dream and george and a hot summer day 🍊
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it's june and the orange trees in their backyard are in full bloom. they sit in a neat row near the hedge, in the spot where the sun shines the most.
dream has a perfect view of them from where he's relaxing by the side of the pool, how they're swaying in the breeze.
when george moved in, he immediately took a liking to the trees. he even made dream promise not to pick the fruits without him when they get ripe, to which dream had laughed and promised.
he can picture it: the two of them in their sunlit kitchen in a few weeks' time, sharing fresh oranges from their garden. he catches himself smiling at the thought, his face turned up toward the high sun.
it's nice to think about how he grew up with summers like these. with blazing heat and the smell of pool water in the backyard. and orange trees.
and now there's george, too. here, in dream's element, fitting in like a missing puzzle piece.
dream stretches his legs out on the sun lounger he's splayed out on, feeling slack in the hot weather. his hair and swim shorts are almost completely dry already.
the sound of the glass door sliding open brings him out of his daze and he turns his head toward the house.
it's george, stepping barefoot onto the wooden patio and heading in his direction. dream watches him with a soft expression, his heart feeling as warm as his skin.
dressed in short shorts and a t-shirt, george looks tanned and pretty under the florida sun. like he belongs in it.
he comes to a stop right behind dream's lounge chair, squinting cutely down at him and covering him slightly in his shadow.
dream smiles up at him, "hi."
smiling too, george dips down and presses a feather-light kiss to dream's lips."hi," he echoes, hovering over his mouth.
dream's grin doesn't budge and he barely resists the urge to tip his chin up into another kiss.
"your lips are cold," he says instead.
george laughs and leans back a little. he brings his hands to dream's damp curls and cards his fingers though, giving them a loving tug for good measure.
"they actually are," dream insists, leaning into the touch absent-mindedly.
"well. you're an idiot, so," george shrugs.
dream can't help but laugh, "fine. your lips are cold and i'm an idiot, i guess."
"guess so," george agrees, and then he leans in and kisses him again.
it lingers this time; real and deliberate despite the funny angle. george's mouth is soft and faintly sweet, and dream thinks of the oranges, and of how much he loves george.
when they part, though, he can't stop himself from pointing out the obvious;
"this is like in spiderman."
george pauses for just a moment before he bursts out laughing, turning his face to the side and making dream's lips brush against his cheek.
"it's true," dream insists, grinning. "he hangs upside down and they kiss like this. right on the street."
george gives him a fond look, his eyes creased in the corners both from the sun and from his smile. "you're an idiot."
dream reaches up to his shoulder where george's hand has come to rest and takes it gently.
"is that all you've come here to say?" he teases.
"no," george says in mock defense. he leans in a little closer, "i came here to kiss you."
dream gives him a look. a mix of i don't believe you and you're an idiot, i love you.
whatever george reads it as seems to make him relent, his smile turning sheepish.
"can you drive me to get food?" he asks quietly, his eyes like a guilty puppy's.
dream laughs, "there it is."
he reaches up to his shoulder where george's hand has come to rest and slides their fingers together.
george pouts, "please? you know that one place we went?"
dream smiles at him, squeezing his hand in a way that he hopes translates to i would give you the sun and all the stars in the sky if i could.
"sure, george. i'd love to."
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