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“George look! It’s raining!”
It had been a week since George’s arrival to Florida. After long months of preparations, he finally moved in with Dream and Sapnap would have joined them the following weekend. Adjusting to the new environment was kinda hard at first, but the domestic ambiance quickly melted to a normality that George could enjoy. Other than the weather, he hated the weather. When he arrived, George was happy about the hotter climate, finally getting more sun time in a week than in his entire life ever had. But the sunny happiness went away rather quickly, replaced by the suffocating humidity and scorching light of noon.
Years and years of despise for fickle rain and cogent downpours, George found himself missing the sound raindrops and booming thunder. So, when Dream excitedly entered his room, George mimicked in his own way the enthusiasm of the blond.
“Really?”
Dream nods, a giddy smile makes his eyes wrinkle. “Yeah! C’mon, let’s go to the porch!”
George feels a grip on his wrist and, before saying a thing, Dream drags him out of the room, leaving his setup and work for later. They stumble through the messy living room, a reminder for George of their shared procrastination when it comes to building furniture.
Opening the door, George is hit with the petrichor smell of the rain, a signature of Mother Nature’s crys. It’s musky, it's fresh, pleasant as the memories it brings along and comforting like a hot cup of tea on a cold afternoon.
The white wood creaks and cries under the pressure of two bodies, the wooden fence is just a little damped and a bit of water wets George’s fingers as he lays his free hand on the wood. Dream’s hand is still hooked to George’s wrist, light and feathery sweet.
The sun is covered by grey dull clouds, extending over the dark horizon and covering the city with a blanket of humid air. Even if it was raining, it was still hard to breathe but it had already started to dissipate into a more fresh and buoyant atmosphere. A small wind accompanies the water, forceful enough to give it a slight tilt.
“Man,” Dream exhales. “I needed this. Finally the air is changing!”
George smiles. “Yeah, I agree.”
“Hey! Wanna watch something together?” Dream asks hopeful.
“Mmhh… I have some editing to do.”
Dream laughs through the nose. “Yeah suure, why were you looking at Twitter then?”
Embarrassment pools at the top of George’s cheekbone. “Shut up! Ok, I’ll watch something with you”
“Yey!” Dream’s smile doesn’t fail to make George’s heart flutter a bit.
They get inside once more, Dream immediately running towards the tv and couch to prepare. “But only if you edit my video for me.” George adds, moving through the kitchen to find some microwaveable popcorn.
“Ok!” Dream shouts from the living room, he’s crouching near the tv as he attaches his laptop to the tv.
George comes back from the kitchen, bowl of buttery goodness in hand, the smell makes his mouth water. “You’re really that desperate for me to watch a movie with you?” George observes the blond move around, taking fluffy blankets from the cabinets and puffing up the pillows that still smelled like Ikea and not like home, yet.
“Yep!” Dream says, popping the ‘p’ at the end. “Besides, I'm faster and better with editing compared to you.”
George scoffs. “Yeah yeah, whatever you say Dream.” Fake annoyance and sarcasm mix in his tone. He sits in the middle of the couch, engulfed by Dream’s placement of the pillows.
“Also you’ve moved, like, a week ago and we still haven’t spent a movie night together irl!” Dream gets up, towering his figure over George’s before sitting next to him.
“I-I, yeah…” George hates how mushy he feels every time Dream says something like this, bubbling up feelings in his gut. Maybe moving in wasn’t the best idea, or maybe it was, George couldn’t tell.
The film starts, voices buzzing in and out of George’s ear as the tickles of the rain bounce off the roof. Sinking in the comfort of the couch with warm buttery popcorn, George lets his mind relax like his body. It’s soft and slightly warm, an involuntary smile places itself on his face and his legs retreat near his core, pressed together loosely and tilted so their weight it’s on Dream’s thigh.
The comfort is so overwhelming that George doesn’t notice when Dream sneakily wraps an arm around his shoulders, tugging him closer so much that George’s head falls on the other’s chest and Dream is able to place his chin in between the silk-like coffee hair.
Until he does. George and Dream both jump at the sudden thunder that roars in the floridian skies and, of course, Dream’s grip gets a little too forceful for George not to notice.
But, before he can say something, the tv shuts off and the few lights on the side tables follow behind. A moment of silence is filled with another booming roar from outside and George scrambles to the window facing the back yard. To say he didn’t feel regret leaving Dream’s embrace would be a lie, a lie he didn’t want to think about.
“The power is out,” George states looking up at the sky, teary beads blocking the true view of the colossal gray clouds.
“I noticed.”
George scoffs. “What are we going to do now?”
“It’ll come back either this evening or tomorrow morning.” Dream says, still on the couch.
George sits back down, careful to not touch Dream again as he crosses his legs. A pout forms, scrunching his features. “What can we do now then?”
Dream taps his foot with no recognizable rhythm, titling his head to the right a little while the cogs in his brain turn and twist. Almost mezmorized, George fixes his gaze on his friend to study his expression.
Even without much light present in the room, George can see the viridian eyes glimmer under thick lashes. He can admire the myriad of freckles that paint over the slightly tanned skin and the gold like hair covering his forehead. He wants to reach and touch with his pale finger the growing stubble on the man’s chin and jaw, wondering how sharp it would feel if he kissed-
Ok that’s enough fantasies for today, George shakes the thoughts away before he’s pulled out of his seat by a strong force.
Immediately he feels wet, drenched with cold rain that hits his skin like bullets. “WHAT THE FUCK DREAM?” George shrieks at the sudden change of temperature his body goes through.
