"Shush and go back to bed." George scolded Dream, gently shoving him back down onto bed.

"I'm not tired, George!" Dream exclaimed, making a pouty face. George wiggled his finger in Dream's face.

"You need your sleep! You just flew back from across the world." George admonished the blonde boy, who was currently laying half on and half off of the large bed they shared, while he sat, perched on the end of the bed.

"I'm not tired, George!" Dream repeated, sitting up and dodging George's arm, which came up to pin Dream down back on the bed.

"I swear, Dream, I'm gonna-" George groaned. Dream smirked.

"What're you gonna do? Huh? Kiss me?"

George's mouth twisted into a smirk. "Ha! No kisses until you lay back into bed and sleep for another few hours."

Dream pouted. "That should be illegal." He crossed his arms. "At least cuddle me and help me fall asleep."

George rolled his eyes. "Fine." He huffed, climbing into bed next to Dream.

"Now, cuddle me." Dream demanded in a childish voice.

George raised his eyebrows but did as Dream asked, pulling him closer and resting his chin on top of Dream's dirty-blonde mop.

George closed his eyes, slowing his breathing in an effort to set an example for Dream, just as he thought he was about to fall asleep, he felt Dream squirm out of his grip and something fluffy came crashing down onto his head. George blinked his eyes open and sat up, slightly disoriented. He looked over at Dream, who was standing with a pillow in his hands.

Dream snickered.

George blinked at Dream for a moment, surprised at his temerity (A/N: Ha! Vocabulary word *smirks*). He slowly rose, climbing out of bed and clutching his pillow, advancing on Dream. Slowly, the snicker fell from Dream's face, replaced by a look of pure terror.

"George, George, we can talk about this." Dream backed away, but only came upon the bare wall as a smirk grew on George's face. At the last moment, Dream ducked away and narrowly dodged George's vicious slap with his pillow, which caused George to stumble a little, allowing Dream to land another hit on him.

George recovered quickly, darting around Dream to catch him in the back of his neck, causing Dream to promptly trip. Thanks to his siblings, George had grown up with pillow fights in his nightly routine, so this was his area of expertise.

"You challenged the wrong man, Dream." George's grin only grew wider at Dream's look of worry. "Get into position, Dream."

"What?" Dream's brows furrowed, and George momentarily was distracted by Dream's adorable look, but he shook himself out of it.

"Two pillows each, fight until the death." George explained in a condescending tone.

"Oh." Dream darted into his closet and emerged with a few more pillows, tossing one to George and taking another one himself.

"Ready?" George asked, smirking.

"Um. Yeah. What happens if I lose?"

"When I lose." George corrected. "And, you will go to sleep."

Dream gulped at George's aura of confidence. If he was being honest, it was kind of hot, but Dream was trying not to get pummeled by pillows immediately.

"Ready, then?"

Dream nodded slowly.

"Five."

Shit.

"Four."

Shit, shit, shit.

"Three."

"Two."

Fuck, I'm gonna lose.

"One. Go!"

Immediately, George jumped Dream, tackling Dream to the ground and beginning to pummel him by pillows.

Oops. Exactly what I didn't want to happen.

Although, this position is pretty hot.

Focus!

Dream tried shielding his face with his pillows, but George began tickling Dream, and he began squirming and fighting back. Dream managed to get a few good hits on George, but George's hits far outnumbered Dream's.

Dream tried for a different tactic. He let go of his pillows and began tickling George. When George began pawing Dream's hands off, Dream wrapped his arms around George's neck and leaned up to kiss George.

For a moment, George froze, then began kissing Dream back. Suddenly, Dream flipped George over so Dream was on top, giving him the vantage point. (A/N: All you dirty minded people, I see you. Keep it in your pants.)

"Do I win?" Dream panted.

"No!" George pouted. "That's not fair!"

Dream chuckled. "Too bad."

George crossed his arms and went silent, looking away from Dream. Dream hurriedly got off of George and offered a hand to him, but George stonily stood up without Dream's help and began walking towards the door.

"Come on, George, I'm sorry." Dream began chasing after George. "Please, come back. I wasn't serious." He pleaded.

George stopped at the door, neither making a move to open it nor turn around.

"George?" Dream's voice was quiet. "I'm really sorry if I did something wrong."

George was silent for a long time, and Dream dropped to his knees behind him. George began to shake; from what Dream could not tell. He began making some sort of choking noise, and Dream looked up, mildly concerned.

"Are you- are you okay?"

Suddenly, George burst out into a fit of laughter, and he spun around, glancing at Dream's slumped form on the floor.

"Ha! You- ha- I- ha, ha, ha!" George choked, clutching his stomach. Dream looked at George funnily, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"You thought I was serious!" George sputtered out between laughs.

Dream smiled nervously, looking up at George.

"I was joking, you dumbo!" George finally said, after he stopped laughing. He kneeled down at Dream's level and took his hands.

Dream let out a breath that he didn't know he had been holding. "Jesus Christ, you scared me." He muttered. George gave Dream one look, then burst out laughing again.

"Stop laughing at me." Dream wrenched his hands from George's, embarrassed. George leaned back against the door, clutching his stomach as he continued laughing. After a while, Dream couldn't keep a straight face anymore, and began smiling tentatively.

"That-" George choked out, "was the best pillow fight I've ever had."

"Glad you revel in my discomfort."

"My pleasure, Dream."