george is sleepy by the end of his birthday and dream is there to catch him
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For George's birthday night, Dream takes it upon himself to arrange a little get-together at the house. George insists he doesn't want a big party, and Dream assures him it won't be;
"It'll be small," he promises when George asks about it again after his stream that afternoon.
George looks doubtful, but Dream only smiles at him, reaching for his waist out of habit.
"Just don't worry, okay? I know you, I know what you like. It's gonna be fun, I promise you."
George sighs, but Dream can tell he's just pouting to hide his smile.
"Okay," George agrees. "A small party."
Then, before he can duck away, he gets himself a kiss right on the bridge of his nose.
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And of course, Dream keeps his promise.
He invites all their closest friends, orders food from George's favorite restaurants, picks up a cake from his mom, and sets up a cozy little party in their living room.
It turns out exactly as he had planned. they have drinks, play games, and set off more fireworks out in the driveway, and George's smile seems to only get bigger as the night progresses.
Dream would know — he literally can't keep his eyes off him; watching with a sort of quiet reverence as George laughs and shines with all their friends. Their people.
There is something magnetic about the way his gaze always finds a way to drift toward George.
He's sure of it when he catches himself staring across the room, smiling when George laughs at a joke Dream doesn't even hear.
It's a little magical, to see him so happy. And Dream is very, very in love with him.
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It's getting toward the end of the night when George comes and finds him in the kitchen.
The house is quieter now with most of the people asleep on the various couches and guest beds across the house. Dream is leaning his back against the counter, sipping a glass of ice water.
The sight of George makes him smile almost instantly, and he watches him fondly as he nearly trips on a stray party popper on his way over.
George is wearing a hoodie that Dream faintly recognizes as one of his, and even in the dim kitchen light, his cheeks glow warm and pink.
Dream sets his glass down and pushes himself off the counter, opening his arms for George to step into.
George doesn't hesitate to do just that, pressing against him as soon as he's close enough and wrapping his arms tight around Dream's back; leaning into him without reserve.
He's relaxed, Dream can tell. happy; a little tipsy, maybe, smiling up at him with starry eyes.
"Hey," Dream says softly, letting his hands find the small of George's back. "I was just about to go look for you."
"Well," George says, pleased, "I found you first."
"I guess you did," Dream agrees, using his hands behind George to pull him to flush to his chest.
George makes a noise at being jostled, and then he's dissolving into giggles, and yeah– he's definitely a little tipsy. Secretly, or maybe not so secretly, Dream loves when he gets like this.
With a sigh that sounds mostly like a laugh, George drops his head onto Dream's chest.
"Dream," he says, muffled in soft fabric. "I'm drunk."
Dream laughs, "Yeah. Yeah, I believe you."
"Just a little, though," George insists, looking back up at him.
"Oh yeah?" Dream stifles another laugh, "just barely?"
"Mhm," George tips his head back a little and tightens his arms around Dream's torso, leaning most — if not all — his weight on him.
Their faces get much closer like this, and Dream tries not to be an idiot about it.
He takes in the dark color of George's eyes, how his pupils are slightly dilated. There's a sort of haze in them, but they're still bright as ever; attentive like George always is.
"You're drunk," Dream says, and he's immediately aware of the fondness soaking his voice.
George just smiles, big and unabashed, and Dream feels his love for him all the way up in his throat, spreading out to the very tips of his fingers.
"Have you had a good birthday?" He asks, bumping his forehead with George's just briefly.
"It's not my birthday anymore," George is quick to answer, bumping Dream's forehead back.
Dream rolls his eyes. "You know what I mean."
Again, all George does is laugh, leaning forward and hiding in Dream's shoulder. His breath is warm through the fabric, and Dream reflexively squeezes his waist.
He laughs gently. "Just a little drunk, huh?"
"I am, I am. I... am."
Dream dips his lips into the softness of George's hair, nosing at his curls.
He hums teasingly. "Just a little drunk but you can't even answer my question, I see how it is."
George laughs, "Ask me again."
"I said, have you had a good birthday?"
"Yes," George says, still all giggly from before. "Yes, I've had a good birthday."
"Good," Dream says with a smile. "I'm glad."
"Dream."
Dream raises his eyebrows, "George."
"Are... you gonna kiss me now?"
Dream splutters a laugh. "George. You can't just say that."
His reaction makes George laugh, too, his eyes glinting.
"One kiss, Dream," he says, like he's egging him on, and Dream does not resist the urge to pull George closer.
And the thing is that he knows what George is asking him to do; that he wants Dream to kiss him for real, and that they've done it before and it's not a big deal.
But George is also tipsy and it's his birthday, and they're both sleepy from a long day, and Dream thinks it's best to not overcomplicate things.
So instead, he meets George in the middle;
"Alright, here," he dips down and presses a sweet kiss to the corner of George's mouth, not letting it linger for longer than a moment.
Thankfully, George seems happy with it, his lips turning up into a smile before Dream has even pulled away.
"There. We'll talk more tomorrow, alright?" Dream says softly, noticing that George's eyes are starting to droop.
"Want me to take you up to your room?"
George shuts his eyes, nodding. "Mm, kinda tired."
"Yeah," Dream smiles, rubbing his back. "Alright, then. Let's go, birthday boy."
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