George's birthday was in five days, so he wasn't really expecting to see birthday presents slide over to him from across the dinner table just yet.

George looked at the present in blue wrapping. A shiny green bow was placed on top of it, although to him, the colour isn't as vibrant as what he assumed it was supposed to be. "A birthday present? Already?" George asked as he looked over at his friend.

"Yeah, it kind of needs to be used now, before your birthday." Dream said as he folded his hands on the table. His food was pushed over to the side of him, Dream's focus was all on the brunet now. He was an excellent gift-giver, it was his favourite thing in the world. He loved to spoil his friends.

George peeled back the wrapping paper, there sitting in the box, was a ticket.

"Uhm," George looked up at Dream, a little hurt. "Are you trying to send me away already?" George took the plane ticket from the box and studied it closer.

"No, no, look where it's at," Dream said with a smile.

George took an even closer look, "The pumpkin patch?" George asked, just to be sure. He never got to go to any as a kid and when he finally was able to, he never had the time.

"Yeah, there is a hayrack ride, a corn maze, 'haunted' houses," Dream made air quotations with his fingers. "It's fun, I was thinking we'd go for your birthday. But it's only open for October, so I thought we'd go early." Dream took a breath. "I thought we'd head up to North Carolina to be with Karl for your special day."

George stared at the ticket. His stomach was bubbling.

Crisp fall weather, yellow and red leaves littering the ground, their feet crunching them with every step. And all of that would be with Dream. George smiled.

"I can't wait Dream." George stood up and walked over to Dream. He hugged him tightly.

"I'm so happy that I can finally spend my birthday with you next to me." Then George did something that would change Dream's feelings for George forever.

He kissed his cheek.

George walked off into the kitchen with his plate. Dream was unable to move. Subconsciously, Dream's fingers went up to touch the little place George's lips had touched him.

It burned. His fingertips were hot and his face was just as red and warm.

Why was his stomach filled with butterflies? Why did that little spot on his cheek tingle with electricity?

He couldn't…

Could he?

No.

Oh but the way Dream felt when he saw George look into his eyes. The way he would do anything for the brunet if he asked. How he would lay awake at night with no drop of sleepiness left in his body. Because he knew that the next morning he would be able to talk to the brunet.

How sometimes when he had his hands down his trousers the image of George would enter his mind.

Sometimes that image would even be the thing to send him over the edge, even when he tried to push the thought away, it would linger. And he would finish to the idea of his best friend.

Fuck.

Dream liked George.

A little bit more than he had thought he did.

-Two Days Later In North Carolina-

"George, come on!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming. Just hold on!" George was in his bedroom, getting ready for the night. George had the entire night planned out, he was ready for this experience. It would be amazing, it would be something that has never happened before.

"Okay, I'm ready," George walked out of his room with a book bag on his back.

Dream chuckled. "What is all that for?" He asked as he stuffed a hand into his front pocket.

George looked at him as if it was supposed to be obvious. "I just have a blanket in here."

Dream's face went crimson as he thought of the different scenarios the two would be in to need a blanket. "Uhm, why?" He asked.

"For the tractor ride, duh." George shook his head. "It gets chilly at night you know that, plus that's the best time for a hayrack ride." George grinned. "Did I mention that I was really excited?" George added.

Dream chuckled. "No, but believe me I can tell." Dream held out his hand to George.

George looked at it for a moment confused. Was he supposed to take it?

George thought about what it would feel like to lace his fingers through Dream's.

"Let me take your bag, George." Dream said, "I can carry it."

George smiled and laughed awkwardly. "Are you sure?" George asked.

"Positive." Dream watched as George slid the backpack straps off his shoulders and handed it to him.

"You're so weird, Dream. The backpack is light. I could have handled it."

Dream shrugged, "I didn't want you to."

"Hey so why isn't Sapnap coming?" George asked as he double knotted his shoelaces.

