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“I'm bored .” Karl cries out right next to Sapnap, dragging out the vowels in the last word and slumping right on top of him to punctuate his complaint.
“Then find something to do, smart ass.” Punz replies, unaffected by Karl's whining where he sits on the other side of Sapnap's.
“Why should I have to find something to do? I'm not the host am I?” He replies, and without looking at him Sapnap can tell he's receiving an accusatory look from gray-blue eyes, along with his two best friends sitting on the couch across. “What kind of party is this if there's nothing to do?”
“To be fair, this isn't our party,” Dream interjects from where he sits, confirming Sapnap’s suspicions that they’ve all been responsibilized for Karl’s boredom. “It’s Punz’s.”
“But it’s your house.” Karl doesn’t let down on his accusation.
“Only because Foolish and Punz’s apartment can barely fit the two of them and smart-ass Punz over here decided to invite half the fucking college.” Sapnap jumps in to defend himself and his friends.
“Oh, shut up you bitch, you three agreed to let me borrow your house for this.” Punz pushes his arm, almost making Karl fall to the floor and earning another shove back. “And I didn’t invite that many people.”
“You may have not, but you said they could bring whoever, so.”
“You seem to be the only one bored, Karl.” George comments, moving his hand in a general motion, signaling to the rest of the people accompanying them in the living room, mostly strangers, clearly anything but bored.
“That’s because they’re doing stuff, we’re not, we’re just sitting here.”
“What do you want to do, then?” Dream asks, arching an eyebrow.
“Let’s play a game!” And it’s as if Karl had been waiting this whole time to be asked that exact question. Sapnap wouldn’t be surprised if his whole show of being bored had been for this moment alone.
George snorts, maybe having the same thought as Sapnap. “What game do you want to play?”
“Let’s play…” He seems to be thinking seriously about it, and it makes Sapnap laugh under his breath as Karl scans the room for ideas. “Seven minutes in heaven.”
Not a surprise that he had only come up with that, considering the amount of people making out with overly stray hands around the room. “What are we, horny teenagers?” Punz scoffs.
“Definitely not teenagers anymore.” Sapnap says, but doesn't elaborate. He doesn't think he needs to for his point to get across though, if the look Punz gives him is anything to go by.
“Punz is right, though, that’s such a teenagers game.” Dream speaks, sounding like he can't even start to fathom the idea of doing such a thing.
“But it’s fun, isn’t it?” Karl doesn’t pay mind to the complaints, looking for a bottle already as if there’s no doubt that they’ll agree, at least eventually.
Karl can be very persuasive, Sapnap knows.
“Yeah, if anything even happens, because otherwise you’re just awkwardly trapped for seven minutes with some dude,” Punz replies, rolling his eyes. “And that’s a game you play when there’s people with tension within the group, right?”
“Are you suggesting that no one has tension in this group?” Karl looks at him, his eyes neutral but piercing.
“I mean- No?”
Karl only giggles. “Are you sure about that?”
Punz squirms slightly in his place, as if Karl had just caught him red-handed. “Yes?”
Karl’s smile only turns mischievous, like the cat who got the cream, and waving his bottle towards the carpet between the couches. “Get on the circle, Punz.”
And that picks their attention, so they don’t complain anymore. Moving the coffee table out of the way and pushing the couches back to make more space, they sit in a very nostalgic type of circle, and while Sapnap expected it to be only the five of them, as much as that would take away from the game, their actions caught the attention of some people around them, and the circle ended up bigger than they expected, with added strangers and acquaintances who were not contemplated initially but were excited to participate anyways.
The bottle spinned without further ado, once, twice, and he saw a guy and a girl he’s never even seen being the first pair selected to go into the closet. Dream leads them to it, to the small room in the hallway that Sapnap knows by heart, and comes back on his own.
Karl is the one to put on a timer for them, and in the meanwhile, the rest of them go back to drinking and talking. Some of them are kind enough to get up and offer to bring back some beers, so Sapnap gets what must be his fourth beer tonight and starts drinking in small sips, nursing it because he, Dream and George agreed to not get totally wasted tonight so they could keep an eye on what’s going on and prevent some form of tragedy happening in their house.
As Sapnap talks with Punz and Karl, the atmosphere is mostly calm, at least for all of the three minutes it takes some small group of friends in the circle to suggest that they keep spinning the bottle and make kissing pairs while they wait, an idea supported by the majority of the group, and so they get back to spinning.
When the timer goes off and the first pair are pulled out from the closet, the visible evidence of macking between them makes the circle cheer and whistle and get even more excited to continue.
They go on, and pair after pair go into the closet, at some point Dream relieves the task of leading them to the closet to Karl. Sapnap sees how, by some kind of stroke of luck, Punz ends up paired with Foolish to get their own seven minutes. He doesn’t miss the way his cheeks flare when the bottle points at him after it pointed at Foolish, nor the opportunity to tease him about it. As they get their own privacy, even Karl himself gets lucky when he gets paired with not one, but two persons to kiss in the meanwhile.
It’s entertaining, to some degree. Sapnap feels himself entertained with what happens whenever a new pair runs out of time. Some come out looking so disheveled there’s no way to hide what they did, some others seem to be less intense, and of course, there’s others who only seem to have had a nice chat. It’s interesting to see the result of each round.
He doesn’t feel like this is particularly fun, however. Only sitting in a circle as he waits and waits for… what, he doesn’t know. His turn, perhaps. Or maybe even getting the chance to kiss someone as he waits for Punz to come out so he can tease him some more. Something more entertaining than watching other people have fun while he nurses his second beer since they sat down, at least.
Karl calls his name by his side, loud, and when he turns around he has the impression that it’s not the first time he’s called him, if his look is anything to go by.
“What?”
Karl points at the bottle, that’s pointing at him, and then his finger moves over to point at a girl to his right. She’s pretty, Sapnap can tell, with pretty, long brunette hair and green eyes. He’s never seen her before. She’s looking at him, though, expectant as she fidgets with a strand of her hair.
“You have to kiss her.”
“ What? ” He’s caught off guard, looking at Karl with confusion.
