space is just a word made up by someone who's afraid to get too Close - dnf

Give in

He knocked on George's door again, wondering what the boy was doing, being locked up in his room all day. Dream wouldn't lie, he was bored. He craved George's attention. gentle touches, loving smiles, pretty eyes.

"George?" He asked calmly, resting his forehead against the boys door, hearing some shuffling from the other side but other than that no response. He sighed, giving one last feeble knock before waking back to the couch, pulling out his phone. He knew he could easily walk into George's room, he never locked his door. But that would just be an invasion of privacy, really.

He opened his messages app, sending a Sapnap a quick text before his friend started a call with Dream, Dream picking up after a moment. "Hi," he spoke lazily, holding the phone up to his ear. "Hey." Sapnap hummed back thoughtfully. "What's up dude?"

"George is busy in his room and I'm bored." Dream complained to his friend, sapnap only laughing. "What's he doing?"

Dream huffed, shrugging. He realized his friend couldn't see him and quickly answered. "I don't know, all I know is that he hasn't spoken to me since yesterday." He hummed, looking over the side of the couch to peer at George's door.

Patches jumped onto the couch, giving Dream a hearty mew before curling up on a cushion. "Maybe you should go check on him." The younger stated, and Dream nodded. "Maybe I should." They chatted for a bit longer, Dream too focused on thinking of George to respond to Sapnap wholeheartedly.

"I know you're thinking of him. Just go check on him, k?" Sapnap laughs and Dream smiles, chuckling before saying bye and hanging up.

He got up off the couch and scurried to George's door again. he tries knocking, before giving up and just grabbing the door handle. "I'm coming in George," he yelled to the boy inside, earning a groan in response. He grew more worried at the response he was given and slowly creeped open the door, peeking his head inside.

There he saw George, laying on his bed with only the laptop between his legs illuminating his face. He looked tired, like he hadn't slept in a long while as he typed away on his computer. "Hey, what'r you doin?" He asked, his voice so surprisingly soft that he wasn't even sure if George could hear him.

"Editing." Was all George responded with. They had recorded a video for George's channel the day before, and Dream knew how much of a procrastinator George was when it came to editing. He shuffled over to the boys bed, sitting on the side. "Why are you doing it on your laptop?"

"Got tired of sitting in my gaming chair." He huffed. Dream could tell he was tired. "Did you stay up all night?"

"No." He murmured.

"George," Dream pressed, and George let out a whine as he leaned back, hitting his head against the pillow behind him. "Yes." Dream chuckled, scooting further on to the bed and peered over at George who glanced over at him, his eyes brimming with fondness just at the sight of Dream.

"Shouldn't you take a break?" Dream asked and George shot up, refocusing on his computer. "I wanna get this done by today," he whined, Dream raising a brow. "You should sleep," George just rubbed his eyes, clicking away on his computer. "No Dream. This is my job, I haven't uploaded anything in ages." His accent was more heavy and slurred, a rasp in his voice that sent butterflies off in Dreams stomach.

"How do I convince you to sleep?" Dream said playfully, nudging himself closer to the brunette. Said brunette sat crisscross, letting out an annoyed groan, trying to wipe the smile off of his face. Dream had to nudge himself behind George, pretty much sitting on the pillows next to the headrest of the bed.

George tried his best to ignore him, but his heart was beating faster and faster and holy shit what was Dream doing? The blond behind him was wrapping his arm around George's waist gingerly, etching words and shapes into George's silky skin. The shorter of the two wanted nothing more but to give in and melt into Dreams chest, watch Dreams reaction by completely dissolving into him.

But he didn't give in, no matter how fuzzy his brain felt. Dream pulled George closer to him, nuzzling his head into George's neck and inhaling his familiar smell. He recognized that Dream was spooning him, and the moment felt too intimate.

His hands slowly slipped off the laptop, instead resting at his sides. "Are you giving in?" Something about the way that was worded and how it slipped from Dreams tongue made him shiver. "N-no, maybe. I- I dunno." He slurred sleepily, and Dream chuckled huskily.

"You know you want to." Dream hummed, head presses flush against George's neck. George moved his hands to stop Dreams movements on his hips, instead intertwining his fingers with Dreams. "Not of you're not here when I wake up."

"Then I'll stay," Dream murmured, bringing George's hand to his lips and laying a delicate kiss on the center of George's hand. George was too tired to acknowledging it, but it still sent a flurry of butterflies through him. "Really?" He slurred, finally leaning back and melting into Dream, The blond in response leaving another kiss on his hand. He enjoyed feeling George's smooth skin against his mouth, he could only imagine what the brunettes lips felt like.

"Yes, I promise. Now go to sleep honey bee."

George's eyes felt heavy, and he finally dozed off. Dream closed the boys laptop and moved it aside, moving George so he was laying down on a pillow. He admired the boys face for a moment, soft breaths escaping him as he breathed. He looked so peaceful, and Dream felt his heart melt into a puddle.

'I love him.' He thought to himself. 'I love him so much it's almost painful.'

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When George woke up, he was surrounded by a certain warmth, but it wasn't a person. His eyes fluttered open, and instead of seeing Dream curled up next to him he saw the blonds hoodie, a pastel green one with a small and dopey smiley face in the left corner of it. It smelt of Dream, and George felt him instinctively grabbing the hoodie and slipping it on to his small figure.

The hoodie easily covered his figure, hiding his hands and going over his thighs. He slipped out of bed, wearing nothing but sleeping shorts and a t-shirt, along with Dreams oversized hoodie. Once out of his room he saw Dream on the couch in the living room and he hummed in the boys direction to get his attention.

Dream head immediately shot to look at George, his face going pink at the sight of the brunette. His messy bed head, chocolate colored eyes glossed over from sleep, and the cherry on top was the fact that he was wearing Dreams clothes. Nobody's perfect, but Dream could say George was an exception. Because the boy in front of him was crafted by literal gods.

"Good morning sleeping beauty." He chuckled, George giving him a lazy smile.

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A fluffy, short chapter for the soul <3