Gay Bois (dsmp)

🦥Clingy 🦥(Dnf)

(Help it's 3:00 AM on a school night what is my life make me sleep)

Dream woke up to George laying on him, still asleep. Dream smiled and then realized how badly he had to go to the bathroom. He and George had ordered food last night, and he had a LOT of lemonade last night. He tried to move without waking George up, but failed. George groaned and woke up despite Dream's efforts.

"What time is it?" George mumbled with a yawn, still mostly asleep.

"Uhhh... I think... 10:30 AM?" Dream replied

He and George were both night owls, neither one of them got up super early.

"Oh... okay... what's for breakfast?" George asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"I can get us some coffee..."

"Yeah that sounds good. Can I go with you?"

"Uh... okay... I guess?"

Dream remembered how bad he had to go to the bathroom and why he had woken up George in the first place. He mumbled something about the bathroom and moved George off of him, running into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.

"Rude..." Said George, sighing. 

George realized he should probably get dressed, so he got up, stretched, and walked over to the closet. He grabbed one of Dream's hoodies and pulled it over his head, followed by a pair of his own jeans, underwear and some socks. He was tying his shoe when Dream came out of the bathroom and saw George in his hoodie.

"Comfy?" He asked, smirking.

"Mmf... shut up." Said George, blushing. 

Dream smirked and got dressed in a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants (yeah I did that watcha gonna do? lol) some socks, and some underwear.

"Nice underwear." George snickered at the fact Dream was wearing grey boxers with creepers on it.

"Yeah yeah... laugh it up chuckles..." Dream said, making George laugh a little more.

Dream tied his shoes, grabbed his phone and wallet, and started out the door. George hesitated. 

"Well? Are you coming or staying here?" Dream asked, watching George stand in the doorway.

George was suddenly feeling very clingy, but George was never the type to admit anything like that. So as he walked out the doorway, he pretended to trip and hurt himself. A worried Dream rushed over.

"Are you okay?"

The concern in the blonde boy's words stung George a little bit, he knew he was lying and yet Dream was worried he was being truthful. But he was still clingy, and he would have to carry though with it at this point anyway, wouldn't he?

"Yeah, I'm okay, I guess. I kinda fell on my leg weird..." George lied.

"Which leg?" Dream asked, even more worried.

George pointed to his left leg and Dream felt around it, trying to make sure nothing was broken. George pretended to wince.

"It doesn't feel broken... but you might have sprained it or bruised it. Come on, let's get you inside. Can you walk?" Dream said, offering a hand to George.

"I don't think so... but what about me going with you?" George asked, a hint of worry in his voice, as his lie may have cost him more trouble.

"Okay... I'll have to carry you then. And if you're hurt, you shouldn't be going anywhere."

George knew one of Dream's weaknesses. He gave him the biggest, saddest, cutest puppy dog eyes he could. The big, brown eyes were too much for Dream, and he gave in.

"Fine... but you're not walking ANYWHERE. Got it? I'll carry you." Dream said, giving George exactly what he wanted without realizing it.

"Okay..." George agreed, nodding. 

Dream carefully picked up George bridal style and carried him to the car. George rested his head against Dream's chest, even more clingy than before and secretly loving being carried. Dream set George in the passenger seat and George buckled up as Dream got in the drivers seat. They drove, laughing and talking about nothing and everything all at the same time. When they arrived home with the coffee, Dream had a Caramel Cappuccino, and George had a Pumpkin spice latte. George got out with his coffee and was confused when Dream had a surprised look on his face. 

"What?" He asked, tilting his head.

Dream pointed to his leg and George realized he was standing just fine. Like an idiot. A lying. IDIOT. George sighed and decided to tell Dream what was really going on.

"Fine... I never actually hurt my leg, I just wanted some time with you... like... snuggles and cuddles today..." George said, looking down at his feet.

"So you're clingy?" Dream asked, not sounding mad at all.

"Yeah, I guess..." George said, still worried Dream was going to be mad at him.

Dream came over and held George's hand. Dream smiled, letting George know he wasn't mad at all.

"Come on, let's drink the coffee and go lay down and cuddle." Dream said, smiling.

George liked this plan. So they went inside, drank their coffee and chatted, then went upstairs and cuddled, George laying his head on Dream's chest again. George soon fell asleep to the steady *Ba-dump, Ba-dump* of Dream's heartbeat.

"Goodnight, gogy..." Dream said, ruffling George's hair before falling asleep himself.