“You have to kiss her, the bottle is pointing at you.” Karl explains, motioning with his hand for him to go ahead.
“I– I don’t–” He stutters, cheeks lightening slightly.
Immediately, the people around him start encouraging him– or booing, in some meaner cases. He can hear someone tell him to go ahead, another to not waste the opportunity, someone even tells him to ‘not be a pussy, bro’ , and for a few seconds he can only stare at the girl, unmoving. She only looks back, not making a move either but neither breaking eye contact, rather holding it quite intensely, as if daring him to reject her.
Sapnap doesn’t particularly want to kiss her, but peer pressure and her pinning green eyes can be a lot to handle for a man who’s already tipsy and just the slightest bit socially awkward.
Finally, he only sighs, murmurs a ‘whatever’ and stands to move towards her. The crowd cheers again at his decision, and the girl bites her lip. Sapnap can’t really tell if she is trying to be seductive or if she’s just nervous or excited. He doesn’t really care, either.
Kneeling in front of her, he looks at her eyes for a moment before leaning forward. She imitates him, inching close their faces and closing their eyes until Sapnap can feel the brush of her lips on his, and then she pushes forward the last inch and presses her lips on his, firm and confident, and the people around get loud again.
He only meant it to be a short thing, not quite a peck but not longer than needed, either. She, however, seemed to have other plans, for she grips at the neck of his shirt and holds him there as she starts moving her lips, not giving him the chance to pull away just yet.
Sapnap decides to indulge her for a moment, not wanting to be rude by rejecting her attempts cruelly and dryly despite his disinterest. He reciprocates the movement, hearing as the cheering gets quite a bit louder. He wonders if they’ve been cheering this loud every time someone kissed and he just had really not been paying attention or if for some reason they’re being louder now.
For a moment he gets lost in the movement, in the dragging of their lips that’s just slightly off-rhythm with the music booming around them. It’d be nice if he hadn’t been peer pressured into doing this, if it hadn’t been practically forced on him.
It’d be even nicer if this was even one of the people he would like to kiss.
When he starts feeling her attempting to escalate, running her tongue over his bottom lip, he finally pulls away, not wanting to go any further and not caring about how she tried to keep him there by the grip she still had on him. Thankfully, she’s smart enough to get where Sapnap is drawing the line, or at least considerate enough to let him go, and he stands again to walk back over to his place.
Sitting back down, some people pat his back and congratulate him– for what, Sapnap doesn’t quite know, but he thanks them anyway.
“You really didn’t shy away, did you?” Karl giggles by his side, making him look at him in confusion. “I hope you enjoyed that, Sap. Doesn’t look like you’ll have another chance to do something like that.”
“What? What are you talking about?” Karl only shakes his head, not saying any more as he giggles again.
Sapnap sees how Karl isn’t looking at him as he speaks, and before he pulls his gaze away, Sapnap follows the direction Karl’s eyes are looking at, and freezes when his eyes find two other pairs, one emerald green and another deep brown. His two best friends, in the spot right across from him, are looking at him, gazes unwavering as they practically eat him alive, hungry and almost… possessive.
It sends a violent shudder down his spine.
A minute later, Karl stands up to go and bring Punz and Foolish. When they come out, Sapnap must recognize they've been one of the pairs that left the closet quite presentable. However, when Punz sits down beside him, Sapnap can tell that it's a barely successful effort. With the way that Foolish's strong cologne is so remarkably clinging to Punz, how his cheeks still hold a slight pink tint to them, his clothes are slightly ruffled and, overall, how his lips seem to be almost red and puffy. Sapnap doesn't need to look over to know Foolish is in a similar state.
“Had some fun, I see.”
“You shut the fuck up.” Punz snaps at him, and how his words are more embarrassed than angry at getting caught makes Sapnap laugh almost obnoxiously, especially when Karl turns to tease him, too.
They keep going, and although it's not thing different from how it has been until now, Sapnap doesn't feel bored anymore. Instead, he feels slightly on edge, like waiting for something and the moment it'll happen.
He's not so sure what is causing such a feeling in him. He's barely been keeping himself interested enough until now to not start nodding off right where he sits, so this new, sudden feeling of anticipation and expectation is something slightly unsettling. Maybe it was the kiss, the feeling of having to kiss someone he doesn’t know with such a huge audience watching them that made him feel all fidgety.
But he knows it’s not that, not anymore, at least. It feels safer to assume instead that the intense stares that still haven't left his figure have something, if not all, to do with it. Without turning to look, those stares have such an intense effect on him, making goosebumps appear in his arms and his hairs stand on end and shake as if he's catched one of the worst colds of his life. It's exhilarating as much as slightly scary.
It makes his thoughts inevitably wander. He thinks about the girl he kissed, and if that was the cause of being so suddenly under the spotlight for his best friends or if it’s because of something else entirely. It makes him think about what it must’ve looked like from an outsider point of view, to see Sapnap kissing and being held in place by a girl they don’t even know.
He wonders, then, what they thought when seeing it happen. He doesn’t think they were particularly happy for him for finally getting some action, judging by the looks they sent them afterwards. Then, that’d mean they were upset about it. Could it be that they were jealous? If so, the next question is: Who were they jealous of?
The logical answer would be that they were jealous of Sapnap. That girl, whatever her name is, is admittedly pretty, objectively attractive. He can imagine at least half the people in the circle wouldn’t mind having to kiss her like Sapnap did, maybe they even would’ve been willing to go where she wanted to, unlike him. It’d be no surprise if George and Dream were part of those people, and that as a result they’re jealous of him for getting the chance to kiss her and upset because he wasted it.
But the way they were looking at him leaves him thinking it’s not that. They didn’t look like they were complaining about his lack of decision and willingness to kiss her further. Their eyes didn’t reflect that of someone asking their friend ‘why didn’t you just go for it?’ . Instead, Sapnap thinks if there was any question in their eyes, it’d be more like an accusation.
‘Why would you kiss her?’
Maybe he’s looking too deep into it, but it feels like they were jealous of her . For being paired with Sapnap, for getting him to go for it, for getting to kiss him .
