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London, United Kingdoms
October 31st -- 12:57pm

The hot water flowed down from above his head, poured down his face, running down his chin, over his lightly toned chest, lower and lower down his abdomen, where his hand was already in work.

He was painfully hard, and it was over a stupid reason too, but the thought completely left George’s mind as he dwelled in the euphorically blissful movements of his hand. His hands ran up and down his dick, running his thumb over his slit drawing a breathy moan from his lips. The familiar heat in the bottom of his stomach grew with each increasing stroke as he chased the desirable pleasure. The release.

He could feel himself grow closer, so very close. The steam around him encased his body, his quiet, muffled moans a blur between the fog. Teeth bit into the soft, pink flesh of his lips, one hand struggling to hold himself up against the tiles, the other continuing to stroke his cock.

He felt his eyes squeeze shut tight, as a long silent moan escaped past his lips, that hung slack. His hand grew faster and faster, eagerly chasing after the final release, and with one last breathy groan, he spilled into his palm, coating the tiles in white.

The water continued to pelt down on his body, as he rode through his high, continuing to stroke his dick until he couldn't take anymore. Short breaths and pants could be heard through the steam, as he finally felt calm.

He finished cleaning himself up, before throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a comfortable hoodie, before he made his way back to his room.

His face was still a flaming red, a pink tinge left burning across his cheeks and the tip of his nose. He felt better after his shower, and now he could finally sit comfortably with his friends online.

Dream and Sapnap were already online when he finally got back on and joined the discord call. Humming a quick hello as he finally sunk back into his gaming chair, and logged onto the Dream SMP.

"Where'd ya go Georgie?" Sapnap cooed into the mic, as George shifted his headphones on his head.

“Just had to shower.” He shrugged nonchalantly, beginning to move his character around in search of his friends, totally ignoring the fact he just jerked off in the shower.

“What’s the occasion?” Dream asked innocently. George’s eyes widened, well now he couldn’t ignore it. He hated how well they knew each other. If only he didn’t share his entire life with the pair, then he wouldn’t have to make up excuses for the real reason he had to shower.

Getting excruciatingly hard over a very explicit fanart. He couldn’t help it, the artist was really good!

“Uh.. nothing.” He answered as innocently as he could. Even he knew it was unconvincing. Luckily no one pushed any further.

“Mm.. okay..” Dream hummed skeptically.

The three continued to play on the server for what felt like a few minutes, but was really a little over an hour. It was late for George, nearing five o’clock in the morning, but the three’s synced sleep schedule made it more bearable, and he enjoyed their company enough to sacrifice his sanity.

“Sorry guys, I’m going to log off now.” Sapnap said mid-yawn. George looked over at his clock, 4:46am, nearly midnight for Dream and Sapnap.

The other two hummed a goodnight, before Sapnap logged off, leaving the pair alone in the discord call.

“It’s late for you as well, did you want to log off too?” George asked. He only asked to be polite, he didn’t really want him to leave. He enjoyed his presence, but he wasn’t going to force him to stay if he needed sleep.

Luckily he quickly declined. “No, I’ll stay on for a bit longer.” A soft smile took over George’s lips.

The pair ended up leaving the minecraft server, and instead hung out on the call both simply enjoying the other's company as they did their own thing.

It was peaceful, the quiet of the night and early morning was a calming serenity for the two sharing their presence together through a screen. George scrolled through his twitter timeline on his phone, occasionally giggling at a post, and then reading them out to Dream for him to laugh along too. Everything was going fine until Dream started cussing.

"Oh fuck!" Dream suddenly exclaimed quietly. Huh? It caught him off guard slightly, it almost sounded like Dream was in pain as if he had stubbed his toe. But he was sitting down in his gaming chair, right? What is happening?

"What?" He asked, creasing his brows in a confused manner. Stopping his hand movement from scrolling, his thumb frozen amongst a blur of pixels. Had he done something wrong? Something to piss him off? No, George didn't think so. What the hell was going on?

"You bitch." He continued to mutter breathlessly, ignoring any attempts George made to understand what he was cursing about.

It felt extremely shitty when you were left out of something. Inside jokes, when friends made plans without you. And by no means was this an exception. George was getting pissed off.

"What the hell are you going on about Dream?!" He borderline yelled into the microphone.

It was silent for a moment, which only made George grow increasingly more frustrated. He almost thought that Dream had left the call entirely, but was proved wrong when he finally broke the silence.

"It's November!"

George was silent for a moment, his face blank radiating nothing but confusion. It was.. November?

"What?" He breathed out.

"I didn't realize the time, it's November 1st!" He continued to ramble, as if this new found information would explain what he was cursing about. News flash : it did not.

"Yeah..!" George said, trying to sound enthusiastic, but realistically he just sounded pained. He didn’t have a sliver of a clue what was going on. "What- what about it?"

"November 1st, George." Dream tried again. George remained blank. Dream scoffed, "No Nut November!"

George tried, he really did. But the second he finished his sentence, George burst out into a fit of giggles. “That’s it?” Dream hummed in response. "What? Don’t tell me you actually take that kind of stuff seriously?"

Dream scoffed, "Are you dumb?" He stated, matter of factly. George almost could feel a wave of relief pouring over himself, okay he was just joking about i- "Of course I do." His smile dropped. "If I had remembered what day it was I would've jacked off a few times to get it out of my system."

George uncomfortably winced, he did not need to hear that. "Oh-kay," George wheezed, "T.M.I. big boy, did not need to know that."

Dream snorted, "Yeah, I guess you're right, you can't relate to it anyway." He said indifferently.

George frowned, what was that supposed to mean?

If you weren't close with Dream you would never be able to pick up on the cues he made discreetly when he spoke. But George was his friend, so he could hear the underlying tone Dream made with his comment. Almost mocking.

"Yeah," He agreed skeptically, "because I don't take something as idiotic as No Nut November seriously."

"Mm.." Dream hummed mockingly. "I wouldn't say that."

George felt his jaw tick. "And what would you say?"

"You wouldn't be able to last." He stated simply.

And it made something in George tick.

It shouldn't be getting the better of him, it was stupid. These were jokes, it's just teasing, and it's literally about No Nut November. It shouldn’t get to him so much. But it was Dream, and although they were friends and the jokes they made were light-hearted and fun, they all had the same kind of pattern. George wasn't as good as Dream, he was inferior. And it made him mad.

George frowned, suddenly inching closer towards the screen as if to get up in Dream's face, although in reality they were thousands of miles apart.

"So you're saying that I couldn't last a month without jerking off?" George sneered. Usually in any other scenario, George would feel rather uncomfortable talking so explicitly. But he was mad, and his anger made him look past it.

Dream snorted, "It's not just jerking off, it's about not being able to release. Being able to control that part of you.”

“And you’re saying I couldn’t do that?” George questioned further, feeling himself inch closer and closer to glowing red.

"Well that's the difference between you and me, Georgie." Dream continued, further annoying the brunette.

"What is?" George asked daringly, his voice low.

But Dream didn’t care about his now incredibly intimidating voice. He snickered, "I'm strong, and you're weak."

And George felt his last nerve snap. What the f-

"Excuse me."

"I'm not trying to be mean,” Dream started, making George grow red with anger, “but it's just the hard honest truth."

George felt his fist involuntarily squeeze shut tightly. This was such a stupid thing to get mad over, but call him stupid because he was absolutely raging.

"You're just not as tough as I am, you don't have the.. what's the word?" He asked tauntingly, "Self control."

George let his jaw drop. No. He. Did. Not."Is this some sick way of you asking me to participate in No Nut November? Because I will if it makes you shut your fucking mouth!" He called accusingly. It would be so incredibly typical of him to do that, egg George on just so he could wind him up and make him want to prove him wrong, all to suffer with him. If the Dream SMP lore script taught George anything, it was that Dream was a manipulator.

"I'm not asking you to join me in No Nut November, I'm just saying that you wouldn't be able to survive it." Dream said plainly. God, he hated the belittling, he wanted nothing more than to just make Dream eat his words.

"Is this a challenge then?" George questioned, "Is this what's happening, are we about to see who can go longer without nutting?" It sounded ridiculous when he said it like that, but he couldn’t care less in the moment. He just wanted to prove him wrong.

Dream chuckled slowly, "Is that what you want Georgie?"

"Yes, actually. I do want that, because I'm not weak, I'm far more stronger than you could ever be." George snapped immediately, confidence oozing from his aura.

Dream snorted, "Whatever you say.." He sang.

George couldn’t help but scoff. “You’re such an asshole you know that? You could make you lose control in a second, you wouldn’t be able to last.”

Dream snorted, “Yeah? And how will you do that from a thousand miles away?”

And that’s when the lightbulb above his head lit up.

A few moments of shuffling around, and a few breathless giggle, ignoring Dreams questions and whines through his computer, he heard the loud ping of a snapchat notification ringing through the discord call.

Dream swiveled in his chair, eyeing the device he had left on his phone. The screen lit up with a singular notification.

‘Georgie💙 sent a snap’

Dream's eyes widened, he didn’t, did he? “George.” He felt his heart beat faster, as he slowly picked up his phone from his bed. He unlocked his phone, going straight to Snapchat, and sure enough there was a snap from George.

The red box stared back at him tauntingly, screaming at him to open it up. But he almost didn’t want to. Almost being the keyword, because in reality he was desperate to see what George had sent him.

His finger hesitantly hovered over the red box, waiting to click down. But he paused, involuntarily holding his breath. "George, what is that?"

All he got in response was a simple giggle, and Dream felt his heart rate pick up again. "Open it and fucking find out."

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Orlando, Florida
November 1st – 12:04am

Dream shakily held onto his phone, the blue light illuminating his face as he stared intently at the screen, the red box of the snapchat notification staring just as intently back.

Unknowingly, his breath had caught in his throat, his thumb suspended in time as he hovered over the red. Thoughts ran through his head. George had just promised he could make him lose control, even from a thousand miles away. Was this him pulling through with this promise? What could he have possibly sent him?

It couldn’t have been some random porn site, or a provocative instagram post to try to edge him on. Some weird hentai image or an extremely promiscuous fan fiction. No, it was a Snapchat. It had to have been of him.

But what?

His finger hesitantly hovered over the red box, waiting to click down. He paused, Dream couldn’t handle it anymore. “George, what is that?” He asked, his voice low and daunting, desperately trying to hide any sign of weakness he was now suddenly feeling.

All that filled the suspenseful silence was George’s innocent giggles, giving away no hints to what he could have sent. It was almost mocking, as if George could sense through the existence of the screen how flustered Dream was suddenly feeling.

George let out a breathy laugh. “Open it and fucking find out.” He retorted, cocky confidence laced in his tone. Dream felt his stomach bottom out.

He felt himself inch closer to the edge. God, the curiosity was eating him alive. But he didn’t need to open it, he could leave it there forever, and it would sit unopened in an obscurity of numbers and codes.

But he also wanted to see what the little brat sent so badly. So.. fuck it.

With one final deep breath, he finally pressed his fingers down on the red box, bringing up a blank, black snap. Dream’s brows furrowed, his shoulders slumping down in relief and although he wouldn’t admit it, slight disappointment.

That’s all it was? A plain black snap? George must’ve covered the camera or maybe even colored the picture. There were no other outlines in the background, just plain back.

Dream snorted, half laughing at George for his antics and half at himself for getting so worked up about this whole ordeal. “George, you’re such an idi-” But then his breath hitched again.

Clicking down on the screen one time was supposed to simply exit it, not this.

Another snap popped up immediately after, and Dream brows raised on their own accord. Along with something else entirely. It was a mirror pic, with the flash on as well, but even with the compromising lighting, you could see enough.

George was standing in front of the mirror, his dark colored hoodie drawn up with the other hand not occupied with his phone, exposing his lower abdomen. His sweatpants hung low on his hips, revealing the band of his waistband which also sat tightly against his waist. The outlines of his naval and his v-line was the only thing Dream could settle on, his eyes hungrily traced the prominent lines, passing lower and lower until his sight was abruptly cut off with the clothing of his boxers, rudely hiding what Dream was now desperately curious to see.

His face dropped, all the blood draining from his face rushing straight to his dick. It was embarrassing how close Dream had inched closer to the screen, his phone no further than three inches away. Jaw slacked, tongue almost lolling out of mouth, saliva building up around his teeth, threatening to drool past his lips.

And then it disappeared.

A surge of pity and disappointment flowed through his veins. What? Where did it go?

Dreams eye’s narrowed as he suddenly realized what happened. There was a timer, a 10 second timer on the snap and then it was gone. George never put timers on his snap. That sly little bastard.

Before Dream could even think and save the tiny sliver of pride he had left, he held down on the opened snap and the screen lit up again, the snap reappearing as he replayed it, desperate to see the picture again.

All that was heard through Dream’s headset was the sound of smug little giggles, Dream couldn’t even focus on the sound. Now all he could think about was the plump, pink lips they were coming from.

George chuckled, “I thought you said you had self-control, Dreamy..” He sang, and if Dream wasn’t so caught up in the picture, he would’ve been able to hear the smirk that came with George’s smug tone. But he didn’t. He was way too distracted to care.

The red box popped up yet again, and Dream hastily pressed his thumb on it. The tantalizing image popped up again, and Dream wasted no time sliding his fingers to the side of his device, quickly taking a screenshot so he could hold onto the photo forever.

George chuckled, “And here you said you were strong, have fun with those.” He taunted, Dream felt his stomach drop. Ignoring George and his cocky nature, he clicked into his photo album just so he could stare at the image again. Just then he heard shuffling on George’s end. “Goodnight Dream.”

“Geor-”

But George cut him off, “Consider this your warning snap, Dream.” He almost whispered, yet his voice was loud and clear. “You’re self control won’t last a week with what I’m about to pull.” Dream’s mouth hung open, words long forgotten as he tried not to focus on how fucking turned on he was. He wasn’t he tried, but by god was it no use, he was rock fucking hard.

“Game on, asshole.”

“What, n–” But he was cut off with the sound of George leaving the call, the ding echoing through his head, straight towards his already stiff cock.

The pain in his pants was unbearable, but by no means was Dream about to lose his self-control. No matter how hard George was going to make it.

Dream stared at the screenshot he now had saved into his camera roll. His skin looked soft, and so fucking tempting. Oh, how he wished that they weren’t thousand’s of miles apart. How he wished they were in the same room, and the only barrier between their two beings was easily removable clothes. How he wished he could hold him close, grab him by his slim, petite waist and slam hi-

He felt his dick twitch.

With a sigh, Dream shut off his phone before tossing it aside, immediately jumping up from his chair and heading to his bathroom for a cold shower to try to get rid of his problem. But Dream made a promise, and a bet at that, and there was no way in hell he was going to lose it to George.

No matter what George threw at him, he wasn’t going to let himself cave.

Game fucking on.

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Orlando, Florida
November 21st – 10:56pm

The last twenty days had been hell for Dream.

After that one particular night in question, Dream getting hard over a picture of his best friend to be exact. George had been relentless.

The small whispers in his headphones, the non-stop flirting, and the constant sexually orientated jokes and innuendoes weren’t helping Dream’s case at all. Every tiny little thing got to him now, hell he even got hard over a chip commercial a couple of days ago, and it was all George’s fault.

He was seriously wearing him out, his self-control was getting increasingly more thin every passing day. But there was no way his pride would let him forgive himself if he just gave up.

“Dream..” George sang seductively into the microphone. It was relatively late at night, and George’s stream had ended an hour ago. But the pair didn’t want to leave just yet, and so they stayed on call like they usually did every night. Honestly, Dream was just setting himself up for failure at this point. “Have I ever told you how hot and damn sexy your voice sounds all the time?”

Dream’s eyes widened immediately. He had been hearing the flirting all night, but he could ignore it when the others were around. Right now though? That was all he could hear.

