Dream Team Oneshots

You Were My Figure On Skates (DreamNotFound)

"Did you just really forget? Or did you just come anyways cause you missed me?" Dream asked, putting an arm around George's shoulder. He was surprised when the arm wasn't immediately pushed away.

"As if," George murmured, taking another sip from his water. He could blame the shiver running through him on that instead of Dream's touch. "I forgot. I felt like I needed to practice more, and I thought it was my day still."

"How much practice could you really need?" Dream scoffed. "I bet I could do some of the tricks that you do on the ice."

"I'd like to see you try," George said, crossing his arms and finally brushing Dream's arm off his shoulders. He missed the warmth immediately. Only because it's cold, he told himself.

"I'll prove it then." Dream stood suddenly from his spot next to George, heading towards the rink. "Just watch, I'll even do it better than you can."

"We'll see," George finds himself grinning as he watched Dream step out onto the ice, sitting back and waiting for disaster to strike.

Dream glided around for a moment, seeming to think about what he wanted to do. He'd watched George do plenty of different tricks on the ice, all of which looked simple and elegant whenever George did them. Now that he was out on the ice though, Dream wasn't sure he knew how to replicate them. He decided to attempt a very simple toe jump, one he had seen George do often. He glided around the edge of the rink, turning to give himself room to perform the move. He went to push his feet up and into the air, and for a moment he was off of his feet. The moment didn't last long though, and he didn't land back on his feet. Instead he found himself slamming face-first into the ice, feeling his nose hit hard. He slid against the ice for a moment, not entirely registering what was going on.

A shout had ripped itself from George's throat the second he saw Dream lose his footing, and he found himself up on his feet in less than a second. He was already taking off to skate over to Dream, not waiting for him to rise himself before he checked on him.

"Dream!" George shouted as he stood next to the man, reaching down to help pull him up. Dream slowly rose to his feet, looking down at George with a frown.

"Maybe it is a lot more complicated than it looks." Dream admitted, small smile returning to his lips already. George sighed, realizing Dream wasn't hurt too badly.

"You're such an idiot," he breathed, rolling his eyes. He caught sight of red on Dream's face, and his eyes widened suddenly. "Your nose-" he didn't waste any time in tugging at Dream's arm, pulling him over and off of the rink at a steady pace, sitting him down on the same bench they'd sat on minutes before. He quickly tugged his bag into his lap, searching through it for a moment before he found what he was looking for. He turned his attention back onto Dream, using the tissues to dab at the blood that streamed down from his nose.

"I'm alright George," Dream insisted, trying to grab for the tissues to take care of the blood himself. George swatted his hand away quickly, and Dream grinned widely, only wincing slightly as it crinkled his nose.

"You're so stupid," George reminded him, one hand coming to rest on Dream's cheek to hold him still while the other dabbed away at his nose. Both of his touches were as gentle as could be, care and concern evident. Dream found himself leaning into the hand on his cheek, enjoying the warmth of George's hand. George, amazingly, let him.

"It's your fault," Dream muttered, eyes fluttering closed as he let George fuss over him. "If you didn't look so damn pretty out there on the rink, I never would have tried the jump."

A strangled sound pulled itself from George's throat, making Dream crack his eyes open a small bit. George's face was flushed a dark pink, eyes narrowed and frown tugging on his lips as he focused as much as possible on Dream's nose. Dream chuckled and George's face only got darker.

"I hate you," George spat quietly, but with no real malice. His touch was still gentle as could be against Dream's cheek. "You're so annoying, I hate you so much."

"And yet here you are," Dream teased, his hand rising to cup the hand George held on his cheek, pushing his face even closer into it. "Taking care of me."

"You're the worst." George insisted, removing the tissues now that the bleeding seemed to have stopped. He didn't try to pull his hand away though.

"You like me anyways," Dream said, turning his face to kiss George's palm. George turned ten shades darker, mouth stuck open in astonishment.

"I-" he muttered, blinking rapidly. He closed his mouth, collecting himself with a steady breath. He spoke softer now, fonder. "Yeah, I do. Maybe a little too much."

Dream beamed at that, squeezing George's hand. "Really? You mean that?"

George was the one to chuckle this time, adoring the way Dream's face lit up and his cheeks turned the palest shade of pink. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to Dream's. He didn't linger for long, just enough time for Dream to realize what was happening and start to kiss back. Dream whined as George pulled away, trying to press their lips together again. George was struck with the wondrous thought that Dream wasn't wearing a smirk anymore. He had indeed managed to kiss the smirk right off of his lips. He laughed at this thought, pressing his nose against Dream's, frowning for a moment when he winced.

"Sorry," he muttered, hovering his face in front of Dream's nose instead now.

"'S fine. You can make it up to me by kissing me again, if you want." Dream muttered, his grin steadily returning, and well, George had wanted for a long time to kiss his stupid smirk away, so now that he had the chance, wouldn't he be a fool not to take it?