It makes him imagine what would happen if instead of having to kiss her he’d have to kiss one of them. If they’d try to get good into it like she tried, if they’d be jealous of each other or if they wouldn’t mind because it’s them. Just them , like it’s always been.
Sapnap thinks he wouldn’t mind if they kissed each other, too.
His mind feels like it’s flying far away, with images of possibilities and fantasies that sound like something almost impossible, but he doesn’t feel like they are. A brief glance to the other two is proof enough, and Sapnap finds, not for the first time in their entire friendship, that he wants them. Both of them.
And maybe they want him back.
Punz looks at him with an arched eyebrow when he shudders for the thousandth time. Looking at him up and down in search of something that might explain his behavior. Sapnap doesn't quite know if he wants him to turn and look at Dream and George or if he wants him to never notice.
“What's it with you? Are you getting sick?” He asks, reaching out to touch his forehead.
“I'm fine.”
“You sure? You're shaking like crazy, and you are so fidgety. Are you uncomfortable?”
“I wouldn't call it uncomfortable,” Karl interrupts, making them both turn towards him. “I think 'excited' is much more fitting.”
“Excited?” Punz asks, clearly confused. From his place, Sapnap can't bring himself to try and correct Karl when he's right. To some degree, at least. “What would he be excited about?”
“'Dunno, maybe the fact that he just kissed a girl and he might get another chance with someone else,” Karl starts, shrugging in nonchalance, and speaks up right before Punz can ask Sapnap about the details of said kiss. “Or maybe, it could be about what might happen later.”
“And what might happen later?” Punz starts to sound annoyed at so much secrecy, so Karl finally complies and points in front of them. Punz follows his finger, Sapnap knows exactly what he finds, and that's enough to make him understand.
“Holy shit.” Punz gasps, and while his reaction is much different from Sapnap's when he undoubtedly makes eye contact with the other two, it's enough of a reassurance to let Sapnap know that he's, in fact, not exaggerating with his own responses. “Now I get it. Good luck then, buddy.”
Punz pats him in the back, much like the other people did when he kissed that girl. It makes him gape at Punz, almost offended at how quickly he dismissed what was happening – or is going to – when he feels like he’s getting caught in a spider web.
Karl steps up and goes to retrieve the people in the closet again as soon as his timer goes off. He comes back with two girls, so unashamedly holding hands even though Sapnap is sure they weren’t that close before going in. They show no other signs of anything else that might’ve happened in there, nothing like the other people that have even been caught with lesser clothes than what they had originally. Still, Sapnap is sure something did happen, although maybe not of the sexual aspect, because they don’t even bother to sit back down in the circle and instead head straight for the exit.
He’s kind of jealous of them.
Karl does sit back down and the bottle spins again. For the first time in a while, Sapnap actually pays attention to it, not really wanting to get stuck in his head again, staring intently as it spins so rapidly and slides slightly over the carpet. When it stops, he follows the direction of the neck of the bottle.
It’s pointing at George.
Far less surprising than the revelation was, is to find George’s eyes already staring at him. If Sapnap is right in his suspicions, he and Dream have been staring at him for the best part of the past half an hour, however, one would think that his eyes would move once the bottle settles on him.
But there’s still something interesting about his stare, and it’s to see that rather than the hungry feeling that Sapnap saw earlier, he now looks… hopeful , impatient, and ridiculously determined.
Mostly out of instinct, his eyes drift to the side so he can see Dream. He's even less surprised to find him staring, too. Sapnap looks into his eyes, takes the time to pick apart the feelings behind his emerald orbs, and finds a seemingly deep-seeded conflict. He finds hopefulness, too, but also frustration and jealousy.
He wonders, then, if those emotions are directed at him, or because of him. Maybe Dream is frustrated because George's desiring stare isn't directed at him, but at Sapnap, and he's jealous that he's got brown eyes on him. Maybe he's hopeful, because he can still be chosen as the person to go in with George.
Or maybe, it's nothing like that. Maybe Dream is hopeful that Sapnap will be chosen, just like George, and jealous that he won't be in there with them.
Hopefully.
Still, Sapnap's thoughts can't stop running rampant as he stares more and more into Dream's eyes, and he finds himself wishing to be chest to chest with him so he can look deeper into them. So much for not getting stuck in his own head.
Someone reaches for the bottle again, and they send it to a quick, uncontrolled spinning motion. Sapnap rips his eyes away from Dream's in order to follow the bottle once again, anticipation building in him as soon as it's set to motion.
Maybe it’s his own mind playing tricks, but Sapnap could swear that the bottle has much more power this time around, that it’s spinning faster than before and that it’ll take longer to stop. Logically, he knows it couldn’t possibly take it more than ten seconds to stop, not with the carpet slowing it down so roughly, but it still feels like an eternity.
It starts slowing down, painfully slowly, and Sapnap finds mixed feelings in his chest. He feels the desire for it to stop on him , his stomach doing somersaults everytime it gets closer and passes him, and yet, as the bottle passes over Dream and George his stomach has the same kind of reaction. For a brief second he wonders what would happen if it stops on him, what would happen once he's alone with George. In a perfect world, Sapnap sees a – not so – surprising ideal scenery in which George pushes him against the door as soon as they're in and does– what , is hard to decide. Kiss him, maybe, take what he wants from Sapnap until they're both left breathless. Maybe he'd cage him in and tease him endlessly. Maybe he'd let Sapnap take control– as much as that sounds absurd.
And what would happen, if Dream is the one chosen? What would they do if they got their own privacy? The thoughts of every possibility are unleashed, then, and his mind is flooded with images of both George pinning Dream against a wall and the other way around. His mind presents him in silver platter images of his friends being intimate and taking liberties with each other they wouldn't take in a public place like this. It feels kind of wrong to think of them like this, without them knowing. But god , how it makes his heart race and blood run south, too.
But he circle is so much bigger now than what it was at the beginning of this, and knowing that the odds of either Dream or him getting chosen are so much slimmer now feels like torture. It's then that he wishes for the bottle to land on either of them, with every fiber of his body, he wills it to stop every time it goes over him or the blond. He doesn’t care which, just one of them is good enough.
