The Apocalypse [Dreamnotfound AU]

Memories and Fantasies

This is for Dream's birthday!!

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George doesn't remember falling asleep, but the next thing he knows, he's back in the apartment he used to share with Dream and Sapnap.

He floats through the familiar hallway like a ghost. Tears prick his eyes as he wanders into the apartment and into a room. He sees himself on the sofa, sitting next to Sapnap. His head is resting on Dream's lap as they laugh together at a movie. Dream is absently playing with his hair. George hadn't realized it then that Dream had feelings for him. He hadn't even realized yet that he had feelings for Dream.

One of the bedroom doors opens. His room. He sees Dream pick him up after the movie ends and carry him into his room. George remembers being half-awake, cuddled against Dream's chest, inhaling the familiar scent of vanilla. Dream sets him down gently and tucks the blanket over him. George watches as a fond smile spreads over Dream's face. He watches him sleep for a while, before finally tiptoeing out of the room and closing the door behind him.

The dream shifts. George finds himself on standing on a sandy beach. Dream is swimming in the blue-green waves that are the same colour as his eyes. George sees himself at the edge of the water. Dream surfaces, his laugh making his eyes sparkle as he drags George into the water with him. He keeps his arms around George's waist as George kicks wildly at the water. But he's laughing too and even in his dream, George can't help the smile that spreads over his face.

His next dream is a recent scene. Their first kiss.

This time, George relives the kiss himself. He stares into Dream's green eyes and lets their lips touch. He feels the same heat in the pit of his stomach, the same flutter of his heart as Dream angles his head and deepens their kiss. He sees the same haze in Dream's eyes when he pulls away, the stunned disbelief, the love. He realizes then how obvious it should have been to both of them. Their feelings had been mutual for years, but neither of them had realized it.

Except the dream continues, even when their real kiss hadn't. Dream leans in again, and this time there's an urgency to the hard press of his lips and George finds himself falling into it. He shivers as Dream's hands trace his cheeks, his neck, his arms, until they settle on his waist and draw him in. George straddles Dream and loses himself in the sensation. He realizes it's only a fantasy this time, but it doesn't make the heat in his stomach go away. Not as Dream breaks their kiss only to tug off George's hoodie and his own shirt, not as George traces the hard lines of his muscled chest, not as Dream's hands dip lower and George lets out a groan. It all feels real and George finds himself wishing it was.

George starts awake in a cloud of confusion.

He glances around, taking in his unfamiliar surroundings. Fields of grass sway in a warm breeze and Grorge realizes they're moving, still racing passed everything in their convertible. His eyes land on Dream and widen.

Dream's cheeks are flushed pink and he avoids George's gaze, staring firmly at the road.

"What is it?" George asks. Some of the confusion fades away, but he's still disoriented.

"You were... dreaming," Dream stammers. His hands grip the wheel tightly.

George's dreams come back to him, the memories and the fantasies, and his own blush burns as brightly as Dream's. Had he said anything in his sleep? Had he actually groaned? One look at Dream's face says it's completely possible.

He can't bring himself to ask the question so he says, "Are we near camp yet?"

"Almost," Dream says. His voice is a little more normal, the pink staining his cheeks fading a little. "You were asleep for most of the drive."