I don't own this art ^, it's something that I found literally over a year ago. Sorry.

TW: SMUT ah yes. Mildy vanilla smut. There will be a line where it starts and where it ends along with a quick summary of what happened after it ends.

Rest in peace, Technoblade.

3rd Person POV

George was the first to have his eyes unwillingly flutter open to see the soft glow of the morning sun being cast into the room.

The first thing he noticed was the blonds arms tightly wrapped around him from behind. The next thing he noticed was:

Fuck I have to piss.

He started to slowly pry the others arms off from around him, but to no avail as the blond only tightened his hold.

George huffed. He didn't really want to have to wake his lover, but he didn't have much of a choice.

"Dream, wake the fuck up! I have to piss!" He whisper shouted.

Dream groaned and tightened his hold, "No you don't." he muttered.

George rolled his eyes but smiled. "Yes the fuck I do, let go."

Clay opened, rolled his eyes, and loosened his grip just enough for George to pry them off and run to the bathroom.

After doing his business George trudged out of the bathroom and collapsed onto Dream and got back under the covers.

"I thought you didn't wanna cuddle anymore?" Dream teased with a fake pout.

"I had to piss!"

"Sounds like you're avoiding me and the topic."

"Fuck you." George ended the conversation right then and there, refusing to take any more of Dreams 'morning bullshit'.

After about half an hour more of just laying in bed, delaying the chores of the day with conversation, they finally arose from the sheets and decided to head downstairs, into the kitchen.

"So I prepared almost everything yesterday, but I have a few things I still need to do so if you wanna wait in the bedroom for like 5 minutes, we can go out after. You can look through my drawers and pick an outfit too." Dream explained after George asked why Dream wasn't letting him have breakfast.

"But I'm hungryyy," He said, dragging out the 'y'. "can't we just eat and then go?" George whined.

"No, trust me, you'll thank me when we get there. Now go upstairs." Dream ordered, but with less a demanding tone and more of an annoyed.

"Fine." George gave in and trudged down the hallway.

"What's that all about?" Asked Sapnap, who had been lounging on the couch the entire time, listening to their conversation.

Dream hesitated and waited for George's footsteps to fully fade away before answering, "I've wanted to make it up to him about the whole 'spending hours under intense stress, treating some random guy that you didn't even know, and draining someones blood' thing." Dream said and let out a sarcastic chuckle at the end.

"So you're... Depriving him of his morning meal?" Sapnap asked questioningly, raising a confused brow.

"No, dumb ass, we're having a brunch picnic." Dream said, taking out some ham and cheese for the sandwich he's making, and something out of the freezer.

"Ohhh. And why can't George know?" He asks.

"Because I want it to be a surprise." The blond said bluntly as he continued making the sandwiches.

With that they fell into silence and soon Dream had packed a few sandwiches, a couple bottles of water and some soda in a portable cooler along with a few other snacks.

He folded up a nice, large blanket and set it next to the cooler and headed upstairs.

Dream rushed upstairs to find George, only to open the door to his bedroom and find nobody.

His face immediately fell into an expression of confusion.

"George?" He asked out and his eyes searched the room and found the bathroom door open.

Listening to his instincts, he decided to check the bathroom and was surprised once again, only this time by seeing George staring at himself in the mirror with a soft, almost sad expression.

Dream fell immediately silent and started slowly walking towards George.

"George? Are you alright?" He asked, as George had not given any indication that he noticed his presence.

"Y-Yeah... I think so..." He said softly, with a hint of question laced in every one of his words.

"What's going on?" Clay placed a hand on the brunets shoulder as he stood behind him, staring at him worryingly.

"I just-..." He paused for a moment, gathering his words. "Sometimes, you'll just look in the mirror and not quite recognize yourself anymore... I'm a completely different person than I was before I was brought here. Hell, I don't think either of us are but..." He dragged his eyes away from the mirror and looked down at the floor, as if the granite tiles would hold the answer to his his questioning eyes.

Suddenly, a wave of guilt went over the blond as he realized that whatever George was going through, he was to blame.

"George, I'm so sorr-" His sincerity was cut off as George's head lifted back up, only this time not to gaze at himself in the mirror, but at the freckled blond who found himself at a loss for words from the look in the brunets eyes.

"I didn't say that was a bad thing." He turned around and looked up at Dream and stood on his toes to press his lips against the others.

The kiss didn't last unnecessarily long and George pulled away in a matter of seconds with a smile as he stared into the shining green eyes before him.

"So you said that we had something to do?" He asked innocently, as if the confusing actions just moments ago had never happened.

"I- yeah, follow me." Dream said, grabbing George's hand and taking a quick look at his outfit.

Washed, baggy, blue ripped jeans, a white button up shirt and some converse. Dream also had rather simple attire, grey, ripped jeans and a black hoodie.

