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Drunk and inlove with Dream

"Dream, could you set the table?" George asked as they finished making dinner and desert.

"Already done!!!" Dream replided. George smiled, knowing Dream thought to do it himself, he knew it was nothing to smile about, but everything Dream did made George smile. Exept the fact that Dream would never love him back... that one hurt. George continued to fake smile as everyone sat down to dinner. 

"Can you pass me the butter Sapnap?" Karl asked across the table, "Thank you Dream and George!"

"Yeah, thanks guys!" Sapnap followed.

"Your welcome!" Dream and George said together, smiling, thinking back to the flour fight. They let out a few giggles before turning back to the food. George felt awful for letting his thoughts ruin everything the two of them did, but they were just too much to control.

"So how was your day George? You weren't really around the house today." Karl tilted his head, he knew something was up, he always knew.

George gulped, "I was just wandering around town, it's no big deal." He poked the food on his plate with his fork, eating none of it.

Karl stared at George a few more seconds, not beliving him. Karl eventually turned back to his dinner.

Dream tilted his head, obviously something was wrong, Karl always knew what was going on with George, and Karl wouldn't just make stuff up. Karl was deffinitly concerned for George, and Dream wondered why, George seemed fine early when they were making desert.

See, George was one of Dream's best friends, exept Dream may or maynot have feelings for George. It was so stupid, George probably didn't even feel the same. They were meant to be friends, nothing more. Platonic soulmates if anything at all, he knew there was some sort of conection on both sides. Dream wish he could muster up the courage to tell George, but he'd probably just think it was another joke, becuase they made jokes like this so much. When he first relized his feelings it had seemed impossible to even admit to Sapnap that he had a crush, nevermind actully telling George. 

George got up and cleaned his dinner plates, "I'm going out to run some errends, I won't be back till later this night." He walked out of the door a few seconds later.

"So, Dream when are you going to confess?" Sapnap smirked.

"Never. I'm not going to ruin out friendship, I mean he probably does even like me back!" Dream sighed, "Look, it's just never going to happen."

Karl and Sapnap gave eachother a look. 

"I mean, you only live once... right? Go for it, if he doesn't like you back then just continue being friends." Karl chimmed in.

Dream shook his head, "What if he doesn't like me back, and doesn't want to be friends anymore. Like of course I'd let him leave, but it would hurt so much."

"Okay, well do what you want, but do it soon. Plus it sound like you really care about him, so don't let your fears take over , becuase one day you'll realize it's too late and you'll never know the truth" Karl smiled, taking his and Sapnap's plates he went and did the dished. Dream brought his plate over to and offered to help, but Karl insisted it was his turn to do the dishes. Dream checked the time, it was 9:00 pm.

"I'm going to go to be early! Don't be two loud tonight, I didn't get any sleep last night becuase of you two love birds," He chuckled.

"Okay! Goodnight!" The three of them laughed, knowing damn well Sapnap wasn't goging to let Karl walk tomorrow after this. Karl jokingly glared at Dream pretending to be mad at him for saying anything.

Dream walked to his room. There were three bedrooms in their apartment so he and George got their own rooms, but Karl and Sapnap had to share, but they had wanted to share a room in the first place. So it was a win-win for everyone. Dream laughed to himself. He turned the Ac on and laid in his bed with just boxers on. He turned his phone on and scrolled through twitter for a hour or two. Eventually he clicked on George's twitter and smiled. 

George looked so hot in all the photos. Dream felt himself getting horny from just the pictures. How he wished George would just like him back, then he wouldn't have to handle it by himself. He started getting harder as he thought of George. He switched his phone to his left hand, and reached down. He started palming himself through his boxers. He tried the hardest not to moan even though he probably wouldn't be heard over Karls very loud moans in the room over. 

He took his boxers off and laid his phone on the floor. He started using both hands. just as he was about to cum George walked in the room. "MMHMM." he moaned as he finished. He quickly threw his boxers back on, trying to hide the fact he just finished to pictures of George.

"George!! what are you doing-?" Dream asked, getting up out of his bed, as George walked over. He studied George, as they stared at eachother for a few seconds. George looked as perfect as ever, but it still confused dream.

"Dream, I love you~" George said before he kissed Dream. Dream was confused but kissed him back anyway. Dream tasted acohol,  but couldn't place just what, it was a very strong taste though. He pushed George away, "You're drunk!" Dream sputtered out. 

"Yeaaaaa and?? What about it??" George tried to kiss Dream again. Dream pushed him away once more and grabbed his phone, it was 1 am. 

"George you have to go to bed." Dream shook his head. He was so stupid, of course George was drunk! George didn't really like him back.

"No!" George winned, "I don't want to go to bed. I want you~" George grunted, "Pleaseee~???"

"Not tonight. Maybe when you're not drunk. Follow me." Dream said firmly, taking George to his room.

"Okay," George wined followed Dream willingly.

Dream opened Georges draw trying to find a change of clothes for the drunk boy. He finally found a T-shirt and shorts amoung all the longselves and pants. It never made sense to Dream why George wore them durning the summer when it was hot out, but he never questioned.

"George, get changed." 

"Okay!" George started to get undressed. He noticed Dream wasn't looking.

"Dream~ why won't you look?"

"Because."

"You're no fun Dream. You know that right?" George chuckled. He was now in just his boxers. Dream quickly looked over to check on George, making sure the shoter boy wasn't trying to drunkly kill himself. He saw all the burns and scars that laced George's body. There were even a bunch of big purple brusies. 

"George what happened to you!?" Dream shouted.

"You don't love me back, that's what happened. No one loves me." George bursted out laughing as if it was odvious.

"No, No. No. George, I love you so much, but you're drunk right now,"

"You just love me as a friend though." George pouted as he finished getting dressed.

Dream walked over and hugged George, "No. I love you as more George." It felt wrong to say it out loud to a drunk George. George wouldn't even remeber, why was he so worried?

George rested his head on Dream's chest. Dream's hands caressed Geoorge's waist. and he hugged George as tight as he could. 

"You love me?" George sniffled.

"Mhm, I do love you." Dream wispered softly.

"I love you too Dream." 

They stood like that for a few minutes until Dream could feel that George was starting to fall asleep in his arms. Dream debated leave George alone in the older boy's own room, but he was worried, so he carried George back into his bedroom room and laid him down on the bed. He put on a shirt and got under the covers with George. He wrapped his arms around the older boy as they fell asleep.

1366 words!! Have a good day <333