dream wakes a sleepy george. softness ensues :)
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By the time Dream has to leave for his concert rehearsal that afternoon, George is still fast asleep in their bed, stretched out like a cat in the soft daylight filtering in through the blinds. He's sprawled across Dream's side, somehow wrapped in both of their comforters.
It's a wonder he's not overheating, really, but George is a lot like a cat in that way, too, loving any kind of toasty warmth.
Dream takes in the sight of him from the doorway, his lips turned up into the sort of fond smile that George would definitely roll his eyes at.
It's only been a couple of hours since his alarm went off and Dream had to, very reluctantly, untangle his arms from George's waist and pull himself out of bed. George had mumbled something soft and incoherent, but Dream settled him back down with a kiss on his shoulder.
And looking at him now, Dream doesn't think there is anything he would rather do than return to bed.
He can picture it clearly; sinking back into George's sleepy warmth and simply staying there, letting all his responsibilities fall away in favor of sleep and George.
But alas —
A goodbye kiss will have to do.
Dream leans off the doorway and pads across the carpet quietly, letting his knees hit the soft bedframe before crawling onto it.
The mattress dips beneath him, though thankfully not enough to jostle George awake.
Gently, Dream lowers himself into the space beside him, pressed close but staying on top of the covers.
His elbow comes to rest next to George's pillow to hold him up and he settles there, hovering just above George's sleeping features.
Up close like this, he can make out every constellation freckle on his cheeks, the dark mocha of his eyebrows, his eyelashes, the plushness of his lips...
Dream leans down and kisses George's temple and the tip of his nose. a favorite freckle on his cheek. his jaw and that extra soft spot right by his ear.
It's when his lips reach the spot below George's ear for the second time that George starts to stir, letting out a cat-like chirp. He turns his face toward Dream drowsily, and Dream pulls away just in time to watch brown eyes flutter open.
George blinks sweetly in the new light, and, not for the first time today, Dream finds himself melting into a smile.
"Georgie," he draws out, pressing a kiss to the corner of pink lips just because.
George's gaze drifts to meet his and he takes another sleepy breath, "Dr'm?"
"Yeah, hey," Dream hushes, sliding his free arm around the warm, blanket-covered shape of him.
Smaller hands emerge from the mound of blankets and find their place around the nape of his neck, velvet fingertips pressing into his skin.
George hums, "Come back to bed."
Dream's heart warms, "I'm leavin' for rehearsal in a minute, baby. Just here to say bye before I go."
His words are hushed; so soft-spoken they almost disappear into the sheets. And they make George frown up at him sleepily, his fingers twisting in the curls he can reach.
Dream barely resists the urge he gets to lean down and kiss the creased spot between George's eyebrows.
"Y're leaving already?" George asks, pulling Dream's attention back to his eyes.
Dream softens at the sleepy confusion in them, "It's noon, baby. Rehearsals start at one."
The reminder only makes George frown more, letting out a small noise of complaint. He lets his hand slip from Dream's neck, a touch that Dream immediately misses. But then George wraps his arms around his middle instead, squeezing him tight.
Dream chuckles, hugging him back. Next, he feels George try to slot their legs together only to be stopped by the excessive layers of bedsheets that separate them.
"Ugh—" George groans, making Dream laugh. "Why are you on top of the stupid covers?"
"George," Dream says, smiling so big he can feel it in his cheeks.
He reaches over and brushes his fingers through George's messy, perfect hair. "I already told you, I'm leaving the house in like, a minute."
"Five minutes," George bargains. "No— ten"
"You're an idiot" Dream deflects, fondness dripping like honey from every word.
It's so easy to let his other arm envelop George's waist, so familiar the way they fit together like this. His hand is squished between warm George and warm sheets, and for a moment, Dream really, really wishes he could do what George is asking him to. Just stay.
But then he thinks of his tour. And the theater downtown and all the people waiting for him there right now. His nerves thrum at the thought of it all — he's excited.
So instead of giving in, he surges forward and kisses the pout on George's lips. "I'll be back tonight, yeah?"
Soft hands come back up to the nape of his neck. "But I haven't even gotten to see you properly," George says, still pouting.
Dream gives him a look. "George," he says. "You've literally been asleep."
George doesn't budge. "Yeah, and now 'm awake and wanna be with you."
He says it like it makes perfect sense. and in a George way, Dream supposes it kind of does.
"Well," he starts, leaning in a little closer; seemingly unable to stop smiling. "You should come with me, then."
George grins up at him, loved up and glowing.
"Just call me when you're ready to go and I'll order you an uber down to the theater," Dream continues, failing to hide his enthusiasm.
George is already laughing, his eyes creasing in the corners. it's a laugh Dream knows well; George's fond you're actually an idiot laugh.
(Dream is often an idiot, especially when it comes to George.)
Still, George nods when Dream gives his waist a teasing squeeze. "Okay, okay! Yes, yeah," he gets out between laughs, and Dream thinks it's favorite sound in the world.
Dream lets up the tickling and George sinks right back into the mattress, pretty and a little breathless.
"I wanna come see you," he repeats, just to underline it.
Dream smiles and bumps their noses together. "Okay."
"Okay," George echoes, and then they're kissing again.
It's Dream who presses their lips together, turning to putty when George drags his fingertips over his scalp. George's sighs contentedly against him, his warm breath brushing over Dream's upper lip and making him sigh, too.
Reluctantly, he pulls away first. But not to move any further away than to kiss the corner of George's mouth, and then his cheek, and jaw, and that spot below his ear — repeating his ministrations from earlier.
Finally, he pushes his face into the sleep-warm space in the crook of George's neck, settling there.
Just for a moment, he tells himself. He can have this for a moment.
George snakes his arms around Dream's neck, cradling his head. "What happened to leaving in one minute, huh?" He asks, sounding pleased. Like he's won.
Dream smiles to himself, hidden against George's throat.
"You," he says simply. "You happened."
And when George laughs, it's a bright sound in their sleepy bedroom, and Dream feels the buzz of it all the way through to his heart.
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boys in love <3
