One more night

[15]

The next day started off relaxed, sitting around and watching movies- catching up on shows they'd missed.

George's phone went off, he glanced over instantly smiling.

[Jamie: Hey lovely, is it alright if me and Paul pop over in fifteen?]

George grabbed his phone, typing a reply, Dream raised a brow at his sudden jolt.

[George: Of course! see you soon, looking forward to meeting you both!]

"Go get dressed" George smiled, getting up and stretching, he paused the television and glanced back down to Dream.

"Why?"

"Just do it!"

"Hm, fine, what type of outfit?"

"Casual, come on" George grabbed Dreams hand dragging him to the bedroom.

George began looking through Dreams closet,

"I'm more than capable of getting my own clothes George- you're not like my mom or something-" Dream chuckled, arms crossed and watching his boyfriend.

"Not for you idiot-" He huffed, he let out a small noise of approval, turning suddenly with a shirt in his hand. It was a casual black t-shirt, "for me" He smiled, taking his own shirt off and pulling it over his frame.

Dream just froze, George hadn't ever gotten changed infront of him. And god- was he pretty. His stomach was much paler than the rest of him, his chest was so clear and just- pretty.

pretty.

he's pretty.

"Dream?"

Dreams thoughts were interrupted by a hand on his shoulder, "you okay?"

Dream shook his head, focusing back on reality.

"Yeah- sorry- aha- yeah," He chuckled, he turned his head, kissing George's knuckles.

so pretty,

"you sure you're alright?" George frowned, gazing over dreams facial features.

"Of course- yeah! sorry, you just- you're- yeah-"

"I'm what?"

"pretty." He let out a breath he didn't realise he was holding in, a relief brushing over his chest.

"So worked up over that? you're so silly" George shook his head, smiling.

"Sorry, i just- I don't know, i think it's 'cause of the ADHD but once something gets on my mind it just repeats like a broken record till i eventually get it out."

"You don't have to explain yourself, c'mere" George wrapped his arms around Dreams waist, letting his head rest against his chest for a little. Dream let out another deep breath, his chin finding it's way into a sea of brown hair. George's hand traced circles around Dreams back, "see, you're okay"

"I know." Dream smiled, indulging into the hug as much as possible, he loved holding George, it was so comforting. Knowing that somebody loved him, that he had his person, knowing that person was his best friend.

"Thank you for thinking i'm pretty" George hummed against Dreams chest, planting a gentle peck against his shirt.
" m' always find you pretty George."
"You're also very pretty Dream."
"Thank you."

They eventually pulled away from the hug, Dream pulled his shirt off, grabbing a shirt from the closet, turning to see George.

The two paused, George's eyes obviously locked on his shirtless body. George stepped in front of Dream, letting his hand rest on Dreams jaw, brushing his thumb against his cheek. George smiled, their lips almost brushing, Dream mumbled something. George's free hand found it's way to the back of Dreams neck eventually getting tangled in blonde locks. Dream broke the slight distance, their lips meeting, this kiss was much more passionate than the others, less hesitant, to rest the waters George tried to slip his tongue in, Dream was quick to accept, letting his own explore George's. Dreams hands found their way to the plush of George's thighs, gripping them, George took his chance and jumped up, to which Dream obliged holding him up. George's legs locked around the back of him, the kiss continuing, George's hand continued to thread through Dreams blonde locks as Dreams hands found their way to rest on George's ass, it was a new lead for them, having never done such a thing. Yet the both of them seemed comfortable in what they were doing, no hesitance.