"He's at Karl's place hanging out." Dream said

"Right, sort of the whole reason we came to North Carolina," George confirmed.

"Don't worry, next week we go back to Florida and you'll finally be able to be back in your permanent home with me and Sapnap." Dream looked over at him. "I know it's kind of weird, your first week in America so far had been more of us in a two-bedroom hotel room more than in our house but I promise, we'll be back home soon."

"As long as I'm with you I don't care." George grinned. "I think anywhere can be home with you and Sapnap."

Dream went crimson but smiled. "C'mon we have places to be." Dream said as they walked out the door.

…

"I have no idea what we even do first…" George said as he looked around the place in awe. Dream looked around too, there were mixes of red, yellow, and orange leaves that littered the ground and clung to the trees. The air was crisp, the harsh cold of the wind bit their face with such vigor that George's porcelain skin was already beginning to turn red.

"Did you bring a sweater?" Dream asked as he looked over at his friend. His heart swelled in pity and love as the brunet shivered. The red of his face paired well with his ivory skin.

"No, I forgot. I packed for Florida, not North Carolina." George scrunched his nose, trying to get some feeling back into his face. "My winter clothes won't be here until next week. I didn't think I was going to need them that much."

"It still gets cold in Florida, George." Dream said slyly.

"No. Your cold is like 70 degrees while ours is below zero. Believe me Dream, your cold is warm."

"What-"

"You're just a wimp," George said.

"Then why are you shivering, huh?" Dream asked, thinking he won the argument.

"Because it's windy. Just because I'm used to it doesn't mean I'm not cold. Again, I wasn't prepared for it, okay?"

Dream cocked a brow, not entirely believing it. "Just admit you want help,"

George turned away from Dream. "What? I do not want help-" George felt a tap on his shoulder.

There, outstretched to him was a black and red flannel. The same one Dream had been wearing over his black long-sleeved shirt a moment ago. "Just take it, George."

George flushed.

Maybe he did want help after all.

"Won't you be cold?" George asked, his hand moments away from grasping the flannel. He wanted to giggle, still a little awestruck by the sight of Dream in flannel. He had the perfect fall, country boy look a moment ago. His red and black flannel, tan work boots, but tied it all together in the most Dream-ly way possible with skinny jeans.

Now, he had a skin-tight long sleeved shirt that toned his torso.

Both looks were good in George's opinion.

"I won't be cold. Take it." George slipped the flannel over his black t-shirt. It was warm and the scent of Dream took over him.

It was the same smell that would be in the air after Dream had showered, the fresh linen scent of his laundry detergent mixed in as well.

"Come on," Dream was flushed red as he looked at the boy in his shirt. George studied him, the brunet was dense but not as much as people thought, he knew what that little blush was. However, George tried to rationalize the pink crossing his nose and cheeks, but deep down George knew better; the red wasn't from the cold at all.

…

George kept his lips close to the warm apple cider in his hand. His pink chilly lips ghosted over the opening where steam was rising. It kept him warm, and the hot drink gave warmth to his numbing hands.

Most would say that it was unpleasurable to be out in the cold but to Goerge, it was perfect. Most would ask "Why would Dream take him out on a cold day?" And the answer to that was obvious to the both of them, George loved this kind of weather. There was nothing like warm apple cider paired with cool wind and warm tones of colour. Or crunching leaves smushed beneath the soles of the feet.

George was a few steps ahead. A little pep in his step as he moved on to new things. Pumpkins and red leaves, bare trees and everything else George loved about this season were right before his eyes.

Dream held a cup of hot chocolate himself, he wasn't a fan of apple cider. "Are you enjoying yourself, George?" Dream asked.

George looked back at him and stopped. He looked around and chuckled as a few leaves on the ground swirled on the dirt floor. Then he looked up at Dream and the blond could've sworn that George's eyes sparkled.

"I am," George said as his lips curled into a smile. His cheeks dusted pink.

