When you kiss it better - Dreamnotfound

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Dream sat alone in his room, staring out the window. He knew George would be coming over soon to study with him, but he still sat in his messy room, a frown on his face and bags under his eyes as the watched the rain pour outside.

Maybe it would take a while for George to be here because of the rain. He sighed softly, watching as the rain hit his window and raced downwards. He sit in silence, the only sound that could be heard was his ceiling fan and the soft rumble of thunder every now and then. He found it peaceful, and as he shut his eyes and leaned against the window, he let out a soft sigh. He knew he wasn't doing good in school. Plenty of missing assignment and bad grades, and that's why George was coming over to help.

Dream knew his parents where disappointed in him. Maybe they didn't say anything, but they showed it through their actions. The little sad glances they would give him at dinner, and the way they treated his siblings as though they where superior to him in some way. His grip tightened on his sweatpants, and he sniffled slightly. He boy soon stood up from his spot, heading down stairs and not even sparing his family a passing glance. He twisted the door to outside reluctantly, stepping into the outdoors. The stepped out into the rain, listening to the soft rumble of the thunder and the water splashing against concrete.

And the tears began to fall.

Dream looked up at the sky, the rain dampening his shirt and making it stick to his body. His hair was completely wet, but he didn't care. He let out a choked sob, sniffling as the rain continued to fall. He didn't care if he got sick, or if someone saw him. He didn't care anymore. Besides, as the rain hit his freckled face, it almost covered his tears.

He stood there for a while, staring up at the sky as tears fell down his face. That was, until, he heard a soft british boys voice. "Dream?" The boy murmured. Clay looked down at the boy that was across from him on the sidewalk that led to his house, the shorter man holding a stripped umbrella over his head. George didn't say anything, just walked over to Dream and held the umbrella over the boys head.

One he noticed the Streams of tears sliding down Dreams face, he enveloped the blond into a hug, wrapping his arms around the tallers waist. He dropped the umbrella in the moment, but didn't seem to mind. Dream just stood there, slightly shocked. He soon recovered though, hugging George back. He choked back his sobs as he rested his head on top of George's, strangled tears falling from his eyes. George rubbed Dreams back, soft fingers tracing circles along his spine that made Dream shiver and break. He was play-doh in this boys hands. "I know." George said, and Dream broke. He let out a sob, squeezing George and holding him closer.

"G-geor-rge." He sobbed, George responding by giving him a small squeeze. "I'm here. I'm right here." George said, nestling into Dreams shoulder. Dream sniffled, rubbing his eyes with his hand. "It hurts, George." He said, trembling slightly. "I know. I'm sorry." George said, moving his head from underneath Dreams and cradling the boys face. Dream leaned into his warm touches, sniffling. He focused on George and only George as the boy wiped away the tears running down his face, standing on his tippy toes to place unexpected, but oh so tender kisses along Dreams cheek.

The boy kissed each spot where Dreams previous tears had laid, Dream only standing there with his eyes closed as George kissed him softly. The blond could never get over the sensation of George's lips on his skin, always feelings tingly and light headed when the boy pulled away after kissing his scars and bruises. This time it was different though, because he was kissing dreams mental scars and bruises. And it helped. Dream wondered how soft George's lips where. What it would be like to feel his lips against Dreams. What George would taste like. He thinks he would taste like honey and love. Like a messy dessert that left you wanting more. Like all of Dreams favorite things.

George slowly pulled away from Dream, The blond finally was pulled away from his thoughts as George's fingers moved across Dreams face, connecting his freckles together like they where tiny constellations. He slowly moved his hand away, Dreams cheeks now feelings oddly cold.

"We should go inside. You're going to get sick." George murmured, resting his hands against Dreams chest as he pulled away a bit. Dream shivered slightly as the warmth was retracted from him, looking down at George softly. "And I'm cold. And wet." George suddenly complained, picking up the umbrella he had dropped from the ground and closing it with a click. George took Dreams hand, leading the boy to the entrance of his home. They reluctantly entered, peering around to see that Dreams family was no longer littered around the living room and kitchen.

The boys headed up to Dreams room, George grabbing a towel from a cabinet and turned to Dream. He threw a towel to Dream, the boy caught the towel, moving it up to his hair and ruffling it slightly to dry it off. The boy was soaked and uncomfortable, and so was George, so he shuffled to his dresser and grabbed a t-shirt and another pair of sweat pants for himself. He tossed one of his hoodies to George and some way-to-big sweatpants to him. George got the memo and went to the bathroom to change.

Once everything was settled, George sat at Dreams bed, yawning. Dream tilted his head at George, looking like a confused puppy. "I thought we were going to study?" Dream said, shifting slightly. He yawned, running his hand through his hair. George smiled softly at him, a smile that seemed to only be reserved for Dream. Dream liked the idea that the smile was only meant for him. "You look tired, Dreamie." He said in a soft tone. Dream blushed at the nickname, shrugging slightly. "Not really. I can stay up." He said, his words slurring slightly.

George just shook his head. "I'll wake you up later. You need to sleep for now." He said, patting the bed. Dream was about to refuse, but before he could another yawn escaped his lips. He sighed, collapsing onto his bed. He snuggled into his covers, George watching him and chuckling slightly. "Goodnight, Dream." He said, Dream only humming before his breathing evened out and light snores could be heard from the blond.

His last thoughts before he drifted off were George. So gentle, so caring, so playful, so sarcastic, so everything Clay has ever wanted. George.