Two-steps away // based on dnf

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TW: swearing, nsfw, mention of self-harm

It's back to 1st person now. George's POV.

"Dream, what the hell are you doing here?" I said. The window was opened slightly not all the way.

"Please let me in George."

"Your drunk Dream aren't you?" I closed the window. He still hung on.

"Please George." His voice was muffled through the glass.

I thought about it for a moment. I stood there looking at him. I opened it, pulling him in. He fell on top of me. I hope that didn't make any sound. My dad would certainly kill me. I pulled him on top of my bed, he was heavy that's for sure.

"George can we talk?" He sat up. I stood near the bed.

"First tell me what the hell your doing here."

"I came to talk."

"You were obviously at a party. I can see your drunk. You just wanted to use me again don't you?"

"No, no George I don't. I like you. I keep getting this feeling, I don't know what it is. I'm sorry I won't use you George."

Did I hear that correctly? He likes me? But he's not gay.

"I thought you said you weren't gay?" I said.

"I don't know what I am, honestly. George I just need you though right now." He tried to grab my arm but I pulled back.

"Y-your drunk you don't know what your saying. You shouldn't even be here." I didn't look at him.

"George please." I thought for a moment.

"Listen you can stay here for the night until your not drunk anymore. Then you'll leave in the morning." Dream didn't say anything else after that. I stared at him for awhile. Could I really trust him? Do I like him? These thoughts ran through my mind as they always do. I went over to my door and made sure it was locked.
He soon fell asleep in my bed after that. I soon got in with him. I had a fair sized bed. His body heat rubbed up on me. He felt warm next to me. It felt kind of nice. I've never felt things like this before. It was finally morning. I opened my eyes, remembering last night. I felt a body next to me. The body was very close to me. As I tried to move around, I felt something on my skin. I was wearing a sweater. A hand was up my sweater. Dreams hand. It felt warm there. I liked his hand on my stomach. I soon turned over to face Him. His hand still stayed up my sweater. He didn't want to removed it. I didn't really care if he didn't want to or not. I liked it there.

"Dream you awake?" I asked quietly.

"Yeah." His voice was muffled and deep.

"Well we need to get up." I turned back around trying to get up, but a strong force pulled me back.

"No." The man next to me said with a deep tone.

"Come on Dream you need to get going." I tried getting off the bed again but I couldn't. Dream sat up still having his grip on me. He pulled me into his lap. We were against the wall. Both of his hands were in my sweater now.

"D-dream s-stop."

"Why should I? I know you like me George. Just say it." His tone got deeper by the minute. His head was on shoulder. He started to kiss my neck. His hands running down to my v-line.

"D-Dream.." I did like it. I couldn't admit it, but we couldn't do it here I know that. He pulled away I wondered why he stopped.

I looked back at him. He hands removed from my sweater and he looked at me. "W-why'd you stop?"