God Dream could've just walked up to him and kissed him because of the look on George's face. Dream couldn't even fathom how one could be so beautiful.

Then, George held out his hand and Dream's heart skipped a beat.

"You finished your drink I see," George said, seeming to forget to explain why his hand was outstretched to the blond. "You don't have anything to keep your hands warm, do you?" George asked simply. In short, no Dream didn't have anything to keep his hands warm. And suddenly he began to realize the way the cold air pricked at his fingertips.

Dream gulped, "What are you getting at exactly?" Dream asked.

George rolled his eyes with a breathy sigh, almost seeming that it was such an obvious thing he was suggesting. "Hold my hand, idiot."

Dream's face went hot when only a moment ago it was numb like he had ice pressed to his cheeks. Not anymore though. "Oh," Dream was taking longer than he would have liked to admit trying to process the offer made by his best friend.

George sighed like he was annoyed and impatient but smiled like he would give Dream all the time in the world "Dream," George's tone demanded Dream to look at him. "Stop trying to deny you want me and hold my fucking hand," George said with a laugh. And Dream was wide-eyed and startled because George was right.

People moved past them, weaved between them and around their conversation. No one cared enough to give an ear and eavesdrop. No one cared. As what felt like millions of people walked by, none of them knew what was going on between these two best friends. No one knew that they were helplessly in love with each other, the only two people who knew were them. Even with dozens of people around, it felt as if they were amongst themselves.

So Dream took his hand and let George drag him off to who knows where.

They were running now. Their lungs burned as they breathed in cold air. They could almost taste blood in their mouth as they continued. Some looked at them as if they were strange. Others watched endearingly because they knew by the sight that these two boys were in love.

Dream let George guide him. He was completely and utterly at George's command. He would obey his word without thought, he would let him drag him across the pumpkin patch and not think anything of it.

But curiosity ate at him, and between pants, he yelled. "Where are you taking me?" Dream asked.

George quickly looked at the blond he was pulling by the wrist. As they sprinted, their hair blew back, the wind rushed their faces, keeping the other's words muffled. The only thing they could hear was the sound of wind passing their ears. George shrugged and faced forward, "Who knows!" And somehow, that was all the clarification that Dream needed.

Suddenly George was out of breath. He panted and steadied himself by placing his hands on his thighs. He bent over from exhaustion. George had no idea where he had taken them but neither seemed to mind.

Finally, George felt his heart rate become normal as he regulated his breathing. "I have no idea what I was doing," George said with a chuckle. The spur of the moment race they had to nowhere felt like it wasn't completely just for the fun of it. But maybe it was because when George gripped Dream's hand, his heart rate became quick and his adrenaline pumped; George needed something to do with his energy before he did something even stupider with his lips.

Now George had something to excuse his red cheeks and burning chest. However, George did internally curse when he realized his hand was no longer interlocked with Dream's.

As the blond cooled down himself, he finally met George's side and just barely slipped his fingers along Georges. He was a mixture of surprised and unsurprised as George held his hand back. He had been the one to initiate it after all. "Let's do the Corn Maze," Dream offered as he realized where they had accidentally ended up. Just before them, was the entrance to the corn maze.

"It's about to get dark though, is that a good idea?" George ask, Dream smiled.

"I'll lead the way." Dream said with a confident grin.

George wanted to trust him, so he let Dream lead him into the maze. But George also George knew Dream well, and he knew that he would never admit that he didn't know where they were going.

…

It was dark now, the weather colder than it had been earlier in the day. The stars were brighter with their pitch-black backdrop behind them. The full moon added a light glare to their faces, highlighting their cheekbones and noses. George's dark eyes sparkled with the light.

"Dream we're lost," George said, his hand still clasped with Dream's. The blond still seemed to be determined to get them out the right way by using the paths given no matter how many times George offered for them to make their own path and cut through the stalks.