Chat had been going crazy over the way they interacted, but although Dream didn’t care about that kind of stuff, George did. But tonight, he sounded like a whole new person. It was almost alarming if Dream didn’t know the true reasons and motives behind it.

Dream was quiet for a moment before he spoke, thinking about what he was going to say before he did it. He had been reacting to George’s antics all week, maybe if he doesn't respond the way he wants him to, he’ll just leave him alone, and he’ll be boner free for the rest of November.

Dream snorted, “I hope you know you’re just embarrassing yourself, George.”

“Am I? With what Dream?” George asked innocently.

Dream brows furrowed, before a sly grin took over his lips. George was being way too obvious with it. “You just keep proving to me over and over again that you’re a little slut.” He retorted.

He heard George’s breath hitch, immediately causing his smirk to widen. He hadn’t done much over the past few weeks to George. It didn’t even dawn across him. He’d been too focused on George himself and the way he was currently making him feel, to think that he could do something in return. But now he did.

“But even if you do whore yourself out for me, it’s not going to affect me in any way.” He continued, lying straight through his teeth. In reality George got to him a lot, but he just wanted to get under his skin.

George hated how cocky and smug Dream sounded. Had he not been putting in enough effort to make Dream break? He thought he had been doing too much, the comments and flirts were a little ridiculous at times. Dream always made him flustered, just this once he wanted to return the favor.

He was going to have to up his ante.

An innocent pout pulled at George’s lips, “Isn’t that what I do, Dream? Don’t my words have some kind of effect on you?” He asked.

Dream boastfully grinned, “Nope, not at all, pretty boy.”

George smirked, oh how much he loved making Dream eat his words.“Don’t they get your mind racing? Thinking about things you perhaps shouldn’t be thinking about?” He suggested.

Dream’s face dropped, almost horrified and terrified at the sudden change of tone George had. “N-no.” He stuttered out, suddenly feeling way too nervous. He hated how his voice almost cracked, the slight tremble in his voice.

George chuckled, “I think my words get to you a little more than you’re letting on Dream. I think my words go into your ears and straight down to your dick.” He concluded.

Dream hadn’t ever heard George be this confident, ever. It was incredibly out of character for him, but it almost pleased Dream that this bet was getting him out of his shell. They were close, but George almost never retaliated or reciprocated the teasing. But now, thanks to this little bet and the current month, he was always running his mouth.

Dream felt his breathing pick up, his stomach lurch and his heart start to flutter as he willed himself to not get a boner. It was easier said than done, however, because as soon as the word dick was mentioned, it was all he could focus on. He almost wanted to punch himself in the face. Bad Dream! God, why couldn’t he think about anything other than his dick?

Dream defensively scoffed, “W-what? No, shut up.” He tried stupidly. Great, nice one, really told him off.

George’s smirk grew impossibly wider, he had Dream exactly where he wanted him. “Is that all you think with, Dream? Your dick?” He taunted, making Dream’s cheeks burn a crimson red. “I think that every single time you think of me, it all goes down into your cock.”

Dream felt his stomach flip, but George continued. “I bet every time you hear my voice, your thoughts run wild.”

Dream felt himself get frantic now. “No, they don’t.” He defended.

Dream could almost hear George’s smirk through his headphones. “Are you sure? Because I think that all you can think about is that photo.”

Dream’s eyes widened. He knew exactly what photo he was talking about. “Wha-”

But George cut him off, “I bet that’s all you do. Think about how much you wanted to be there with me. Explore my waist with your hands, feel my skin beneath your fingertips.” He continued, his voice laced with seduction and pure lust. Dream tried not to listen, but that’s all he could think about. George and his pretty words. “Hm, maybe you think about what it’d feel like if I was touching you. What’d it feel like to have me touch you all over those places craving some sort of friction.”

Dream swore he felt his room grow in temperature. Did someone turn the fucking heater on? All he could feel was heat.

“Don’t you ever think about that Dreamy?” He asked again.

Dream was on the edge of his seat, he shouldn’t be listening, he was already half hard, and practically drooling from his lips. Listening to this was just self-sabotage at this point. Click off the call, he told himself. Leave, so you don’t have to put yourself through the pain of getting yet another boner and not being able to fix it.

But he just fucking couldn’t. George had him in a trance, a pained, agonizingly beautiful trance. And by no means did Dream want to leave. Dream couldn’t respond, however. No words even came to his mind when he tried to respond to that. He wasn’t usually this nervous, this anxious or submissive. But it was George and George was fucking everything.

George’s eyes held a mischievous glint as he eyed the call. Dream’s icon still displayed on the top of his screen. He could hear Dream’s breathless pants through his headphones. God he was having way too much fun with this. George’s smirk was fucking massive, he couldn’t help but feel a little turned on himself, but all he could think about was how much Dream was struggling, and how close he was to losing everything. He just needed a little push.

And Dream was struggling. Dream had to dig into some pretty mentally scarring and dark stuff hidden in the back of his mind to stop himself from getting hard, and still it was only barely working. He did not, under any circumstance, want to get a boner right now. Not when George was speaking like this. Speaking so damn sexily.

He didn’t know what he’d do.

George bit his lip, waiting to drop the bombshell he had been waiting to. He wanted Dream to lose all control. And he knew exactly how to do it.

He grinned, “Hell, maybe if I was there, you could.. fuck the living daylights out of me.”

And that’s what fucking did it.

Dream felt the cloth of his jeans shrink half of its size, his cock aching and painfully hard, waiting for something. Dream was dumbfounded, a slight puff to his breaths as he tormentingly replayed the words over and over again in his mind. And now that’s all he could think about.

How easy it could be to pin the brunette on his bed. Hold him down by his wrists, as his tongue explored every inch of his gorgeous body. Hear the pretty little sounds the boy made when he made him feel good, worship his entire being.

And how fucking satisfying it would be to feel friction, when Dream’s stiff cock would slide into George’s tight hole.

Dream suddenly choked on his saliva, which was currently polling up in his mouth and sliding down his throat with how intoxicating his thoughts were.

A triumphant huff pulled Dream from his thoughts. His eyes shifted back, refocusing on the screen in front of him. Oh n- “Goodnight Dream.” George said finally, sounding a little too pleased with himself.

Dream’s eyes widened. “No, no, wait you little-” The ding of George disconnecting rang through his head once again. “Fucker..”

Dream sat slumped, defeated in his chair. His pants were so tight, he couldn’t bear it anymore. It was so painful, so fucking painful. Just get rid of it, his mind begged him, please just put us out of this ungodly misery. But he couldn’t.

Instead, Dream pitifully headed to bed, trying his absolute hardest to ignore the gut-wrenching throb between his legs. He had never been this hard before. This was at an alltime high. George just had such an affect on him, that it was almost concerning.

Dream’s hand itched to slide down his body. Reach beneath his pants and finally satisfy the desire that had been building up inside of him for the last few weeks. It was so fucking intense, the sexual frustration, the need to just release. But he couldn’t, he wouldn’t let himself.

Was it even really worth it? He asked himself. All of this pain just to have bragging rights? But his competitive nature was overbearing. One more week, and then it will all be over. One more week and you can finally jerk off.

Dream was almost in tears at the thought of reaching the end of the week. He honestly thought that holding off for this long and then finally being able to satisfy his needs would almost make the whole experience ten times more rewarding, ten times more pleasurable.

Maybe after the week was over, he’d go out and fuck a stranger just to feel alive again. Maybe after the week is over he could set up a whole room, dedicated to this coronation of sorts.

Maybe after the week is over, he’ll fly the little brat over here himself, just to fulfill the promise he had made to him.

Dream went to sleep that night with only one thing on his mind.

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Orlando, Florida
November 22nd – 10:23am

An overwhelming surge of pleasure shot through Dream’s entire body. Shivers drawing down the line of his spine, goosebumps spreading rapidly across the length of his arms down to his fingertips.

Vision blurred, hands feeling soft skin, gripping, pulling. Mouths were deeply connected, tongues exploring deep inside the intoxicating sweet taste of the others. They tasted so fucking sweet too. Like vanilla, with the slightest hint of caramel.

It was exhilarating, he couldn’t get enough of the other’s lips. But it wasn’t satisfying. He needed to be closer, he wanted to connect. He wanted to be so impossibly close that the line indifferenting the two would be indistinguishable.

Hands rode up shirts, touching, feeling the delicate, porcelain skin. Everything was on fire, the mere connection of the two's skin sparked a blaze that caught the two figures in an explosion of fireworks.

Dreams' eyes didn’t open until he felt the other disconnect from his lips. He could’ve whined out the loss but he bit his tongue. George’s flushed face stared back at him, a gentle smirk resting across his swollen, red lips, arms wrapped around Dream’s neck, fingers playing with the dirty blonde strands at its base.

“George..” Dream said, his voice a low growl. He could feel himself getting more desperate every second George wasn’t touching him. He needed something, anything.

He grasped George’s thin waist, pulling his hips flushed against him. He could feel the other through his pants as well, feel the bulge of the others rub against his in a heat of friction, letting him know he wanted this just as badly as he did.

If George was just as hard, why the hell wasn’t he doing anything?

“George-“

Delicate fingers pressed against his lips, shutting him up immediately. “Can you be quiet for just one minute, Dream?” He interjected, an innocent grin dancing on his lips. “Can you be patient? For me?”

Dream felt his stomach drop at the soft tone George used. God, if he was going to speak like that, Dream would willingly do anything for him. He nodded immediately, eyes attentively trained on the other.

A sly grin grew on George’s lips, sliding down to his knees, hands raking down the front of Dream’s chest. Dream felt his already hard dick stiffen harder at the sight. George’s eyes kept locked with his, and Dream was eager for some contact.

His eyes clenched shut, as he felt dainty hands trace down to the zip of his jeans, ever so slowly tugging them down to reveal the fabric of Dream’s boxers. Dream was so fucking eager, ready for the impact. The contact, the pleasure.

But it never came.

His fluttered open slowly, and instead of being in a room with George, he was back in his bedroom. Mind in a foggy daze blurred by lust and sexual frustration.

Dream stared dumbfounded at the empty presence around him. Where was he? Where was George?

But he was definitely not there. Was that all just a fucking dream?

In a hazey mess, his room hot and stuffy, he sat abruptly up right in his bed. It slowly came back to him, the familiar scene of his slightly messy room, the gray colored walls, his desk, his curtains. It was all just a fucking dream.

But it was so realistic.

He could still feel George’s lips on his. Feel his hands on his waist, feel his fingers in his hair, feel his hard on rub against his-

Dream’s lip parted in pure disbelief, and with horror, he slowly looked down, pulling away his blankets to reveal something he did not want to see.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” He screeched in a fit of despair, looking down at the very obvious boner protruding in his pants.

George seemed to plague Dream’s every thought. There almost wasn’t a minute or split second of the day or night that George wasn’t on his mind. What George’s lips felt like. How fucking hot George would look underneath him. And even if his dirty mind wasn’t thinking about George in a compromising position it was thinking about how Dream wouldn’t lose No Nut November to George.

He almost hated how much he was thinking about George, but to Dream there was no one else he’d rather be thinking about. It was no secret that he was infatuated with the boy, but having this little bet going on with him wasn’t helping him get over it in any way, shape or form.

Dream felt clammy, and his bed sheets almost felt wet from the sheer amount of sweat he accumulated over his very realistic dream. But worse of all, he still had to deal with his morning wood.

Dream huffed out an irritated breath, heaving himself off his mattress to go have yet another cold shower, something he found himself doing a lot more often then he’d like to admit. His erections had become increasingly more agonizingly painful every time they sprung up. Solely because he couldn’t fix them the way he so desperately wanted to.

Dream cursed George for making him like this, seducing him through a screen, turning him on with a few light comments. It was infuriating, but he could deal with it.

Dream stripped of his clothes, the cool air of his bathroom hitting his erection, simultaneously making him wince in relief and torture.

He all but leaped into the shower, turning the taps to the coldest setting, a freezing stream of water pelting down on his body. His body froze at the initial temperature, before finally easing into it. This was torture. No this was worse than torture. Everything about this was horrible, and it was honestly just souring Dreams mood.

He longed to just feel something, feel the release, the pleasure.

But he just couldn’t and it was exhausting and painful all at the same time.

After a few minutes, simply standing under the cold water, he felt himself calm down just enough to function normally for the day. He put on a pair of jeans, a relatively tight pair of jeans that sat snugly against his legs, allowing just enough room for comfort. He threw on a hoodie that was on the larger side, slid on some socks, and made his way into his room, sitting at his desk with his gaming setup.

Dream usually did most of his work on his PC in his room. He worked from home, it only made sense that he did it in the comforts of his room. He got to work quickly, finally feeling a little bit of serenity in his extremely crazy and hectic week. With all the drama going with George and this bet, it was almost exhausting. But it was rather thrilling, something Dream would rather not admit. Everything had kind of been a little bit boring lately, and all this added drama with No Nut November gave it just a little bit of excitement.

It hadn’t been long that Dream was working at his desk when he heard his phone ding from his bed. If he didn’t recognise the notification to be a message, he would’ve ignored it entirely, simply deeming them useless or if it was possibly George than he definitely wanted to ignore.

Pausing what he was working on, he pushed his wheelie chair back, sliding across his room to his bed where he could grab his phone. The notification popped up immediately, his brows raising, intrigued.

It was George. So much for ignoring him.

Georgie <3

i just sent you something..

Sent 10:54am

Dreams brows furrowed as he typed out a response.

on?

Sent 10:56am

His reply was almost instant.

snapchat. but you can’t open it just yet.

Sent 10:56am

what? u sent me something and i can’t even open it??

why would you tell me if i’m not allowed to see??

Sent 10:56am

consider this another challenge, i want to see if you can actually listen, and not open it.

Sent 10:57am

and what do i get in return?

Sent 10:57am

well i guess you’ll just have to wait and see.. ;)

i can give you a hint if you like?

Sent 10:57am

a hint?

Sent 10:58am

like i’ll describe it for you.

Sent 10:59am

mmm ok yeah

Sent 11:00am

so maybe its another mirror pic..

Sent 11:00am

ok..

Sent 11:01am

and maybe this time instead of a hoodie.. im on my knees, in lingerie, ass out, begging for your dick.

Sent 11:03am

Dream couldn’t have swiped out of his messages quicker. But he still read it. And it went straight to his cock. Dream could just imagine the smug little grin plastered across a certain brunette boy's face.

These jokes George was making were getting too fucking realistic. Now the mental image of George in lingerie, on his knees, begging for his dick was burned and imprinted permanently in Dream’s mind.

A pained, irritated groan escaped through his mouth, his hands dragging down his face as he tried not to focus on the growing tent in his pants. He couldn't be in his room alone right now. He didn’t know what he’d do if he stayed here alone. The thought of giving in to his desires right now was too tempting. 

He quickly got up from his chair, tossing his useless and undermining device onto his bed to prevent opening anymore of George’s messages. Or that snap. Fuck he wanted to open that snap.

Instead, Dream wisely went down the stairs of his shared home, meeting Sapnap, who was humming away, in the kitchen. He was cooking something on the stove, probably ramen, Dream determined. 

As soon as Sapnap spotted Dream entering the kitchen, a taunting little grin spread across his face, before he immediately turned away, as if trying to conceal it. Dreams brows furrowed. That was.. odd? But he ignored it.

Dream instead made his way further into the kitchen, watching his friend work. His elbows leaned against the countertop, and just as he shifted his weight, he felt his dick brush against the table. A pain groaned almost escaped past his lips.

His eyes widened in horror when Sapnap turned around.

Sapnap frowned, “What’s going on with you?” He questioned him.

