DNF Oneshots

"Best Friends"

Tw: Nothing really

George was straight. And Dream knew that very well. It was printed throughout his mind, in his journal, on random pieces of paper littered throughout his room that took hours to find and clean up whenever George arrived. There was a note in his phone, even a poster opposite his bed so as he went to sleep he could remember. It was a little ridiculous at this point, but it stopped Dream from out right flirting with the boy, settling for borderline flirtatious comments instead.

It did still hurt every time he saw the words. That his best friend would never feel the same way about him. Maybe if he stayed a girl he would've. But instead, he had to put up with having a crush on a straight guy. One who might've liked him back had he not felt the way he felt about himself.

And even worse, they were best friends. So, while he might've settled admiring him from afar, giving random rants to his friends, he was stuck admiring up close, having to hide his staring and flushed face. Admittedly he was glad he wasn't watching from a distance because at least this way he could see all of his friends beauty up close, recognizing things not visible from far away, such as the faint freckles splattered across his nose or the light pink that showed up when he flirted with him.

But George came over a lot, sometimes randomly when he just needed someone to talk to, a hug from someone, a friend to watch a movie with. So, it was hard to get over his feelings.

"Dream?" A finger poked his arm, repeatedly calling his name. This snapped Dream out of the book-like monologue he'd created in his head again. He looked over at the boy calling his name, gently patting his head to show he was paying attention to him now.

"What's up?" He asked, intercepting George's hand and gripping them tightly to stop his tapping. Said boy cocked his head to the side and looked up at him with a smile.

"Hi!" He smiled broadly, digging his head into Dream's side. The blonde chuckled at the action, releasing George's hand gently and curling a little closer to him. "The movie's ended." Came the muffled explanation from the brunette, his breath fanning across his friend's slightly exposed torso, his shirt having ridden up during the movie.

The hand still placed in George's hair began to fidget with it, brushing out the knots and gently straightening the curls. He gave a hum in response to George's question, the familiar burn of butterflies beginning to swarm in his stomach as the shorter wrapped his arms around his waist and dug his head further into his waist.

"Everything okay?" Dream asked, wondering why George was so clingy that night. He received a nod in response, and deciding not to press, he snuggled closer to him wrapping his arms around the boy, embracing the moment to cuddle.

It was late at night, and both were on Dream's bed, so he knew they could fall asleep there if they wanted to. But it wasn't his place to decide whether they did. George seemed happy to, his arms tightening as they gently fell back onto the bed.

"We need to change George." Dream whispered when the other made no effort to move.

"No" Was the response he received, along with tightened arms and a small body rolled on top of his own to trap him in place. The blonde smiled at his actions, quickly sitting up so he could collect the other in his arms and stood up. George glared at him as he did this, but wrapped his legs around Dream's waist regardless, dropping his head back into his shoulder.

'One night would be fine.' Dream thought, glancing between the mirror and the boy in his arms. 'That's not too long.'

So, ignoring the screaming thoughts in his mind to change, he wrapped the two of them under his doona (Aussie name for a quilt or whatever other countries call it) and allowed George to cuddle him.

"Are you sure everything's alright?" He asked cautiously, still unsure of the brunettes actions.

"You're warm," Came George's muffled words, his head still placed in the crook of Dream's neck. Dream chuckled in response at his actions, amused at the elder's clinginess. He gave a quick 'okay', before placing his head in the others hair.

Butterflies ran rogue throughout Dream's stomach, and at this point, he wasn't even trying to hide his blush. George didn't seem to care as his was splattered across his face, the deep red travelling down to his neck.

Placing a gentle kiss on the brunette's forehead before allowing himself to drift off into the dream world.

Maybe George was straight. And maybe sleeping and not changing was a terrible idea. But both boys, neither straight, were content just cuddling with the person they liked. Even if there was no conformation the other liked them back.

It was just comfort.

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