"We are not lost." Dream said keeping his eyes ahead of him. "I know where we are going."

George and Dream took a left and then a right. Dream spoke again. "If we just take a left here and-" Dream stopped. He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.

George spoke for him, "And what? We'll be even more lost?" George looked around Dream to see that they were, in fact, not at the exit. A let down they had faced multiple times in the last hour.

"Come on Dream, we aren't even supposed to be in here this late. No one else is in here to ask so we should just cut through and go." George said softly, "I know you're pride is at stake here but I'm cold, you're cold, so let's just go."

Dream sighed and nodded, "You're right." Dream tightened his grip on George's fingers, only now realizing how cold they were; they were frozen to the touch. "Yeah, we'll get something warm to drink and find a way to keep warm."

Dream led his friend (No other term seemed to work, despite the fact they had been holding hands since they got here) through the stalks of corn, though for a moment they stopped. Before them, was a small bridge that overlooked the corn felid.

"Wait, Dream let's go up there a moment,"

"George, your skin is as cold as ice. I dont want you to get any colder."

"Oh, I'll be fine. I've been out in shorts and socks when there was half a foot of snow coating the ground. Did I get hypothermia? Pshhh maybe, but that's not important. I'll be fine."

Dream smiled. "For a moment." He agreed as George pulled him up the steps. As they looked out over it, George smiled. It was just tall enough that they could see the sea of plants go on for acres.

"It's pretty," George said, Dream smiled. His hand was no longer wrapped around Dream's. Instead, the brunet had his gripping the rail as he leaned forward on his tiptoes to get a better look. Even though he couldn't see the colour, the way the starry horizon met the field just had this certain type of effect on him; it simply took his breath away.

Dream walked up behind him, and he felt as if he had no control when he slithered his hands around George's waist from behind. Though, he knew his body would completely stop if he was asked to.

Dream forced himself to freeze for a moment, long enough to ask permission. "May I?" He asked.

George turned around to look him in the eyes. "Yes," George whispered, his hands reaching up to his neck to cup Dream's face. Dream's grip tightened.

"Your face is a better view than the stars you know," George whispered, they could see his breath cloud the night air.

"Is it now?" Dream asked as he leaned in close.

"Don't get cocky, it was a simple compliment." George smiled widely and brought his lips to ghost over Dream's. "Kiss me," George ordered.

Dream's breath hitched and he smiled.

"Yes sir," He smiled and kissed George. His lips slid over the brunet's. The motion brought warmth into their freezing lips. Dream pressed him to the rail and forced his tongue into George's mouth. George gasped into the blond's mouth, their hot breath evident in the cold atmosphere.

"Ah Dream," George whispered "Please."

Dream wasn't quite sure what he was pleading for so he pulled back and waited for George to continue. "Kiss me harder, please," George begged in a hushed voice.

Dream obliged and pushed him harder against the rail, his hands trapping him. Dream's knuckles turned white as he gripped it harder. Dream's hips bucked forward and he could feel George against him, all of him. Dream groaned into their kiss.

"George," Dream said softly between kisses. "Aren't you still cold?"

George pulled away to answer, pressing his forehead against Dreams. "Heh, no." George pressed himself against Dream. He drifted his hands down to his belt loops and held him in place as if to prove a point. "Body heat does wonders." George grinned as he pressed his lips to the blond's.

George circled his hips and Dream gasped with pleasure. "We can stay here." George whispered, "I seem to have changed my mind."

George was still moving his hips against Dream's hard-on. Their breath was heavy and the cold seemed nonexistent now. George was hard too, "Please touch me." George said as he took Dream's hand and brought it down to the bulge in the brunet's pants.

Dream had dreamt of this, imagined it as he did lewd things to himself. He ached for George to touch him and now it was finally happening.

"Let's," George's breath was heavy, he could hardly get his words out from his lack of air. "Let's lay down," George suggested.

