I Like Liking You

Lingering

Dream's first thought after waking up is oh it's a hot day, followed by George is gonna die. Dream brushes his hair away from his face and breathes out through his nose, preparing himself for an overheated British boy. 

Dream walks into the kitchen and sees George shirtless and yeah, maybe he's in over his head. George isn't muscular but he's attractive. Dream stares at George's torso unabashedly for a moment too long until Sapnap elbows him.

Dream tears his eyes away to look at Sapnap. "What?"

Sapnap gives him a smug grin. "You were staring."

"Yeah, I figured," Dream replies, rolling his eyes.

Dream walks over to the fridge and opens it, looking for something to make breakfast. He settles for leftover pizza, pulling out the box. When he closes the door, George is waiting with a pout.

"Dreeeeeeaaaaaaammmmm," George whines.

Dream raises an eyebrow. "Yes, George?"

"It's so hoooootttttttt."

"It's July in Florida, George. What did you expect?"

"I expected to not drown in my sweat."

Dream laughs. "Yeah, sorry bud, but this is only early July."

George's eyes widen comically. "Nooooooo!"

Dream laughs again and eats a cold slice of pepperoni pizza from the box.

They finish recording a video much later than they'd hope, wrapping up just before dinner.

"Hmmm, I wanna upload this to my channel tomorrow,"  Dream says. "It might take a while to edit tonight."

George shrugs. "Shouldn't be too hard."

Dinner goes late too, making editing a more daunting task.

George and Dream sit together, chatting instead of concentrating. 

George leans against Dream. "Ughhh, the heat makes it hard to concentrate."

Dream only smiles fondly, looking down at George's head before turning to look at his monitor again.

"It's midnight," he says, the words slipping out.

"How far through are you?"

"I'm close to finishing editing. I should be done soon."

Dream tries to turn his attention back to the video, but George's weight against his side is too distracting. Dream wraps an arm around George, his free hand working slowly. Dream feels himself blush when his hand brushes George's midriff. He had forgotten George was shirtless.

"Dream?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't like summer in Florida-"

"Uh oh, wrong time to visit."

"-but you make it bearable."

Dream smiles and turns to look at George. George's eyes are alert, searching Dream's face for something. 

"I'm glad I've helped, George."

Dream takes his hand away from George's shoulders, about to brush it through George's hair, but George catches his wrist.

"Dream."

"What?"

"There's something you're not telling me." George's eyes are still roaming over Dream's face, lingering on his lips for a moment longer than necessary.

Dream gently pries George's hand away from his wrist with his free hand.

"It's late, George. You should go get some sleep."

George narrows his eyes for a moment, suspicion dancing on his features. His face clears quickly and he nods, a tiny smile on his face.

Before Dream can think twice about what he's doing, he presses a light kiss against George's forehead.

George blushes and blinks quickly, not comprehending what just happened.

"Good night, George," Dream says, turning his attention back to his computer.

Dream feels George's hand on his face, turning it ever so slightly. George kisses Dream's cheek quickly, then ducks out of their shared workspace. After a moment he sticks his head back in.

"Good night, Dream."