His throat tightens when the neck of the bottle slowly slides past Dream, with not nearly enough power to go around and back to him again and making Sapnap's chest fill with nervousness as it moves over other people and comes closer. Slow, torturing.
And then, the bottle stops on him.
The breath he was unconsciously holding is released, and he stops breathing again for a split second at the mess of emotions that are swirling inside him. Excitement, surprise, wonder, joy, nervousness, expectation.
What he finds in George’s eyes is nothing short of what he himself feels. And then, looking back at Dream, he can tell how his frustration has grown, but it seems to be overcome with desire.
Keeping eye contact with him, Dream leans to the side to whisper something to George's ear. Sapnap feels overly curious about what he says, as it only makes George's gaze darken even further before he nods and murmurs something back.
Karl gets up, despite knowing that they don’t need him to show them where the closet is in their own house, and he sees George follow him without hesitation. Sapnap doesn’t hesitate, either, he gives his almost finished beer to Punz before moving, but his legs slow him down from where they’ve become numb. From sitting cross-legged so long or the emerald eyes that stay still pinned to him even as he starts walking away, he’s not so sure.
Sapnap walks just slightly behind George, feeling his skin heat up with anticipation and fueled by the silence that reigns over them despite the loudness of the music and the people partying. He’s almost sure that there’s also tension there, one twice as heavy as the one back in the circle, but none of them acknowledge it as they walk down the hall and past the people there.
Karl opens the door and makes a big show of it, bowing and almost bending in half as George enters and making him laugh. Sapnap goes in next, and just before he can get completely inside, Karl pulls at his hoodie to get his attention.
With a hand on the knob and the door already half-closed, Karl winks at him and smiles. “You can thank me later.”
With the door closing and locking came an almost total darkness, the only illumination being the small ray of light that makes its way in there from the gap under the door. He doesn’t know if all the people who got in here before them spent their seven minutes in the darkness or if it was just the girls before them who had that preference and left the light off. Either way, it doesn’t bother him that much. Beyond his inability to see, it’s kind of nice, kind of calming and comforting.
Sapnap knows that there’s a perfectly functional switch and a perfectly functional bulb in this closet, but he just can’t bring himself to turn it on. Instead, he waits for his eyes to adjust to the darkness and turns around, barely able to make out George’s figure sitting on the floor against the wall and next to the boxes and random things they save in there.
George doesn’t complain about the scarce light, either, so Sapnap goes to sit against the other wall, not directly in front of George but almost. The closet isn’t particularly small but neither big, and although the boxes occupy a good amount of space, the available places are just big enough to fit the both of them sitting with their legs crossed, with only the occasional brush of their knees.
Silence reigns in the room, and Sapnap can hear the boom of a bass playing outside and the muffled cheering from what he thinks must be the circle in the living room. For a while, he forgot that there were in fact more people in this party than the ones forming that circle, but the chattering and footsteps that pass just outside the door – aside from the people he saw in the hall – reminds him of it.
After what felt like hours but he knows were just seconds, he starts picking at his fingers, feeling nervous at the odd silence around them. Needless to say, this is not at all what he was expecting when he was paired with George. The last thing he expected was to sit in silence with him like they do every other day without needing to be locked up in an awkwardly closed space. There's no kissing, no cornering, no George taking what he wants from him.
Then again, he doesn’t know what George wants from him, if he even wants anything. His fantasies were but a result of speculations based on what he saw in George’s eyes minutes ago, fueled by what he saw in Dream's, and without anything solid to support his conclusions. Maybe he read it all wrong, maybe what he thought he saw was his mind understanding only what it wanted to understand from a completely normal gaze, and maybe, just maybe, he let himself fly too high with what he wanted and from who he wanted it.
“What did Karl say to you?”
George’s tone is completely neutral, nothing different from the way he talks to Sapnap every other day, and for a moment it only helps to Sapnap’s thoughts about how he read it all wrong, but it makes him feel slightly better to have George talk to him. “He said I could thank him later.”
“Thank him?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“‘Dunno.”
“Huh.” Sapnap is pretty sure he hears George call him something unclear under his breath, but he doesn’t pay it much attention.
They fall back into silence, and Sapnap’s picking only increases. He knows that if they had any better lightning right now, George would be telling him to stop and swatting at his hands, because that’s just what George does, but Sapnap had decided to keep the light off. Maybe if it was on George would've noticed his picking and grabbed his hands to pull them apart like he does sometimes, and maybe that would've been a good excuse to start something , like throwing light-hearted insults at each other or maybe something else, anything that isn't this silence that is putting Sapnap on edge. They will never find out now though.
Opening his mouth to attempt and initiate a conversation, he falls short when George speaks before him. “So, you got lucky tonight. You kissed a girl.”
It’s like an electric shock washes over him in waves. He didn’t expect George to bring that kiss up, despite his assumptions about George's thoughts on the situation and especially not after starting to think that he assumed wrong, and while his voice is nothing different from his previous question, it makes Sapnap’s previous jumble of feelings come back like a whip.
“Yeah, I guess I did.”
“How was it?” It’s strange for George to start pushing for details, especially in this situation, but Sapnap can only answer every question.
“It was– Good, I guess. Not the worst kiss I’ve ever had.”
“Hm, I could tell,” Sapnap frowns, not quite knowing what George meant by that but neither having the chance to ask. “So she was good?”
“Yeah, I think, not like we made out or anything.” He chuckles, and it sounds strained, forced. Maybe it kind of was with how nervousness starts clawing at his chest and throat, closing it.
“And did you want to?”
A small, choked sound comes out of him, his breath catching in his chest yet again, his hands stop picking at his cuticles, and he wonders. Sapnap knows that no, he strangely and uncharacteristically of him did not want to make out with that girl, despite how cute and willing she was and how he'd normally never pass on the opportunity to make out with someone attractive, it just didn’t appeal to him.
His first instinct is to be honest, because he doesn't see a reason to hide the truth or straight up lie. But then, what if he said that he did? What ever did George want to get from asking him that? How was it even relevant? George has never been one to pry into Sapnap’s personal life, romantical and sexual partners included, so to say this was out of the ordinary was an understatement, and to know what is driving George to act like this feels like an impossible task.
