A Brief Inquiry Into (Real) Relationships

bittersweet

Sun filtered through the almost closed blinds as Dream's eyes fluttered open, warmth against his chest and a murky dreamlike state still consuming his body. Something relating with clouds and the sky, covering his whole being in smothering love and peace. Droplets of light splattering across his skin, creating darkened freckles of sunspots, it was beauty in its purest essence.

And as that reality faded away, a new heaven formed before him, in the form of brunet waves nuzzled against his chest, soft snores ringing through his ears. A blinding light filled his brain, white against his murky thoughts.

His heart stuttered beneath his chest as his room came into view, the sounds of birds outside his window, wind fluttering between leaves, and the clatter of plates and voices on the other side of the door all flooded his ear without warning and he noticed that-

Oh.

Dream's face blossomed into deep pinks as he realized that not only was the boy's head on his chest, but his body lay fully on top of him, his own arms instinctively around his waist while the smaller's lay against his chest.

His already pounding heart continued to thump it's drum of ongoing anxiety, waves of water and peace despite the raging fear and confusion muddling his thoughts. What was he supposed to do ? Lay there and wait for him to wake up? Push everything he'd ever wanted off of him? Pretend nothing happened and that he hadn't bear hugged him to his chest during their sleep? Wait for-

"You're thinking too loud, I can practically hear you," George mumbled, voice thick and groggy from sleep as he peeped his eyes open and shifted on top of him. The pinks quickly turned the reds against Dream's tan skin as he shook his head and tried to laugh it off.

"Shut up," he responded, one of the hands resting on the boy's hips moving to rub at his own eyes, trying to come to his senses a little more (definitely not trying to avoid the boy's blown out brown eyes and slightly open mouth as he looked up at him).

"Mmm, no I won't, actually."

A deep laugh spread through his chest as his other hand idly ran over the brunet's waist, eyes rolling to try and take away some of the fluttering in his gut at George's smile.

"You're so-"

Dream paused, ears perking up at a familiar voice and a door unlocking from the story below them. His childhood home hadn't been renowned as the most soundproof, and if one thing stayed true, it was that.

A flick to his forehead shot him out of his trance, as giggles flooded his ears and he swatted away the pale hand.

"You are literally a dog, I watched your ears perk up-"

"-Oh my god, shut up, I was listening to s-"

His own sentence was cut off again, but this time by external forces as George placed his hands flat against the taller's chest and sat up to straddle the boy where he was, face still close enough to have a conversation. It took all of Dream to not reach out and grab his pale skin, rip into it with his teeth and take him apart right there.
Burning spread down from his ears all through his body, sparks in his gut as a gentle smile remained on the brunet's face, eyes bright and wide.

"I, uh," Dream stuttered, swallowing thickly as he pathetically attempted to continue his sentence, "I- I heard the, uh, door, and I think, uhm, the family my mom was telling you about is, uhm, is here."

With a soft "oh!", George nodded, his fingers drumming against the taller's chest before turning his head to his just opened suitcase against the floor.

"We should get ready then?"

Without moving his eyes, Dream nodded slowly, the heat encapsulating his entire body coming off in thick waves and spreading throughout the air. With a swift motion, George swung his legs off of him and moved to grab clothes.