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He followed closely beside Dream, their arms hooked together as the two boys made their way towards the end of the hallway. they reached the door, and as Dream fumbled with the key card with one hand, George's already intertwined arm slowly slipped down to his hand.

Their fingers loosely locked together as George pulled himself closer to Dream, his back against the door, their noses almost touching. His hot breath hit Dream's face and traced down his neck, sparks tracing down his back, melting every nerve ending it found.

When Dream finally got the door open, George pulled him inside by his collar, the top button slipping apart, exposing his bare skin to the cold, midnight air. He kicked the door shut behind them with one foot and stood on his toes on the other, his face almost level with Dream's, as he leans towards his ear, sending more shockwaves across the blonde's skin. His lips made the lightest contact with Dream's earlobe, drawing a shiver from his body. The warmth of George's breath and the icy cold touch of his lips on his skin melted Dream to the core. Dream gently ran his hand up George's side, behind his neck and through his hair, the thick, soft locks curling between his fingers.

He slowly dragged his lips down Dream's jaw and to his chin, before stepping back, lightly pushing him into the bedroom and disappearing down the hall, presumably to his own room.

Dream stood and watched George for a moment, completely in awe of the man before him. The man he'd only met in person a few days ago, the man who insisted they're just friends, the same man who danced with Dream all night, kept him wrapped around him like a safety blanket, the man who wouldn't let him tear his attention away from him, as if he would ever want to.

A faint sigh left Dream's lips as he turned towards the large bedroom. The double bed sat on the far end of the room, right next to the floor-to-roof window that seemed to overlook all of New York. He stood by the window for a while, taking it all in. Dream hadn't been to New York for a while, and certainly hadn't seen it like this.

He sighs once again and turns away from the window, pulling his blazer off and throwing it onto the bed. The whole room was dark, but Dream didn't mind. After all, the dark was his home. He collapsed onto the two seater couch on the other side of the bed, and turned on the small table lamp beside him, so he could see slightly more than before. It wasn't enough light to steal the darkness from him, but enough to bring warmth to the hollows of his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, and for light to catch between the soft strands of dark golden hair falling in front of his face. His head lulled to the side, resting on the cushion behind him. Eyes closed, he breathed deeply, his Adam's apple protruding sharply from the confines of his neck as he feels the darkness flood his lungs. The sharp lines formed by his neck and shoulders were caught and accentuated by the dim light, shifting slightly with each inhale and exhale.

After a few minutes, he was pulled from his thoughts by a faint knocking by the door. Dream lulled his head around until he was upright, facing the source of the sound. The moment Dream opened his eyes, the faint red flush returned to his face as he gazed at the wonder before him.

George had returned, and was leaning against the doorway.

Instead of the suit he previously wore, he stood before Dream in sheer, lace trimmed thigh high stockings, boxer briefs, and his white button down draped over his body, as all of the buttons were undone, hanging by his sides.

The minimal light from the lamp beside Dream didn't overly expose him, but it caught just enough of George's finer details, like the crevices between each of his ribs, the slight definition in the muscles running down his stomach, and oh, that look that made Dream's heart race whenever he'd catch even a glimpse of it, with the softness in his dark eyes, and the dimples on the apples of his cheeks, caused by the slightest turn of the corner of his lips. The warm luminescence wove through his dark, almost black locks of hair, like Dream's hands were only minutes before.