DNF Oneshots

Talking Is Overrated

Set during and just after Twitchcon

Tw: Implied sexual content, kinda a lead up to spice? but not actual smut cuz gross don't wanna write that 

Most of this is fluff, dw

Gentle kisses planted down Dream's torso gently as the blonde man laughed at the feeling, his hands threading through his brunette partner's hair.

"George." He chuckled quietly, smiling softly as the other responded with a gentle hum, not leaving his work. "George, we need to talk about this."

The shorter popped his head back up and gave the other a look of confusion, shifting back up Dream's body to hover above him. "About what?"

Dream sighed. "This." He gestured his hand across the space between them. "Us."

George lowered himself down on top of the taller man, kissing him softly. He gently split them apart a few seconds keeping their face's close with a slight pout. "Do we have to?" He whispered, dilated pupils flicking across the other's face. "Can't we just talk about this when we get home? Everything's kinda... chaotic right now."

He gently cupped the other's face with one hand and kissed him once more. "Can't we just be us for now?" He murmured against the mans lips.

"You promise we'll talk about it when we get home?" Dream asked hesitantly, desperately trying to push away the swarm of butterflies invading his stomach at his friends gentleness.

"I promise," George smiled fondly. "Now can you stop asking me questions when we're about to have sex?" Dream laughed and pushed his head away fondly.

"Deal."

~~~

The car rolled into their impossibly long driveway on the way home from the airport, the two men in the passenger and back seats singing happily to 'Road Trip' as their driver (namely, Dream) groaned at the third rendition of the piece.

"Peace, finally." He sighed, relived, as they re-entered their home, the quiet air only broken with annoyed complaints from Patches as she pressed them on where they'd been. George smiled at him before releasing a bark of laughter as Sapnap sprinted to his room to call Karl.

"Do you need help with the bags?" The brunette offered, not noticing the way Dream's shoulders tensed at the offer of extended time together.

"Nope, it's fine," He squeaked nervously, ushering the other in the direction Sapnap had gone, towards the bedrooms. "I can handle it. Why don't you check on your room?"

The shorter looked at him quizzically. "I'm sure nothings changed since we left."

"Better to check than having it not how you'd want though, right?" The blonde pushed, busying himself with tugging the bags through the open doorway.

"Dream?" George asked curiously, tilting his head to one side gently. "Is everything alright dude?"

The man in question turned around to meet George's eyes and downturned mouth. Fuck, he never intended to make him unhappy. "Everything's fine." He promised, reaching forward gently to reassure the other before withdrawing his hand once realising what he was doing and going back to the suitcases.

"Dream, really." George poked, placing his hand on the blondes shoulder, gently dragging his thumb across the fabric of his shirt. Dream hated to admit how much he'd relaxed into the touch. "I'm your best friend, you can tell me anything."

And he'd shifted away, picking up another bag and hauling it down the corridor, leaving a confused George standing with Patches winding around his ankles. He didn't dare look back, not wanting to see the same disappointment on the others face that had been laced across it previously.