A/N: A classic ;)

Dream blearily blinked his eyes open to the sound of George bouncing on the bed.

"Good morning Dream!" George sang.

"What?" Dream grumbled, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Time to wake up! Do you know what day it is?"

"I dunno." Dream yawned, staring up at George.

"No day special. But, we're going to be baking something!" George answered, smiling widely, and Dream couldn't help but smile at George's adorableness.

"Didn't we already do this and like, mess up the entire kitchen?" Dream asked.

"Yeah, so we're going to do it again." George stopped bouncing and looked at Dream hopefully. "Please?"

"Okay, fine." Dream grumbled. "Only because you look cute. Now pay up, I want a kiss."

George beamed widely and pressed a kiss onto Dream's cheek before clamoring off the bed. "Great! Go and get dressed and I'll go find a recipe!"

"You still haven't found a recipe...?" Dream didn't get to finish his question before George shut the bedroom door and sped off to the kitchen. Dream chuckled slightly to himself, and, slightly smiling all the while, changed into a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie before exiting the bedroom.

"Go brush your teeth!" George called out to Dream.

"How did you know I was here?"

"I could hear your ginormous feet stomping all over the place."

"Oh, so I'm Bigfoot now?" Dream raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a smile.

"Yep," George replied. "Now go brush your teeth."

"Alright." Dream did as George asked and walked back into the kitchen, careful to make his footsteps light so he could sneak up on George, who was currently hunched over his phone, probably scrolling the internet for recipes.

"Hey." Dream drawled, snaking his arms around George's waist and laying his chin on George's shoulder so he could see what George was looking at.

"Hi. I heard you coming in, by the way."

Dream groaned, letting go of George. "Seriously?"

"I'm kidding. I'm just not that easily scared." George smiled, and Dream whacked the back of George's head good-naturedly. George didn't turn around, instead smirking.

"Don't do that again if you don't want a food fight. You're basically asking for it, and I'm only giving you one more chance."

"Got it, sir!" Dream mock saluted, before leaning back over George's shoulder. "So, what are we going to be baking today, sir?"

"You can stop calling me sir, Dream."

"Yes, sir."

George facepalmed before continuing to scroll. "I'm thinking we make brownies or cookies. I'm not sure which one."

"I like cookies better." Dream commented, resting his chin on George's shoulder again.

"Okay, we can do that," George replied. They scrolled through Google for a little longer before deciding on a recipe. George straightened and immediately told Dream to fetch a couple of ingredients while George went to preheat the oven and grab a pan.

"What now, sir?" Dream asked.

"Stop calling me sir, and we need to mix the butter and sugar," George answered.

"Yes, s-" George slapped a hand over Dream's mouth before he could finish the sentence. Dream licked George's hand, and, predictably, he snatched it back.

"What the hell, Dream?" George laughed against his will, reaching his hand out to wipe it against Dream's sweater. Dream jumped back.

"You asked for it, sir."

"Dream!"

"What?" Dream asked innocently.

"Stop calling me sir."

"Yes, sir."

George paused for a moment, then leaned forwards and pressed his lips onto Dream's, giving Dream a kiss that left his knees wobbly and weak.

"Now stop calling me sir, and make yourself useful. If I'm satisfied with your behavior, I'll give you another one, agreed?"

"Yeah." Dream replied dazedly, a small grin stretching across his face.

"Mix the butter and sugar," George repeated, handing Dream a large bowl and a spoon. He gently slapped Dream's face, shaking him out of his reverie. "Wake up, lover boy."

Dream shook his head and blinked twice before blushing furiously. He lowered his head and began mixing the butter and sugar as instructed, George hovering over him and supervising.

"Careful, you don't want to slop it over the edges," George warned. After George was satisfied with the consistency, he proceeded to the next step, adding the eggs.

George carefully cracked the eggs over the bowl and mixed them, while Dream watched, pink still tinting his cheeks, although it was less noticeable now. George accidentally got some of the goop from the egg on his fingers and turned around to the sink to wash it off, but instead crashed directly into Dream, who had been hovering behind him.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" George apologized immediately.

"George, how could you?" Dream exclaimed. "I'm hurt!" He clutched his chest in mock pain, effectively smearing the goop even more over his hoodie.

"I'm sorry, Dream. Here, let me see if I can wipe it off." George rinsed his fingers clean and grabbed a paper towel, dampening it and dabbing gently at Dream's hoodie. It helped slightly, but the hoodie probably needed to be washed.

"Take it off," George instructed. Dream looked at George strangely, and George blushed when he realized what it could've sounded like he was insinuating. "I mean, you need to change your hoodie. Surely you wear a t-shirt underneath it?"

Dream took off his hoodie, revealing his bare chest. George turned around, blushing slightly.

"Go change." He told Dream, trying not to disclose how affected he was and instead focusing on the cookies. By the time Dream had lazily sauntered out of the bedroom in a new hoodie, George had already put the cookies in the oven. George glared at Dream.

"So much for a bonding activity. I did all of the work."

Dream shrugged nonchalantly. "Can I get another kiss? I didn't call you sir."

George considered it slightly, then agreed, tugging the strings of Dream's hoodie to get him to bend over to his height. George crashed his lips onto Dream's, lacing his arms around Dream's neck, and they ended up making out for a full minute before they were forced to pull apart to catch their breaths.

"Satisfied?" George asked, smirking.

"Yeah." Dream panted, his cheeks painted a splotchy red.