To Sapnap, Dream looked like he was in pain, and to Dream he felt like he was in pain. The hard-on under his jeans was throbbing , but it wasn’t like he could take them off. His jeans were the only things tight enough to hide the prominent tent, and there was no way he was going to walk around the house with a noticeable boner while Sapnap was in the house.

That’s just plain embarrassing.

“Nothing, what is going on with you?” Dream retorted. 

Sapnap had been jittery for the past three weeks. It was really weird, and although Sapnap was a naturally weird character, he was acting much more strange than usual.

For a split second it almost looked like a grin was about to make its way onto his lips. But at the last second he managed to keep his face straight. 

“Nothing.” He shrugged, continuing to cook over the stove.

Dream’s eyes naturally narrowed. Sapnap was just being so suspicious, but questioning him about it will only risk getting questioned about his problem, and Dream definitely did not want that. 

Dream scoffed, “Whatever, I think I’m going to stream later today anyway.” He told him, pushing past his curiosity, for his sake.

Sapnap turned to face him, brows raising on their own accord, “No way, Dream streaming? Must be a miracle!” He exclaimed overly excitedly.

Dream chuckled, “Yeah, yeah whatever.” He dismissed. “Maybe we can do a feral boy stream or something? Get Quackity, Karl and George on.” He shrugged casually.

But to Sapnap that was anything but casual. 

Sapnap pressed his lips shut tight, but the giggle he tried really hard to suppress was extremely noticeable. Dream felt one of his nerves tick, he was already in a bad mood, Sapnap being annoying wasn’t making it any better.

“What?” Dream muttered, accusingly, giving in to his curiosity. Fuck it if he finds out that Dream has boner, he just wanted some goddamn answers on his odd behavior.

“Nothing..” Sapnap mumbled, unconvincingly, a small grin growing on his lips.

“Yeah right,” Dream scoffed, “That little giggle wasn’t nothing.”

“Nothing..!” He denied again, a wider smile now very prominent.

But Dream was only growing more frustrated. And between his problem under his jeans and his honestly shitty mood, he was getting rather irritated. “What are you hiding, dude?!” He snapped, while Sapnap was full blown smiling. It was rather mocking to Dream, and his lips pursed angrily ready to snap again.

Sapnap just looked like he had some kind of secret that involved him. Well when he looked at Dream like the way he was doing, Dream didn’t have any other reason to believe it wasn’t about him.

Just as Sapnap opened his mouth to answer, the doorbell echoed through the entire house. Dreams brows furrowed impossibly further into his forehead. They never got visitors.

Instead of looking confused like Dream did, Sapnap has a smug little grin across his lips. Dream suspicion grew yet again.

“I think that that will answer your questions.” He said, gesturing towards their front door, ignoring his cooking to cockily stare at Dream.

Dreams frowned, skeptically looking back and forth between Sapnap and their front door. What the hell was this idiot doing?

Dream hesitantly stood up from the countertop, making his way over to the door, while simultaneously glaring daggers towards Sapnap who only grinned happily in return.

What the hell could it be? A package? Some kind of letter or envelope?

He blew out a breath, hands on the cold knob, before he slowly turned the handle. The door swung open, and what stood before him made his heart stutter.

George.

Suddenly all the teasing, the flirtatious comments rushed into Dream’s head. Both of them to be exact. His breath hitched into his throat, stomach doing somersaults.

“Hey Dream.” George said, a devious grin on his pretty little lips. Dream’s pants got tighter.

This just got a whole lot harder.

Chapter Text

Orlando, Florida
November 22nd – 11:04am

George stood in the doorway, smirk on his lips, suitcase in hand. The cool air breezed through the open door, brushing past George’s figure inside towards Dream who stood completely still. His mouth was slightly agape, heart a stuttering mess within his rib cage. 

No words passed between the two after their greeting, simply because Dream was absolutely starstruck. Starstruck because George was here in front of him, starstruck because he was standing in front of him with a half-boner that was slightly his fault.

George felt just a tad bit awkward standing in the doorway. Dream made no move to let him in, and he could barely look past him to see the inside of the house. 

Truth be told, although George had seen Dream before over facetime and video calls, seeing him in person made his stomach do all sorts of things. The butterflies inside erupted as soon as he saw the blonde, green eyes and all.

And to Dream, god, words couldn’t comprehend anything he was feeling. Seeing the brunette in front of him was absolutely astounding. He was stunning, far more stunning than anything a camera or photo could capture, and seeing him in real life was proof of that. Dream’s eyes couldn’t stop for one second, his vision looked everywhere, his dainty arms, soft looking hands, messy hair and his pretty face. George was truly breathtaking, and he just couldn’t get enough of it.

George’s head titled in question, after he noticed Dream staring for way too long. “Dream?”

But Dream’s head was still hollow. 

Apart from the fact that Dream was seriously checking George out, there was only one thought swarming behind his eyes. And that was what the fuck is George doing in Florida. They’d been talking about it for months, but George hadn’t been able to get a visa. How on earth did he get a visa?

“ George? Why are you here?” 

George scoffed, “I thought you’d be happy to see me.” He said.

Dream backtracked, “N-no.” George’s brow raised, “I-I mean, I am, obviously, it’s just.. why?” George stared back, confused but definitely amused. Dream added a smile, a pained very awkward smile to try to soften the blow.

George frowned playfully, “What? I can’t come see my best friends?” He asked tauntingly.

But Dream knew better. Yeah, maybe he did want to come see his best friends, but he also knew that George was probably here for another reason too.

Secretly, Dream didn’t want that to be the reason George decided to fly out to Florida. That he only wanted to come out and see the both of them.

He wanted it to be about this bet, that George only wanted to come out to see Dream and tease him more. It was stupid of him to be jealous of something like that, but he wanted George’s attention only, something he definitely wouldn’t voice aloud.

George’s brows raised teasingly, “Do you just want me to sit out here all day? I can get on my knees, I’d bet you’d love that.”

That sparked Dream’s memory. The memory of him currently having a boner. Dream went stiff at the thought.

“I-“

“George!” 

George's teasing smirk dropped into a more happier grin, as Sapnap’s voice echoed through the house. Seconds later, Sapnap appeared in the doorway, pushing past Dream and giving him a dirty look, as if to say ‘what the hell are you doing?’

Sapnap quickly shot George a friendly grin, arms outstretched for an embrace in which George accepted gratefully. “Dude, I can’t believe you’re here!” George grinned back, pulling away from their hug. “Come in, come in!”

Sapnap pushed past Dream again , solely because Dream was still slightly frozen in place. Everything was processing in his brain a little slower than usual, simply because he was way too overwhelmed by everything that was happening.

Sapnap headed for the kitchen, while George still stood in the doorway, eyes now focusing back on Dream. George’s grin was way too cocky to be thinking about anything else but Dream.

“Come on Dreamy, keep in your pants, babe.” He taunted with a grin, eyes not-so-subtly flicking down to the tent in Dream’s pants. Dream’s mouth went slack, how did he know ? George snorted, “Close your mouth, are you trying to catch flies?”

George finally pushed past him into the house with a smug smirk, rolling his suitcase past the stunned figure in the doorway. 

Dream never knew that George could ever be this cocky. It was indescribably hot, and being able to hear this in person was overbearing. But the reminder of No Nut November brought Dream back down to earth. He couldn’t let George get to him, as hard as George made it, (or got him), he would not cave.

Dream finally managed to shut his mouth, begging his cheeks to return to their normal color, he closed the door and headed towards the kitchen, where the two others were already there. Sapnap had returned to his cooking on the kitchen stove, finally tending to his ramen that was definitely overcooked, while George stood around and the pair caught up.

Although Dream was still unsettled with George being in Florida, seeing him here swelled his heart. They had been talking about the Dream Team meet up for ages, and him being here finally made those wishes come through. He just couldn’t think past the sexual build-up he had been experiencing lately to notice it in the moment.

Dream nervously settled into the chair at the kitchen counter, sitting a little further to the opposite side of George. He knew he wouldn’t do anything with Sapnap around, but he wouldn’t take any chances.

Sapnap caught George up on a few things he must’ve missed on the flight over, and after that conversation died down, Dream finally found his voice and was able to ask what he wanted to. “H-how did you get a visa?” Voice still shaky from his nerves. 

George shrugged, “Well I got a visa like a month ago-”

“A month ago?” Dream shrieked, widening his eyes in shock. Why had he waited so long to come then?

George chuckled, “Yeah, but I wanted to come surprise you guys, so I didn’t tell you.” He continued to explain, “But then something happened in November, and I thought that it was a good time to come visit.”

Dreams' eyes grew wider, he knew exactly what George was talking about, and he begged that Sapnap wouldn’t question it. Please don’t ask, please don’t ask, please don’t ask.

“What happened in November?” Sapnap asked, a little confused. Fuck. He turned to face the two, confusion flashing across his features.

“Nothing.” Dream answered, way too quickly. Sapnap looked at him incredulously, as he absentmindedly turned off the stove.

“Oh-kay..” Sapnap said, “Uhm, anyways, I’ll take you up to your room if you want.”

George nodded quickly, grabbing ahold of his suitcase that sat next to him as Sapnap disappeared further into the house. But before he could follow after him, George turned to Dream with a daunting little smirk.

“You can open that snap now.” He told him flirtatiously, sending him a wink before sauntering off to find Sapnap, his hips swaying alluringly with each step.

Dream’s brows raised, he had completely forgotten about that snap. What, with everything going on with George showing up on his front doorstep, that wasn’t his top priority. But it was now.

It was embarrassing how fast Dream moved after he saw George finally leave his view. He shot up from his chair, before racing upstairs to his room, nearly tripping up the stairs. He almost slammed the door open, revealing his slightly messy room, and his phone that sat idly on his bed, where he threw it earlier. He picked it up quickly, fumbling around with it until George’s unopened snap was up on his screen.

He drew in a quick breath.

Nope, no blank snap this time. But what he saw was way worse.

It was exactly how George described it. A mirror pic, with George settled on his bed. His phone was in front of his face, but the familiar mop of fluffy brown hair told him it was George. His chest was pressed down into the bed, back arched, and ass completely stuck up into the air. He even wore black lace lingerie like he messaged him about, and as Dream’s eyes followed the lace, he noticed what seemed to be the straps of a thigh harness that hugged tightly against his stunning figure.

Dream’s cheeks flared up to the brightest shade of pink there is, eyeing the snap with pure bewilderment, before absentmindedly screenshotting it before it could disappear. The tent in his jeans somehow grew even bigger than what was humanly possible.

He was impossibly hard, and flustered and hard, had he mentioned that? Well he was hard .

And he was still flustered from earlier as well, from this morning, and the texts and him just showing up. Dream. Could. Not. Handle. It.

It had been over twenty-two days since he had touched himself, since he had felt the release, the pleasure. And it was becoming unbearable . 

Slowly, before he had time to talk himself out of it, he slid to the recently screenshotted snap of George, and let his hand wander down to the tent in his jeans. A sharp breath escaped him as he felt the lightest of touches against his sensitive dick through his jeans. Everything felt ten times more exhilarating from the build-up that had been threatening to spill over from the very start.

He began pressing harder and harder, feeling himself palm his cock through his jeans. His eyes stared intently at George, letting his eyes shamelessly wander across the screen, eyeing his figure, and his perfectly round ass. It was entirely flagrant how close he was getting to the edge so quickly, his stomach dropped low as the long-forgotten heat in his gut grew. Hands grew rougher, desperate for something , a muffled groan threatened to escape his lips. Fingers dragged up to the zipper of his jeans, gripping onto them and slowly sliding them dow-

Footsteps.

As soon as he heard the familiar creak of the floorboard just above the last step, he ripped his hand away from his dick, shutting off his phone and chucking it across the room, landing it with a bounce on his bed.

Seconds later, Sapnap appeared in the doorway. He stepped inside quietly, looking behind him and out the door, before closing the door.

“Okay dude, what is going on with you?” He demanded as he spun around.

Dream’s cheeks were still burning red . “N-nothing.” He stuttered.

Sapnap scowled,“George is literally right in front of you, and you look like you’re about to shit your pants.” He noted. Sapnap had arranged all of this. It was really hard work, but once George asked him three weeks ago to help him out, he went at it. He organized flights, arranged the taxi and whatnot, and he did it all without letting the secret slip once . George told him he wanted to surprise Dream, 

It took a lot of effort, simply because he told his best friend everything . If Dream didn’t even want him here, then why on earth did he put in the effort? Why did he even try?

Sapnap frowned, “Do you not want George here?"

Dream’s eyes widened, “No, no, no, of course I do..” Maybe a little more than he’d like to admit.

“Then why are you being so weird?” He questioned.

Dream never liked lying, especially not to anyone close to him. Lying to someone as important as his best friend made him feel gross, but there was no way in hell that he was going to tell Sapnap about the real reason he was being weird. “I’m not!” He denied.

“You are!” Sapnap exclaimed exasperatedly, “Look, whatever the reason is for being weird, stop it.” He demanded, “Don’t ruin George’s trip, dude, that’s just shitty.”

Dream sighed, Sapnap didn’t have any idea what was going on, he couldn’t get mad at him for thinking it was his fault for being weird. “Yeah, okay.”

Sapnap sternly nodded, “Okay, good.” He told him, lightly. Sapnap’s eyes slowly drifted down to the half unzipped zipper of his jeans. Brows furrowed, “Oh, your fly’s down.”

Chapter Text

Orlando, Florida
November 23rd —8:09pm

It had been exceptionally hard the first day of George being in Florida.

Dream learnt very quickly that George could not in fact handle the heat of Orlando. Even in the relatively chilly season of November, he had somehow managed to complain about the heat at least fifty times. And he had only been there for one day.

Dream could understand that, I mean the drastic change from London weather to Florida weather would overwhelm anyone. But the way that George had dealt with this ‘heat’ was what got to Dream.

For the past two days George had been wearing a hoodie, and short shorts that sat way too far up his ass to be comfortable, constantly . When he walked around, his hoodie, which seemed to be a regular sized hoodie, fell over his shorts and made him look like he was naked. And when you did see his shorts, you could practically see his ass cheeks hanging out the back. 

And Dream only knew about this because that was the only thing he could concentrate on any singular time George walked by him. It was like his ass was a magnet, and his eyes were made of metal. They always flicked there immediately.

It didn’t help Dream’s case at all, and by the way George somehow managed to arch his back just the tiniest bit more, to make his ass more prominent, it was almost like he could feel Dream’s intent gaze burning holes into his ass and did it on purpose.

He totally did.

It was also weird because Sapnap didn’t say a thing? Dream found it completely odd that Sapnap didn’t notice how skanky George dressed on a regular basis. Maybe he didn’t notice it as much, because George wasn’t on his mind 24/7 like he was on Dream’s.

The trio decided late in the afternoon that they were going to order food in and have a chill night in. George was only here for a week, but they still didn’t want to bombard him with things on his first day here.

Dream sat on the couch, lazily flicking through Netflix trying to find something to watch. He didn’t know where the other two were, and he didn’t really want to find out. I mean he saw Sapnap constantly, and if he were to go hang out with George he didn’t know what would happen.

He had managed to watch two episodes of the show he’d been binging when he heard footsteps coming from the stairway. His heart started beating faster, was George coming down? Was he going to act like nothing ever happened? Would they just watch Netflix together? Would he make a move?? 

He glanced in the direction of the stairs, only to see Sapnap rounding the corner. He slumped back down into his chair, turning his attention back to the television.

He heard Sapnap scoff as he entered the living room, standing in the doorway. “Don’t act too excited to see me. I know I’m not your boyfriend but you can at least not literally cry when I’m here instead.”

Now it was Dreams turn to scoff, “Shut up.”

Sapnap smiled, “Yeah, yeah, whatever, I’m leaving now anyways.”

Dream’s head shot up immediately, eyes widening, his attention ripped away from the television to go straight back to Sapnap. He was.. leaving? Oh no.

