The Rink

chapter twenty: skipping breakfast

MATURE CONTENT WARNING: THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT!!

George held Dream close all night. George wasn't a super cuddly person normally, but that night felt different. George was glued to Dream- as if he physically couldn't stop himself from hugging Dream as he slept, or giving Dream kisses on the back of his neck, or tracing squiggles on Dream's back with his soft touch.

It was as if George knew deep down inside, but just didn't want to admit, that this would be the last normal night with Dream. Because George was going to tell Dream that he cheated on him by kissing another guy.

George expected it to happen that day, and thus spent most of the previous night wide awake, snuggled up with Dream, preparing for what he'd say.

George had it all planned out- not that he anticipated telling Dream what happened, but he wanted to be prepared for any reaction from him.

George was going to say something like: 'Dream, I have to tell you something and I'm not sure how you're going to react, but I need to let you know: I kissed Tyler on New Year's Eve. We made out, and I promise that's all we did. I know I fucked up and I know you probably won't forgive me and you don't have to. And even though it doesn't mean much I...I just wanted to say I'm sorry.'

Maybe Dream would yell, cursing at George with colorful language while shooing George out of his apartment.

It's also a possibility Dream would stay silent, just shaking his head at George in quiet disappointment, where he'd then go on a walk to clear his mind.

George didn't have any more time to think of other possible scenarios when he felt Dream moving under his grip, squirming around in bed.

It was then that George remembered what Dream said they'd do this morning: 'breakfast' in bed.

Then that was that. George would have this last lustful morning with Dream, they'd shower together and get ready for the day, eat some breakfast, then George would tell him.

Dream gently rolled out of George's grip, moving around to face him. Instantly George was met with Dream's sleepy smile: a sight that would stop a person in their tracks walking past so they could do a double take of that gorgeous grin.

"Good morning." Dream mumbled, stretching his arms above his head while exhaling a big breath.

George smiled back, sitting up in bed and looking down at Dream with his out of control fluffy morning hair. George's view briefly landed right behind Dream, where Dream's alarm clock read:

9:12 am

"What's wrong??" Dream immediately asked, sitting up now too.

How can he already tell something's wrong?! He's been awake for less than a minute. George thought to himself.