middle of the night

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it started to get late. george knew that it would be even later for wilbur (since he lived in a different time zone). claiming he was tired, wilbur said goodbye to george and ended the call.

george decided to get ready for bed, he changed into his nightwear then started to lock up the house and turn off all the lights. after checking his notifications and turning off his pc, george got into bed.

lying there, eyes wide open. only thoughts of dream, his now boyfriend, running through his mind. he couldn't help but blush and feel butterflies, as he thought about the practically perfect boy.

quietly, the bedroom door opened and there stood a tall figure. he whispered,  "hey george, george are you awake?"
he sat up in bed and replied, "yeah what's up why are you not in bed?"

dream explained that he couldn't sleep and wondered if he could get in bed with george.
"of course you can, come here."

dream closed the door and got into the bed with george. they had fallen asleep in the same room before but they'd never slept in the same bed.

george wrapped his arms around dream and held him tightly. dream settled his head on george's chest and slipped his hands under george's back.

"i'm really happy you said yes george"

"i'm happy you asked, i would have asked but i was too scared"

"oh you're adorable. i had thought about asking for a while but i didn't want to make you uncomfortable since i didn't know if you were into guys or not."

"to be honest dream, i didn't know for a long time either. not until i met you. then i realised that i was so so very gay."

"you're hilarious."  both giggled.

"how did you end up finding out i was gay then?"

"oh karl told me while you were showering. he said that it was weird, whenever i asked you to do something you did it straight away, he asked me if i liked you and i confessed to him. then he asked me what i was going to do about it, i said basically nothing because i didn't know if you liked me back. then he told me you was gay too."

"oh so that's why you was blushing when i came out of the shower?"

"i was blushing because you're so hot, dream." george smirked "seeing you with nothing but a towel wrapped around your waist made me slightly overwhelmed."

the conversation died down after a while, both of the boys trying to now sleep.

george spoke without realising.

not expecting a reply "i love you dream"

"i love you too george"

both of them leaned in closer and got comfortable again. drifting off to sleep together.

dreaming of each other all night long.

a/n
hey i haven't written in a while but now i'm trying to start up again. more motivation now so expect more soon :)

any suggestions or comments?

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