Bathing in Moonlight

DNF: Yours

THIS CHAPTER IS RATED 'A' FOR ALL AUDIENCES. ENJOY!

George squeezed Dream's knee affectionately, looking out the window to his right at a street performer they were passing by while in their Uber. The performer seemed to be doing magic tricks, and as they were stopped at a red light, George was mesmerized watching the man shuffling his deck of cards.

But all Dream could look at was George. He thought George looked so good tonight. His tanned skin from their recent trip to California was stark in contrast to his shiny bright smile and crisp white button up.

Dream's eyes roamed down to George's neck, wherein sat a gold chain necklace that Dream couldn't quite place the origin of.

"Where'd you get that necklace from, baby?" Dream asked, his eyes fixated on the expensive bling across his boyfriend's collarbone.

"Uhh...a Christmas gift last year, maybe? I'm not sure." George said quickly, his attention still focused on the streetside happenings.

Dream just nodded in response, but his eyes crept further down to George's hands now.

A new ring, too? Flat and gold. Wait...two new gold rings? Dream couldn't hold his thoughts in any longer.

"George, where are you getting the money to buy all this expensive jewelry?" Dream questioned, in a hushed whisper, so that eavesdropping wasn't even an option.

Both the boys' bodies dipped backwards slightly as the red light now switched colors and their Uber driver stepped on the gas pedal.

"What are you talking about?" George responded back, at the same volume as Dream. "I told you, the necklace was a gift."

George furrowed his eyebrows at Dream, wondering why his usually laid-back and carefree partner was being so invasive and questioning at that moment.

"And the rings?" Dream asked, nodding his head down to George's hands rested gently on his lover's lap.

"I've had these for forever." George replied, taking his hands from Dream's lap onto his own now.

Dream cleared his throat, the whisper-yelling proving to be a hard form of communication to keep up. "Well I've never seen you wear the-"

"Why does it matter!? Why are you starting an argument over nothing?" George said, raising his voice so that even the Uber driver looked into the mirror to watch the moment unfolding.

Dream didn't know what to say in response to that so he stayed silent for a few minutes, only to hear George's saving voice again after that painful quietness.

"Okay, there's five more minutes until we get to the venue. You think you can manage to be happy, just for a few hours tonight?" George said, half-jokingly, as he rested the side of his head on Dream's shoulder.

"I will try my hardest." Dream joked back.

And just like that- their problem was fixed. That's just one thing Dream admired about loving George: it was just so easy to love George.

With George, arguments don't have to linger. Grudges don't have to be held. Beds don't have to be empty. Nights don't have to be lonely.

Loving George was easy.

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"Five, four, three, two, one!" The crowd shouted in unison, welcoming the band on stage.

George opened his mouth wide, turning to grin at Dream, but when he looked, Dream was already smiling as wide as he could back at George.

They had bought these tickets awhile ago- back when George hadn't listened to any Arctic Monkey songs. Dream made him play all their albums on repeat until George learned at least most of the words to their more popular songs.

But George knew how much this night meant to Dream. Seeing his favorite band live in concert for the first time ever on the day after their five year anniversary? Dream was floating on cloud nine and wasn't coming down anytime soon.

The opening song switched and it was on to the next song, coincidentally the only song George ended up actually learning all the lyrics to: 'I Wanna Be Yours'.

When George first listened to it back at home with Dream, he fell in love with it instantly. He had described it to Dream as:

'Slow, enticing, and...lovey.'

Dream thought those were accurate descriptors, though he had never heard anyone aside from George use the word 'lovey' unironically in a sentence.

Mid-way through the song, when the chorus was building up, and as Dream was singing his heart out, Dream felt George's eyes on him. He turned to the side, looking at his boyfriend. George just smiled in response, rubbing Dream's back.

"You okay?" Dream asked.

George nodded, but bent to the ground slowly which startled Dream. Dream looked down concerningly at George, wondering if he had hurt himself.

But it only took a few seconds for Dream's wandering gaze to follow George's hands once again, as he took off one of his shimmering gold rings and held it up in front of him, still resting on one knee.

"Dream," George said, loudly over the blaring music. "If I know you, and I'd like to think I do after five years of dating, I would say I couldn't think of a better place to ask you this question. You've been the brightest light in my life ever since we met, constantly surprising me with how deep your love is. You've been there holding my hand the whole way through some of the toughest moments in my life, and you've also been there laughing alongside me during the most amazing times of my life. For that, I couldn't have asked for a better partner to ride the roller coaster of life with. You know I'm not one for public romantic gestures, so that's how you can be sure this is the real deal. Dream: I Wanna Be Yours...do you wanna be mine? Will you marry me, Dream?"

Dream had already begun sobbing two sentences into George's speech, and at the end line he, too, collapsed to his knees, nodding his head like crazy.

"Yes, yes...fuck yes! I'll marry the fuck 'outta you!" Dream said, grabbing the sides of George's face and smushing their lips together in a long, happy, tear-filled kiss.