British boy :] /// DNF highschool AU

ch. 11- seems a bit homosexual

George POV:

'Ohmygod you are going to spend a night in Dream's room, calm down, it's just Dream, he's probably straight anyways and doesn't like you like tha-' My thoughts got interrupted by the also blushing Dream.

"So like, I have only one bed in my room, so we can share or you can sleep there and I'll just sleep on the floor cuz I don't wanna make you uncomfor-" I cut him off before he started rambling.

"Oh don't worry about that, we'll just share the bed i-it's cool, 'no it's not cool nothing is cool you're sharing a bed with your crush- wait no you're sharing your crushes bed with him' don't worry about it, you can just kick me off if I'm bothering you" I joke, trying to cover up the nervousness.

"O-okay, that's cool, you can throw me off too if I'm taking up too much space, although I doubt you'll have to, since you barely take up any, shortie" He emphasized the last word, making my blush more prominent than before. 'Why do I like that nickname? Him? Both? I don't know, and I'm not trying to know either'

"Hey! I'm not short, I'm average height! You're just a giant!" I snapped back, still extremely flustered.

"Oh come on now, you know you like it when I call you short" Dream said in a flirty tone.

"Maybeido" I muttered under my breath, both intending him to hear and not to hear.

"W-what?" Dream asked, clearly flustered, all cockiness leaving his tone.

"Nothing, where's the bathroom so I can change into my pyjamas?"

"I-it's right here, I'll be in my room, okay?"

"Okay" I said, grabbing my bag with the clothes I brought, locking the door behind me. I had brought a baby blue cropped GeorgeNotFound hoodie,(pretend his merch shop has one at time of writing) a baby blue tennis skirt and black sweatpants. So no hoodie or t-shirt to sleep in. Great. I put on my pants and take off my shirt, gathering all my confidence to go ask Dream for one. I walk out the bathroom, straight into Dream's room and open his door.

"Hey Dream could I-" I froze, looking up at the sight in front of me. A shirtless Dream, finishing putting on grey sweats. 'Jesus fucking christ he's hot... He looks like he could beat me up... And I'd thank him... Wait what?' He was muscular, looking like he does work out. His muscular arms, toned chest and defined eleven line abs against his tanned skin were doing things to me. His hair falling in front of his angular face, framing it nicely. I realized he was blushing hard and his gaze met mine.

Dream POV:

I was pretty much done putting on my sweats, when my door opened, and I heard George's familiar voice.

"Hey Dream could I-" I have no idea wether he stopped speaking or if I just didn't hear him, my brain actually shattered at the sight in front of me. 'Fuck he's hot, jesus fucking christ I want to take him by his wrists and pin him against-' I couldn't keep my mind out off the gutter and my eyes off him. George, shirtless and blushing. His slim but toned figure, his pale skin contrasting his coffee brown hair. I saw his blush get deeper as we locked eyes.

"Could-I I didn't bring any shirts or hoodies, c-could I maybe borrow one?" he stammered out, blushing profusely.

"Uhh sure just lemme-" my brain malfunctioned while trying to say yes, I just need to find one.

George POV:

"Uhh sure, just lemme-" he trailed off, or if he spoke, I didn't realize it. I was too busy staring at his toned back and shoulders. 'Fuck. I'm down bad. I'm fucked.' I thought to myself. The little spots on his skin looked like stars in the night sky, if stars were darker than the sky. The way his muscles tensed and relaxed while moving around was almost hypnotizing to watch.

"So I uh, I couldn't find a clean t-shirt or hoodie for the life of me, and the cleanest one I have is the hoodie I just wore, is that fine?" Dream asked, furiously blushing, and I secretly hoped it wasn't because of embarrassment.

"Y-yeah, that's fine, don't worry about that" I managed to speak a coherent sentence, which exceeded my expectations considering how down bad I was.

"Alright, well as you can see, I am not wearing a shirt so I'll put that on real quick" he said, after throwing me his hoodie. His hoodie. It smelled like him, he had just worn it, I swear if you asked me to name the color of the wall I wouldn't be able to do so, not because I'm colorblind, but because I was still processing seeing him shirtless, sharing a bed with him and wearing the hoodie he just wore, which smelled like him.

Of course he started putting on his slightly translucent, black skintight t-shirt right in front of me. The way his body moved, his skin creased, his muscles flexed and loosened, wait shit I should start putting on my shirt before he finds this suspicious-

Dream POV:

As I was putting on my shirt, I felt a pair of eyes on me. His eyes. Fuck, him staring at me feels surreal, something I could never get enough of. But all good must come to an end, and his eyes moved down to the floor in embarrassment just as I got done with my shirt. Now it was time for me to enjoy the view, and enjoy it I did. If I said Santa Claus didn't sue me for copyright infringement due to the deep shade of red coating my skin, I would barely be lying. Watching his muscles work together in harmony, the gigantic black hoodie with my signature smiley on it effortlessly sliding onto his body, and how damn cute he looked wearing that thing. The hem of the hoodie came down to his thighs, the sleeves making sweater paws and the hood engulfing his head, eating it whole.

"C'mon, let's go sleep, we definitely need that," I said, bright red, patting the spot next to me with my hand.

"Alright, let's get sleep Dreamie, goodnight" he sleepily muttered. Climbing in. And getting really up close and personal, actually cuddling with me.

This is the Oxford dictionary definition of gay panic. Cuddling with your crush, heart racing to all hell and back, but still feeling... Safe. Comfortable. This is exactly what I've craved, affection. Physical touch. Fuck, I needed this.

'We both needed this'

WC : 1121

LETS FUCKING GOO OVER A THOUSAND WORD CHAP FINALLY ITS THE WEEKEND SO I MIGHT WRITE MORE AND LONGER IDK IM LOSING MOTIVATION QUICKLY BUT I WANT TO FINISH IT

THIS HAS BEEN IN MY HEAD ON REPEAT BUT ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW HOT VIC MAKING OUT WITH THAT GIRL AND THE BLOOD WAS

IM THIS FUCKING CLOSE TO GETTING A MULLET

IT'S TWO AM THATS WHY I'M SCREAMING IN TEXT

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