Concrete Angel - dreamnotfound

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TW: slight nsfw, homophobia, abuse (skip to second bold if you need to)

George rolled over and fluttered his eyes open to see Dream sitting up on the bed frame on his phone. His messy dirty blonde hair was just over his forehead when he looked over to see George awake.

"Good morning." Dream spoke up. His voice was still raspy from waking up moments prior.

"Morning." George stretched his arms back behind his head. Dream looked back to his phone and continued whatever he was doing. George got up immediately after their interaction and went to the bathroom.

He took his toothbrush and splotched some toothpaste on it, ran it under water and put it into his mouth. While brushing his teeth, a knock at the door interrupted him.

"I'm in here!" He shouted back, toothpaste oozing out of the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah, I know. Let me in." He hears Dream say. He slowly opens the door to see Dream shirtless and only in his pajama pants. He holds towels and his phone in his hands and George moves out of the way to let the blonde through.

Dream saw the way the toothpaste fell out of the brunette's mouth when they made eye contact and the first thing he thought of was how George would look if something else replaced the toothpaste.

What the fuck.

The taller blonde walked past the boy nervously as he placed his towels on the toilet seat. He looked at his phone for no reason other than the fact that he was scared to make any sort of eye contact.

George on the other hand was super flustered. He's never seen his friend like that before. His face went pink at the sight of Dream with his shirt off. He continues to brush his teeth and once he's finished, he turns to look at the blonde who was looking down at his phone. George's eyes moved up and down Dream's body.

Dream looked up to see George staring and smirked. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." He winked.

George shook his head to get himself refocused on reality and scoffed. "No, I wasn't-" George stopped and looked down, obviously embarrassed. Dream walked over to George slowly and put his finger on George's chin and tipped it upward.

"Oh come on now, George." He said in a low tone. "I noticed that you were eyeing me up and down. I saw that look on your face." He continued. George gulped and looked Dream in his eyes. He didn't know what to say at that moment, he was more nervous than he was before Dream walked in. "Say something, George. I know you want to."

"I-I was thinking about something else. I wasn't just looking at you." George finally spoke.

"Oh, is that so? Then what were you thinking about?" Dream smirked, laying his hands on George's hips. George remembered their heated moment from last night and his face flushed pink once again.

"M-my dad." He stutters out. "I should probably go tell him I'll be home soon. It is his birthday coming up soon. And I haven't bought him anything." He says. It wasn't a total lie, his fathers birthday was coming up, although in 2 weeks. But he's never celebrated that day with his father.

"Alright then. But are you sure you don't want that picture?" Dream looked down at the smaller boy. George scoffed and pushed away.

"No no, give me a hug Georgie. I want a goodbye hug."

"No, I don't like hugs."

"You'll like mine, come here." Dream reached out. George caved in and took in the warmth of Dream. He liked it, though he doesn't show his emotions often, he really liked his hug. George was about to pull away until he felt a hot breath on his ear.