It only leads him back to his previous conclusions, and Sapnap finds that he still wants to find out.
“So what if I did?” He asks with the best thing similar to a defiant tone he can muster right now, although he thinks it comes out more nervous than anything.
George stays silent, and Sapnap regrets not turning on the lights once again because he hates that he can't see his expression, hates that he can't even start to imagine what George must be thinking or feeling right now, what his answer incites in him. He tries to keep his breath slow and steady to not give away what he himself is feeling, to not let it show how much he is anticipating George's reaction. He tries to show himself as composed as George is right now.
Then George chuckles, low and dark, and Sapnap doesn't think he can keep his facade on for long, not with how that sound alone makes his stomach churn violently and pulls at something deep within him. He stops himself from shifting restlessly and pick at his cuticles again because of what George causes in him, just barely, before he hears George move in his place.
Sapnap expected him to only move to a more comfortable position and leave it at that, perhaps even try and change the topic, something that is quite common in George when he doesn't have an answer he considers appropriate or when he gets bored of a topic. However, George catches him off guard once again when he gets on his knees and closes the minimal space between him and Sapnap, ending up right in front of him, hovering above.
Sapnap looks up to where he can guess George's eyes are, not daring to say another word, only anticipating what comes next as his heart starts thumping violently in his chest.
Entranced in George's eyes, he doesn't notice the hand moving to his face until it makes contact with his chin, fingers attaching to it and holding him in place. His breath hitches, and George's figure comes slightly closer, only a couple of inches, but the way that movement alone makes the air around them shift has Sapnap taking in a strained, shaky breath.
George's other hand moves to rest against the wall, caging Sapnap in and depriving him from escape routes. Not like he planned on escaping, anyway, but it's like the cherry on top to all of George's previous actions, and with that he's got Sapnap in the palm of his hand, every single hesitation he had until now tossed aside and forgotten.
“You don’t answer one question with another,” George speaks, with a low tone so uncharacteristic of him, but god does it have Sapnap melting in his place. “Did you want to make out with her, Sapnap?”
His tone gets Sapnap weak in the knees despite being sat on the floor and against the wall, and as he makes his defenses come down with a single question he doesn't leave Sapnap another option but to answer, truthfully and instantly. “No, I didn’t.”
Barely, he sees the smallest portion of George's teeth appear in the dark as he undoubtedly smirks, satisfied and, Sapnap could bet, smug. Any other occasion, he would've tried to wipe off that smile from his face, piss him off so he doesn't feel like he has the upper hand against Sapnap. Right now, he can only wish he could see him better. See how, for once, George's expression matches his thoughts of him having all the control over Sapnap.
“That's what I thought.” George does sound smug, annoyingly so, but Sapnap still can't bring himself to care. It actually makes his stomach churn once again, and it sends sparks down his spine that are hard to ignore. “What is it that you want, then?”
Sapnap knows this isn't about that girl anymore. No, George is asking him what he wants, right now, in that very moment, locked in together and with a privacy they couldn't have gotten in any other situation. George is asking him what being at his mercy and completely under his control makes Sapnap want, what his actions ignite within him.
Sapnap thinks the question isn't what he wants, but rather, what does he want first ?
“What do I want?” He asks back, a way to earn time as he sorts out the thoughts flying around in his half-mush of a brain. It's hard, when George runs a thumb over his bottom lip oh so slowly, never breaking eye contact. It doesn't help him to think rationally in the slightest.
“Yes. What do you want, baby?”
Maybe, it was the pet name that did it, or maybe it was seeing George lick his own lips in the same breath that he called Sapnap that. Perhaps Sapnap realized that George really isn't asking him to think rationally before he answers, and instead he's just encouraging him to answer honestly. The only thing that matters, though, is that he decides to just go for it.
“Kiss me.” He exhales, so low it was barely a whisper but still so loud and clear between them, his hand reaching up to hold onto George's shirt. “Please.”
George's smirk only widens, and Sapnap can guess that was what he was waiting to hear all this time. Everything he did, just to get Sapnap to ask to kiss him.
He doesn't bother replying anymore, he just pulls Sapnap in with the grip he keeps on his chin, tilting his head up as his face comes down until Sapnap can feel his lips on George's. The briefest contact makes his stomach flip and do some more somersaults, and the sparks down his spine only became more apparent, stronger. All of it, and George has barely pressed their lips together.
Unlike his kiss with the girl, Sapnap does want this to go further. George had asked him what he wanted, and he's decided that he wants anything and everything George will let him have. He wants this kiss to escalate and escalate until they are in need of doing more than just kissing to satiate their desires, until Sapnap is so desperate to have more of his friend that he can't decide what to ask for first. So he starts moving his lips, hoping and praying for George to indulge him and for once accept what Sapnap asks for without complaint.
When George does, Sapnap’s hand tightens on his shirt and pulls slightly. He feels in heaven, like floating and lying on a cloud, and maybe, just maybe, he could die happy right here and right now.
Not knowing how much this will last, although hoping this isn't the only thing he gets from George tonight, he makes sure to enjoy it, to enjoy and remember by heart what George's lips on his feel like; he focuses on the similarities and differences with every single time he’s daydreamed of doing exactly this. He pays attention to the details, to how George's lips are thin but plush and the taste of them, something that reminds him vaguely of a lip balm, but overall, he focuses on how well George's lips fit with his.
Then George pulls away, abruptly, not going too far but enough to make Sapnap hum pitifully, not even bothering to try and hold it back. He only knows that it was not enough, that he wants more and more until his lips are raw from kissing George and then some. He pulls on George's shirt again, hoping for it to be enough to make him go back to kissing Sapnap.
“What is it, baby?” George's thumb moves to caress Sapnap's chin, only making him fall deeper into his pit of desire.
“George, please,” He almost whines, still trying to pull him closer. “Kiss me, please .”
“Did I not just kiss you?” The faked ingenuity in his voice only makes Sapnap feel frustrated at the game George is playing. “Are you being greedy, Sapnap?”
