The Apocalypse [Dreamnotfound AU]

Fuck The Apocalypse

Tw: swearing

It's sometime later when Dream opens his eyes, and realizes he's fallen asleep, with George in his arms.

It's still night out, and George is sleeping peacefully, his cheek pressed against his chest, his breathing steady. For a moment, the sight knocks the breath out of Dream's lungs. Had everything just been a dream?

But then, George shifts in his arms, his eyes fluttering open. He groans lightly, tipping his head back to meet Dream's gaze. "What time is it?"

Dream just shrugs, biting back a smile. "How should I know, idiot? I fell asleep, too."

George sighs and closes his eyes again. Then, he murmurs, "We should get back to the others. They're probably worried."

A twinge of regret hits Dream. He doesn't really want to leave, not when he could stay here, alone with George. But he pictures Sapnap and Bad and Techno and realizes that they probably are worried.

So he squeezes George gently and says, "Alright. Let's go."

Dream helps to untangle George from his arms, and they both stand, ready to leave. Until Dream realizes that both of them are naked and George's mussed hair and swollen lips probably mirror his own. Crap, he thinks. They're gonna have to fix that or the others will figure it out.

"George," he says, as George wraps his arms around his chest, shivering a little. "Forgetting something?"

He grabs George's clothes off the floor, and moves closer to him. George just blinks at him, too sleepy to complain as Dream helps him tug on his pants and his hoodie. Dream can't help himself, and he grazes George's skin a little more often than necessary, the regret deepening once George's clothes are fully covering him.

He yanks on his own pants in half a second and is about to do the same with his hoodie when he realizes that George is staring at him.

"What?" he asks, suddenly self-conscious as George's eyes trail slowly over his bare torso.

George meets his gaze, the teasing glint there replacing some of the sleepiness. "Since when were you so ripped?"

Dream scoffs and looks down at himself and...

And realizes that George is right. Where his stomach used to be flat, he's now got layers of muscle. Even his arms are thicker than he remembered.

George takes a step closer, reaching a hand out and placing it flat on Dream's muscled abdomen. "Guess it's from fighting all those zombies, huh?" George asks, but Dream can't answer. Not as George's hand slides slowly upward, tracing every inch of his chest until he's shivering slightly.

Then, Dream remembers what George had said before, and his eyes - which had fluttered shut - snap open. Dream grabs George's hand before it can touch anything else, and George just smirks up at him, taunting. "You little..." Dream starts, but can't think of anything, not as he watches George's mouth curve into a smile. "We have to get back, remember?" he says instead. He lets go of George's hand only to pull on his hoodie, then grabs it again and starts leading them out of the woods.

When they reach the edge of the woods, talk and laughter reach them, and Dream spots the firepit still burning between their friends, who don't seem to have realized their absence. George makes to let go of his hand and step toward the little camp, but Dream tightens his hold, suddenly remembering all that had happened between them.

"Wait, George" he says, and George turns to look at him, his eyes bright. Dream clears his throat, feeling his cheeks warm. "I just wanted to say that... this means a lot to to me," he forces himself to continue. "This. You," he adds, meeting George's gaze.