"Dream" the brunet shook the man lying in the bed next to him.
"Dreammm" he tries again, sitting up in bed and shaking the guy once more, a quiet groan as an answer.
"Wake up," George laughs as he leans over the blond's shoulder, trying to reach his face, smothering kisses onto the parts he had access to.
"George, stopp" the younger chuckled as he felt someone climbing on top of his lap, opening his eyes to George's beautiful face staring right at his.
"Goodmorning," Dream huffed, his voice raspy making a small shudder run down George's back
"Morning," the other replied, hands flying to the man's chin, petting the skin before peppering another few loving kisses to the cheeks and lips in front of him.
"What time is it?" The blond grumbled, eyes fluttering shut again, still getting used to the harsh lighting in their hotel room.
"Like seven am," George excitedly informs the other, watching with a smile as Dream's face turned and his eyes shot open.
"It's only seven am? Why'd you wake me so early?" Dream fake cried, closing his arms around the small-framed brunet and pulling him down
so that his head was nestled perfectly against his chest, sighing deep as he tried to close his eyes and go back to sleep.
"Dreamy it's vidcon, no sleeping in." George explained, pushing himself off the man's chest and back into a sitting position in his lap.
"Sometimes I hate you, you know that right?" The blond laughed, eyes still half shut but opened wide enough to watch the incredibly pretty boy sitting in his lap, smiling down at him.
"You need to help me pick out my outfit," The brunet now said, pulling the blanket away
behind himself and slowly climbing off the blond, a staggered breath from Dream as he saw the man standing on the hotel's carpeted floors in just his underwear, the black briefs shaping his already slutty waist even more.
"You look good in literally anything babe," he quickly said, noticing he still hadn't responded, he was so focused on the beauty in front of his eyes, George just rolled his eyes at the statement, trying his hardest to hide the red tint of blush appearing on his cheeks following the compliment.
"We're gonna have to get my mask, I think I left it in Sapnap and Karl's room last night." Dream hummed as George was bent over his suitcase, pulling out fresh underwear and a basic brown shirt, sighing slightly at the man's words.
"Why do you even have to wear that stupid mask? I miss seeing your face," the brunet
quietly asked, walking over to where the rest of his clothes lay already, looking towards the blond still in bed.
"It's my brand Georgie, I can't stop wearing it now," the blond huffed, feeling his cheeks growing hot slightly, sitting up in the bed and stretching wide, the thick blanket falling from his bare chest.
"Well it's stupid," George answered, now pulling the fresh underwear over his naked body, followed by the shorts, before his outfit was completed by sliding the black shirt over his chest, Dream's eyes focused on his body at every single one of his movements.
"You have to stop staring at me," the brunet laughed as he noticed the gaze following his every step, making his way back over to the man still sitting in bed.
"I can't, you're just too pretty," he smiled wide as George reached him and climbed back under the covers, cuddling in deeply right by Dream's side, head placing gently onto the man's chest.
"I don't mean now," he rolled his eyes. "You can look at me all you want here," he paused for a few seconds, "but when we're at vidcon later, no more staring at me, and," he raised his finger and Dream was watching his every move. "No touching," he added and Dream's face sank.
"What? No touching at all?" He sighed, slightly tightening his arm around the brunet on his chest, not wanting to let go of him.
"None at all. You said we should keep us secret, so no staring and no touching when we're in public" George summarised their conversation, making the rules they would have to follow clear to the both of them.
"Just when we're in public though?" Dream prodded, George rolling his eyes with a smile, explaining for a third time "yes, only when we're in public," and the blond nodded in understanding.
"So here I can do…," Dream started, slowly moving his free arm over to George's chest, starting to tickle him relentlessly with a loud "this".
The brunet started squirming in response to the 'tickle attack,' loud laughs and chuckles exiting his mouth and making his cheeks hurt, the older starting a rebuttal ambush, sneaking his slim fingers past the blanket that was shielding the blond and starting to tickle back, causing Dream to double over in deep giggles.
Both the men were writhing in hysterics on their large bed, closer than they thought even possible and seemingly melting into one another.
They quiet down suddenly as they hear a loud knock at the door, looking at each other with wide eyes trying their best not to burst into laughter and failing miserably, George losing his composure first and Dream soon following in his footsteps, the knocks just growing louder the more they laughed.
"Who is it?" The blond yelled as soon as he was capable of breathing somewhat normally again, a few stray chuckles spread throughout his voice.
"It's me, Nick," a voice answered back, much quieter than the blond's had been, this new voice's tone laced with a tint of anger.
"Come in Sapnap, it's open." George yelled towards the door.
The man pushed the heavy door open, small hand carefully covering his eyes from potentially seeing his best friends in bed together naked, both of the other men just rolling their eyes and huffing.
"Sapnap we're not naked," George laughed as the smaller brunet in the room walked slow steps, hand still covering his eyes tightly, careful not to bump into anything "you can look at us"
"Fine," He spoke, finally lowering the fingers from his face, relieved when the brunet's statement turned out to be factual.
"What's up?" Dream asked as the man before him suddenly pulled an angry grimace, eyebrows farrowing and nostrils flaring as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.
"You two need to shut up, it's seven am and I wanna sleep. You're waking the whole floor!" He was now starting to yell, red colour rising into his face as his arms uncrossed and started pointing in all sorts of directions as he spoke.
When he was done the room lay in silence for just a few seconds before Dream and George looked at each other, both of them exploding with laughter at the small brunet man standing in their room, a long Teddy Bear bathrobe hiding his pj's and a black sleep mask gently resting on his forehead.
"Ugh I hate you guys," the man whispered underneath his breath before quickly exiting the room again, making sure to slightly slam the door to show the two what he thought of their happiness.
The blond and the brunet laughed and giggled until both their lungs couldn't anymore and the sound slowly drowned out into satisfied sighs and shallow breaths, the men huddling in even closer than before, lids heavy and falling closed even faster in the proximity of a loved one.
"I love you," Dream hummed as he felt the other drifting off into a slumber, smiling wide as he heard the words "love you too" slurred back into his chest.
