George held his phone in his hand, scrolling through it as he tried to keep his mind everywhere but the thoughts
that wouldn't go away. He had theories, he looked up at the blonde boy sitting a few feet away from him, on their
couch. Sapnap was upstairs streaming some dumb stream with Karl so they were downstairs, just chilling on their
phones, waiting for Sapnap to be done so that they could all hang out.
George noticed the distance between him and Dream, he wanted so badly to lessen it, become closer to the
boy than ever. Figuratively, and literally. He remembered the first time he ever touched him, when they first met,
he hugged him. They hugged till the pain started to get worse and worse, Sapnap having to pry them off each other
for their own safety. He hated himself, he hated that he hurt Dream, but he couldn't help it. Neither of them could
help it. He was born in England, and Dream was born in Florida.
The pain had been blinded before, people from different countries didn't even seem to notice the pain when they
held hands with their partners, or kissed them. How George wanted to do the same with Dream, but they weren't
dating, and they never could. Although, he had an idea. He didn't want to hurt Dream, but he also so desperately
wanted to try his idea. Just a few seconds of connection, that's all George asks for.
"you okay?" George suddenly gets brought back into reality as Dreams voice suddenly started, bringing the boys
attention. "You've been staring at me for five minutes now, what? Do you want something?" Dream asked, shutting
off his phone.
George turned off his as well, looking towards the floor as he suddenly became very nervous. "Um.. yeah" he
stated, "I was wondering if I could do something.." George asked, Dream raising an eyebrow, probably confused.
"why are you asking me?" He laughed lightly, "you're not five George, and I'm not your mom" Dream turned his
phone back on, expecting George to go do whatever he wanted to do.
"well, I can't really.. without um.. you" George scooted himself closer to Dream, still at least two feet apart, and
he could feel the heat radiating from him already, making him sweat a bit, either from the nervousness, or the blonde
boy next to him.
"what's that supposed to mean?" Dream asked, looking George up and down hesitantly, probably wondering why
he's moving closer.
George scooted closer again, now only a foot between the two, Dream started to lean backwards slightly, seeing
how their proximity was effecting George. George swallowed hard, "well, I wanted to try something.." he asked,
although Dream looked very hesitant, he slowly nodded, giving George the opportunity to move even closer.
"Geor-"
"it's okay, trust me" George stated, looking up at Dream, who still looked hesitant.
George covered his hands with his hoodie, and pulled his hoodie over his head, covering his hair and neck as
he slowly crawled onto Dream, making sure his whole body was covered. He felt Dream below him start to relax,
realizing that George wasn't 'melting' as they call it. It's not technically melting though, it's just searing pain. George
turned himself around, and sat between Dreams legs, leaning himself back so that his back was against Dreams chest,
he liked how Dream encased him like he was the smallest person in the world, when he really wasn't, Dream was
just really tall.
The heat wasn't as bad as before, making George feel a bit more comfortable. He felt Dreams sleeve covered arms
wrap around George's waist, pulling him closer as George touched his sleeved arm with his own covered hand.
"I told you to trust me.." George closed his eyes, "and look where that got us" he smiled softly, Dreams smell had
never been stronger to him, Dreams heat had never, ever been this comforting, almost addictive, and it was weird
for George since he wasn't supposed to like it.
Dream dug his face into George's shoulder, "are my heatwaves too much for you?" George rolled his eyes, hearing
that he said those words with his stupidly hot smirk, no pun intended.
George did his wide smile that made his eyes close slightly, this was the closest he's ever been with someone
who didn't originate from England, or other places besides America. "Shut up, you won't be talking when I become
a puddle" George smiled, making Dream laugh lightly. It was their little joke. They always said over calls and
streams that when they met, George would melt into a puddle because of Dreams blazed genetics. That has never
actually happened to a person, but it sure feels like you're melting.
"that would be great, I'd put you in a jar above the tv" Dream smirked, George shook his head, this bitch.
George leaned his head back, resting it against Dreams shoulder as Dream was doing to him, "then I'd get to
look at you every day when you come by in the mornings, and in the middle of the night" He leaned into Dreams
touch, disappointed that he couldn't make contact with his skin, but still content. "Do you think that would actually
happen?" He asked, earning the blondes attention. George laughed lightly, "would you still love me if I was a puddle
Dream?" He asked, looking towards Dream who was blocked by his hood.
Dream laughed with him, "of course" He pulled the boy closer, "you're freezing you know that?" Dream asked,
George nodding.
"it's almost like I'm from England" he smiled wider, he liked this feeling, their temperatures mixing together
into a perfect lukewarm atmosphere. George was always told that interacting with a warmed genetic person would
result in immense pain and sometimes even fatal injuries, but here's the proof in front of him. Actually, the proof
was cuddling him.
"I'm sorry" Dream stated, raising his head.
George looked over at him in confusion, "for what?"
Dream looked over at him, pulling a hand up to pull part of the brunettes hood back, to see his face. "For this"
Dream stated, leaning closer and kissing George on the cheek. At first, George didn't feel anything, but then he
heard the steam, felt the burning sensation on the left side of his face. He gripped onto the arm around his
stomach, keeping still as Dream leaned back, the sizzling sound stopping. George slowly opened his eyes,
he wasn't in pain, well, he was. Like, awful pain. But the pain didn't bother him, he almost liked it even.
"Dream.." George stated, looking up at him with his fond, brown eyes, "can you kiss me?" He asked, his
heart racing through his chest. He looked up at the green eyed boy, the two sort of knew that they liked each
other, but they were in that annoying faze where everyone thought they were dating, and sometimes, even they
did, but they weren't. The two just never really had that talk, never really labeled themselves anything, they
were just two friends in love. Like they could've done anything, their touch alone gives both of them pain.
George loved that Dream didn't even hesitate to do what George had asked, leaning his head down, kissing
the smallers lips. This time, the pain instantly appeared, but George made no reaction to it. He raised his hand,
leaving his right one on Dreams sleeve covered arm, as he cupped the side of Dreams face, knowing that both
of them wanted to disconnect so badly because of the pain, but wanted to stay together because of the love.
Steam radiated from both George's hand and his lips, along with Dreams as it floated up to the ceiling, disappearing
into the atmosphere like it was never there. George liked the sounds, he liked the feeling of pain as long as it was
Dream causing it. Once the two pulled back, George instantly let go of his face, feeling the relief of coldness wash
over his face, trying to erase the warm feeling Dream had left. Fire and ice, two things that should never mix as
to the risk of the others death.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmm I'm so tireddddddddddddd. I want to update something Karlnap but I've got like
zero ideas for the ship T~T AHHHHHHH. Btw, sorry this was a shorter one, I wanted to write more but I
suddenly got an idea for smth else and I was like subconsciously writing at one point while my mind was
like everywhere else XD
LOVE YOU GUYS, AND I HOPE YOU ENJOYEEEEEDDDDD ❤️💖🩷💕💘💗💞💓💓💗💞💕💖💘❤️❤️❤️❤️
