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Transparent; chapter 11

TW; alcohol consumption. Vomit:].

The two boys lay awake in each other's arms the next morning. Sun shone through clean windows and onto comfortable fabric. The feeling of drowsiness forced Dream to stay right where he was with George. They'd stayed in the same position all night, Dream's chest was still pressed against the others back. Patches was now sleeping on the end of the bed. Dream gently nudged his face into George's neck. The other boy replied with a hum, his mind and body still tired.

"Have to get up" Dream mumbled, his voice was deep and barely audible for George to hear.

"Mh-mh" George shook his head slightly, his hand squeezed tighter around Dream's.

"George" Dream mumbled some what louder than before.

"Mmm!" the brunette whined "not yet" his words were slurred as they left his mouth.

Dream didn't answer. One of his hands lowered from the others abdomen. His fingers slipped under the others t shirt. Warmth met with cold as he placed his hand on the boys waist once again, this time it slid higher than before. George could feel Dream's hot breath graze his neck. Heat rose to his head as the hand slithered up his torso. It left tingles all over his body. His heart burned like a wild fire, why does he do this to me? The hand came to a stop at the middle of George's chest. His heart screamed for more, yet there was nothing more that could be done. If staying with Dream meant every morning would be like this, he eventually wouldn't be able to keep his feelings contained. Dream could feel the boys heart beat against his palm, his other arm still wrapped around George's lower waist. Just like the night before, George shuffled impossibly closer to Dream, practically just rubbing against him, except this time it wasn't done subconsciously. A hiss left the blondes gritted teeth.

Completely taken aback, the blonde spoke "George" he said holding his breath.

Almost immediately George knew what he had done. Oh shit, whoops. He felt his face burn furiously. He didn't mean to do that. The flustered boy searched for things to say during the awkward moment.

The brunette laughed quietly, mainly at himself "uh- sorry hah" his words were still slurred from the long sleep.

The blondes body un-tensed, his breathing returned to his normal pattern. George was free to get as close as he wanted, but somewhere along the line there needed to be some space. Despite that, Dream's arms suddenly tightened around the boys chest, and stomach. The brunettes back was pressed firmly against Dream's stomach as he was pulled in. The tall blondes face dug into the back of George's shoulder as he squeezed tighter. Butterflies felt forced into Dream's stomach. One of his hands clenched into a fist around the fabric of George's shirt, the other had nothing to grab at, yet fingers scraped against George's skin. A deep, shaky exhale left Dream's lips, his hot breath sunk into George's shirt and burned his cold skin. Dream's arms still squeezed tighter around the others body. George felt short on breath. The brunettes hand clenched around Dream's. Eventually a whimper left George from the unbearable contact, causing Dream's arms to slowly un-clench around the other. George buried his face into the pillow. An exhausted groan left his lips which was muffled by the thick cotton. After a moment George shuffled around in Dream's arms. He turned to face the blonde, and was immediately met with tired amber eyes just centimetres away from his own. Dream re-situated his hands. He wrapped one arm around George's back, the other rest against the pillow between them. Their faces were a finger length apart. George's eyes trailed down Dream's neck. A hand reluctantly placed itself on the blondes chest, the brunette felt a shaky breath against his lips. His eyes flicked back up to Dream's. His gaze made George's stomach flip, like it always did. Just do something. The same situation had happened many times the day before. Tension always thickened when their eyes locked, for the soul reason that they wanted something more to happen, but yet to tell each other, or do anything. George had to tell Dream now, if not, when? The boys chestnut eyes looked down to the others lips, Dream still kept his eyes on George's, thought eye contact wasn't made. George inched his face incredibly closer to Dream's. The heat in George's face grew hotter. The gap between their lips was now the length of an inch. Just one inch. Kiss him kiss him kiss him kiss him. George dared to look back into Dream's eyes. He felt the others hand slither around his back and rest on his waist. Each of their breaths were felt on their lips. Dream wished the boy would lean his head ever so closer, but he didn't. Do I say something. Do I tell him? His heart felt like it was going to explode.