Human

chapter nine

George sat uncomfortably on the bathroom toilet, frowning. Today, his sister was cutting his hair, and George was forgetting about last night.

"Not too short," He told Nadine, closing his eyes.

She rolled her eyes, swatting at him. "Im almost done, quit bickering at me."

He frowned, looking down at his hands in his lap. She was so bossy at times.

"All done!" She announced, smiling. She took a step back as he stood. "When you get out of the shower, ive got a surprise for you in your room."

George smiled, "Is it a new set of parents?"

"Even better!" Nadine faked a gasp, "Its a new life!"

"Can you get hair free clothes for me, then?" He pouted at her, batting his eyelashes. "And my binder, please. My clean one is on my bed."

"I hate you," She sighed, taking her leave.

"Thank you, i love you too!"

George showered with the lights off. It was easier to shower in the dark than to look down at things that didnt belong to you.

One thing that helped, was using mens shampoo and body wash. He'd shut his eyes tight and let the scent of it all remind him of who he was. That worked sometimes, too.

Once out, he blow dried and styled his hair as usual, though his mind was busy on what was waiting for him in his room. He got dressed, pulled on his fuzzy socks, and slowly made his way into his bedroom.

His heart jumped to his throat when he locked eyes with Dream.

Dream, who stood awkwardly by Georges bed, his phone by his ear.

"I gotta go," He said quietly. He didnt wait for the other person to answer before he hung up. "Can we talk?"

"About?" Asked George, tearing his eyes away. He shoved his clothes into his laundry basket passive aggressively, then made his way over to his desk, where his Testosterone gel was.

"Wait, let me do it." He hadnt known when, but Dream was by his side. He looked at George through the mirror, holding out a hand. "Please?"

"Youll need to wash your hands right after." George said slowly, handing him the tube.

"Thats okay." Dream looked down at the tube, then back at him. "Where do you apply this?"

"My thigh," He answered, turning to face him. "Ill sit."

"Okay."

George sat down on his bed. He pulled his shorts up as far as they could go, exposing his skin.

"Pump it into your fingers, not your palm." George instructed, watching him.

Dream kneeled down in front of George, looking at him. "How many pumps?"

"Four," He answered. "Two per thigh. Front and inner thigh."

Dream nodded, staying silent. He gave himself two pumps of the gel onto the tip of his fingers, and slowly spread it out onto Georges thigh.

George watched with flushed cheeks as Dream massaged the gel into his skin. Usually he did both at once, Dream didnt seem to know to do that.

Dream glanced up at him as he finished, "Is that okay?"

"Yeah," George nodded. He cleared his throat, "You can set it on my dresser and wash your hands; with soap."

He avoided Dreams eyes as he left the room. He felt his cheeks were flushed. Honestly? He was embarrassed. George tugged his shorts back down, and scooted back on his bed a little.