“What? Where? Why?” Dream rushed.

Sapnap snorted, “Say who and how and we got all five.”

“Shut up,” Dream scoffed in retaliation. “Where are you going?”

“I’ve got a date.” Sapnap told him nonchalantly.

Dreams brows furrowed, “A date?”

Sapnap nodded, “Yeah, I told you about that before.” He said.

Dream frowned, “You never told me about that.”

“I told you like the day before George got here.” Sapnap told him. Dream tried to think back, but he honestly couldn’t remember if Sapnap told him or not. His mind had been completely preoccupied by George and No Nut November, so Sapnap could’ve possibly told him, but it slipped his mind.

“Whatever, but you can’t leave me here, alone!” Dream tried.

Sapnap snorted, “What are you a dog? You won’t be alone anyway, George is here.”

That’s what he was afraid of.

“I can't be alone, I’ll come with you!” He panicked. Dream didn’t think he could handle being alone with George right now. If he tried anything, he didn’t know if he could stop himself.

Sapnap scowled, “I said date right? Like you heard me say the word date?”

“Plea-“

“Bro, I gotta go, I’m going to be late unless I leave right now. ” Sapnap interjected, making a move to leave.

“You can’t leave me!” Dream pleaded.

Sapnap’s scowled deepened, “Stop being weird, dude.” He told him, “Look, there's some strawberries in the refrigerator.”

“Huh? How does that make anything better?” He questioned quickly, feeling his anxiety grow bigger.

Sapnap grinned as he started backing away, before ending it with a wink. “To feed your boyfriend.”

And with that Sapnap almost speed ran out of the room, quickly making his way to the front door. Dream’s eyes widened in panic, scrambling to his feet to follow him. “What?! No, Sapn-” 

Slam . 

Dream’s shoulders slumped in defeat, as he watched the front door close shut. Oh shit .

He made his way back to curl into his chair, wishing he could simply disappear into the cushions and hide until Sapnap came back. He tried to focus back onto the show he was watching but he couldn’t. Now that he was alone, George was all he could think about. Was he going to come out?

It seemed like almost an hour had passed since Sapnap left, and there were no other noises coming from the house. It was exceptionally quiet, too quiet. Should he get up and go look for him? Surely George would’ve come out by now. Maybe something happened?

Dream ultimately decided that he should probably go check up on his guest. As much as kind of didn’t want to, if something bad happened and Dream was avoiding him because of this stupid bet he would never forgive himself.

He paused his show, before working up the courage to go find George, wherever he was in the house. It didn’t take long to find him.

He found George in the kitchen, one of his knees curled up against his chest, his hoodie riding up to expose his shorts, and the milky white flesh of his soft looking thigh. 

Dream abruptly looked away, if he didn’t focus on him, or any parts of him, nothing would happen. George had a bowl of strawberries in front of him, every so often taking a bite as he mindlessly scrolled through his phone. 

George’s gaze finally found Dream’s when he entered the kitchen. Dream tried to send him a smile as he walked to the opposite side of the counter, but it came out pained more than anything.

George snorted, “Thought you were avoiding me.” He noted playfully, Dream felt himself grow nervous at George’s satire tone.

His hand instinctively found the back of his neck,“Pfft, no..”

George nodded slowly, a small amused smile on his lips. He shut off his phone, placing it to the side so his attention was solely on Dream.  “Hope you don’t mind me stealing your food.” He gestured to the strawberry in his hand.

“N-no, it's fine.” Dream dismissed.

“Do you have any whipped cream?” George asked.

Dream frowned in confusion. “Whipped cream?” He questioned.

George nodded, “Yeah, for my strawberries.” He told him happily.

George was his guest, and Dream would happily obliged to anything he requested of him right now. He walked over to the refrigerator, opening it and letting the cool air flow out. His eyes flickered across everything, until they landed on a convenient bowl of fluffy, white cream that was usually not there. Weird .

George shot him a grin, before taking the bowl from his hands and placing it down beside his bowl of strawberries. Wordlessly, he picked up a piece, before dipping it into the whipped cream. He quickly brought it to his lips, parting them before taking an excruciatingly slow bite.

Dream couldn’t help but watch him. He watched as his pearly, white teeth bit into the red fruits flesh, as his lips wrapped around the strawberry and a small, minuscule string of spit connected the two before it abruptly broke. Dream gulped.

George moaned, moaned , when he started chewing, the combination obviously too good for his little brain to handle, but the noise travelled straight through Dream’s ears right down into his cock. Dream felt his dick pulse.

George could feel Dream’s intense gaze on him, it made him feel way too smug. He finally swallowed, “Take a picture, it lasts longer.”

“I-“

But George cut him off, “Have you ever had strawberries and cream before Dream?” He asked him.

Dream didn’t really have strawberries on a regular basis, so no he had not had strawberries and whipped cream before. Should he have? Was he missing out? “N-no.”

George picked up another strawberry, dragging through the bowl of whipped cream, before holding it up in front of him, revealing it to be covered in a good helping of the white mixture.

Gently, with his other hand he reached out and cupped Dream’s jaw, his dainty fingers gently gripping his chin to bring his face closer. He pushed the red fruit up to his mouth, holding it out for Dream to take a bite.

Dream’s heart started beating incredibly fast, it almost felt like it would beat out of his chest. The fingers holding his face felt like they lit a match against his skin, everything was so intimate and soft and he felt his cheeks redden to the color of the strawberry itself.

He intently eyed George, but George’s gaze was locked on Dream's lips. The contrast of the red fruit to his soft pale, pink flesh, and the way Dream’s tongue flicked out across them, his lips glistening with a coat of saliva in the artificial light.

Dream nervously took a bite, the lightly, sweet taste of the whipped cream, mixed with the tangy, delightful punch of the strawberry hitting his taste buds instantly. He chewed absentmindedly, simply because George was the only thing he could focus on. The gentle fondness in his eyes made him want to fold, he wanted to stay in this moment forever. George being so soft and caring, constantly feeding him fruit.

To his dismay, George pulled away, a soft smile resting against his own lips, as he eyed Dream’s facial expression. “Good, right?” 

Dream could barely find his voice after what just happened, his head swarmed with fog as he mindlessly chewed and swallowed down the fruit. “Uh, y-yeah.”

George chuckled, “They’re good together,” he continued, before moving the bowl of fruit away, “but whipped cream is so much better on its own.”

Dream fervently watched as George swiped his own finger smoothly through the cream, quickly bringing it to his lips before sucking it into his mouth. His eyes widened on their own accord, simply because George looked so fucking hot doing it.

He pulled off his own finger with a lewd pop, the slightest bit of white staining the flesh of his lips. Dream fought the urge to wipe it off with his tongue.

Dream’s breath caught in his throat when George gently moved his hand, maneuvering it so he’s holding out one finger. He guided it to the bowl of cream, dipping it into white, letting Dream feel the coolness against the warmth of his skin.

Holding the intense eye contact, George slowly pushed out his tongue, finally licking a strip up Dream's finger. Dream feels the warmth of his tongue against his flesh, it sent goosebumps across his entire back. He could only watch, desperately, as George pulled away, his tongue coated in white as he held it out for Dream to see, before it finally disappeared back into his mouth and he swallowed it down. Dream watched his adam’s apple bop. But there was still cream on his fingers.

A shockwave coursed through his entire body when George parted his lips and sucked Dream’s entire finger into his mouth, sucking the cream clean off of his skin. Dream felt his core light a blaze, lips parting himself as he stared bewildered at George’s enchanting movement, the way his entire long finger disappeared in the cavern of his mouth.

The blood rushed from his stomach straight down into his pants. Dream could only feel helpless as he felt his pants pull tighter and tighter. He was nearing his final straw, George was here, right in front of him, sucking cream off his fingers. He craved more, he wanted George now.

George sickeningly pulled off his finger, licking his lips with a smirk, interlocking their intense, list-filled gaze once again, “So much better on its own.”

Dream felt his hand resisting the urge to move, to grab George right here, right now and smash his lips against his own. He was seconds away from doing it too, when George looked like that, so dazed, and fucked out, just from the movement of sucking Dream’s finger he wanted to take him. 

His entire body ached and his restricted cock in his pants throbbed at the desire, the need to-

The door handle jiggled. 

Dream’s eyes widened, nearly popping out of their sockets, as he heard someone walk into the house. Moments later Sapnap popped up, eyes glued to his phone. Oh thank fuck.

“She had to go, had to cut the date short.” He explained distractedly, eyes on his phone until he finally entered the kitchen. When he did look up, he could only see Dream’s bright red face, and George’s sly grin. His brows furrowed in question.

“What’d I miss?”

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Orlando, Florida
November 25th – 5:41pm

Dream had a plan. If Sapnap was the only thing stopping Dream from losing all self-control, then why not abuse that power and fill the rest of November with activities they can do with Sapnap. It made sense in his head, show George around Florida, and make him forget about the bet altogether.

The only problem was Dream had been choosing the wrong places to take them to.

The first day Dream had a good idea in hindsight. Taking the pair sight seeing around the city, and ending the day with a reservation at one of his all time favorite restaurants. Everything was going well too, until they got to the restaurant and George sat next to him. Every chance he got George managed to snake his hand onto Dream’s thigh, and Dream ended the night with a boner.

The second day Dream stupidly suggested going to the beach. It was absolutely perfect beach weather, sunny yet not too hot, and if they were out in a much more public area, there was no way George could make a move. But Dream shouldn’t’ve worried about George making a move. To summarize, Dream spent the day staring at George in his swimming trunks and trying to conceal his bright red cheeks. And that day ended with, well you guessed it. A boner.

The third day, Dream was stumped. Everything he thought of doing he would somehow overthink it and find a way George could definitely exploit and try to turn him on. He had been hiding in his room all day, if he couldn’t think of something to do that wouldn’t get him hard then they wouldn’t do anything at all.

It wasn’t until early afternoon when Sapnap popped his head in the door that Dream really started to panic.

“Knock knock.” Sapnap quipped excitedly as he stepped inside Dream’s room. Dream was at his desk, working on anything that he had available to try to make himself look busy.

Dream scoffed, “Saying ‘knock, knock,’ and then immediately walking in defeats the whole purpose dude.” He told him.

Sapnap snorted,“Does it look like I care?” He answered back. Dream chuckled. “Whatever, we’re going to the movies later, you have to come.”

Dream froze, “T-the movies?” Oh no. That was a bad idea. George sitting within close proximity in a dark room. That could be disastrous, if the last two days have taught Dream anything it was that George made everything sexual.

“T-t-t-the movies?!” Sapnap mimicked, snorting mockingly. “Yes, the movies. I want to see the new one that just came out with Ryan Reynolds. That is one hot dude.”

“I can not go to the movies right now.” Dream deadpanned.

Sapnap frowned, “Why not?”

“Uh.. I have a tonne of work.” He told him. Truth be told he was ahead of everything he had been working on, but in the moment lying and telling Sapnap that he had work was the first thing to pop up.

But Sapnap knew him. He knew that Dream was a workaholic, and even if he did have a tonne of work it wasn't anything he couldn’t handle if he missed half a day's worth of work. 

Sapnap scoffed, “Bullshit.” He spat, crossing his arms across his chest irritatedly. “George is only here for like six more days, we’ve got to make the most of it before he leaves us again.”

“Dud-”

“Stop ‘duding’ me! I’m not taking no for an answer. We’re leaving at six-thirty, be ready or I’ll drag you out of this room by myself.” He told him firmly, before abruptly leaving his room and shutting it tight.

Dream stared at his closed door. Sapnap was stubborn, there was no way he was going to get out of it tonight. He almost dreaded spending time with his friends. He’d have to promise himself tonight to keep himself strong, and ignore any and all remarks George made.

He had five more days until the end of November, and he was going to make it through. No matter what.

—

The trio ended up getting some food before heading to the theater, and now after having purchased their tickets were making their way inside.

“I literally can’t wait for this movie!” Sapnap exclaimed as they walked into the theater, a slight skip to his step. The lights were still on but there didn’t seem to be many people in the actual theater itself. “Ryan Reynolds is literally my future husband, he’s so hot.”

Dream chuckled about how stupidly over exaggerated and excited Sapnap was being about Ryan Reynolds. The three of them made their way up to their seats, opting for the back row of seats near the middle, simply because George wanted to, and both Dream and Sapnap would never say no to him. 

Dream walked in front, skipping every second step, while holding both his drink and the very overpriced family-size popcorn, before quickly finding his seat. Dream didn’t realize he had chosen the wrong spot to sit until he was sat down and comfortable and George sat down next to him. George eyed him alluringly, forcing out his ass as he sat down. Dream had to pry his eyes away.

The movie was the worst idea ever. He could honestly throttle Sapnap for forcing him along. He was in such close proximity to George, for an hour, in a dark theater. Anything could happen. And with George’s track record, anything would happen.

Dream was rigid the entire duration of the movie. George didn’t even have to do anything, but just being next to him made him nervous. Every single time George shifted, reached for his drink, god, every time he blinked, Dream twitched.

He hadn’t been paying attention to the movie at all, he was too busy trying to prepare himself for contact with George, or trying to calm his breathing which had been way too sporadic to seem normal. 

George almost found it comedic how flustered anything he did made Dream, but he had been going absolutely crazy on Dream these last few days, and Dream still hadn’t caved. He had been laying it on thick, especially the strawberry scenario a few days ago. He dressed much less, made way too many sexual comments, but nothing got to him in the end. 

Sure, he could always see the outline of a boner in Dream’s pants whenever he did anything, but every single night his door was open, and there was never a sound coming from it. How the hell wasn’t he caving? There were only a few days of November left, would he have to make him hard beyond hard? Was that the only way he could make him fold?

He’d definitely have to make it harder to resist.

“Why are you so tense right now?” George asked him quietly, leaning in close and subtly resting his arm against Dream’s bicep. He spoke so softly, enough so it didn’t disturb anyone, not even Sapnap sitting next to him.

Dream shuddered with the feeling of George’s hand against his arm, but he was not going to show George how flustered he made him. “I’m not.”

George concealed a snort, seeing right through Dreams' lie. “Do I make you nervous, Dream?” He whispered into his ear, leaning further over the armrest dividing the two.

Dream couldn’t help but feel the shivers spread down across his spine when he felt George’s lips lightly brush against the shell of his ear and his hot breath fan against the skin of his neck. Every touch felt exhilarating. “N-no.”

George smirked, “So you’re telling me that this,” Dream felt George’s hand softly crawl across his thigh, fingers gently walking across the fabric of his jeans, “doesn’t make you nervous?”

Dream froze, “N-no.”

George raised a teasing brow, “What about this?” Dream’s eyes flicked down to the movement of George’s hand, he watched as his hand crawled ever so slowly towards his crotch. Dream could feel the blood rush from his body down to his pants.

“George.” He warned, when George’s hand got dangerously close to his increasingly rising boner.

“I hope you know that I crave this just as badly as you.” George confessed.

Dream’s brows raised. “What?”

Dream’s breath hitched into his throat when he felt George finally grasp onto his now incredibly painful erection. “That all of this is really taking a toll on me.” Slowly, George started adding more pressure, palming Dream’s clothed dick. “It makes it really hard to win this bet when all I want is for you to break me.”

Dream felt his insides coil, “Fuck, all I want is your cock buried deep in my hole, fucking me until I can’t even remember my own name.”

And suddenly in a split second, it was all gone . “But you can’t.”

George abruptly pulled his hand away, leaving Dream leaking precum in his pants, panting hard and heart going absolute ape-shit in his chest.

“God, making that bet was the worst mistake of your life, wasn’t it?” George mocked smugly. Seconds later the lights in the theater fluttered on, Dream hadn’t even realized the movie had finished, his brain a bashful swirl of lust and unattainable cravings that were unbearable to deal with.

