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George was on Dream’s lap, their tongues practically down each other’s throats.
He wasn’t sure what led them here. Not just today, but the last few months.
It started with falling asleep on each other, and slowly but surely progressed to scheduled make-out sessions. Both of them had been out of a relationship for a while, and saying they were desperate was an understatement. Having someone to be physical with was something they both missed.
If you asked them if they were friends-with-benefits, they would deny it. They weren’t having sex or anything; their contact was purely platonic.
At least that’s what they told themselves.
It was a warm and cozy day, one that felt unreal and angelic. The sun was golden in the sky, soft rays comforting the earth in their hold.
Days like this were so rare, and on this one in particular Dream and George were lying in Dream’s bed, cuddling. It was something they had been doing for a while, in an attempt to scare away the gnawing emptiness they both felt.
“I’m so fuckin’ lonely,” Dream sighed, staring up at the ceiling, watching the fan spin above his bed. The fan spun with a monotonous tone, no other sound in the room. He rubbed George’s back in time with the fan, some semblance of routine.
It was in the middle of the day, but his blinds were shut, allowing flecks of sunlight to shine onto their intertwined bodies.
George looked up from Dream’s chest and poked his face.
“Dream, I’m literally right here,” George said flatly. Dream chuckled and swatted George’s hand away.
“No, like,” he paused, frowned, “never mind.” Dream focused his attention on the fan again, his face twisting in hesitation. George sat up more, propping himself up on his elbows.
“What? Did I do something?”
“No, god George,” Dream rubbed his face, muffling his voice. “I miss being with someone, the physical aspects… kissing…” Dream trailed off.
George lied back down on Dream’s chest. “Ah,” he whispered. “I do too, actually.”
“It sucks.”
George hummed in response. Dream glanced down at him, his hand slowing.
“Your thoughts are so loud, save me the turmoil,” he smirked. George chewed on his bottom lip, a terrible habit. Dream always told him off about it, but he secretly found it endearing.
“What if,” George started, words slow and careful, “we had someone to kiss?”
Dream laughed at that, but shut himself up when George’s face flushed red.
“Dream, I’m serious. We already cuddle with nothing else involved, kissing is barely a step further,” George rambled quietly.
Dream rubbed his face, contemplating George’s idea. It wasn’t terrible, and he was right. They were purely platonic, just incredibly good friends. Kissing is a fun activity, and comforting as well. It couldn’t really do any harm. “Okay.”
George’s face lit up. “Okay?”
“Yeah, why not?” he grinned and moved to cup George’s cheek.
“Right now?” George gasped, pushing himself up to face Dream fully.
Dream chuckled, leaning in, “why not?”
George didn’t answer, instead opting to lean in slowly, studying Dream’s features closely. Dream was the one to close the gap, gently placing his lips onto George’s. It was a soft kiss, both of them scared of breaking the fragile bond they held in their fingers.
It didn’t last very long, only a couple kisses before George pulled away, a wide smile across his features.
“I think this will be good for us.”
“Hey,” Dream murmured against George’s lips, a hand against his chest. George placed a quick kiss on the corner of Dream’s mouth before pulling away. Dream was smiling up at him, hair all messed up from George’s travelling fingers. “I… really need to go and code a thing,” he drummed his fingers against George’s collarbone, “can I get a raincheck on this?”
At least he looked apologetic.
George sat back on Dream’s thighs, his hands trailing down Dream’s chest. He really needed this, but work typically comes first.
He nodded after a second of hesitation, sliding off of Dream and extending a hand. Dream grabbed it, and pulled himself up. He placed a kiss on George’s forehead before heading off to his room.
George fell back onto the couch with a loud sigh, but not loud enough for Dream to hear. He wiped the saliva off his lips and looked around Dream’s apartment.
It was a familiar place. He stopped by almost daily, a solid routine at this point.
He would wake up, eat breakfast, and immediately feel the absence of a body against his, pliant and heavy. He would crave the pressure against his lips, and the taste of another person’s saliva. He would then reach for his phone and dial up Dream, who would answer almost immediately.
They would never ask about it specifically, only delicately dance around the topic before deciding that George would be over in half an hour.
That was exactly what happened that morning.
Now, here he was, sitting in Dream’s living room while his kissing-buddy was off working.
He ran his fingers through his fringe and threw his head back, rolling it to the side to gaze at Dream’s office door.
A devious thought ran through his mind.
Arguably, he was the better coder, and if he interrupted Dream’s work he could just finish the code himself. It likely wouldn’t even take too long.
He knew it was a bad idea.
But really, what could go wrong?
He let himself stand up and move towards Dream’s office, and before he knew it his hand was on the handle and he was opening the door.
He shouldn’t be doing this. Dream would be irritated, and this was an unspoken line they had never crossed. Their physical needs were always separate from work, separate from the rest of their lives.
Things like this weren’t meant to mess everything up.
As his feet shuffled across the carpeted floor, he was breaking down a shaky barrier that they built together, brick by brick.
