Dropping Hints - DNF

27 - nsfw.

T/W: smut :0

Dream leant against the coats on the back of his door, his head sinking into the jackets and layers of material. His hands brushed through his hair, as he closed his eyes and leant all his weight backwards into the door.

"What the fuck George, you're actually coming to florida" he said in disbelief, still processing it.
"Not just coming," George shouted from the bathroom, "Moving"

"That's just, that's crazy" replied Dream, standing up straight and shaking his head, "I don't believe it"
"Well start believing" said George with a smile, walking out of the en-suite and placing some folded clothes in the drawers.

Dream walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it, deciding against screaming into a pillow, and just opting to play it cool instead. George didn't need to know how excited he was.

"Did you put the chain on?" asked the brunette
"Oh no, i forgot - it's over there" replied Dream, pointing to the small box sitting on the desk next to his monitor.

George glanced over and saw it, then proceeded to walk over to it and pick it up, bringing the box over to where the blonde sat.
"Put it on" he said, shoving the box into Dream's hands.

The taller boy did as he was told, pinching the chain between his hands, searching for the clasps.
"George I can't put this on"
"What, why?"
"Look how tiny the little grabber thing is!"
"The tiny grabber thing?" asked George, rolling his eyes, "You mean the clasp"

Dream just mimicked the brunette, passing the chain to him, watching as he un clipped the hook with ease, then proceeded to look at the blonde smugly, breathing out through his nose as a light laugh.

"Shut up"
"I didn't say anything!"
"You were going to" mumbled Dream, crawling off the edge of the bed to the centre, sitting up against the headboard with his legs out in front of him.

"Do you not want it?" asked George, waving the chain in front of the blonde.
"I've told you, my hands are too big to tie the thing"
"The clasp" said George, correcting him again, receiving a playful glare in response.

The glare soon faded, as the brunette climbed onto the bed too, and a smile formed when George didn't just lie next to him, but rather began to sit on his lap.

"Wipe the smirk off your face idiot" said George, "I'm only putting your necklace on for you"

I mean it was true, that was what George was doing. But  his knees either side of Dream's thighs and the inch of space between their faces could easily be interpreted as otherwise.

"George, I have to say, there are easier ways of putting a necklace on" said Dream as George leant over his shoulder and connected the links together behind the blonde's neck.

"Are you complaining?" responded the brunette

Dream took a minute to look at their position, George basically straddling him, the chain now securely around his neck and the shorter boy's face centimetres away from his own.

"No- no I- I'm not"
"Aw stuttering because of me?" teased George, stroking a finger across the blonde's jawline.

In time with the drag of the brunette's fingertip, a smirk spread across Dream's face, the look in George's narrowed eyes making him want to suppress a laugh.

"What are you doing George?" asked Dream
"What do you mean?" responded George, a false innocence in his tone, as he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Oh come on" scoffed Dream, taking George's hand in his own and bringing it down from his face, "Everyone knows you're a bottom, stop pretending like you aren't"