George left the movie theater with Sapnap, as smug as anyone could possibly be. But Dream, well Dream felt, to put it lightly, uncomfortable.

He couldn’t catch his breath for the rest of his day. Not until he finally got home, and even then the torture continued, when all he could dream about was George and his light touches he now so desperately craved.

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Orlando, Florida
November 26th – 11:49am

Dream stepped out of the shower, immediately wrapping the white towel around his waist. Two freezing cold showers, before it was even noon. Dream almost felt shameful.

Each erection he had became increasingly more agonizing then the last, and each one became easier to pop up then the last. Any light touch from George, hell every look from George made Dream’s cock twitch, simply because he never was able to fix them properly. Was never able to fucking jerk off.

Dream sighed, he didn’t know how much more he could withstand. 

Almost exhaustedly, he sighed, and after getting changed into some baggy, comfortable clothes, trudged his way downstairs to find Sapnap standing around in the kitchen, supposedly cooking up lunch for the rest of them. George was nowhere to be found, and Dream almost thanked the gods that he wasn’t there. At least he could be boner-free for a little while.

Dreams brows furrowed as he sat down at the countertop, Sapnap almost looked rather guilty as he cooked away. His face was pulled down in a light scowl, eyes intently focusing on the bowl in his hands.

Dream had been friends with Sapnap forever , he could definitely tell when he was in a bad mood and when he was not.  And in the moment, he could tell that something was bothering the raven haired boy. He looked kind of troubled, if anything.

Dream frowned,“What’s wrong?” He asked thoughtfully.

Sapnap sighed, “Nothing..”

Dream scoffed, “Yeah, right.” He stated. Dream shuffled in his chair simply so he could lean in closer towards him. “What’s up? Spill dude.”

Sapnap stopped his movements, meeting the blonde's green eyes with his own. Dream could see he looked majorly upset, his eyes looked almost pitiful. “You’re going to hate me.”

Dream furrowed his brows. Hate him? Oh gosh. Never . “Unless you’ve murdered my entire family, I don’t think it’d be possible to hate you.” He told him, mockingly, crossing his arms across his chest.

Sapnap smiled, sheepishly rubbing at his neck. “Well…”

Dream raised an eyebrow, silently telling him to go on, but Sapnap looked rather hesitant to tell him the truth. Dream huffed, “Spit it out!”

“I have to go on a trip!”

Dream’s eyes widened. He changed his mind. That was definitely a way to make him hate him.

“What?” He deadpanned, voice incredibly low.

Sapnap held his hands up defensively in surrender, “Woah.. Don’t go all ape shit on me man, I have to go North Carolina to see someone for a bit.”

Dream’s hostile glare grew dangerously dark, “And this was the only time you could go?” He seethed.

“I have to, this is the only time I can go!” Sapnap whined.

Dream started to feel himself panic, “What about George?”

Sapnap waved him off, “He has you! It’s fine.” He defended. 

It was not fine. Leaving Dream alone with George was the thing he was worried about the most. “It’s not Sapnap!” Dream shot back.

“I’m sorry , but if you’re worried about me seeing George, he’s the one that encouraged me to go on this trip, and he said he’d be back in the next couple of months, and I’d get to see him again.” Sapnap claimed. Dream felt the scoff rise in his throat.

Of course George encouraged Sapnap to go. Hell it wouldn’t even surprise Dream if George specifically asked Sapnap to leave for the next week. That asshole.

“I’ll come with you.” He said quickly, not thinking before he spat it out.

Sapnap scoffed, “Don’t be stupid, you can’t just leave George here by himself.”

Honestly, although Dream would obviously feel guilty in the long run, leaving George here in their house all alone felt like a great idea. Anything to avoid the hell week he’d be put through if he were to stay here alone with him.

“I cannot believe you are doing this right now.” Dream said breathlessly in disbelief, shaking his head slowly at him. 

Sapnap shrugged, “Well you’re going to have to believe it, I’m leaving tonight .” He said nonchalantly.

Dreams eyes widened in horror, “ Tonight ?!”

Sapnap chuckled, “That’s what I said, didn't I?”

Dream scowled,“Sapnap!”

“Okay! I’m sorry!” Sapnap exclaimed in defense. “Just chill out dude, I don’t know why you’re getting so worked up about this, I see you every single day, being away for like a week isn’t going to change much.”

Dreams' eyes widened impossibly bigger, threatening to pop out of their sockets and roll across the floor. “You’re only going for a week?!” He yelled.

Sapnap furrowed his brows, “Yeah..?” 

“What the hell!” Dream called.

“I’m sorry!” Sapnap called back.

Just as he was about to argue more, the sound of creaking floorboards near the staircase caught Dream’s attention. He quickly spun around, seeing George dressed in a hoodie and yet another pair of extremely tight, black shorts happily marching himself towards the bickering pair. Dream turned away quickly before he needed another cold shower.

“What are you guys screaming about?” George questioned lightly, standing next to Dream by the countertop.

Dream shot George a pointed look, “Sapnap leaving.” He muttered.

George smiled mischievously, “Yeah I know, I told him he should go.” He told him, Dream’s eyes widened again . Softly, George wrapped his delicate fingers around Dream’s bicep, almost cuddling into his side. “We can spend more time together, no?”

Dream felt his arm burn at the small light grazes of skin under George’s finger tips, his eyes flicked there absentmindedly. “I- uhm, yeah.” He stuttered out quietly. 

George grinned, pulling away before looking Dream up and down, “You don’t sound too confident.” He taunted.

Of course Dream didn’t feel confident. Sapnap had been with them for the last few days constantly, and still the amount of times Dream nearly caved was embarrassingly high. What would happen if Sapnap did leave? George would be able to do anything to him, absolutely anything, and Dream probably wouldn’t be able to survive the last few days of November without him.

Sapnap cleared his throat, both sets of eyes setting back on him. Sapnap looked between the two, a mix of suspicion and smugness washing over his features. “You'll be fine, I’ll be able to see George next time he comes to visit, and I’ll be back just after George leaves.”

Dream muffled a snort, oh yes, how convenient that Sapnap will only be gone until George leaves again. He almost wanted to scream god this whole situation was so frustrating. He almost hated himself for getting himself into this predicament. If only he didn’t make that stupid bet, then he’d be able to live a boner-free life, and not in a constant state of pain. 

Or if he didn’t have any pride, he’d fuck George and get this all over with.

“Besides..!” Sapnap sang, gesturing to the pair with his hands wildly, “You guys will totally have so much fun without me.”

Dream choked down a scoff. He wasn’t planning on it.

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Orlando, Florida
November 26th — 8:36pm

Dream and George had just returned from dropping off Sapnap at the airport. There were no tearful goodbyes or hugs filled with snotty faces, Sapnap left the pair at the airport with a devious grin on his lips, breathlessly whispering very cryptic messages.

“Have fun without me, you two!”

Dreams brows furrowed at the time, but he brushed it off. Figuring Sapnap out would be a whole nother task on its own. Sapnap was one weird dude.

Dream wouldn’t dare to admit it aloud, but to say he was nervous was an understatement. Alone and George seemed like two things that should not mix. There was going to be no one around to stop George from trying anything, he could be as shameless as he wanted and the only person to know would be Dream, and his boner that would most likely pop up .

But George hadn’t tried anything on the car ride back. It was simply filled with their mindless and light-hearted banter that Dream had honestly been missing since this whole thing started.

It was still relatively early in the night, and once the pair arrived back home, George suggested a movie night. Dream of course agreed, he wanted to keep the night going for as long as possible. He missed being able to joke around with George like he used to before this bet. He didn’t mind seeing this new, very sexual side of George, and by god did it turn him on, but the old friendly side was something he missed.

When the two entered the house, George told Dream he needed to change out of his day clothes and that he would join him back on the couch once he was finished. The two parted and Dream quickly claimed his usual spot on the couch, grabbing the remote and setting Netflix up on his television. 

He waited patiently for George to come back down, simply scrolling mindlessly on his phone. George was his guest, he could choose the movies, whatever he wanted. He hoped it would be horror.

A few minutes later, George returned back downstairs wearing his usual short shorts and a hoodie. Dream didn’t even give it a second glance, this was just how George walked around nowadays. George quickly made his way to the sofa, slumping down into the couch with a bounce next to Dream.

Suddenly George perked up, “Wait, do you have any popcorn?” He asked.

Dream hummed, “Yeah, we should do, I’ll go make some now.” Dream left his spot on the couch, but before he left the room he handed George the remote. “Choose something.”

George eyed the remote, “Anything?”

Dream shrugged, “I’m down for anything.”

Dream quickly made his way to the kitchen, rummaging through his pantry until he found the bag of popcorn he was looking for. He put the bag into the microwave, waiting patiently against his countertop as he listened to the satisfying pops inside the bag. He stopped the microwaves just before it hit the zero mark, pulling out the bag with his fingertips to avoid being burnt, pouring the contents into a bowl before generously sprinkling it with butter, salt and icing sugar. He discarded the bag, grabbing the bowl of popcorn before making his way back to the living room, where George had set up the movie.

Dream sat back down, setting the bowl of popcorn down on the coffee table in front of him, but when he finally got a glimpse of what was on the television, he almost wanted to jump straight back up again.

The title screen popped up, just as it lit up the room, illuminating George’s face as a wicked smile grew across his lips.

‘365 Days.’

“Geor-”

“Sh!” George interrupted, a smirk dancing very prominently against his lips, “The movie is starting.”

Dream pressed his lips together in a taut line, this was going to be bad . Dream involuntarily felt his pants tighten, nothing had even happened, hell they were still on the title screen, but the thought made his dick twitch. He hadn’t seen the movie before, but he’d heard enough on the internet to know how crazy sexual the movie was.

Dream tried not to think about it, tried to keep calm, focus solely on the movie and ignore everything in his surroundings, but Dream couldn’t help but feel hyper-aware of everything the entire duration of the movie. I mean, how could he not? The pair was alone, the only source of light being from the television or the light flooding through the open doorway from the kitchen. And they were going to be practically watching softcore porn, this night was not going to end well.

The movie was fine for a while, even the borderline explicit blow-job scene wasn’t that bad, mainly because Dream was too fervently focused on the way George inched ever so subtly closer to him. So close that their thighs were almost touching, even the slightest movement caused them to brush against one another. 

From the corner of his eye, Dream could see that George seemed to be holding his tongue, his grin seemed too faintly wicked and mischievous for him not to be thinking of anything sexual.

The movie continued to progress, but to Dream it was simply a foggy mess of unimportant plot, extremely attractive Italian men, and way too many sexual gestures for the movie to be rated anything but R18+. It wasn’t until a particular scene, that Dream started getting antsy.

The forbidden boat scene.

As soon as that goddamn song started, Dream’s heart started racing and his eyes threatened to pop out of his head. Involuntarily, his eyes wandered over to George, and his honey brown eyes that sparkled with a naughty glint.

George grinned when he felt Dream’s gaze focus on him, “Doesn’t that make you horny?” He questioned, suggestively.

Dream bit his lip nervously, this was what he was worried about. “N-no..” He tried pathetically, he hated how shaky and nervous his voice sounded.

George snorted, “It makes me horny.” He confessed,  “Shit, I’m not even straight but, fuck, it just gets me so badly.”

George moved closer towards Dream, Dream felt the cushion in the sofa sink when George’s hand pressed down against it to support his weight which was now much too close to Dream’s. He innocently tilted his head up towards the blonde, eyes filled with a sexually raw gaze.

George’s smirk deepened, “I just want to be fucked so badly.” 

Dream felt his stomach drop. He honestly couldn’t move, couldn’t respond, couldn’t even fucking breath. He glued his gaze to the television, which wasn’t much help either considering they were still only halfway through the boat scene, but horny George was much more arousing than 

But George was definitely not happy with that reaction.

Quickly, in one swift movement, George swung his leg across Dream, straddling him, arms holding tightly against his shoulders, faces so close that their breaths mixed into a swirl of heat.

Dream watched in silent horror as George’s smug, pretty lit face appeared in his eyeline. “Georg-”

“You’re paying way too much attention to this movie, Dream.” George interjected quickly, hands smoothly running up the exposed skin of Dream’s neck, so his hands could lightly grasp his jaw. His eyes flicked up and down Dream’s feature, “I’m a little jealous of how hard you’re getting over this movie.”

Dream was now suddenly very aware of how truly hard he was. He felt how painful, how hard his cock throbbed in his pants, and how restricted it felt in the constrictions of his pants. But now he was also extremely aware of how much George was rubbing against it with his ass. George had sunk low into his lap, and with every breath, every singular beat of his heart, he grinded down onto his erection. Dream struggled to suppress a groan.

George smirked, eyes intently searching Dream’s, drinking up how desperate and pained they seemed. “Or is it not actually the movie you’re getting hard over.” He questioned innocently. 

He shifted a little more, causing a jerk of pain to shoot up Dream’s entire body, the slightest feeling of friction against his clothed erection was enthralling.

George’s eyes discreetly looked down towards Dream’s crotch, but Dream was far too intensely focused on George to miss it. “Maybe you really are getting hard over me.” He taunted smugly,  “Imagining what it would be like if you fucked me like that on a boat.”

Dream felt his heart leaping so far up his chest that it was close to leaping up into his throat. Dream was panting, breath short and blood pumping fast to all parts of his body.

“Isn’t that what you want, Dream?” He asked, "To fuc-”

And then everything went black.

Literally.

Mostly because the power went out.

George froze, pulling back in slight disorientation.“What just happened?” He asked, borderline dumbfounded.

“The power’s out.” Dream answered. 

George frowned, even though Dream could not particularly see it. “Yeah, I can see that. Is that normal?”

Dream nodded, “Y-yeah, I just need to go fix the panel.” Quickly, he shuffled George off his lap and made his way to the front door. George could almost cry at how close he got him, how far he had edged him on. Dream was only gone for a few seconds when the power came back on, and then another minute later Dream returned inside, heading straight towards the stairs.

“Drea-”

“G-goodnight, George.” He answered instead, George didn’t- couldn’t miss the vibrant shade of red his cheeks had flared up to be. It wasn’t until he heard the closing of Dream’s bedroom door that George really got frustrated.

George slumped back down on the sofa, frown on his face, arms crossed firmly across his chest. He felt like a child having a temper tantrum, but by god right now did he want to jump up and down and stomp his feet.

Everything just kept getting in the way. It was so frustrating, he had Dream wrapped around his dainty little finger, he always did, but something always had to come up and ruin it. From the past week he had been staying in Florida, every single time he thought that he was seconds away from pushing Dream over the edge, there was always one thing that popped up and ruined his plans.

Sapnap.

But it was also not that hard to get rid of him.

–

George approached Sapnap one late afternoon, Dream was bundled up in his room and Sapnap was sat in the living room, eyes fixed on his phone. “Hey, Sap-”

Sapnap quickly looked up from his phone, eyes looking bored, “What do you want?”

“Nap~ oh, okay. Uhm, I need you to do something for me.” George continued.

Sapnap’s brows furrowed, “What?”

George smiled sheepishly, “Leave.”

Sapnap looked at George with a puzzled face of bewilderment, “Huh?”

George groaned, slumping down into the sofa next to Sapnap. “Ugh, I’m sick of you ruining my plans, I need you gone, only for a week."

Sapnap frowned, thoroughly confused with George’s absurd requests and very confusing responses. “Ruin your plans?” He questioned, “What plans?”

George could almost laugh, “I don’t think you want to know, but to put it lightly I’m trying to make him lose control..”

“And I have to be gone for this?” Sapnap questioned, completely and utterly confused.

George giggled, “Well unless you’re some weird pervert, I don’t think you want to stay for it.”

