If I have to loose him, that's not how I want it to happen. It'll hurt more than anything I've ever felt.

A/N: I'm a boy I think. Or potentially a girl. Perhaps I'm a ~non-binary~ I could be all three. Or neither. Wtf even is gender anymore, i'd like to personally fuck it out the window:)