“Yes, yes I am. Please kiss me again, George, I'll do anything, just please.”
George's tongue comes out to wet his lower lip, and Sapnap follows the movement with attentive eyes. He wants to go for it himself, but George's mere presence keeps him in line, so confident that he's got the last call on this that Sapnap doesn't really feel like proving him wrong.
“You'll do anything, you say.” Sapnap nods, sharp and desperate. “Do you even know what you're saying?”
Sapnap knows. He doesn't hesitate in saying he'll do anything because he will , be it begging for it some more or whatever George's pretty little head can come up with, he'll do it, and he won't think twice about it. Whatever George could want from him right now, he'll comply. Because it's George , and he knows nothing bad could ever happen, he knows he can trust him because he won't ever force Sapnap to do something that crosses his boundaries. He's safe with him, and he believes that fact whole-heartedly.
“I do.” He replies, firm and without a single doubt in his voice. “I'll do literally anything you want.”
“And if I asked you to beg?” George challenges. Sapnap, despite the darkness, can picture perfectly his expression: his left eyebrow raised in a defined arc, an incredulous look on his face as if Sapnap is saying something unbelievable, as if he knows that his question will make him back up. “What if I asked you to do something… humiliating?”
At his words, Sapnap swallows hard. He can't say hearing that doesn't make him think twice, he's never been a big fan of being put to shame, especially not in front of his friends.
But then again, this is George. George, who despite thinking pissing Sapnap off is a hobby, is still his best friend. George, who makes him feel dumb and ridiculous at every chance he gets but is always so careful to not cross any lines with him. This is his best friend, one of the few people who knows where his boundaries start and end as well as he knows his own.
And then again… the idea of being humiliated by George in this situation isn't so unappealing as it should be.
“Then I'll do it,” Sapnap doesn't let his voice waver, the only thing giving his nervousness away being the slight shake to his form. “Because it's you, George.”
It's easy to say his words were spot-on, because he can tell how they ignited something in his friend, or maybe broke a self-imposed restraint in him, if the sudden tightening of his grip on Sapnap's chin is anything to go by. Sapnap feels proud as much as nervous. George is but a box of surprises right now, and he just left the lid wide open. He can't handle the anticipation to know what will be the next surprise.
“Such a pretty, whiny slut, aren't you?” His words are harsh, although his voice is like velvet for his ears. It's a delicious whiplash from his previous condescending, calm tone, one that sends even more electricity down Sapnap's spine and blood between his legs. “Begging and whining for only a kiss, telling me you'll do literally anything. Who would've said you could be so needy?”
Sapnap is ready to keep begging, to use whatever he has to make George understand that yes, he is needy and he wants him so bad . But it's not necessary, at the end, as George captures his lips once again, not even warning him before he goes for it.
Sapnap's kissed numerous people before, both past partners and complete strangers, and he's met some pretty skilled kissers, the kind that leave you out of breath after mere seconds and that are able to make you melt with nothing but their mouth.
Now, George's ability isn't particularly remarkable. Sure, Sapnap can tell that he does know what he's doing with how confidently and expertly his lips and tongue guide Sapnap's, but there's not much science behind it, not like some other people he's kissed and that seemed to want to use every trick in the book in one single kiss. No, in comparison, George is way more on the basic side of things.
And yet .
There's something in the way that George kisses him that has Sapnap weak in the knees, even before any of them tries to add their tongues into the equation. Not only he's being kissed with overflowing confidence, not a single hint of hesitancy in his movements, it's as if George has kissed him a million times before and knows his buttons perfectly, when to tease and bite his bottom lip and when to force him to slow down and speed up to have him keening and needy for more
It feels as if George knows and is confident that this is the best kiss Sapnap has and will ever have in his entire life. There's not much Sapnap has to try and contradict him, nor the need for it.
George is being so rough in this, nothing like their previous kiss. Where that one had been slow and deliberate, sweet even, this one is hungry and demanding, and it takes Sapnap's breath away in the best of ways.
He loves it. Just like he thought he would.
It's kind of hard with how hot he starts feeling, but he keeps up as best as he can, trying not to stay behind in the rhythm even when he's thrown off when George’s tongue slides over his lips and gets into his mouth. He squirms under George, the feeling of his tongue exploring Sapnap’s mouth making him feel things he never thought he could, the mere sensation of George´s tongue brushing his own and behind his teeth making him twitch in his pants and whine into the kiss.
Both his hands end up grasping at George’s shirt, and he desperately lets them wander when the need for more comes back, running over George’s waist and hips and wanting but stopping himself from sliding them under the fabric, despite how much he wants to, since he doesn't know how far George is willing to go and doesn’t want to cross any invisible lines.
George doesn’t seem to mind his touching right now, however, and instead starts to reciprocate it. The hand on his chin slides down and traces a path over his neck and collarbones until it reaches his chest, where it searches until it finds his nipple and squeezes, hard but muffled by the fabric, and he keens loudly.
A dark chuckle from George cuts the kiss for only a second, just long enough to let Sapnap know how much he’s enjoying this, too. George makes sure to play with his nipples long enough until they get hard and Sapnap is left so desperate he starts pulling at George by the elastic of his sweats. He feels George start to lower his hand again after a while, and then his hand comes to rest over the growing bulge in Sapnap’s pants, slowly and firmly palming at him with the heel of his hand.
As needy as he is, Sapnap is glad when George pulls away and he finally gets the chance to breathe properly, not knowing how bad he needed to take a breath until he was able to. George’s lips go down and start kissing his neck, leaving wet marks where he kisses and nibbles and sucks. Sapnap wants him to leave marks, to leave him no other choice but to use turtlenecks for days if he doesn’t want the world to know that he’s owned by George, but he simply can’t form the words to ask him so.
“Filthy slut, making me touch him while locked in a closet,” George murmurs against his neck, the vibrations running over his throat and making him whine. It's only then that his brain registers again their situation, the risk of running out of time and being exposed to not only a bunch of strangers but their friends, too. “Do you want us to get caught? Want Karl and the rest of the party to see how much of a needy bitch you are?”