Dream laughs hard, folding on himself as gelid drops hit his back and, subsequently, make his shirt ten shades darker. “What?” His smile is so tight with genuine joy it almost hurts to watch.
“WHY DID YOU DO THIS??” Dream laughs again at George’s incredulous tone and expression.
“You were bored so now we are here!” He opens his arms, signaling the location they were in. The backyard, like most of the house, was still a mess they needed to figure out. A hole dug in the far right, Sapnap’s idea to make a small pond, wsa filled with muddy water . Potted plants stood in a line near the wooden fencing and a medium size tree covered a small part of the yard.
"C'mon Georgie!” Dream announces and, before George can say a thing, he feels his body start to hover the ground thanks to two strong arms wrapped around his waist.
George’s eyes shot open. “Wait! NO! DREAM!!” he screams, swinging his legs to try to get out. But, of course, he fails as Dream’s arms press his back further into Dream’s chest and George tries not to yelp. Dream’s laugh rings in his ear, reminding George how close Dream’s face is to his.
And splash
Dream drops George into the water, George screeches at the sudden impact with the ground and the water. Dirt and grime wet his face, clothes, body and he visibly shakes, not distinguishing it if it’s from disgust or the cold.
“Dreeaam” George whines, looking up at the man. Guilt shines under the viridian, so George follows with a giggle to make the other aware that he isn’t really upset.
It works as Dream smiles back and extends a hand, bending over slightly.
An idea bubbles up in George’s mind and, as Dream is about to say something, George grabs his hand and pulls Dream down, digging into the mud for better leverage with his feet.
Another splash, and George finds more dirt on his face, which he quickly swipes away as Dream emerges next to him.
“GEORGE!”
This time, George laughs. “What?”
“AT LEAST I DIDN’T DROP YOU FACE FIRST!” Dream rubs his face with his hands.
“Whoops!”
Dream gets up, this time George takes his hand for help. “Welp… now we’re both dirty,” Dream states and George shrugs.
As they’re about to go inside, a jazzy tune starts playing from the house next to theirs. Deep and candid voices sing an old tune, familiar but not enough for George to recognize. Saxophones and violins accompany with a multitude of altos and pizzicatos, producing a well balanced melody.
“How do they have music?” George asks.
“They’re an old couple, I think they have, like, an old record player or something.” George answers with a ‘oh’.
Dream hooks his fingers around George’s wrist, tugging him once more in the rain, now more delicate than before as, presumably, the sun sets over the greyed out horizon. “Let’s dance Gogy!” Dream playfully exclaims as he starts to groove with inconsistent moves.
With a smile, George tags along with Dream, circling each other and hand in hand jumping around laughing. The wet grass is pressed flat by the consistent pressure, producing clammy noises each and every step the two take. Clouds above move ominously, dark patches like graphite and light spots of abalone grey.
Somehow, the wacky dance transforms into something more polished as Dream hooks George’s waist and George places a hand on Dream's outer part of the collarbone. Hands linked, they both spin and twist with the tempo of the song. Still laughing, not a moment of awkward silence is shared.
But as the song comes to an explosive end, Dream moves the hand that held George’s to his waist, picking up the other and spinning around. “Woah! Dream!” George laughs as both of his hands are now on Dream’s shoulder.
They spin and spin, the song stops but they keep twisting as the rain dies down to a mere few drops. Eventually, Dream puts down George, arms still around each other.
“That was fun!” George giggles a little out of breath from laughing, eyes scrunched closed.
Dream hums, feeling closer to George than he expected so he opens his eyes. Dream is close, very close, face wet and dirty, eyes locked with George’s, lips slightly apart.
George gulps at the sight, keeping his gaze fixed as Dream slowly leans in, more and more, inch by inch, until they’re merely a breath apart. However, Dream stops, breathing on George’s lips with half closed eyes.
So George flexes his toes and… they’re kissing. Kinda, it’s more like a touch of the lips at first, very uncertain of the other’s feelings. But, as George backs out, Dream pushes him in again, this time more of a kiss.
It’s soft and gentle but at the same time a little bit desperate, it tastes like the clouds and the humid air and their noses graze each other’s cheek, George finally feeling the light stubble of the man. It leaves them begging for more and so they do, stealing a kiss out of each other’s mouth, curling into giddy smiles and playful giggles fill the lungs.
They keep kissing and kissing, no regards about the sun setting or the wet clothes. They only need each other and their kisses, their lips constantly on the other’s.
“George,” Dream whispers on the pink lips. “We need to go inside.” George let’s out a disappointed whine, but another kiss of Dream’s steals it from him.
So they enter the house, drying and putting on warm clothes one they pass the evening robbing smooches and kisses from each other. Giggling with a cup of warm tea and watching the rest of the film once the power comes back.
The rest of the days before Sapnap’s arrival are spent hugging and cuddling and, once Sapnap finally comes, they can only last a day without their hand all over the other. Sapnap, of course, asks questions as he finds his two best friends kissing and giggling on the couch.
So they tell him, in between laughs and lovable glances at each other and, in Sapnap fashion, he responds with:
“Took you long enough. I couldn’t bare the both of you already pinning like teenagers online, if I had to bare the same thing irl I would have intervened myself”
They laugh it off and George asks in what way he would have intervened and Sapnap remains silent.
From that moment on, every time the rain was mentioned, Dream and George couldn’t suppress the giggles, leaving fans very, very confused.