After spending the last two weeks hanging out, going out drinking, staying out extra late, and even going to some parties, Nick had to prepare to head back home.

Tonight was no different. The group walked back to the dorms, drunk. Hardly able to stay on the sidewalk as the passed other groups who weren't nearly as drunk.

"Dream!" George laughed as he watched the other trip over his own feet, nearly falling flat on his face. However the tall male managed to keep from hurting himself too much.

Nick turned around and laughed as he seen his best friend slowly getting off the grass. "Clay what the hell?"

George looked the other dead in the eyes, and with the most serious tone he could muster up. "Who is Clay?"

Dream looked at Nick. He returned the same gaze, both went into laughing fits. Now two of the three where on the grass.

A little frustrated, George crossed his arms and kept walking back to their room. Leaving the other two like he didn't even know them.

"Hey, wait up!" Dream smirked as he got up and went after the brunette. Almost falling again as he approached him.

Nick however was still on the ground, he hadn't noticed he was alone just yet.

Once he caught up to the other, he placed a hand on his shoulder. Making him stop in the middle of the sidewalk.

"George." Dream breathed his alcohol laced breath into George's face as he looked him in his drunken eyes

Even though the stench of alcohol didn't bother George, he was still upset and tried pushing Dream away.

"Stop, I want to go home." George sighed as he walked away from Dream again.

Dream was confused as to why the brunette seemed to be upset. However he kept close to him, not only to make sure no one hurt him. But to also find his way home.. as he was overly drunk.

As the two made their way back to the dorms, George kept looking over his shoulder. Seeing the blonde stumble and walk zig zags caused a small smile.

Finally, George managed to find their door after wondering several other halls. "My key works!" His drunken happiness echoed through the hallway.

While trying to shut the door, Dream stuck his arm in to hold it open.

"Woah there." Dream laughed as he pushed the door open. Though it looked like it had startled him by the way he pushed himself inside.

Slowly, George backed up until he felt the bed. There he sat and watched silently as Dream ran into the wall, the desk, and their shoes while just trying to enter.

"Are you mad?" Dream asked as he went to toss his keys on the counter. He completely missed as they landed right on the ground.

George rolled his eyes and laid back on the bed. Kicking his shoes off and setting his keys on the pillow. "No."

The blonde laughed as he shook his jacket off, then tried to approach George again.

Resting his hand carefully on the others thigh, he tried his best to get back on George's good side. After all, he really just wanted him to move over so he could lay down.

"I know when you're mad, so just tell me already." Dream leaned over to catch the others gaze.

With a small huff, George finally met Dream's eyes. "I just wanted to know who 'Clay' is. You and Nick kept bringing him up tonight."

Keeping his laughter in was one of the toughest moments in his life now. The blonde couldn't tell if George was being serious or not.

After a few seconds of disbelief and silence from Dream, George rolled his eyes and turned his back to him.

"Oh come on, George." Dream tried getting him to turn back. Though no matter how hard he tried George's stubbornness persisted.

Trying to figure out how to get his attention, Dream walked around the room picking up a few items.

"George.." Dream said softly in a deeper tone as he once again tried to gain the others attention.

Just the tone alone could make anyone feel.. something. And as the brunette slowly turned, he couldn't help the blush that swiftly rose to his cheeks.

The taller male had found the special little toy the two had purchased a couple weeks ago. Luckily it was still in the package.

"Dream!" George jumped out of the bed and quickly tried to take away the item before the blonde got any ideas.

Holding it high above his head while laughing, Dream snaked his arm around the others waist. Bringing him in closely as he whispered.

"Kiss." He demanded in almost a toddler mood as he pursed his lips into a pouty form.

No matter how hard he could try, George couldn't help but oblige and connected his lips to the others.

Dream didn't fully expect George to actually kiss him but he took this opportunity to the fullest. Dropping the toy and swiftly scooping up one of George's legs to wrap around his waist.

"Ah.. Dream no... We're drunk." George slightly moaned at the beginning but tried to seem serious.

Licking his lips and looking down at George, Dream smirked and went in to mark up George's neck.

"Fine." He said after giving one lonely hickey the brunettes neck. "You have to catch me first." Dream quickly broke away from the close contact he had with George and ran around the room.

After wrestling Dream to get him out of his mood, George finally managed to get him to calm down. However he ended up on the bed with him, cuddling.

Slowly, the two began to drift off to sleep. Their bodies close, breaths in sync with each other.

Rest, exactly what they needed.

"Clay!"

...

"Clay god damn it!"

Just before he could fall asleep Dream heard his name being called.

It stopped.. and at first he thought it was George. But it couldn't be because he was right here.. Oh Shit.

"Nick!" Dream panicked as he jumped out of the bed.

Swinging the door open, the taller male stood in the middle of the hall trying to find his friend. He completely forgot they left him.

"Oh god there you are!" Nick said as he quickly threw himself at Dream.

"I'm so sorry.." He said as he tried to hold the other up off the ground.

Helping his best friend into the room, he made sure he was alright.

About thirty questions later, Dream finally laid Nick on his bed and tucked him in. Making sure he was comfortable and safe.

But as he went back to his own bed, George had sprawled out over the bed. Completely knocked out as he heard some soft snores.

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No matter how much he wanted to stay here with his best friend, it was time to head back home. Fortunately Nick had gotten his things packed up before last night.

The plane was to take off at 10:15 a.m.

Yet.. none of the males had woken up yet.

Some doors further down the hallway slammed, and students chatter could be heard all the way in their room.

As Nick slowly opened his eyes and stretched, he flipped onto his front side. Grabbing his phone off the floor where it fell last night.

Once he looked at the time he turned it off and laid his head back down. A few seconds passed, and his his shot open. He quickly turned it back on and seen the time.

"Fuck!" He yelled as he rolled off the bed and landing on the ground.

His head hurt, body ached and stomach growled as the hangover had already started to take a toll on his body. Making the sunlight which slipped between the blinds cause strain in his vision.

The sudden curse woke Dream up. Sitting straight up, the blonde looked around until he seen the other on the floor.

"What's wrong?" His voice raspy and deep as his body slowly woke up. The hangover also affecting him as it seemed like his head was pounding with the beat of his heart.

Frantically picking up the last of his belongings, Nick tried to throw on some fresh clothes. "It's 9:28 Dream, my plane leaves at 10:15!"

The same panic hit the blonde too, as he quickly got out of bed and helped gather the few things Nick had laying around.

After changing to new clothes himself he glanced over at his friend to see if he was ready.

"Go ahead, I need to grab my wallet. I'll meet you at the bus stop." The taller male reassured his friend with a smile.

No hesitation as Nick booked it out of the room and and down the few flights of stairs. Of course the other students were confused. However they kept to themselves.

Even though he needed to be heading out, Dream made sure to let George know where he was off too.

Placing a soft kiss on the others forehead, Dream quietly woke the brunette up. "Georgie .."

His eyes slowly peaked open but quickly shut at the sudden pain form light sensitivity. 'Damn hangover' he thought to himself.

"Dream?" He said reaching a hand out to grab at the other.

The blonde smiled as he leaned back down. This time he placed a hand on George's cheek, gently holding it. The other was in the headboard to keep him from falling on top of George.

Connecting their lips in a kiss so soft and delicately, like butterfly wings. He could feel the warmth of George's skin on his.

The passion was unreal. It's was almost as if their lips were made for each other. Once broken off by Dream, it left George longing for more.

"I'm taking Nick to the airport. I left some medicine for your headache on the counter. I'll be back." He said softly as he quickly headed out the door.

The taste of his lips lingered far after Dream had left.

Making his return only more anticipated and sweet.