Forever

Chapter 8

"George? What the hell are you doing?"

With palms pushed flat against Dream's chest, George shoved him lightly and shot back, "what the hell are you doing, Dream? You're the one attacking me in the middle of the hallway."

Still clouded with confusion at the suddenness of what had just occurred, Dream scoffed quietly and responded, "because you're the one breaking in here in the middle of the night."

"I didn't break in, idiot," George answered, "I used my key and came in through the front door."

George lifted his hand, and his keys dangled from his finger, glinting in the street lamps that flooded through the nearby window. Dream only shook his head, pushing messy waves back from his face as he sighed and said, "George, it's like three in the morning, and I just spent the last couple of years trying not to get murdered by your bloodthirsty brother. So really, what the hell are you doing?"

George held his gaze for a moment, and then busied himself with shoving his keys into his pocket. He glanced back up, and Dream impatiently raised an eyebrow as he continued to wait for an answer.

"I couldn't sleep," George finally muttered.

"You couldn't sleep?" Dream repeated slowly, just barely catching the light flush of George's face in the moonlight.

George rolled his eyes, an exasperated sigh spilling past his lips as he tried again, "the bed at the hotel, it's uncomfortable."

His voice trailed off, and Dream only nodded slowly.

Leaning back against the wall behind him, Dream let a slow grin melt over his face as he asked, "the bed isn't comfortable, so you decided to come all the way over here at three in the morning?"

George lifted his eyes from the floor, holding Dream's gaze for a moment before rolling his eyes in annoyance and muttering, "yes, that's what I just said, isn't it?"

Dream laughed softly, waiting until George finally looked up again to ask, "that's the only reason?"

George held his gaze but didn't answer right away. Instead, he stepped forward into the small space that separated them, tipping his face up to look at Dream at the same time large hands slid to his waist to pull him even closer.

"Come on, George," Dream muttered in a low voice, "I wanna hear what you're doing here."

"Fine," George finally sighed in defeat, "I missed you."

A warm smile spread over Dream's face, and George's arms were looping around him in a tight embrace before he could even respond. He wrapped his arms around him, pulling him closer and kissing the top of his head as he quietly responded, "I missed you, too."

George held on to him for a second longer, and when he pulled back he let his hands slide up to Dream's chest. Dream's eyes dropped to watch pale hands slide down slowly over the front of his shirt, fingertips disappearing under dark fabric when they reached the bottom hem. George didn't go any further than warm palms sliding up against Dream's lower abdomen, keeping his touches light and soft as he looked up at Dream questioningly.

Dream grinned, sliding one hand under George's chin and tipping his face up towards his own. He recalled how badly he had wanted to kiss George earlier that very same day, and he didn't hesitate to lean in this time and slot their lips together. George kissed him back like he wanted it just as much, and his hands slid further under the fabric of Dream's shirt.

And although Dream knew there were things they needed to talk about, his mind went hazy quickly when soft lips dragged back along his jawline, dipping down towards his neck in a trail of light kisses.