Dream was cold. He had forgotten to check if his heating had worked and apparently, it didn't. He was freezing and couldn't find anymore blankets.
He slowly got out of bed, taking his pillow with him. Maybe Nick would let him sleep in his room. He was always talking about cuddling the boys. Dream sleepily walked down the long hallway, practically dragging his pillow with him.
He got to Nick's door and knocked on it. After a few minutes he realized that Nick was probably dead asleep. Dream looked a George's door.
Maybe....
Before Dream could stop himself he had knocked on George's door. Dream huffed and was about to turn away when George peeked out from behind the partially open door. "....Dream?" George yawned.
Dream sighed "My heater is broken," he paused "Uh, can I sleep with you?" George raised his eyebrow. Dream felt himself blushing from the awkward tension in the air. "You can say no-"
George cut him off "Yeah Dream whatever, I'm tired though so shut up and make yourself comfortable." Dream walked in and shut the door behind him George was already in bed laying on one side.
Dream put his pillow on the other side, slowly getting into bed so he wouldn't disturb George. The bed was a little small for the both of them so their backs were barely touching.
After a couple of minutes of shifting around trying to get warm, Dream began to silently shiver. George felt Dream's back every so often brush against his. It was awkward because they were both in just boxers and shorts.
George sighed "Alright you big Florida baby if your cold we can hug-" George's eyes widened in shock as Dream pressed their backs together. Dream wasn't lying, he was cold, thought George.
Dream felt himself get warmer from George's body heat. He felt himself slowly drift off to sleep as he warmed up from George.
***
George woke up to Nick smiling and snapping pictures on his phone. George wondered why until he realized he had snuggled next to Dream in the middle of the night.
He tried to move away from the warmth on his chest. But Dream was still asleep so he tightened his arms around his waist and shoved his face in the crook of George's neck.
Nick's smile widened and he mouthed 'Nice move, gogy' to a panicking George. Dream slowly opened his eyes and was confused that he was warm he vaguely remembered- "Aaaaaughh!" Dream yelled and tried to move backwards.
Dream hit the floor with a loud 'thud' and groaned from where he hit his head. He could now hear George laughing as well. Dream peeked between his fingers and saw that they both were laughing at him now.
"I'm hungry," Dream mumbled and walked out the door to his room, he quickly changed into his favorite grey sweatpants and white tee-shirt. Afterwards he walked down to the kitchen where Nick was eating cereal and George was eating toast and a can of peaches.
Dream fixed himself some coffee and leaned back against the counter. It was a nice peaceful silence until Nick calmly stated "So...did you, uh, did you two...y'know..."
Dream almost spat out his coffee and George choked on the peaches. "NICK WHAT THE HELL?!" George screeched, hitting Nick lightly with his fork. Dream was tea kettle wheezing in the corner, as usual.
George spluttered a few more times in protest, but eventually got up to take a shower. Leaving Nick to eat his practically gone cereal, and Dream to drink his bitter coffee.
"Nice cock." Nick said bluntly. Now it was Dream's turn to turn red "WHAT?!" he yelled. Nick raised his eyebrows and smiled "That's what grey sweats do, Dream. They show the package, and I said. Nice. Cock." Dream sighed, "You are so immature..."
Nick grinned and picked up his empty bowl, placing it in the sink. "Someone has to run this bitch, Dream." He said and touched Dream's nose "Boop!" Nick walked down to his own room and closed his door with a click.
Dream dumped the rest of his cold coffee down the drain and walked to his own room. He made sure his heating worked, now it did.
He heard the water stop in the shower then he walked into the bathroom with his towel and clothes. He rinsed his hair, then cleaned himself (I'm not gonna write about him jacking off, git ur mind outta the gutter!) And when he got out he wrapped a towel around his waist and reached for his clothes.
They weren't there. He heard Nick and George laughing in the room next door and immediately knew what had happened. He glared at the door and shoved it open. He walked down the hall, hair still wet and towel around his waist, to Nick's room.
He knocked loudly on the door, but barged in anyways. George and Nick turned around to laugh, thinking he had gotten more clothes. They stopped and stared at Dream who was not pleased with them.
