original: maybe i wasn't joking | dreamnotfound smut

ch. 5

Dream was blissfully unaware of what happened yesterday when he first woke up.

He stretched out, reaching for where George usually was.

But, there was no one there.

Reality crashed in, the events from the day before flooding Dream's mind. He grit his teeth in regret. He needs to go say something. If he can just explain himself to George, he's sure everything will work out. Besides, it was just a joke that went too far, he didn't want to actually kiss George.

Dream obsessed over what he was going to say for a while. Anxiously preparing to face George and the unfortunate consequences of his actions.

Finally, Dream stood up, determined to fix things, no matter the cost.

He strode into George's room, focused, opening the door with a bang.

Okay, a little too enthusiastic.

George stirred from the bed slightly, letting out a confused grunt at the intrusion.

Dream doesn't give him a chance to say anything or wake up fully. He plants himself on the bed, twisting to look at George.

Dream takes a deep breath, immediately blurting out the words he prepared to say to George. "About what happened yesterday, I didn't mean to do that. I took it too far, I understand that, and I'll never do any joke like that ever again so-" Dream rambles as George sits up tiredly, cutting him off by pushing a finger against Dream's lips.

"Let's just move on, okay?" George says, laughing softly at Dream's smushed lips.

"Well, I-" Dream starts and is interrupted by George shushing him, gently shaking his head.

"It's fine, Dream. I'm not upset."

"O-oh, okay," Dream says, nodding slowly as George pulls his hand away.

"I just took the joke the wrong way," George chuckles, shrugging. "And, you did tell me to actually use my own room for once," he laughed softly.

"You're always welcome in my bed, though. Just so you know," Dream offered quickly.

"Yeah, I know," George giggled at Dream's concern. His face became serious a moment after, swinging his head up to look directly at Dream, "Oh, shit. Wait, what's today?"

Dream scratches his head, trying unsuccessfully to think fast enough, "Umm. I think, uhhhh, Thursday?"

George clapped gleefully, successfully changing the topic that he didn't want to talk about to something more exciting. "It's your birthday! Happy birthday, Dream!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms around Dream's neck in a tight embrace.

"Oh, I totally forgot about that," Dream mumbled, gently pressing George against him with his hands on the other's back.

George pulled back, smiling brightly, "So, what do you wanna do today?"

"Is it too soon to say birthday sex?"

George groaned. "It's always too soon," he said exasperated.

"Then, I dunno. I usually don't really do anything for my birthday. Unless someone else plans it."

George gasped. "No! That's so sad! We have to do something super special, especially since I'm here."

"Okay," Dream agreed, happy and relieved that the worst case scenario he prepared for didn't happen.

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"So, you're not telling me where we're going and you're driving? This could very well be my last birthday."