Orange Juice (Dreamnotfound fanfic)

True Ending

"Dream! Stop, I'm trying to edit--"

"What?? I'm not doing anything." 

George tried to be assertive, but it was hard when he couldn't stop giggling from flustered embarrassment. 

He was sat lazily on the couch with a laptop hanging overtop his legs. George's hands were meticulously tapping away at the keys--or atleast, trying to. If Dream would stop messing with him.

And by messing with George, that meant pressing up against his side. Leaning deeply into him, melding their bodies together in a bundle of warmth amidst the cold house. It also meant whispering all of his words into George's ear, tracing his fingers in lazy circles over his thigh.

Yeah. 

"Dreammmm, I haven't posted a video in forever, I need to focus."

Dream let out a hearty chuckle, "What? Is it a crime to lie on the couch with my husband?"

"Yes, big crime. Highly illegal, elicit activity; especially when GeorgeNotFound is trying to edit." George declared.

"Why? Am I distracting you?" Dream, that bitch, purposely lowered his voice in a seductive tone, trailing his fingers suggestively over George's shorts. "Making you want something?"

George's breath hitched and his heart panged as he finally shut his laptop and stared into Dream's playful eyes. Summoning an ounce of courage, two can play this game.

"But what about you, Dream?" George pushed himself onto Dream, bringing a hand at his jawline.

"W-what?" now that was a rare sight; Dream getting flustered.

"I'm sure you want me to touch you all over, make you mine," he raspily whispered, "get you on your knees for me,"

Dream's expression was everything. His eyes were widened and his cheeks had considerably darkened. His mouth was dumbly opening and closing, thinking everything but being unable to say anything. It was a rare sight to see Dream get flustered. 

"C'mon, step Dream,"

There was silence...and then a burst of laughter.

"GEORGEEE!!!!" Dream wheezed, "nooooo!!!"

George snickered, "Your face!"

Dream buried his head in George's sweatshirt, trembling with laughter. "I can't, dude. I can't."

"God, I don't know how you can casually talk like that to me all the time," George admitted.

Dream only snorted in response, still reeling from the previous words. 

"So, how're you feeling?" Dream asked, intertwining their hands together. George flushed at the action; how natural it was. How natural all of this was. Dream was a very touchy person before, but now that they were truly in a relationship, Dream's physical contact with him had increased tenfold. Not that I'm complaining, though.

"I can't stop thinking about food. It's so dumb, we ate lunch like ten minutes ago and I'm full, but I still want to eat the entire fridge." George admitted, frustrated.

"Aw, that's understandable. Your hunger signals are gonna be messed up for a while, the doctor said it's normal in the first few months of recovery," Dream leaned his head on George's shoulder, "Do you wanna go for a walk? Take your mind off stuff?"

"That's not a bad idea," George hummed.

"But before that...would you wanna go upstairs?"

 George could feel his face flush darker at the insinuation. "Yeah"