Dream didn't audibly agree, instead, he merely brought George to the wood floor and pressed him on his back. Dream hovered over him, steadied himself with one arm, and played at George's zipper with his free hand. He slipped his hand through the fly of George's jeans and palmed George through his boxers.

George's arms were wrapped around Dream's neck, his hands clawing at Dream's shirt. Dream had his lips pressed to the fiery skin on George's neck. The blond's hips were between George's knees. Dream whispered against George's neck, "Do you want this? Do you want me?" Dream asked.

George whined when Dream's finger slipped underneath the elastic of George's boxers. He waited for an answer before moving any further.

"I want you. I want this. Dream, please touch me." So Dream obeyed, he slipped his boxers off of him. The cold air against his hard cock. Dream slid his thumb over the slit and George gasped as he clutched the blond's hair. Dream used the now beading precum dripping from George's cock as a lubricant. It allowed him to pump his hand smoothly over The brunet's length

"Ah please dont stop," George begged, though, Dream had no reason to stop. He would keep going until he saw that final state of pleasure wash over George's face. "Dream," George let Dream continue his work, but he sloppily played at Dream's belt and zipper. It was difficult, with his trembling hands caused from the overwhelming feeling of Dream's hand on his cock. But he got the belt undone and his zipper unzipped and he slid his hand into Dream's pants and palmed him through his boxers.

Dream moaned and bit down on George's shoulder.

"Ah- help me get these off," George said as he played at Dream's pants. Dream huffed with a smile and slid his own boxers down.

George took Dream's hand and brought it around both of their leaking cocks. Dream could feel George's length against his own. George did the same with his hand and they both pumped at the same pace.

"Ah- Fuck George." Dream cursed, his lips caught between his teeth.

They kept going, their breath heavy and hot, George writhed beneath Dream. His back arched off the floor. As George's release began to surface, a wave of heat washed over him. The sweat coating his hot skin clashed with the biting cold of the October air. He got chills all along his body as he felt himself find his release.

"Dream I'm gonna cum-" George panted.

"Me too, George," Dream pumped faster and whimpered in George's ear.

Both of them came and hot white cum coated their stomachs.

They panted, their skin hot and sweaty.

"That was…" Dream began his panting getting in the way of clear sentences. Dream grabbed the blanket from George's bag and fell to the ground next to him. He covered them both and caught his breath as he thought of the proper word.

"New, amazing, inevitable," George offered. He looked over at Dream and smiled. "I have more if you'd like more options."

Dream laughed and smiled, "No, I think those work nicely."

As Dream caught his breath he found his pants and shirt and began to dress himself. He was gathering George's clothes when he heard rustling from within the stalks. They panicked and urged each other to get dressed quicker. Thankfully, they were fully dressed (although hastily) when two workers emerged from the tall plants.

"Are you two lost? People aren't supposed to be in here this close to closing time."

George, wide-eyed, answered for them. "Yes, we were. Could you point us in the direction, please?"

"Uhm, its just over there. Left then a right." George and Dream nodded.

"Thank you." They yelled as they ran off.

"You dumbass you had straw in your hair," Dream said as he plucked it from the brunets locks. "They knew."

Dream was facepalming in embarrassment.

"Of course they knew!" George argued as he nearly tripped form being delirious with laughter.

…

When they got home, they were still high with giddy from their past few hours. Though their laughter stopped as they noticed Sapnap and Karl sitting on their hotel sofa.

" you guys have fun? How was it?" sapnap asked

The running, the sex, the burning of their lungs.

"It was…" George thought for a moment, trying to avoid Sapnaps curious gaze. Though, Dream answered before the brunet had to.

"It was a workout "

And that was all they said. Sapnap and Karl looked confused but didn't ask any more questions. Instead, they watched as George and Dream walked off into the kitchen to find themselves dinner. And then Karl and Sapnap saw it, for the entire world to see, George and Dream still held hands.