Sapnap frowned deeply for a moment, before an amused sign of recognition shot across his features. “OH..”

“Yeah..” George chuckled sheepishly.

Sapnap snorted, “When you put it like that, then of course I’m going to leave.” He told him, “I do not want to be here when that happens.”

–

Sapnap left the very next day. But even with him gone, there were still other things that stopped George right at the very end. The universe must’ve really just not wanted poor George to win the bet.

So now, he was sitting down on the sofa, television blank, popcorn bowl long forgotten, in a barely lit room with an angry little pout on his face, wondering how much further he would have to whore himself out for Dream to crack.

Four days left. Time was ticking.

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Orlando, Florida
November 27th – 11:52pm

Dream didn’t know what events led him to what he was doing right now, but he was doing it.

If he was being honest, ever since he’d been deprived of the release he had been so desperately needing, he’d been rather dirty. Everything he saw, heard, smelt, tasted. Hell, anything the man fucking thought of he would somehow turn it sexual. He hated himself sometimes.

So now he was alone in his bedroom, with a very big problem between his legs. 

His head laid back into the soft comforts of his pillow, he felt his weight melt away into the mattress, looking up at his blank white ceiling with only one goddamn thought on his mind. George . 

It was always fucking George.

They had just seperated for the night to head to bed, nothing but a sturdy walk of concrete separating the two.

How he wished to march through to George’s room right now, pin him against the bed and have his way. Dream put that thought on hold. He was something Dream could not have right now. In a few days maybe, but by then would the moment pass?

Dream wished it wouldn’t, but he knew deep down in his mind, as soon as November was over, George would be something he couldn’t have. The sexual fantasy the two had been unknowningly building over the past few days would shatter, leaving behind nothing but a misty haze of lust.

There wasn’t anything Dream wanted more in that very moment than George. He was right in front of him, taunting him, seducing him, but he was unattainable. Nothing but an unreachable aura of an impulse.

If he didn’t have him now, he wouldn’t get a chance to have him again, would he? What good was having pride if he didn’t have the one thing he truly desired?

Dream groaned, hands smacking against his face, pulling down frustratingly. God, everything was just so frustrating. One way or another he wouldn’t be able to have George.

Phones dung on the counter, useless notifications that would only put a damper on his already shitty mood. Still, he picked up the device, the artificial blue light illuminating his darkened face in his pitch black room.

Fingers found themselves sliding, tapping mindlessly at the device. His mind was racing, it needed sleep, he needed sleep, but he wasn’t going to get any. His phone was almost useless. Why did anyone need phones? They were impractical apart from sending messages. The apps on his phone were just a mess of colored pixels.

Messages. Useless, he didn’t have anyone that was worth replying to. Youtube. No new content he could force himself to watch. Phot-

Photos.

His hand couldn’t have moved quicker. The device wasn’t working fast enough, since the idea popped into Dream’s head. Both to be exact. The app shot up fast, and then a few more taps and there they were. The fucking photos.

Teeth lustfully sunk into the flesh of Dream’s bottom lip, gnawing, pulling, a slight distraction to the overwhelming tinge surging through his body. With a deep sigh, he pressed his finger down on the first photo. Memories of the first snap he screenshotted flashing in his head in the blink of an eye. 

The dark colored hoodie, the one piece of clothing that was honestly a cruel smack in the face that he could never see more. The hoodie drawn up, exposing the petite, soft looking skin of George’s lower abdomen. The sweatpants that hung low on his hips, revealing the band of his waistband which also sat tightly against his waist. Dream’s eyes couldn’t focus on anything, but the things that stood out, the outlines of his naval and his v-line. His eyes eagerly traced the prominent lines, passing lower and lower until his sight was abruptly cut off with the clothing of his boxers.

God, George was hot. 

His heart rate grew, grew faster and faster. Eyes couldn’t soak in fast enough, couldn’t absorb the erotic sight before him quick enough, he almost didn’t want to. He almost wanted to be drinking up George’s sexual figure, forever and ever.

Fingers swiped, desperate for more, more, more . 

The next photo popped up almost quicker than the other. This was just self-inflicted torutre. Dream definitely couldn’t focus on anything in this one. 

The way George’s chest was pressed down into the bed, back arched, and ass completely stuck up into the air. Dream’s eyes followed the familiar, black lace, the straps of a thigh harness that hugged tightly against George’s stunning figure. Fuck he was perfect. 

His thighs looked so soft, Dream wished he could somehow reach through the screen, and grasp them harshly in his palm. But he couldn’t. The screen of the phone and the wall separating the two was just a cruel reminder to Dream that he could never have him.

In a fit of despair, hands wandered downwards. Smoothly running across the skin of his abdomen, down underneath the waistband of his sweatpants and his boxers. 

A cool breeze wafted down into his briefs, hitting the tip of his erection that was already leaking precum. Hands wrapped around his hard erection, the slightest of touches sending shivers across his skin. A gasp escaped through his teeth, a hiss of a pained breath at how desperate he was for anything.

His hand pulled up and down his cock, in slow, agonizingly slow strokes, long and lingering. Everything felt hot, flustered, scalding. Dream imagined it was George’s hand touching his dick. Leaving a hot lingering burn to his skin, in wanted, desired touches. He wanted George, so fucking badly. 

Hangs pulled faster, grip squeezing stronger desperately. He felt the familiar pool of arousal in the pit of his stomach, growing hot and heavy. His breath grew jagged, short and rough. His chest heaved, hands growing faster and faster .

A few more short strokes and he would finish. Would finally feel the euphorically blissful feeling that could overcome his entire body. Finally feel the relieving feeling of release. 

And then he stopped.

His hands had to force themselves to stop, the once built up arousal and heat driving deep in his gut, almost too tempting to cross that path of relief. But he couldn’t.

He felt dirty. He was dirty. 

And he hadn’t even finished.

Chapter Text

Orlando, Florida
November 28th – 10:09pm

Two more nights. 

Dream was finally seeing the finish line. Two more nights of what he would describe as literal hell, and then it would finally be over. 

Was he tired? Hell yeah. The constant desire and desperation was seriously taking a toll on his body, he felt exhausted, heavy. He just wanted everything to be done.

Dream’s hands entered the water with a splash, the soapy suds covered the piles of dirty dishes in the sink, as he sloppily washed them with the cloth. The dishes had been sitting in the sink for about three days, poor Dream didn’t have time to think about anything but his dick the entire duration of November, so they sat forgotten in a pile of filth.

George’s hands became the epitome of evil, leaving taunting touches that had Dream practically writhing beneath them. It was almost terrifying how easily George could control him, how easy it was for him to turn him on and lose control. It was taking a lot of Dream’s will power to stop himself from caving, something that was becoming weaker by every painful erection.

The pair had dinner earlier in the night, and after separating, George headed to the living room to watch Netflix and Dream tried to occupy himself with the dishes. He had been dragging the chore on for ages, his hands had become wrinkly and permanently moist, and the once hot, soapy water had become cold and sudsless.

He could hear the television from the kitchen, playing some kind of a theme show he didn’t recognise. He was honestly half expecting George to come out and join him in the kitchen, give him some company while he worked, and possibly taunt him and get him riled up. But to Dream’s dismay, that did not happen, and so the two remained in separate rooms for a majority of the night.

Dream placed the last fork on the rack, one that he spent a good ten seconds washing with the cloth. He slowly reached into the water, pulling out the plug, watching as the water disappeared down the drain in a swirl.

Suddenly, a ding, followed by a small vibration came from his back pocket. He quickly dried his hands using the towel, chucking it on the bench as he pulled out his phone. Notifications popped up in a flash of artificial light. It was Sapnap.

Nick

hows everything going

Sent 10:14pm 

yeah, it’s fine

Sent 10:14pm

are u guys getting along

Sent 10:15pm

yeah

why?

Sent 10:15pm

mm k 

tell me if anything happens

Sent 10:16pm

if anything happens, like what??

nick??

hello??

Sent 10:17pm

asshole.

Sent 10:20pm

Dream’s head shot up when he heard George walk into the kitchen. He had been far too distracted by his phone, and getting a response from Sapnap, to even notice that the television was now off. George looked a little tired, and he only confirmed Dream’s suspicions when he let out a big yawn, stretching his arms high above his head.

“I think I’m going to go to bed now.” George told him, nonchalantly.

Dream’s brows subtly furrowed. Go to bed, right now?

Dream nodded, “Oh okay.”

George sent him a smile, “Goodnight Dream.” He said.

Dream returned the smile, “Goodnight George.” He replied warmly. 

Dream watched as George waltzed his way up the stairs, he almost frowned. No sway to his hip, no alluring wink or lip bite. Nothing. 

It honestly felt a little disappointing to him. What was that about?

Of course Dream did not want George to be making him hard right now. He didn’t know if his dick could handle it. But to think that maybe George was possibly done with this whole ordeal was a little heart breaking, not to be dramatic or anything.

Ignoring the weird buzzing feeling in his stomach, Dream finished wiping down the bench with the towel. He had time to spare, so he spent the last few hours of the night bundled back up on the couch watching Netflix.

Eyes became droopy, he had seen this show a thousand times. Another episode popped up, the title screen ‘Brooklyn Nine Nine’ blaring brightly for the fifth time that night.  One more episode, and then he would go to bed, Dream told himself. Falling deeper into the cushion of the couch, eyes focused back on the television in front of him. 

He had seen every single episode of the show, and could most recite it word for word, but it didn’t stop him from watching it again. The light humor, and funny characters really just made this show addicting. He could watch it all night if he ha-

Thud. Dream’s head shot towards the staircase. What the heck was that? A random faint thudding noise reverberating through the house. It sounded like it was coming from upstairs?  Dream couldn’t tell. It was probably just on the television. Maybe he was sleep deprived, or.. cum deprived. Everything was just messing with his head.

Dream ignored it, whatever it was, and instead continued to watch his show. He quite enjoyed it, it was his comfort shows of sorts, the one you watched repeatedly and it would never get boring, the one-

Thump. Dream frowned. What the hell? Faint thumping noises echoed through the house. Dream didn’t know exactly where they were coming from, but it sounded like it was coming from the roof. A.K.A, upstairs. 

Slowly, Dream stood from his place on the couch, brows furrowed as he made his way up the stairs.

It was suspiciously quiet now, had he just made that up?

“George?” Dream called out as he made his way towards the older’s door. It was almost silent, strangely silent. When he finally reached the door, he tapped his knuckles softly against the wood. When he didn’t get a response, he slowly pushed it open. 

What he saw made his blood rush from his entire body straight into his cock.

“Hey.” George said. Plain and simple.

Dream swallowed, hard, “W-what are y-you doing?”

George smiled, “Nothing Dream.” He told him, although it was clear he was not just doing nothing.

Dream couldn’t keep his eyes off of George’s figure, dressed in the same black lingerie Dream had seen in the snap George had sent him, the image being etched into his brain. But seeing it in person was a whole nother ordeal. George sat on his knees on his bed, back arched accentuating the curves of his hips and his ass.

Dream stood, stunned in the doorway, jaw threatening to hang open as he looked at the boy before him. The way the lace hugged his curves perfectly, emphasizing his dainty figure in a way that made the boy look absolutely ethereal.

George was loving the way Dream looked completely out of it. The way that Dream looked completely dazed and turned on. George bit his lip, pulling the flesh with his teeth. His eyes dragged up and down Dream’s body. “I’m bored, why don’t you come.. play .”

Dream felt his heart stutter, stomach bottoming out of his gut, “I- I- uhm, was just about to head to bed.” He lied. He was on the verge of popping another boner, he had to find an excuse to get out of there.

But George saw through his lie, like a crystal clear river. His brow raised, “With the television still running?”

Dreams' eyes widened, shit . “N-no, I was just gonna.. turn it off, and then head to bed.” He rambled on, nervously.

“Why are you lying to me?” George asked suggestively, lifting his legs off the bed, standing up when his feet reached the floor. He tilted his head slightly in innocent questioning, “Do I make you feel nervous?”

Dream felt his heart beat faster, “I- no, I just-”

But George cut him off, “Why do you try so hard?” He asked suddenly.

Dream’s brows curled downwards in confusion, “With what?”

“This bet.” George stated, slowly he took a step towards the blonde, Dream didn’t fail to notice the sexy sway to his hips. He gulped, dragging his eyes back up to George’s, “It must be killing you not to give in.”

Of course it was. Dream would be stupid to try and argue with it when it was as clear as a warm summers day. His lust, his pride, his sexual desire was killing him. George was killing him.

Once George reached the boy, he slowly let his hands grasp around Dream’s neck, he felt Dream tense beneath him. “Give in to your temptations,” He continued, letting his finger trace the stubble against Dream’s jawline, “your desires.”

George met Dream’s eyes quickly, which were staring down at George in a daze of lust, “Do you know what turns me on the most?” He questioned him, and Dream gave him a slight shake of his head. George smirked, “Someone that can take charge,” He answered, “won’t fight what he really wants.”

“Do you want me Dream?” George questioned, but Dream couldn’t answer. Not because he didn’t want George, of course he fucking wanted George, more than anything in the world. But he couldn’t tell him that now, this bet was making everything messy.

He regretted ever saying anything to start with, maybe it pushed everything into hyper speed, but it was speeding things up too much and now everything was a messy blur. He couldn’t tell what was George and what was his pride trying to win No Nut November.

“Do you want me to stop this, Dream?” George asked sincerely. Something he had been itching to know from the man in front of him, was if he reciprocated feelings the way that he did.

Dream’s eyes widened ever so slightly, but George didn’t miss it. They were both stupidly blind, and it was god-awfully idiotic that it took them both a bet over No Nut November to realize that they wanted each other in more ways . They were both being stupid, from both point of views, but with a mix of lust and feelings anything couldn’t become a blur.

Did he want the teasing to stop? He didn’t know what the brunette was thinking, so he didn’t even know if he would return the same feelings in the long run. Was this just all a part of the bet? Maybe George was finally seeing that Dream did have feelings attached as well, and he just wanted to let him down gently.

Dream was overthinking this way too much. It was a simple question. Did he want the flirting to stop? Dream knew the answer as soon as the words left the brown-eyed man’s mouth.

“No.”

George lips curled into a smug smile, “Good,” He stated, hands traveling down the front of Dream’s chest. “because that would’ve put a damper on what I want.”

“And that is?” Dream whispered.

George smirked, “You.”

Keeping the same distance between the two figures, George ran his hands down the length of Dream’s arms, grasping his hand gently and guiding them towards his hips. He held his hands over the top of Dream’s, but Dream could only feel them, too nervous to break the eye contact they held. “Do you ever think of what I want, Dream? Or do you just think with your dick?”

Dream gulped down the lump in his throat, “W-what do you want?” 

George subconsciously leaned into the boy, “For you to touch me.”

Dream didn’t know what he was thinking, but his hands almost moved as if they had a mind of their own. His hands swerved down to the round of George’s ass, fingers gripping, grasping at the soft, exposed skin. 

George tried to muffle a whimper, as Dream’s hand dominantly groped his ass. His own hands tightly gripping around Dream’s neck. Dream wanted to do so many things to the man in front of him, he wanted to touch him, worship him. Anything. He was fucking incredible, he was incredibly stunning dressed like this, something Dream couldn’t get enough of. The photos were nothing compared to what he had in front of him.

Dream’s breath caught in his esophagus when George inched his head dangerously close to Dream’s neck. “There’s too much attention on you and your dick.” He whispered alluringly into Dream’s ear, allowing his lips to brush against the flesh of his neck. George carefully grinded his hips up against Dream’s, feeling just how big of an erection Dream had under his pants. “I think you need to focus on me.”

