maybe i wasn't joking | dreamnotfound smut

ch. 18

They didn't make it very far after the shower, falling asleep from so many festive, and other more strenuous, activities. The morning slipped passed as they spent their first Christmas together, a day long awaited much sweeter than envisioned.

George rubbed his eyes, disoriented as he was pulled out of this unplanned nap. Dream's face was right in front of him, so peaceful and calm, such a rarity from his usual devious demeanor. George ran his hand gently over his cheek, the touch so light, like he was doing something he wasn't supposed to.

He smiled to himself, at how much his life had changed, not just moving in with Dream, but, when he met him that very first time online.

George had the same thought now as he did back then.

Woah, he really liked this guy.

Dream started to stir from George's touch, reaching his hand over the one on his face.

"Mmm," he mumbled, scrunching up his nose at being awoken, George unable to look away from Dream.

"You actually have a pretty nice face," he murmured, the words slipping past his lips before he could think to stop them. The other smiled at that, opening his eyes slightly, moving closer to George.

"Are you trying to sweet talk me, George?" Dream grinned, slowly sliding a hand up the other's side.

Even though George had definitely admitted much more embarrassing things than this, he said it without any prompt, which just made Dream's words ring far too true.

George felt his face start to heat up, internally cursing at the other and himself for becoming so soft, like he was the simp or something. He shouldn't still be this affected by Dream's flirting, yet, here he was.

So, instead of responding, George just placed a kiss on Dream's lips. The other chuckled, obviously not taking the bait as distraction.

"Wait, I want to hear more about me being so attractive," he teased, moving away slightly to look George in the eyes, who didn't at all appreciate being caught lacking.

"I take it back," he huffed.

"Awww, George don't be like that," Dream laughed breathlessly, his hand curling in the other's hair, "Besides, I think you're pretty," he whispered.

George flushed deeper, looking away, always avoiding the compliments, but he couldn't help the smile on his face from forming, wanting to hear more.

Dream grinned at how the other wasn't just brushing him off for once, George basically encouraged this, so he continued, "Though, I always thought you were and I'm sure I've said it before. But, that was all through a screen. Seeing you in person, oh, I can't even begin to tell you how nothing could compare to that."

George let out a small breath, then before Dream knew it, he was flipped over onto his back, the other pinning him down.

"Dream," George breathed, "You can't say that, might give me the wrong idea, you know."

Dream was a little surprised for a moment, his eyes wide as he looked up at George. But, he quickly smoothed out his features, a teasing smile back on his face.

"Why?" Dream asked, tilting his head to the side. "Maybe I want to give you the wrong idea, did you consider that?"

"Really? Is that how it is?" George spoke, low and pressing, leaning in closer, "Do you like me or something?"

"Only as much as you do."

George rolled his eyes. "So, then, not at all. I see," he said, getting off of the other, pulling away as a taunt.