💚 Long Distance 💚 || Dream6d

chapter seven || drinkable love

Vincent's sore eyes opened, before shutting again. His face still burned from the crying hours before. The French man rolled over, feeling warmth around him

H

e liked that warmth, he didn't know what it was, but he liked it. He snuggled closer to it, his body feeling warm and safe.

That's when Vincent realized, but when he tried to move away, he was pulled back in with a death grip around him.
"C-clay!"
The French man got out, trying to breathe. His face turned a faint red, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"I'm sorry.. Frenchie.."
Clay said quietly, loosening his grip around Vincent, but still keeping him close, until the French man gave in and hugged him back.

"It's... alright.. I overreacted."
Vincent admitted, shoving his face into the warmth of Clay's lime green hoodie.

"Shh...."
Clay whispered, gently rubbing Vincent's back in a comforting way, not wanting him to freak out. "It's alright... it's alright, Frenchie.."

"Mm... Smiley."
Vincent mumbled, not moving. He was comfortable and never planned on removing his arms from around Dream.

The two males stayed like that for what felt like forever, and tge both males would never admit out loud they liked it.

"You're... a comfy pillow, Smiley."
Vincent smiled, his face still engulfed by Clay's hoodie.

"Why thanks, I quite like this job."
Clay joked, relaxing once again.

The two males continued to talk quiey, until Ian hopped up on the bed, giving one of his little purring meows as a hello.

"The child!"
Clay gasped dramatically, causing Vincent to slightly blush and giggle.

Ian meowed, walking over the blankets that made him look like a walking loaf of fur, until he reached Clay, where he began to purr, looking at the two males.

Dream pulled an arm away from Vincent to give the French man's cat a few cuddles and scratches, which Ian most enjoyed.

After awhile, the cat got bored and wobbled away, curling up on the edge of the French man's bed. He was a strange cat in a good way, and no one could deny that. Especially when Ian meowed at doors and walls for no exact reason.

A silence filled the room, excluding Ian's calm purring which wasn't much. The quiet was comforting, actually.

"Dream..?"

"Yes, Vincent?"

"I'm cold.."
The French man said quietly.

"Well,"
Clay said, grabbing the corner of the messy blanket and pulling it over the both of them.
"There."

Vincent blushed yet again, adjusting his position to get comfier.
"I- uhm.. thanks."

"No problem, Frenchie~"
Clay smiled.

The two didn't move, relaxing in the sweet warmth until Vincent's pocket vibrated. His phone.
The French man took it out, moving away from Clay. He looked at the contact name, seeing it was once of his friends, as he out the phone to his ear.
(Prepare for more badly translated French-)

"Salut? Quoi de neuf?"
Vincent spoke into the phone. Clay just looked puzzled as he listened to the French man speak, not understanding a thing.

"Fête? Euh, d'accord, bien sûr."
The French man replied to the person on the phone, nodding.

"Ok, on se voit à six heures."
After Vincent said that, he hung up looked over at Clay.

"Sorry for that, you probably couldn't understand anything."
Vincent exhaled.
"A friend of mine is hosting a party, do you wanna come along? I just don't wanna leave you alone in my house in case you do something."