Jealousy is attractive when its on him - Quackbur

Chapter 12- Honeymoon

George woke to the sunlight seeping through the curtains. A strong muscular arm was snaked around his waist and another sat flat palmed on his chest. He smiled at the warmth. As much as George's husband had been painted out to be this horrible person, he really was a softie at heart. Always so genuine and kind to George. George let out a deep breath staring at the light spilling through the royal blue curtains. This was the honeymoon phase, and he never wanted it to end. He pressed a soft kiss to Dream's forehead before pulling the blonde's hands from his bare sweaty chest. He carefully tiptoed to the bathroom, careful not to wake the man who slept soundly in the king sized bed. He turned the shower to a lukewarm temperature, testing it with his calloused fingers. He waited for it to heat up a little as he wandered over to the mirror. The floor was tiled with a gold tile, the shower was a white tile with little flakes of gold flecks littering across them, the towels were a crisp white and a single light that looked like the most fanciest thing in the room lightly illuminated George's features as he stood brushing his hair from his face in the mirror. He pulled off his pants and boxers and threw them to the side, stepping into the warm water which rushed eagerly waiting for him. A small shiver was sent trailing down his spine as the warm water hit his cold face. The door creaked open causing him to swipe the water from his eye area. Dream tore off his clothes and slipped into the shower next to George. He grabbed the brunette by his waist and pulled him close. Their noses touched and George giggled. Dream's hot breath prickled against George's pale skin. George's hands reached up combing the wet hair off the taller man's face. Dream pressed soft kisses along George's collarbone, causing the brunette to let out a small gasp. The blonde's lips were a lot colder than he had anticipated. Dream found a soft spot on George's neck sucking it softly. Dream detached himself and thumbed over the small spot on George's neck. He laughed at how easy it was to leave a mark on the pale boy. He leant into George's face pressing their lips together, his hands travelling slowly from George's waist to his jaw. He broke the kiss reaching to the floor to pick up a small bottle. George smiled, turning around. Dream took off the cap rubbing the shiny liquid through his hands. He slowly applied the shampoo to George's hair. Careful to apply it all over the brunette's soft hair.