Dream was sitting in his office chair, tapping away at his keyboard. His headphones were resting around his neck, and George could hear some pop song faintly playing from them.
He was leaned back in his chair, fingers laced through his golden curls, scanning over his code when George slipped up behind him.
Wordlessly, George tapped Dream on the shoulder.
He sat up and turned his body, opening his mouth, but he faltered when George spun the chair around fully and slotted himself between Dream’s legs.
Dream’s hands hovered over George’s hips, his eyes scanning over the situation, calculated and confused.
“Is this okay?” George muttered, a moment of weakness, uncertainty flooding his brain. Dream stared back at him, his brow furrowed.
“George, what are you doing?” he asked. George’s arms prickled, and he moved back, away from Dream in shame. He knew this was a bad idea, he shouldn’t have tried, this was something they wordlessly swore they would never do-
Dream’s hands gripped George’s hips tightly, keeping him close. “Wait,” Dream murmured, and only loosened his grip when George let his weight rest in Dream’s lap. Dream looked up at George, eyes pensive. “Don’t leave,” he whispered, and placed a kiss on George's collarbone.
George shifted himself further into Dream’s lap, and leaned into his space. He kissed Dream on the cheek, then the corner of his mouth, then hovered over his lips, waiting for Dream to close the gap.
They made eye contact, their eyes saying more than their words ever could.
Dream leaned forward, capturing George’s lips on his own. George sighed happily in response, The endorphin rush he got from kissing Dream was almost too much, but it was immensely satisfying.
He moved his lips against Dream, pressing into him and biting on his lower lip softly. Dream gasped into the kiss, grabbing George’s hips and pulling him impossibly closer.
George felt pinpricks crawl up his spine, shivers making their way down his arms. He brought his hands up to Dream’s hair, giving it a small tug and angling Dream’s head the way he wanted it to be.
Their kiss was messy, as it usually was. Spit coated George’s lips and dripped onto his chin, but he wasn’t bothered to wipe it away. He pulled Dream even closer, pressing his face into the other man.
He longed to meld into Dream, fuse, become one.
He wished to hold Dream so close that they couldn’t let go. It was a need deeper than sex, a motion that can seem so superficial. He felt a pull so strong, he just needed to hold Dream in his arms, push his tongue into his mouth, feel his arms around the other.
“George,” Dream whispered, but George just kissed him harder, more aggressively. No matter how much he pushed, he never felt close enough.
He couldn’t explain what he felt, he needed to pull Dream into him, keep him there forever.
But then Dream was pulling away, eyes careful and gentle. “George,” he uttered, words failing him. George wanted nothing more than to continue their activities, but he pulled away and tucked his head into Dream’s chest. “George,” Dream said again, a bit louder. “What are you trying to do?”
George didn’t leave his place in Dream’s chest. “I dunno,” he whispered. “I just,” he huffed, digging his hands into Dream’s shirt. Dream rubbed his back.
“It’s okay, take your time.”
George loosened his grip on Dream’s shirt and instead ran his hands through his hair. “Dream, you know I’m not good at this,” he exhaled. Dream didn’t say anything, but continued to rub George’s back. It was soothing, helped ease his nerves.
“I came in here, because I missed you.” George pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes. “I think I messed up,” he said with finality, dropping the tension in his shoulders.
“Messed up what?”
“Us, I think.” George said. “We can’t keep doing… whatever this is. The cuddling was one thing, but I should never have suggested anything else. I can feel myself getting attached, it’s becoming too much. You know how hard it is for me to get close to others, this can’t be healthy. I am committing myself to something that will only hurt me-” he cut his own rambling off, digging his nails into his palms. He dared take a look up at Dream, only to find him staring back, looking shocked.
“George, I am so sorry that that’s been going on,” Dream exhaled, and moved to grasp George’s biceps. “You should’ve told me.”
“I know. I thought it would be okay,” he muttered. Dream nodded slowly.
“I might regret this,” Dream took a deep breath. “I do agree with you, we might’ve taken a step into a.... not-so-platonic arrangement.”
“You could say that again.”
“Hey,” Dream swatted George lightly, before continuing. “If it sounds good to you, I was maybe thinking we could… give us a shot?”
George sat up a bit straighter. “What does that entail?”
Dream laughed, “I mean, pretty much what we’re doing now, if I’m being completely honest here. But, George, I’d like to actually try a relationship, I think, if you are open to that,” Dream shyly smiled up at George, who matched his expression.
“We are kinda dumb,” George muttered, placing a kiss on Dream’s cheek. Dream chuckled and grabbed George’s face between his hands.
“Here,” he said before planting a kiss on George’s lips, “now I gotta get back to work, you idiot.”
He wasn’t sure why he let it go on for that long, but he’s sure he could get used to this not-so-platonic arrangement they were moving towards.
George slipped off of Dream’s lap, instead settling for sitting next to Dream with his head against his thigh. He sighed in contentment, watching Dream begin to type away at his keyboard.
He would be able to correct any mistakes from down there, and it was the least he could do for causing such a distraction.