Sapnap whines again, louder. Ideally, he wouldn’t want that to happen, he doesn’t think he could stand the embarrassment that would come with it nor could he show his face to the world ever again, much less in the college campus.
But with the way George says it, the possibility of being caught only adds to his desire like gasoline to a fire. Only then does he take the time to try and calculate through the fuzziness of his brain how long they've been in there, and he’s pretty sure they’re already dangerously close to the end of their time.
As if reading his mind, George goes on. “Karl said he’d give us some extra minutes, such a nice gesture, even he could tell how you wished for this so bad.” Sapnap wonders in what moment they even had the time for Karl to tell him that without him noticing, but it doesn’t seem relevant right now. George’s lips start going back up, biting his jaw and pulling at his lobe, before whispering, “It’s only a matter of time before he can’t delay it anymore and comes get us, just to find you like this. Hard and desperate for more.”
“ George. ” Sapnap pants, his hips bucking into his palm and only supporting George’s words. But he can’t help it, not when George’s voice, so seductive with his accent so heavy, sounds right beside his ear. It’s just too much for him to handle.
“You want that? Want everyone in the house to see you like this?”
Sapnap shakes his head, throwing his head back. The slight pain that came with him hitting the wall makes his head clear a bit for just one second.
“No, George. Only you. Only you and-” He stops dead in his tracks, although he can tell that his slip up was meaningful enough for George, because it makes him stop the movements of his palm and pull away to look at him. Sapnap whines in protest, but the older doesn't budge in the slightest.
“Only me and, who?” More than a question, it sounds like a demand, like George won’t settle for anything less than the pure truth and won’t stop asking until he gets his answer, and Sapnap doesn’t doubt it the smallest bit.
He didn’t mean to even imply that he wanted someone beside George to see him like this, but when his mind cleared and wandered to the rest of the party, he couldn’t stop emerald green eyes to occupy his every thought. How could he, when it had made him feel the same as George’s eyes had back in the circle? When they’d looked so hopeful and frustrated as they watched them leave on their own, leaving one of them behind? Still, he guesses he’s weak enough to the pleasure George is giving him to let it slip.
“Only me and who , Sapnap?” George demands again after the long silence, and Sapnap can’t keep it in anymore.
“Only you and– and Dream.” He rushes out, closing his eyes before he can see the smallest bit of George’s reaction.
It's not that he's afraid of it, rather he's overly nervous, and he can't even begin to imagine it. He's got the feeling that there's something going on between him and Dream. Even right now that the latter isn't with them, the way Dream had whispered something to George before they got here lingers in his mind and he can imagine it’s not something bad. But then again, it's not like 'not bad' cuts the possibilities that much.
He just hopes that he didn't ruin the mood with his admission.
At George’s silence, he lets his eyes slip open again and turns to look at him. From what he can see, George is not angry – thank the gods – in the slightest nor can he see something similar to it, if anything, Sapnap thinks that what he sees in his face is something akin to relief.
“Dream, huh?” Sapnap hadn’t noticed George’s words had been coated with a slight tension until he speaks again, and it makes his head fill with questions, although it also eases his worries. “You want him too?”
“I– Yeah, I do.” Shyly, he admits and looks away.
“Yeah?” George’s tone slips back to that silky-soft manner he had been using until now, and his hands get back on Sapnap as they slip under his shirt. “Want him to touch you like this? To make you feel good too?”
Sapnap nods, his cheeks growing warm at the resumed teasing. "I do.”
“You do what?”
“I want him to touch me.”
“Just touch you? Is that all you want, Sapnap?”
Biting his bottom lip, he groans as George keeps teasing the hem of his jeans and the rest of his stomach. “No– I–”
“Go on, tell me what you want from Dream, or you won't get anything from me.” George encourages him when he sees him hesitate, hands going up until they almost touch his nipples before coming back down.
“I want him to touch me, and kiss me,” Sapnap begins, nails digging into his own jeans, providing a grounding, muffled pain on his thighs. “I want– want him to fuck me, and I want to fuck him, too. I want to feel him in me and on me and all of him however I can.” He admits, practically desperate for it. “I want him so bad .”
This seems to satisfy the older, since his hands stop teasing his jeans and instead go to start moving up.
“That's all you had to say, baby.”
George’s hands continue to go up, up until Sapnap thinks he’ll try and pull his shirt off or he'll go back to playing with his now over-sensitive nipples, but then they retrieve and George stands from his place.
“George?” He asks, with only the slightest worry to it at such an abrupt change in pace, and watches the older go to the door and shove his hand into his pocket, a jingly sound coming from it. If Sapnap is assuming right, George brought his keys in with him– a very smart move, if you think about it.
“Are you coming with me to finish this, or will you stay there waiting for Karl to find you?” Sapnap hears as George shoves a key into the handle’s keyhole, the sound of the lock opening the next thing he hears before George opens the door just enough for a small ray of light to come in.
Sapnap gets on his feet so fast it makes him dizzy for a moment, but makes sure to follow George out of the closet.
Once outside, George only closes the door, not even bothering to lock it again, and takes Sapnap’s hand. It makes a warm feeling spread over his chest, cheeks pinkening again like it’s him holding his high school’s crush’s hand. He feels almost ridiculous.
George guides him down the hall and towards the stairs, moving around the people in it and passing them easily and quickly. It kind of makes Sapnap blush harder, to walk before so many people in his disheveled state like he’s showing it off when George is so utterly composed.
Except that, looking at him now that they’ve got a better lightning, Sapnap notices that George does, in fact, not look as composed as he makes it seem. His cheeks and the tip of his ears are red just like Sapnap’s, his lips are slightly swollen and, more than anything, there’s a bulge in his sweats where he grew half-hard while they were in the closet.
The sight takes Sapnap’s breath away, and he couldn’t be more glad that they already left the closet and more eager to make it to where George is guiding him.
They reach the second floor and George guides him to the end of the hall, where Sapnap's room is. He can see some people perched in front of his door, more than he feels comfortable with, and he frowns, wondering how he could get them away from it.
