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Transparent; chapter 10

George woke up to his face buried in fabric. He squint his eyes and brought his hand up to rub away the stinging. Nothing could be smelt but Dream. He attempted to move but stiffened as his head bumped something above it. A tired whine left the boy beside him. Oh god. George settled his head back down, not wanting to wake up Dream. The side of his face pressed against Dream's chest. He could hear his heartbeat through the clothing. Dream's hand rest on George's lower back. It slid horizontally across his lower spine, now set on the smaller boys hip. Shit, he's awake. After a moment Dream slowly slid his hand up George's side. The large hand sent a tingle through George's body, warmth following beneath it as it slid further up his side. Dream's palm dipped inwards at the brunettes beautifully incurved waist. Then it rose back up again at his ribs, and slid behind George's back, hooking around his small torso. George shivered at the touch. The arm pulled him in closer, both boys bodies pressed together completely. The brunettes left arm slipped around Dream's torso, the other folding against his chest. His small hand grazed softly against the blondes muscled back. He snuggled into the warmth of Dream, his face buried in the blondes chest. Dream's head shuffled on top of George's, his jawline rubbing against the smaller boys almond hair. George placed his right hand on the others stomach, he slid it up to his chest, still snuggling into Dream. The taller mans spare hand slipped under George's neck. George felt as the hand was placed on his hair, and drew circles on the back of his head. A satisfied hum vibrated in George's chest. The touch made him feel at ease. He shuffled his bottom half closer to Dream, nuzzling his face into the fabric of Dream's shirt. His tired mind didn't really think about what he was doing. If he was fully awake he definitely wouldn't be this close to Dream. Right? George slipped his left leg between both of Dream's. It was impossible to get closer than they already were. George was engulfed by the much larger boys frame. Butterflies formed in his chest and stomach at every movement, every touch. His heart was in his throat, his stomach was on a trampoline. Warmth formed between their bodies, causing George to melt into the touch further. Dream's right leg was placed on top of George's hip, hooking around the boy in an L shape. His arm squeezed around George's back. A quiet, tired laugh left George's mouth, his voice muffled from Dream's shirt. Which caused a low chuckle to leave the taller boy, his hand still rubbing circles on the brunettes head. George wished he could stay here forever, as did Dream.

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A fork poked into a stack of pancakes on the plate in front of George. Syrup stuck to the silver stainless steel and ran down the stack of delicacy. He twist the cold cutlery, the specific piece of food breaking off the rest of the pancake. His eyes flicked upwards, immediately falling on the boy sat across from him. His almond eyes inspected Dream's hair. The dirty blonde locks stuck up in different directions like a balloon had been rubbed against it. He still hadn't fixed his bed head since he woke up. It was cute.

"Do you have anything planned for us today?" George asked curiously, chewing on his pancake.

Dream's tired eyes met with his "yeah" he answered, a smile plastered on his face.

"Like what?" George was now invested in finding out.

Dream raised an eyebrow, his eyes now focused on his plate in front of him "it's a surprise" he joshed.

George stared at the boy in front of him, a hint of annoyance noticeable on his face. Dream's eyes met with the moody boys across from him, a playful look on the blondes face. He loved teasing George. A breathy laugh left Dream's nose as the boy continued to stare at him.

"You're really, really annoying sometimes you know that right" George said blandly. He played with the food on his plate.

Dream's eyebrows raised "I definitely wasn't this morning" he tilt his head to the left, cockiness obvious in his tone.