Nothing special, but the events ahead, planned and unplanned, most certainly would be.

"Alright, do you wanna carry the blanket or the cooler?" Dream asked as he led George downstairs.

"Blanket? It's summer in Florida. What the hell do we need a blanket for?" George asked.

The blond let out a breathy laugh in amusement and responded with a simple, "You'll see." before moving on down the stairs and out of the house.

Time Skip

"Clay, it's been like 20 minutes. Are you dragging me out in the woods to kill me?" George asked, more as a complaint than anything else.

"We're almost there." Dream assured.

"Are you sure we're not lost?" George asked, a trace of serious worry in his voice as he wearily looked around at the forest.

"Yes. I'm sure. Oh! Here we are!" Dream changed his course of direction and drifted off to the right with a skip in his step.

George followed and he gasped when the forest opened up to the slightly familiar sight of the hilly fields. The same ones that George had ran out to during his escape attempt. The same ones Dream had pinned him down to the ground in.

A shade of rosy pink crept up to George's cheeks at the memory. Although there was nothing sexual about it in the moment, the position itself was quite the opposite...

"Dream, what are we doing here?" The brunet asked as he gazed out at the lush valley that stretched out far and wide before finishing back into the treeline.

Dream set down the cooler underneath a nearby tree and took the blanket from George's hands before he began explaining.

"Well, I've been thinking about this place ever since you ran out here. I mean I would have stopped to admire the view if I wasn't busy running after your dumb ass." The two of them laughed and Clay laid out the blanket under the tree while George continued to admire the valley.

"That still doesn't explain why we're all the way out here." George said, his voice and his eyes soft as his main attention was still on the field.

Dream sat down on the blanket and George sat closely next to him.

"A brunch picnic."

George immediately felt stupid and mentally facepalmed.

Well I could have figured that from just the blanket.

The brunet watched intently as Clay opened the cooler and brought out 2 sandwiches before quickly shutting the cooler and handing a sandwich to George.

"I made these just before we left and I have a few more sandwiches and packed some snacks and desert."

Time Skip 4 hours

The sandwiches were finished and so were a small portions of the snacks and the boys were laughing heartily with the smaller laying in the others arms.

The laughter between them slowly died down into a brief silence.

"Do you wanna head back now?" Dream asked, looking down at the smaller who lay between his legs and in his arms.

"Mmm... No," George hummed, "I wanna stay here longer... This is really nice," he said, turning on his side and snuggling deeper into Dreams chest.

Clay chuckled, but less from humor and more with adoration.

The sun had already passed it's peak and the boys were thankful they had settled under a tree and had the shade to protect them from the sun.

They were in a comfortable silence for a good while before Dream suddenly froze in realization.

"Shit." He muttered.

"What's wrong?" George asked, peaking up at the other through his messy, chocolate brown hair.

"I forgot, I packed desert. Do you wanna eat it now?" Dream asked and George smiled toothily and hastily nodded.

The smaller sat up while Dream leaned over to the cooler, digging to the bottom of the cooler to pull out two disposable bowls, a jar of cherries, and a tub of ice cream.

He set the tub of ice cream down and looked at George who sat with his lips parted and eyes wide in disbelief while Dream sat dumbfounded.

"Uh- Drea-!" George couldn't finish his sentence before he burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.

"What? Don't tell me you're lactose intolerant." Dream said seriously, confused as to why George was clutching his stomach while laughing.

"I- Dream-" He said between wheezes before giving up and falling onto his back.

Dream, not understanding why the other boy was laughing found himself slightly self conscious, wondering how he had made a fool of himself this time.

Slowly, George began to calm down and took ragged breaths as his lungs finally began to work properly again.

Dream looked at him with an unimpressed look.

"So are you going to finally tell me what's so funny?" He asked.

George had to press his lips in order to stop him from laughing again.

"Dream... Tell me, how long have we been out here?"

Clay looked at his watch.

"I don't know, about 5 hours, I'd say?" He said, unsure if he had done the math right considering he didn't know exactly when they left.

"And I'm guessing you took that ice cream out of the freezer right before we left?" George asked, restricting the giggle wanting to escape from his throat as he watched Dream's face as he began to piece things together.

"Oh no-" He rushed to open up the tub of ice cream to find it completely melted to the consistency of milk.

"Fuck." He shouted and George burst out laughing again.

"Shut the fuck up, I forgot about it, okay." Dream said angrily, but also with a little bit of amusement in his voice as he finally found what the other found so funny.

"Dream- even if you hadn't forgotten, it would have still been melted in just the 40 minutes it took us to get here and eat." George said between his hysterical laughter.

"Wha- I thought it would be fine in the cooler!" Clay defended.