Dream could feel George’s hard on through his lingerie, hell if he had the balls to look down, he could see how horny the other was for him as well. His muscles tensed, feeling George’s hot breath against his neck as well his hips rub against his hard dick, “F-fuck, I-”

And then another fucking distraction. George swore he turned his phone off, put it on airplane mode or something. George had never wanted to smash two things at once before but he was pretty fucking close.

His phone started ringing, not blaringly but the vibrations were loud enough to break Dream out of his spell. Dream flicked his eyes to the device vibrating on the desk, he furrowed his brows when he saw the name.

“It’s Sapnap..” Dream trailed off.

“Ignore him.” George told him, immediately.

Dream sighed, “I can’t.”

He removed himself from George, picking up the phone before pressing it to his ear.

“Hey George-“ Sapnap started.

“Dream.” He interjected.

“Oh,” Sapnap paused, “was I interrupting something?”

Dream didn’t dare to look back at the other man behind him, “I- uhm.. no.” He stuttered out.

But Sapnap knew otherwise.“Mm.. sure.” He hummed, “I’m sorry, but can you put George on.”

“Okay.” Dream breathed, before wordlessly handing George the phone. Before George could protest, he scurried away out the door.

George watched the door close, he could almost cry. He put the phone to his ear, “Hey, sorry fo-“

“I hate you.” George said abruptly before hanging up the phone.

Dream practically ran down the stairs, turning the television off, before running back up the stairs to hide away in his room. His pants were so fucking tight. He was in incredible pain. He whisked past George’s door, heading straight for his bed, where he threw himself down on his mattress, dick twitching in the restraints of his pants. George’s words played in his mind in an infinite loop as he looked up to his white ceiling with a blank expression. 

Maybe he did need to focus on him.

Chapter Text

Orlando, Florida
November 29th – 11:33pm

Dream had made it the entire day without popping a boner. Something Dream would consider a miracle with the way George had been treating him. 

Dream knew he would’ve got an erection if he had actually spent the entire night with George, but he didn’t. Instead he told him he was going to stream for a bit, solely to avoid the inevitable. He managed to get Sapnap on call too, pulling him from his busy schedule in North Carolina, so they could mess around on the Dream SMP together.

They streamed for a good couple hours, but even Dream felt his eyes grow tired from the constant blue light from his monitor, and he could also hear Sapnap grow sleepy from the otherside of the call. A notification caused his phone screen to light up. Dream peered down at the screen.

Sapnap

think we can end stream soon?

Sent 11:34pm

Dream sighed, silently agreeing that he was also tired and wanted to end the stream, despite wanting to stay on so he didn’t have to deal with the painful erection that was bound to happen.

“Alright guys, I think I might end now.” He announced.

They messed around for a bit, before Dream eventually said his farewells to chat and ended the stream, remaining in the call with Sapnap for a bit after. As the two were alone, Sapnap spoke up. “What made you want to stream so bad?” He asked light-heartedly.

Dream silently shuddered, “Nothing, you wouldn’t get it.”

“Try me.” Sapnap replied.

Dream sighed, “No Nut November.” He answered simply.

He could feel Sapnap’s confusion through the screen, “Huh?”

Soft knocks at the door gained Dream’s attention immediately, preventing him from answering. He knew it was George, obviously . Dream turned his head to see him stepping inside the room, closing the door behind him. “Be right back.” He mumbled into the microphone quickly, taking off his headset, “Yeah?”

George slowly made his way over to Dream, who in turn spun in his chair to face the brunette. He looked mischievous, like he was about to do something bad. He totally was.

George looked down at him with a mischievous glint in his eye, “I have a question.” He asked innocently, now only a few steps in front of him. Dream noticed immediately what George had on, his hoodie. It was one thing to see George walk around the house with a hoodie on, and his bare legs out. But that combined with the fact that it was Dream’s hoodie, made his gut twist. Dream felt weirdly possessive.

Dream swallowed down that thought, “Uhm- yeah, what’s up?”

George tilted his head, “There’s only one day of November left..” He noted.

Dream bit his lip. Of course it would be about that, Dream couldn’t help but feel nervous. “Yeah..”

George let a small smirk pull at the corner of his lips, feeling strangely proud how nervous he could make the blonde. He’d been wanting to ask Dream this for awhile. He knew it’d be the ice breaker, the thing to tip him over the edge. An opportunity so good, that Dream would have no choice but to lose.

George smiled sweetly, “Does this bet still count if you’re not the one to make you come?”

Dream felt his face drain of any color. “W-what?”

George grinned, taking a few steps closer so he was right in front of him. “Like if someone else were to make you come,” Dream watched as George’s hand reached out to the armrest of his chair, allowing him to lean his face even closer . He felt his breath hitch, “Would it still count?”

Dream swallowed, hard, how the hell could he answer a question like that? Especially with George in kissing distance.“U-uhm, I-I guess, yeah.” He stuttered out, he felt nervous and clammy all at once.

George giggled, that was so clearly not the right answer. George let his other hand wander, resting his finger against Dream’s chest, he could feel how hard his heart was beating underneath the pad of his finger tip. “So.. if I gave you a handjob right now, I would win?” He asked innocently, though his message was far from it.

Dream felt his eyes widened, dick pulse in his pants. “W-well, y-yeah..”

Dream watched George carefully, and the intensity in his eye, “And if I asked you to fuck me, right now, so fucking good that my back breaks, I would win?” He questioned, his voice low and daunting.

Dream’s breath involuntarily hitched into his throat, he felt his dick twitch. “Wh-“

But George cut him off, “What if I got down on my knees?” He asked, Dream suddenly felt George’s hand place itself on his thigh. “Unzipped your jeans. And let you use me like a fuck toy, until you come in my mouth.” George inched ever so closer, their hot breaths mixing into a swirl of anticipation. George’s eyes raked down Dream’s body, returning to connect their gaze with a raw desire. “Would you let me?”

Dream felt his pants get painfully tighter. He hated how he turned into putty with a few light touches and daunting words. He couldn’t help it, but fuck, George was hot. The way he said and taunted Dream so sexually made him involuntarily freeze.

But he wasn’t like this. He didn’t know why George affected him like this. It was agitating how inferior he was to him like this. He could imagine how he would look under him, writhing and whining pathetically if he put even half the amount of effort in the teasing that George did.

Suddenly Dream grasped George’s wrist tightly, “Is that what you want?” Dream countered.

George looked taken back, flinching his head down slightly in utter shock. He liked having power, being the one making Dream flustered, not the other way around. His eyes flicked back and forth between his wrist and Dream’s challenging eyes, “What?”

Dream grinned, seeing how startled he was, it brought out the sadist in him. It was just a little taste of his own medicine. “You know, you keep telling me what you think I want. Let me tell you what I think you want.” 

George instantly froze, having no other choice but to step back as Dream stood from his chair, keeping a firm grip on George’s wrist. “I think you're really a dirty slut,” He concluded, backing George up until he felt the wall behind his back. “And you want me to push you on your knees, and fuck your mouth so hard that you forget your fucking name.”

George felt his breath catch in his throat, heart not failing to speed up to a million beats a minute. Dream quickly pinned George’s wrist above his head.

“Enough about me Georgie.” Dream mused, “You’re in this bet too, right?”

George felt Dream’s strong hand grasp around his hip, the pad of his thumb tracing daunting circles into his skin.

Dream softly grinned, “What happens if I make you come?” His eyes held a smug spark, thumbs pressing deep into the skin of his hip, hard enough to bruise, “I don’t think it’d be too hard,” He taunted, pressing in deeper, George letting out a choked breath in response. “Considering you’re already crying.”

George felt his stomach bottom out, his own erection feel so painfully constricted in the tight material of his shorts that he could almost cry. 

Dream smirked, his tight grip on his hip and wrist faltering slightly so he could lean closer. George instinctively tilted his head up to give Dream more access to his skin, letting the blonde press up so close to his ear, that his nose brushed against the sensitive flesh of neck. “You’re going to have to try a lot harder than that, darling.” 

And just like that, Dream left.

George was panting, long labored breaths drawing out of his chest in an attempt to catch up on the breaths he had lost. There was an eerie silence around him, mixed with the whirring of Dream’s forgotten monitor and his choked breaths. 

What was that?

He had held the upper hand for so long. And everything was lost in an instance. How had he gone from being the dominant one to the flustered one so quickly? There was no way Dream wasn’t caving, how had he managed to look so put together, so controlling while George melted like ice on a warm summer's day in his hand.

He hated it. How smug he looked handling him like that. One day left, maybe he’d have to sacrifice his pawn to get the king. Get his hands dirty to-

“Uh.. hello?”

George felt his cheeks flare up in an instance, somehow an even brighter shade of pink that his cheeks already were, hearing the faint voices of people through Dream’s forgotten headset. He quickly scrambled to the computer, letting out a half sigh of relief to see that it was only Sapnap. If it were anyone else he would just about end it all now, but still he was not ready for the teasing he was about to get.

Quickly, George shoved on Dream’s headset, “U-uh goodnight!” He squeaked before immediately ending the call.

Sapnap chuckled from the otherside of the screen. He was there the entire time, listening and lurking. Hearing that was, although weird, a bit of a turn on. 

“Nick..” Karl whined as he entered the room, leaning against the door frame with a pout on his face. Sapnap turned in his seat, eyeing the boy with a dull lust-filled glint in his eye, “Can you come to bed now so we can cuddle?"

Sapnap chuckled, “Is that the only thing we’re going to do?” He questioned.

Karl raised an amused eyebrow, “Is there something else you want to do?”

Sapnap smirked, “I can think of one thing.”

Chapter Text

Orlando, Florida
November 30th – 11:27pm

Dream had checked the date at least twenty times throughout the entire day. It was November 30th, the last day of November, last day of this bet, last day of living in literal hell. It almost didn’t feel real, how did he manage to last this long? After this he’d have to praise his self control tremendously. The man even set a timer for midnight, the alarm would be a sound of victory, a celebration to remind him that he won .

He almost felt bad for practically abandoning George in his home all day, but with the last interactions between the two being very very intimate, he knew that avoiding him would be the only way he’d survive No Nut November. He was so close to folding yesterday and the day before, so he spent the entire day running completely bullshit errands, and visiting made-up family. George looked almost annoyed, rather skeptical about the entire ordeal, but Dream didn’t look twice as he raced out the door.

But now it was night. He didn’t have anywhere to be, and he didn’t want to leave George home alone for the entire night just over a stupid bet. He was his own worst enemy at times, maybe he should’ve booked a hotel somewhere to avoid the inevitable .

When Dream first entered back into the house, the house was comfortingly quiet, and he managed to find George in the kitchen, busying himself with baking cookies. Dream didn’t know how, considering he didn’t remember buying any ingredients to make said cookies, but they were cookies nonetheless.

What he didn’t appreciate after a long day of doing nothing outside, was coming back to watch George somehow make eating cookies sexy. The way the still hot chocolate smeared adorably across the corner of his lips. The way his tongue swiped out to lick the chocolate away. The way he sucked his fingers into his mouth to clean away the extra crumbs.

He excused himself after that, fighting his inner demons to keep his god forbidden dick from getting a boner, something much easier said than done.

Dream busied himself with work for the rest of the night, refusing to eat, just so he could avoid the inevitable. A couple more hours and he’d be done, he’d just have to survive all of George’s antics.

Dream hated how he started dozing off a few hours in, halfway through typing away at his computer. He knew his body well enough to know when he was ready to conk out for the night. Defeatedly, he turned his pc off, not before checking the time. 11:27pm. Huh, weird?

He changed into his pajamas, before collapsing in his bed. Another half an hour and November would be over. Never had he hated a month more, sure he hated Monday’s, and rainy weather, but now he could confidently say he had a least favorite month. 

Just as he was about to turn his light off, and go to sleep, Dream heard soft knocks on the door. His stomach bottomed out with the noise echoing through his room. A familiar set of brown hair poked its way through the door, Dream’s eyes widening in anticipation.

In George came, eyes sparkling with something mischievous, something naughty . He closed the door behind him, immediately locking his gaze with Dream intimidatingly. “How long are you going to keep this up?”

“What-” Before Dream could utter another word, his breath hitched into his esophagus as he desperately watched George make his way over the foot of his bed, crawling across his mattress with a sultry look in his eye. Dream swallowed.

George inched ever so closer, legs spread on either side of Dream’s as he crept towards him with a particular glint to his brown eyes. “I’m right in front of you and all you want to do is fight it.” He said, his voice barely above a breathless whisper.

Dream felt himself grow hard underneath the brunette man, but he still tried to maintain his mask. “George,” He said, hating just how weak his voice sounded, how strained it was. “You’re gonna have to try har-”

Suddenly, George pushed him down, the blonde hitting his back against the mattress with a bounce as George crawled over the top of him, straddling his waist. Dream audibly gasped, feeling his hard on rub gut-wretchedly against George’s ass, feeling his stomach twist into knots. 

“Try harder?” George questioned, voice low with mischief.

Dream’s breath snagged against his throat, “George, get off me, now .” He demanded in a low snarl, he was at his breaking point. He felt so fucking horny, so fucking desperate. The front he had put up yesterday was pure bullshit. Right now, he could not control himself.

George returned his threat with an innocent grin, “Why?” Dream could only pathetically keep his eyes locked on George’s, feeling his dick throb under the pressure of George’s ass, grinding down on him. Dream knew he didn’t have to answer it, George knew exactly what he was doing, knew exactly why Dream wanted him off of him, but he answered anyway.

Dreams lips pulled together in a taut line, eyes that tried to remain unfazed shattering into a fit of lustful despair. “Because I can't do this anymore. I can't control myself any longer.” He confessed breathlessly.

He felt every string, every thread attaching his self control to his body, his mind, snap, disintegrate away into the air, leaving him completely defenseless.

George snorted, “I don’t think you know this Dream, but that’s the whole point. I want you to lose control.” He told him flirtatiously. He could almost cackle in triumph. Was this it? Was the week of shameless flirting finally doing its job?

Dream’s once pretty emerald green eyes turned dark, so fucking dark. “I don’t think you do.”

George’s brows furrowed, “Why?”

“Because I won’t be able to hold back.”

George smirked, “So?” He enticed.

“I’m telling you now, George, I'll be ruthless.” Dream told him, holding himself back. He couldn’t, this was his last ounce of control holding him back. Telling his mind that he needed to stop. He didn’t think he could stop.

George’s smirk grew wickedly, inching closer to Dream’s face. “Good, I want you to be.” 

“I’m being serious.” He said darkly, “Once I start I won’t be able to stop.” 

Dream knew that for a fact. This might all just be fun and games but it broke him in ways that he’d never be able to understand. It didn’t break him in a way that affected him emotionally, no way . It broke the way he thought, and the thought that he always had to be so strong. Always had to restrain himself from the things he so clearly wanted. It broke that thought, made it clear he could be weak, could fuck his best friend if that’s what the weakest part of him so desperately wanted.

George’s tongue flicked out across his lips, wetting the soft, pink flesh subtly, Dream didn’t miss it. His face ever so slowly moved closer, hot breaths mixing in a swirl. George grinned, “Good thing I want you to break me.”

In a swift movement of tangled limbs and a haze of strong lust, Dream rolled George over, giving him no time to register anything as he hovered over him with a hunger in his eye, pressing him down roughly into the mattress.

Green eyes studied brown, searching, scanning for any sign of hesitance, for a way out. He wouldn’t do anything to George if he was uncomfortable. George had been the sluttiest whore he’d ever seen, but there was no chance in hell that Dream would take advantage of this bet.

Dream could feel his heart beating out of his chest, thumping sporadically against the bones of his ribs with the excitement of the anticipation from the build up. He had wanted this for so fucking long, and now he finally could.

Dream studied his face, god George looked so fucking pretty underneath him like this. His face dusted in a light pink blush, eyes slightly widened in surprise. “George..” He said breathlessly, “A-are you sure? I don’t want to do anything yo-“

George cut off his rambling quickly, with a soft smile. He scoffed, “Just shut the hell up and fuck me.” 

