touch//dreamnotfound

only a dream

"Clay...?"

Dream felt his heart ake.
"George?.." Dream spoke up with a suprised yet puzzled tone.

"Where are we?" George asked, with a bit of concern.
Dream started to feel the flutter apear in his stomach.
"My- uh.. room I think.."
He replied with hesitation.

George's face grew to a new shade of red, realizing he was in his bed, laying next to him, shirtless.

"Oh shit, oh my god, oh my god, breathe breathe, stay focused." They both thought, trying to slow there thoughts and heart rates.

"Well..its just a dream though. Like any of this will matter, it's not even real." George thought as an idea chased it.

George brought his hand back to meet Dreams face, holding the side of it.

Dreams heart skipped a beat, and spiked as George's had rested on his cheek. "Well this is only a dream" he thought.

He brought his hand up and placed it on George's as he kept his hand cupped to dreams face, making a new tint of blush show through across George's cheeks.

"Are you blushing?" Dream spoke with a light giggle.

George felt a flutter in his stomach.

"Pft! No! Gosh your annoying" he sighed looking away to avoid eye contact.

Dream took his hand off of George's and moved it under George's chin and made up look up at him.
"George..why are you blushing?"

"Im..not.." George mumbled back, barely enough to hear.

Dream moved down closer to George, only a few inches separating them.

George wanted to test something.

George moved even closer to Dream, now only an inch between them.

Dream followed up with the move, and moved even closer.
There foreheads resting on each others now, and there noses crossed with their lips just grazing.

George closed the small distance between them with a soft kiss.

With every second their lips stayed connected the feeling of them being the only two people in the world grew stronger.

And as their silhouettes painted the wall's it reminded them that the only thing that mattered was the persons lips they were attached too.

Dream pushed more into the kiss as George fell back into the bed, letting Dream move on top.

George wrapped his arms around Dream's neck pulling him down more while Dream's hands roamed around George's frail body, up and down his waist to his hips, occasionally slipping under his shirt, mesmerized by his soft skin.

Dream pulled away, letting them both finally catch their breath.
Dream looked down at George with a sweet smile, still breathing heavily. He smiled back, bringing his hand to Dreams face, brushing the hair out of his eye, moving it behind his ear. "I love you" he whispered. George pulled him down to another kiss, shutting their eyes to the passionate kiss.

They opened their eyes.

George started blankley at the ceiling clinging to the pillow next to him.

Dream woke up in a cold sweat, sitting up swiftly out of breathe.

It felt so real to both of them.
It felt like a memory, that's how real it felt.

George could still smell the scent lingering in his mind, the scent of him. And his touch still lingered on his waist and hips.

Dream still remembers the sensation of his lips, and his warmth. He remembers the sense of George's hand pushing the hair out of his face.

They both didnt go to sleep that night.
They stayed up staring at their blank phones, hoping that the other would send something, anything. And with every single ding of their phones, their hope's sky rocked, but was immediately pulled back down when it wasnt them.

It wasn't only a dream.