Comfort (Dream X GeorgeNotFound)

Talking

Dream 💚

geeeeeeeorge answer me you loser
where are youuuu? sleeping at 4?

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    George decided telling the partial truth would be for the best. He'd leave out the part where he fantasized about him, of course.

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George

Hey Dream, missed me so soon? ;*
I ran into an ex and spent some time at his place
Still need help with the plugin?

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    He hoped the reply was believable enough not to cause suspicion but not so vague that Clay would ask him questions. The typing bubbles instantly popped up at the bottom of the screen.

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-POV CHANGE-

    Clay had been sitting at his computer for hours, editing a video. All the blinds were shut, leaving the room to be illuminated only by the cold white light coming from a lamp hanging from the ceiling. He was about to get up to take a snack break when his phone dinged. The only person who he didn't have muted was George, so he instantly picked up the phone and sent a text.

Clay

GEORGE
finally >:(

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    He had been worried since George never left for more than a few hours at a time without saying anything. Even while moving, he always texted what he was up to and why he couldn't talk. Clay still missed him, but it was better than nothing.

    He started to type out a message saying he was worried, but he stopped. He had been so excited to get a message from George, he'd forgotten to actually read what he said.

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georgie 💕

Hey Dream, missed me so soon? ;*
I ran into an ex and spent some time at his place
Still need help with the plugin?

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    He stared at the messages for a long time. George was right, even if only joking. Clay hated to admit how attached he was getting to his best friend.

    Also... he ran into an ex and spent some time at his place. It was funny how for all the time he knew George, he never found out he was into guys.
Wait... He ran into an ex and spent some time at his place... Clay knew what that meant. And he also knew that George was his best friend, so why did thinking about his Georgie with another guy make him feel so weird? Clay didn't even like guys to chalk the feeling up to jealousy.

    He decided to call George instead of talking to him through text. It was strange to admit, but he really wanted to hear his voice.

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-POV CHANGE-

    All George could think during the call was Clay's voice - how it would sound next to him in bed when he was groggy from having recently woken up, how it would sound whispering the things he wanted to do to him, or humming a rhymeless tune while cooking.

   Luckily for him, Clay wasn't too big on showing his face, so they weren't talking on videochat. Even if George was extremely curious what his best friend and the man he was so madly yearning for looked like. However, that meant Clay couldn't see his blush when he was imagining random scenarios with them in love - everything from innocent hand holding to the stuff of his wildest fantasies.

    The fact that George wasn't visible didn't stop Clay from realizing something was off about him, though. He was oddly spaced out and giving short answers, letting the other talk. George tried to convince him that he was just tired, but to no avail.

    "Tired from what, paying a little visit to your ex?" George could practically see the smirk on Clay's face as he spoke.

    "Yes, for your information," he decided what the best way of going about discussing the day was. Finally, he decided to just cut the conversation short before he blurted something out that he'd regret, "I'm gonna sleep now, Dream..."

    George thought that if he referred to his friend with a nickname rather than his name, his feelings wouldn't flare up too much. Using actual names was... too intimate. It's why he squirmed when Clay made flirtatious jokes while addressing George with his real name.

    "Sleeping at 4:30 PM?" Dream chuckled, "Jeez, you really are tired. Goodnight Georgie."

    Even after he got changed and laid down in bed, he found himself repeating that phrase again and again in his head.

    "Goodnight Georgie."

    Something about it was so sweet and pure. He imagined Clay holding him to his chest in best, running his fingers through George's hair and telling him goodnight like that.

    A head swirling with thoughts of Clay, he hugged a pillow tight and slowly drifted off. He hadn't had sleep that good for ages.