Dream felt his core tighten, that final thread connected in his mind break, as he finally filled his longing, firmly pressing his lips down against the boy beneath him.

Lips slammed against each other roughly, the pair both putting the desire, the desperate need to fucking be connected into the kiss. George tasted sweet, so sickeningly sweet. He tasted like strawberries and whipped cream, like all things sugary and candied. It was intoxicating, an addiction Dream was sure he wouldn’t be able to live without after tonight.

A flurry of fireworks ignited when the pair connected. It was a burst of desire, the long excruciating week before finally feeling worth it. 

Dream wasted no time in soft kisses, he wanted George now . Almost hungrily, like a wild animal, he licked up into George’s lips, almost forcing itself between his flesh, as if he wouldn’t allow it. Of course he did, George opened his mouth welcomingly, allowing Dreams tongue entrance.

George couldn’t stop the moan escaping out his throat, as Dream explored his mouth roughly. His fingers made their way to the base of Dream’s neck, pulling at the loose blonde strands, pulling the man impossibly closer. He slightly rolled his hips up, grinding their erections together roughly.

Dream felt the friction, how hard George was for him and how hard he was for George, only reminding how much he fucking wanted it.

How much he wanted to get lost in him and release. 

Chapter Text

Orlando, Florida
November 30th – 11:34pm

Lips locked together, the fiery pit of passion and lust igniting in Dream’s chest setting off fireworks to his gut. His eyes were clenched shut, eagerly feeding on the euphoric feeling of finally being able to feel, to taste the man beneath him.

Dream’s hands hungrily rode under George’s shirt, yearning to feel skin, to let his fingers glide across flesh, feel the softness and warmth. Dream’s hands dipped down, dragging down the length of George’s torso, gripping at the hem of his hoodie.

Cold fingers felt under, grasped around his waist causing George to gasp, his stomach coiling in on itself, gut twisting in knots to try contain the pure arousal building inside of him. The brunette pulled the boy on top of him closer, fingers interlocking behind the blonde’s neck, anything to make their kiss more connected, more sensual.

Their lips melted together, tongues fought a silent battle as their kiss grew more rough by each growing second. The younger couldn’t contain the blissful pleasure erupting in his core, the feeling of relief after withholding for so fucking long. 

But he wanted more. 

Dream’s fingers hooked under the hem of George’s hoodie, not breaking the kiss, until he had to, to pull the older’s hoodie over his head. 

Dream practically felt the wind get knocked from his chest when he could finally see the boy beneath him. The pictures that George sent him over the past few weeks didn’t do him any justice. Words couldn’t describe just how perfect Dream thought George was. He was just that fucking stunning. He looked like all things holy, as if the gods above sculpted him themselves from clay and gault.

“Off.” George muttered breathlessly, stopping Dream’s stares to pull at the seam of his shirt. 

Dream obliged embarrassingly quickly, pulling away to swiftly bring his shirt over his head, discarding it on the floor in a forgotten mess. George looked up at him in slight awe, something the blonde didn’t necessarily need reminding of. He knew how he looked, he took care of his body, ate well, worked out regularly, and could confidently say he looked good.

But he didn’t give George that much time to dwell on his body, cutting off his shameless stares by gripping his jaw, and slamming their lips together again. 

Dream kissed into George’s mouth, harder, more frantically, feeling the pit of arousal in his pants, the pain itself from restraining himself for so goddamn long, making him just want to relieve himself right at that second.

Dream’s leg snaked between George’s, thigh rubbing up against the brunette’s equally painfully hard erection. George could only moan into the kiss, feeling the friction against his hard dick, knowing how long he had to hold himself off, making it all the more alleviating.

“Shit..” Dream trailed his kisses down George’s neck, sucking at the plush skin, lapping his tongue across and up his collarbone. He couldn’t fathom the idea of having George, having him under him, being able to do terrible things to him. He didn’t just want to use him though, he wanted to do everything right. Make him feel good, feel him come apart under his fingertips. He wanted to worship him.

George’s breath hitched into his throat, feeling the younger attack his neck so beautifully made him want to cry out. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip, preventing himself from embarrassing himself too much, but when Dream did things like that it was too hard to contain.

George softly bit into the flesh of his hand, trying to hold back the moans threatening to spill from his lips. He felt his teeth sink deeper and deeper, could start to feel the pain, until the younger tightly grasped his wrist, pinning it to the bed.

Brown eyes met green, George could feel the intensity Dream was sending from above him. “Don’t hold back, I want to hear you.” Dream told him. The brunette could only nod, too breathless to comprehend words, his veins overflowing with the overwhelming surge of fondness the younger was giving to him.

Dream looked up into his eyes, “Just let me worship you.” He breathed out, in a silent confession, eyes inadvertently filled with an immense amount of adoration. George couldn’t comprehend the look behind the blonde’s eyes, too overwhelming to get lost into at that moment, too exhilarating to think about, so instead he nodded his head.

Dream grinned, before dropping back down to attack the brunette's neck. He roughly pressed his lips into the brunette's skin, mewling at the drawn out moan that spewed from the older’s lips. Teeth dragged, biting harsh marks into soft skin, painting dark, purple bruises into his flesh, a silent reminder that he was marked his, and only his .

George’s eyes shut in bliss, fingers clawing at the back of Dream’s neck in an attempt to balance out the pleasure, as Dream found that certain spot. Dream took that as his encouragement, not even bothering to conceal his grin as he assaulted his skin over and over again. George felt his chest constrict, felt his breaths catch in his lungs as Dream trailed kisses down the boy’s chest, leaving slick streaks of spit until he reached the brunette's boxers.

“May I?” Dream asked, eyes glancing up to search George’s flushed out face.

George nodded, chest heaving in and out to try catch his breath, he loved that Dream was being sure, but shit did he want to feel something . “Fuck, yes.. Please .” George pleaded.

Dream beamed, lips attaching themselves back to George’s waist, trailing down across his v-line til he reached the hem of his boxers. His fingers hooked at the seams, slowly pulling them down, continuing to kiss down his leg, until his boxers were off. Dream pulled his boxers off completely, disposing them on the floor, leaving him completely bare, spread out across the bed. 

“Fuck..” Dream couldn’t help but stare, when he was laid out underneath him like this, so angelic, so fucking sexy, it would be a crime not to.

George felt extremely promiscuous, but seeing the way that Dream looked at him, the hunger that ignited in his eyes as they raked over his body, just made him harder. He wanted to feel something, just feel friction .

“Dre-” But his whines were cut off, when he finally felt Dream’s hands wrap around his cock. 

George’s dick molded to the curve of Dream’s hand, tugging against skin while his grip slickly pulled up and down. The green-eyed man watched George fall apart underneath his touch, watched his face scrunch so filthily sensually before he bobbed his mouth down to taste the head of his cock. Dream felt himself grow harder, as he let his tongue drag across the older’s slit, lap up the precum spilling out as he sucked it deep into his mouth till it hit the back of his throat.

George couldn’t think at all, mind a foggy haze of lust and pleasure to think about anything else apart from how Dream’s lips felt around him. He could only dwell on the sinking feeling in his gut, the looming ecstasy.

Dream bobbed his head faster, hollowing out his cheeks to swallow hard around George’s dick. Dream let out a low hum, tongue licking up the underside of his cock, as he continued to please him. George let his hand wander through Dream’s unkempt hair, tugging roughly at the strands to contain himself from tipping over the edge. 

George couldn’t help but get lost in the feeling, the feeling of Dream between his legs, treating him so fucking good. His eyes were hooded with lust, lips parted as his tongue lolled out of his mouth in rapture.

Dream’s hand reached up, fingers instinctively holding out in front of his pretty pink lips. “Suck.” He said simply, before bobbing his head back down to suck George’s dick.

George’s hand wrapped around Dream’s, bringing his hand up to his lips to suck on the digits, covering them in a thick coat of saliva. Dream felt George’s tongue swirl around his fingers, weave in between them, felt the spit soak his fingers. Dream slowed his mouth's movements, pulling his hand away from George before bringing them down towards his entrance. Dream’s fingers teasingly circled his rim, traced around tauntingly as George mewled, until he gently slipped one inside. 

“S-shit..” He stuttered out, hands clawing at the bedsheets, trying to focus on the pleasure coming from both ends. Mouth slacked, lips parted, tongue pressing against his teeth subconsciously as Dream fingered him in slow rhythmic movements, easing two and then three fingers into him, while he continued to blow him.

Dream fingered him, painfully slowly, scissoring his digits to stretch his tight hole out. George felt the younger’s long fingers reach deep inside him, felt his digits drag excruciatingly beautifully against his walls. The older felt the welcoming burn, the stretch of his ass, felt his heart beat pick up impossibly faster.

A sudden gasp, pulled from the brunette's lips, becoming a grunting and spluttering mess as Dream finally pressed against the familiar sweet spot that made his body shake uncontrollably all on its own.

“Oh my-” He choked, spit catching in his throat as he grunted out incoherent things, too caught up in the feeling of being full while Dream stimulated his cock to form words. Dream aimed, thrusted against his prostate with his fingers with a rough force.

George felt himself grow close, felt his climax reach nearer and higher. But he didn’t want to come just yet.

George’s hand reached to grip Dream’s face, to pull him away.  “Need you, in me, now.” He protested, much to Dream’s pleasure. Dream grinned, pulling away from George. Roughly, he kissed up his thigh, softly nipping his flesh as he readjusted himself in between the brunette’s legs. Just as he was about to reach into his nightstand, to pull out the lube and condoms, George interrupted him.

“Forget the condom, I want to feel you.” He whispered lustfully into the blonde’s ear. Immediately his brows shot up, heart beat stuttering in his chest as his agonizingly painful erection grew harder .

Movements grew rough, rushed to cover his erection in lube, and just get on with it . He quickly grabbed the bottle of lube, watching carefully as the brunette swiftly took it from his hands and uncapped the bottle. Dream groaned, feeling George’s dainty hand smear a generous amount of the thick liquid across his dick, finally feeling some satisfaction. 

He had been wanting this for so long, craving the satisfaction, the release. 

Dream leaned down, chest pressing against George’s as he aligned himself with his asshole. George’s arms wrapped around Dream’s neck, eagerly anticipating, craving the feeling of the blonde inside him.

Easing into him, Dream watched as his dick disappeared inside the brunette, feeling as George’s tight hole clenched around him, watching as George fell apart, fell into that pleasurable and addictive feeling of fullness.

“ Shit , George, you feel so good.” He groaned, fingers absentmindedly tightening around George’s waist. He hadn’t felt anything better, experienced anything as exhilarating as being inside the older man underneath him. “Geo-”

“Fuck me, please. ” He interjected, begged, eyes hungry for more, to be fucked out. And Dream didn’t need to be told twice.

In one swift movement, Dream pulled out completely, dick catching past his rim, before snapping his hips back in. And then he was done for.

George whined, mewled at the pleasure, feeling Dream plow impossibly deep within his hole. His eyes rolled back into his head, filthy moans streaming past his lips in an unbroken melody. Hands grabbed, grasped at dirty blonde locks, anything to anchor him down.

“My go-” His mouth went slack, a long, lecherous moan constantly drawing from his throat as he felt Dream’s hip’s snap into him, felt his hips slap against his ass licentiously. George felt his hips grow weak, felt his legs begin to tremble as he dwelled in the euphoric feeling of being fucked out. He wasn’t just seeing stars, he was seeing the whole fucking galaxy. 

“You’re taking me so fucking well..” Dream set a bruising grip, fingers digging into skin to pull him back down to the earth. 

The older gasped, writhed in pleasure, feeling his prostate being stimulated repeatedly in a brutal, vicious pattern. He had never felt this full before, all his other partners he had before, looking like amateurs compared to the way Dream was treating him. 

The brunette felt the growing sensation, the increasing euphoria in the pit of his stomach as Dream fucked inside of his gut. Tears formed in his eyes, streamed down the side of his face, unable to control himself. He felt his body grow hot, felt the pleasure course through his veins like an addictive illicit substance, felt his orgasm begin to erupt in his core.

George’s brow scrunched, forehead wrinkling as his eyes met Dream’s again. “F-fuck.. I’m g-gonna come.” He confessed, feeling his stomach bottom out completely as his prostate was abused, over and over again.

Dream was in the same state as George, felt that lingering feeling grow bigger every thrust deep into the brunette. “Me.. too.” He breathed, feeling George's walls tighten around him.

Dreams head dipped down, hands gripping his jaw as their lips collided in a mess of rough open-mouthed kisses. A mix of passion and the built up desire swirled through their mouths, swapped through their tongues while the room filled with hot lust.

Dream’s hand reached to engulf around George’s cock, pumped his length, worked his dick in matching beat to his thrusts, and pushed himself impossibly deeper against George’s prostate. They were so close to the edge, so close to feeling that rapturous ecstasy.

Their sounds blurred together like a rhythmic line, world around them fizzing away into nothing but the void, as their orgasms ripped through their entire body, Dream’s hot seed spilling deep inside the brunette, as George painted their chests in white.

Dream heavily panted, gasped as he pulled out, watching his dick pull out and his cum spill out of George’s hole, before collapsing on the bed next to him. 

Both completely and utterly breathless, chests heaving in and out with exhaustion, their grins couldn’t have been bigger. The pair instinctively fell into position, naturally rolled their bodies, George tucked away under Dream's arm, head leaning against Dream’s chest while his hand rested next to it. 

“That was-” He breathed out.

“Yeah..” The brunette agreed.

Dream’s lips ghosted into a smile, unable to contain the joy he was feeling after what had happened. Yearning for the man in his arms for the past week made everything all the more intoxicating. He didn’t know what this meant for the pair, but he didn’t care. He only wanted to dwell in the post-orgasmic bliss. 

But one thing he knew for sure, he’d never be able to live without the brunette again.

Driinn.

George’s brows furrowed, being with Dream made the world around him fade away, hearing the sound of what seemed to be a phone call cruelly pulled him back into reality. The noise echoed through his head, and after it continued ringing, he picked his head up to glare at the blonde. He hadn’t even batted an eye.

“Your phone's ringing.” George told him, after Dream didn’t move.

“Alarm.” He corrected.

George frowned, “Why do you have an alarm set?”

“To mark the end of November.” Dream replied, simply, a sigh escaping his mouth, shifting to finally turn it off.

George’s brows scrunched for a movement before he realized what that meant. A breathless giggle breathing past his lips, “So I guess we both lost No Nut November, huh?” He retorted, with a sly smile.

Dream chuckled, “Shut up.” He scoffed, the pair giggling away the night. Dream felt so fucking content, everything felt warm, and fuzzy, and now that he had George in his arms, everything just felt right . The pair felt grotty, felt sweaty and dirty but they couldn't care less.

George let his fingers gently glide across Dream’s skin, tracing circles on his exposed chest. Head leaning against Dream’s chest, body wrapped up in strong arms. Everything he ever needed was right below his fingertips, and he couldn’t help but feel giddy. Taking a glance up to his lovers eyes, he noticed the cunning grin on his lips.

“Why are you smiling?” He asked him, a small smile of his own growing against his lips.

“It’s December now.” He told him, matter-of-factly. 

“No way.” George retorted without missing a beat, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

Dream rolled his eyes, lips pulling into a curve, “You know what December means.”

George did not know what that meant. He stared up at the blonde, blankly.

Dream smirked, maliciously,  “Destroy Dick December.”

“Destroy Dick December?” George repeated in slight disbelief, lifting his head off of Dream’s chest to look up at the blonde. “What the hell does that mean?”

Dream grinned, a devious, malevolent, sadistic grin, “You’re about to fucking find out.” He said, before devouring George all over again.