Forever

Chapter 27

The first two days of the trip passed by quickly. Rather than focusing on the conversation that awaited them when they got back to London, Dream focused solely on making sure George had an amazing time in Paris. He wanted it to be much like their first trip here; filled with good food, plenty of visits to landmarks, and with the added bonus of creating new memories together.

By the end of the second day, Dream could tell that George was exhausted. They were back at the hotel after eating a late dinner, and George had just gotten out of the shower. His hair was damp and small drops of water had beaded against the nape of his neck. Dream watched them slide down and slip under the collar of an oversized hoodie that he knew belonged to him.

Dream sat perched on the end of the bed, letting his eyes trail slowly over George's back as he searched through his bag.

"You like when I wear your hoodies," George muttered just loud enough for Dream to hear. It was a statement rather than a question, and the words were spoken with a confidence that Dream hadn't heard in quite a while.

"Yeah?" Dream hummed back quietly, leaning back with his palms pressed flat against the bed behind him, "how can you tell?"

George turned to face him, and Dream saw the hint of a smug grin on his face as he answered, "because you've been staring at me since I got out of the shower."

Dream laughed under his breath, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head questioningly as he asked, "so what? I stare at you all the time. You're pretty, I can't help myself."

George's face flushed, and Dream smiled proudly. It had become a habit for him to not be too forward with George, but he couldn't seem to help himself when George was acting far more like his old self.

"You do stare a lot," George hummed quietly in agreement, leaning against the dresser behind him, "but you look at me differently when I'm wearing your clothes. You're looking at me differently right now."

Dream felt warmth creeping up towards his own face, and he sat up a bit straighter as he asked, "and how am I looking at you, George?"

George gave him a small smile, and then quietly murmured back, "you're looking at me like you'd prefer the hoodie to be on the floor rather than on me."

Dream faltered for just a second; he was more than surprised by George's sudden boldness. Maybe it had something to do with the wine they had at dinner, or perhaps it was just George feeling more comfortable around him. Whatever it was, it was making Dream's thoughts go hazy.

George seemed satisfied with the blush that had crept up towards Dream's cheeks, and he wore a smug grin as he turned back around towards his bag. Dream shook the surprise off quickly, pushing himself off the bed and crossing over to where George stood.

George stilled as soon as he felt Dream behind him, and Dream quietly asked, "is this okay?"

George nodded, and Dream dipped his head low enough to press a light kiss at the point just below his ear.

"Actually, George," Dream hummed quietly into his ear, "I'm looking at you like I want you in my hoodie, and only my hoodie."

"Oh," George breathed out quietly, and all traces of the confidence he had displayed just moments earlier vanished.

Dream laughed quietly, letting his lips graze down the side of George's neck as his hands moved to the brunette's waist to pull him closer. George leaned into the touch as if it were instinct, and a satisfied hum pushed past Dream's lips. He pressed another light kiss against the side of George's neck, and George's head tipped back against Dream's shoulder.