Friend

31.2

The body is made to be
seen, admired, desired.
-Exhibitionism

A rather dry day for a Californian July 1st, was the first thought that came to George's mind when his eyes fluttered open, drenched in an uncomfortable layer of sweat in his shirt. For a moment he thought of removing it, until he noticed that a heavy arm not belonging to Claire was wrapped around him; that's when he remembered everything that happened.

The walk, the wine, the laughs, the bed and... that.
Heat rose in his cheeks, along with a feeling of shame. He couldn't believe he exposed himself this way, looking so desperate like a horny teenager.

The arm around him pulled him back in the comfy mattress.
"Mh... whe'e you goin'?" Dream slurred his words from the morning drowsiness, his voice a bit raspy.
George looked around him, recognising the guests room in Karl and Sapnap's house, "Uhm... good morning."

He looked down at the tugging on his waist, meeting half open eyes.
"Slept well?" George nodded slightly.
He brought a hand to Dream's, smiling softly at him, "I'm going to the bathroom alright?"
Dream nodded lazily, unwrapping his arm from George.

George quickly got up, panic rising in his chest as he rushed to the hallway. He turned left, walking to the living room in hope to find Sapnap and Karl.

"Good morning George!" Karl greeted him with a table filled with stacked pancakes and fruit juices, frowning when he noticed the brunet's expression.

"Is there something wrong?" Karl asked, dragging Sapnap's attention.
"What did I do last night?" Karl and Sapnap went pale.

"You don't remember?!"

"I don't know I want to make sure!" George hurriedly replied.

Karl snorted, "The least I could tell you is that we heard you moan."

George lowered his head, incredulous.
He felt like a clown right now. He felt like he was in a room full of people and he was drawing attention from everyone for all of the messed up shit he's done.

"I cheated on Claire." He muttered, more to himself though Sapnap and Karl both heard it.
Silence filled them, uncomfortable of the name that popped up.

"Listen..." Sapnap spoke softly, "You don't love her anymore, she treats you so shitty that honestly she could be cheating on you without even feeling bad about it."
He started off good but had to end the sentence with a pinch of pepper.

George frowned, making Sapnap scoff, "What? I'm probably right."
"Just don't call it out." Karl tried to calm him, offering to wake up Dream so they could have breakfast all together, which George would've preferred not to.

He went to the bathroom to tidy his hair and wash his face, until his stomach dropped at the view on front of him.
Red hickeys plastered his neck almost reaching his collarbone, as scarlet painted his face.
They were on display like some sort of exhibition and he wondered to himself how Karl and Sapnap hadn't said anything about it - obvious that they noticed them.

He tried his best to cover them up somehow, looking in the drawers in hopes to find any kind of concealer that Sapnap or Karl's sister may have left somewhere long time ago, he tried moving around his shirt but it was Dream's and too large to cover his neck, he even went as far as trying to wash it away, but of course nothing worked.