At this, George only laughed harder and soon the blond found himself letting out small chuckles on account of his misjudgement.

"W-well I guess we're not gonna be having dessert, then." Dream said, trying to keep away his wheezes as he closed the container and set it back in the cooler.

George grabbed his wrist.

"No, let's eat it anyway. It's not like it'll taste bad or anything. It's just melted ice cream." He said softly, now that his laughter had died down.

For some reason, this odd gesture warmed the blonds heart and he smiled before pouring some of the melted ice cream into two bowls and add a cherry to each of them. The moment Dream plopped the bright red cherry into the bowl, it sank out of sight into the the sticky, chocolaty swirl of dairy and sugar.

And just like that, they found them eating melted, chocolate ice cream and miscellaneous snacks till the sun began lowering, its golden light shining through the grassy valley and illuminating just the edge of the forest before the trees behind it plummeted into darkness, as it would stay till dawn. And while most of the animals in that forest settled down to sleep for the night, the energy between the two stayed lively but calm at the same time. Neither of them felt like sleeping, both of them would rather stay in this moment for longer. Enjoying the sight of the setting sun and the glorious hues of pinks, oranges and yellows in the skies above it. The clouds above seeming like something out of a fairy tale. Something that seemed like the only ones who's eyes were worthy to be set upon the view, are those in a paradise, but in each others eyes, that's just where they found themselves. Paradise.

"I've always loved the sunset." George said out of the blue.

"Me too... Me and my friend... Allie... We used to always watch the sunset. We'd sneak out after dinner and ride our bikes to a hill where we'd just mess around. And after the sun set, we'd leave." Dreams heart pained at the memory of Allie and he subconsciously wrapped his arms tighter around George.

"Damn... I never really had friends growing up... I skipped a few grades and was pretty much always at least 2 years younger than everyone else so I got picked on a lot." George said, though his voice wasn't filled with sadness as he spoke. More like numbness with a hint of regret.

"Didn't know I kidnapped a genius." Dream snorted and George rolled his eyes.

"You don't know a lot of things, for example, you don't know that ice cream melts if it's not in a freezer." George laughed and Dream lightly smacked his shoulder.

"You're still on about that?"

"Yes." He deadpanned.

There was a brief silence before Dream built the courage to ask, "And what else don't I know?" genuinely wanting to know a few more things about the brunet.

George, a little surprised, took a moment to reply. "Well... You probably don't know that before I met you, I didn't even really know that I liked guys..." He said softly, a little embarrassed but couldn't quite place his finger on the reason why he found this embarrassing. "What don't I know about you?" He added on.

Dream thought for a moment. "You don't know that I find you so fucking adorable whenever you get all embarrassed. Like you are now. The pink on your cheeks really suits you."

George's cheeks flushed into .

"Well I think I could have guessed that." He mumbled but Dream heard and laughed.

"I bet you don't know that I already found you attractive even before I kidnapped you."

"So you were stalking me?" George asked, a small laugh behind his voice, masking the ghost of concern.

"I wouldn't call it stalking... I just thought you were cute." Dream said honestly. "And I still do." Dream teased, nuzzling into George's hair.

George rolled his eyes and just let the subject be and moved on.

"Bet you don't know I wish I'd kissed you the day that you booped my nose and called me adorable... I think that's the day that I really fell for you," George said and shifted to straddle Dream's thighs and face him.

Dream eyes were immediately torn from the beautiful sunset to the even more beautiful brunet in front of him.

Both of their breaths hitched as their eyes met.

"I bet you don't know just how much nobody has never made me feel like this before." Dream grabbed his waist and pulled George further into him, his voice low and seductive.

"I bet you don't know how much I want you to be my first." Georges voice shifted to almost a whisper and he wrapped his arms around Dreams neck and left their faces inches away.

Both of their breathing, heavy with desire, brushing against the others face.

"Oh?" Dream said, though only one word, they both knew how sincere of a question that was.

The sun sank deeper, now only a dim, golden light filling the hills and the valley.

In synchronization they pressed their lips together and closed their eyes, and it wasn't long before George's hips began to boldly roll against the others.

Eventually, George pulled his lips away, but left them dangerously close together as he spoke. "Dream... "He panted. "Please."

Hearing the the lust in George's voice almost caused him to not hesitate and ask, "Are you sure you want this?" he asked, grabbing George's chin and tilting it to level with his.

"Pretty please?" George asked innocently, but still, Dream resented from continuing- at least until George asked again. "Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

That was all Dream needed to let out a quick smirk and flip George onto his back and hover above his lover.

The blond pressed his lips roughly against the others and brought his hands to the hem of his own hoodie and pulled away only briefly to pull the cloth over his head along with his shirt.

"Dream." George mumbled into the kiss.