Fuck, Dream thought. That was his only thought. He wasn't listening to the chatter that quickly came across his friends as they exited the haunted house.

"My bad for running off," Karl muttered and scratched his elbow. "That nun things scared the crap out of me."

Dream and George walked side by side, but inches apart. Neither of them dared to speak.

Sapnap was incredibly suspicious, to say the least.

Before going on any other rides, Darryl and Karl wanted to get some cotton candy.

Both of them waited in line as the other three sat on a picnic table not too long away.

Dream was looking anywhere else than George. George was just staring at his feet.

Sapnap glanced from Dream to George, folding his hands together.

"Are you guys good?"

"Yeah." They both muttered at the exact same time.

They exchanged glances as Sapnap crossed his arms. "Did you fight or something in the haunted house?"

"No." Dream responded swiftly, tapping his foot against the ground.

"So why the fuck do both of you look traumatized?"

Dream scoffed. "It was pitch black and we couldn't find you guys. Also, George was scared."

"I wasn't even that scared. It was just that one stupid thingy that popped out without warning. And you were teasing me like always."

"Come on, George. I wasn't teasing, you were practically clinging to me."

"I forgot to let go of your arm, and you decided it'd be a good idea to mess around and hold my hand."

"You didn't pull away."

George opened his mouth, but no words came out as Sapnap giggled.

"It was a in the moment type of thing."

"Sure."

"Dream, I'm serious."

"Just admit that you liked it."

"I didn't."

"You did."

"No, I didn't."

"Yes you did. You have a nice pleasure in touching me."

"Guys, I would love for you two to continue this wonderful conversation but Karl and Bad are walking back and we have more rides to get to. Specifically a roller coaster."

Dream and George looked behind them, and surely Karl and Bad were on their way.

"This conversation isn't over," George said with a tough tone, turning back to Dream.

"What else is to be discussed?"

"Clay."

"Alright! We got two bags of cotton candy. One blue and one pink. Let's go." Karl said in approach.

George shot Dream a glare before standing from the picnic table and following close behind.

Dream didn't want to cross the line, but it seemed like it had already been crossed since the movies.

Maybe it was time to stop. Stop touching him, talking with him about intense subjects. It was time to lay off.

———

"Goodnight everyone!" Darryl shouted from his room.

"Goodnight!" Everyone shouted back, the sounds of doors closing shut all the way down the hall.

Dream turned away from the now closed door to face George.

George noticed he was staring at him. He quickly turned in the opposite direction to face the window, avoiding all eye contact or communication.

"George."

"What do you want, Clay?"

"I'm sorry. About earlier. I didn't mean to tease you like that."

Silence fell over them as Dream sat on the edge of his own bed.

"George, please. I'm so fucking touch starved. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"You didn't make me feel uncomfortable, Dream. And that's what I hate."

Dreams heart started beating faster, his mind going to all sorts of places.

"What?"

"You heard me."

George couldn't handle not looking Dream in the face. He sat up slowly, turning his head to face Dream.

"With you, everything is different. Everything feels so much different. If I'm completely honest, I'm confused. I'm just confused as hell."

"What're you confused about?" Dream asked in a whisper, feeling himself shift from his own bed to George's bed, on the edge.

"In the house," George began, not being able to control his words anymore, "you said I make you.. feel things. Was that a joke?"

Dream bit his lip, blinking harshly.

"It wasn't."

George stared blankly into his emerald green eyes.

"What do I make you feel, Clay?"

With no hesitation, Dream began to speak. "Things that make me act different. I can't control myself around you, George. I can't even fucking think straight. You're always in my head.. I mean holy shit whenever I look at you my heart bursts. What I'm saying could ruin everything, and I'm aware of that. But I would never lie about the way I feel."

George could feel his own lips trembling.

All he had been wanting Dream to say, suddenly spilled out of nowhere.

In this very moment, he didn't feel confused.

He pulled Dreams arm closer, laying him down. He flipped the blanket over the two, wrapping his arms around Dreams waist and burying his head into his chest.

At first, Dream was confused. He didn't know where he should lied his arms.

He wrapped one arm around George, stroking his back and the other hand resting beside his own stomach. George carefully traced each line on his hand with his finger. Dream rested his chin on George's head, feeling the sudden urge to do something risky.

Slowly, he glided his hand further down, connecting his fingers with George's, holding it like he had in the haunted house.

Quietly, he squeezed his hand with a small sigh.

"Is this okay, George?" He whispered.

Their hands lied there silently on the sheets, George's fingers twitching every few seconds. "Yes, Clay."

Silence fell upon them again.

"Are you scared, Clay?" George whispered.

Dream swallowed a large lump in his throat that had been sitting there for awhile.

"Are you scared you'll make the wrong move?" George added to his previous question.

George quickly sat up, disconnecting their fingers and leaning over onto Dreams side.

Dream could feel the moon grinning at them through the peek of the curtains.

He carefully traced his finger along Dreams jawline, his hands slipping down to his neck, then his chest.

"Tell me to stop, Clay."

"I don't want you to stop, George." His response was quick.

"I don't want to stop either."

Dream slowly sat up beside George, scooting slightly closer and placing a hand behind his back.

He pressed their chests together, watching George to make sure his eyes hadn't wandered.

"Tell me to stop, George. Please."

George shook his head with a small smile forming into the corner of his mouth.

Dreams lips carefully hovered over George's, waiting.

"Is this what you want? For sure?" George whispered, his breath against his lips sending a shocking shiver up Dreams spine.

"It's always been for sure, George."

That was all George needed to hear.

His lips slowly, carefully, and quietly pressed against Dreams.

Dream gripped George's shirt firmly, George's hand on the others neck.

Dreams heart ached. It was burning.

This was all he had been wanting, all he had ever wanted. This was the only person he wanted.

Their lips moved in sync as they touched each other all over, like both the boys had been craving.

Soon enough, Dream pulled away, gasping for air slightly. He felt George's grip on his neck loosen, his hand soon falling to his thigh.

"Tell me you want me." Dream whispered, running a hand through George's hair.

"Please." He begged.

George's hand gripped more firmly on his thigh.

"I want you, Clay. I want you. I'm never going to lie to you."

Dream pressed another kiss to George's lips, his kisses soon gliding down to his jawline and neck.

George's hand flew to Dreams waist, and under his shirt as he tilted his head back to make more space for Dreams slow and comforting kisses.

"Clay," George groaned, Dreams eyes shooting up to make eye contact. Before Dream could speak, George nodded for approval and gripped his hand firmly to the back of Dreams neck again.

The two weren't thinking, although this is what the both of them wanted so badly.