Like a blessing, George saves him the effort once again. “Get the hell out of here before I kick you out of the house.” He tells the people in front of Sapnap's door, not leaving them a single chance to argue as he stares at them with severity, unfazed despite the numerous annoyed and disbelieving looks he receives.
Grumbling under their breath, they do leave, and those closer to the door are smart enough to move away some more in an attempt to avoid trouble.
At such a show of authority, Sapnap's desire for George skyrockets.
“Well, are you going to open the door?”
George's question snaps him out of his thoughts, and he remembers that he decided at the beginning of the night to keep his door locked to keep any horny people from getting into his room in a search for privacy.
Sapnap hadn't imagined that he'd be one of those horny people.
He pulls his key out of his pocket and opens the door, coming in and leaving it open for George to follow. Sapnap walks to his bed, hearing George close the door behind him.
For a moment, Sapnap feels like a teenager about to have his first time with someone as he moves around the room awkwardly, not quite knowing what to do despite this being his own room and the person he's in it with his best friend, and despite having imagined how this exact situation would go a thousand times before. It's ridiculous. He leaves his key in the drawer of his bedside table and the rest of his belongings on top of it, and hears for a sign of what George is doing. Sapnap thinks he hears typing from his phone, but the background music just won't let him hear clearly.
When he turns around he finds that George has already come close to him, so close that Sapnap's breath hitches when he feels George's breath all over his face. Just now he notices how it smells like a weird mix between beer and the lip balm he had tasted before. He knows George had not had a single drink in the entire night, claiming that the beer Foolish bought was ‘absolute dogshit’ and instead drinking only water and maybe some soda, so that smell of beer must be nothing but the remnants of what George must've tasted in Sapnap's mouth when they were making out. The idea that he's already leaving his own evidence of what they've been doing does so many things to him.
“Get on the bed, back against the headboard.”
It's a command, one that Sapnap knows George won't let him refuse, so he obeys instantly, climbing on the bed and kicking off his shoes before settling in the center of the bed, with his back against the headboard just like George told him to.
George climbs after him, just after turning on Sapnap's table lamp, dropping his weight on Sapnap's thighs as he straddles them. His hands settle on Sapnap's shoulders, George's face coming closer to go back to kissing along the column of his throat.
“Such a pretty slut for me, listens so well.” George praises him, and while Sapnap never thought that praise and degradation were part of his kinks, he thinks this is a good moment to start reconsidering. “You're such a good boy, and you know what good boys get, right?”
Sapnap can think of an answer to that, but he couldn't be sure it's the answer that George wants, so he asks instead, “What do they get?”
“They get treats. Come on, Sappy, don't tell me that little brain of yours has already become useless.” Sapnap whines, both at the prospect of getting ‘a treat’ and the slight, gentle degradation.
“So do I get a treat?” He asks instead of talking back to George practically calling him stupid.
George smiles, looking almost proud. “You do, baby, because you've been good for me.”
A shaky sigh leaves Sapnap's lips, impatient at the thought of what that treat might be. George's hands go to grab his where they were clutching at the sheets like a lifeline, prying them off with gentle fingers and moving them, allowing them to rest over his thighs.
“What if I ride you?” George's hands guide his up and down his thighs, moving them until they rest on his hips and talking like he knows that’s everything Sapnap could ever want. “Would you like that?”
Whining and squirming under him, Sapnap nods vigorously, the mere idea of it doing things to him that make him feel like he'll go crazy if it doesn't happen in the next couple of minutes. “Yes, please George. Please, please.”
George scoffs, leaving Sapnap's hands alone so his own can come up and cup Sapnap's face. “So impatient. Just wait, Sapnap, we'll get to it soon enough.”
They get back to kissing, still hungry and demanding like they did back in the closet. George's hands slide down Sapnap's torso yet again but this time they don't stop to tease him, they instead go straight down and pick at the hem of his shirt, sliding it up and pulling away so he can take it off.
The shirt is tossed and forgotten in the floor, George's eyes seemingly much more interested in eye-fucking him and taking the entire expanse of his chest in. Sapnap squirms, not uncomfortable but nervous, and squeezes George's hips.
“Look at you, so pretty.” Sapnap's grip in his hips tightens again at the praise, tensing up a bit when George's hand starts palming at him again. “And so eager, too. You're so ready for me.”
His hips move against his will, searching for more stimulation than what he's receiving right now. He can't understand how George is acting so composed and controlled right now, when he is so unfairly making Sapnap lose his mind. He'd be upset if the power imbalance didn't make his cock twitch needily.
George's hand pulls away but Sapnap doesn't complain for once, because now he gets to see George's torso as he throws away his shirt too.
Since they first met, Sapnap has been aware of how slim George is for a man his age, putting him in disadvantage when it came to roughhousing with him or Dream and in physical activities in general, and Sapnap made sure to take advantage of it whenever he could. But really, he just now actually realizes that the difference is almost ridiculous, much easier to notice now that his pale torso isn't hidden under layers of clothing one or two sizes bigger. The only thing he can do at the realization is shudder.
Because still, despite his clear size and strength advantage, George figured out in a matter of minutes how to control Sapnap completely and have him entirely at his mercy. Sapnap knows if he tried he could turn their positions around without an issue and make of this whatever he wants. But he won't, because right now he only wishes to satisfy George, to satisfy his every wish and keep being told that he's being good for him.
He loves the idea of handing over all the control to George.
When he feels George's hands undoing the button and zipper of his jeans he snaps out of his thoughts, right on time to watch him pull his jeans and boxers down enough to free his cock, watching it slap against his bare stomach once it's set free.
George's hand goes to stroke him, the stimulation feeling so relieving he sighs heavily and bucks his hips up again. It feels heavenly, after so long of nothing but kisses and teasing and palming over his clothes.
“Oh, you wanted this so bad, didn't you?” Sapnap rushes out his agreement in a desperate, quick ‘yes’ , nodding along repeatedly. “Yeah? Wanted me to touch you? To take your little cock and make you feel good like this?”
Sapnap can only speak a string of agreements and calls of George's name. He feels dumb, losing himself and becoming so desperate with so little. He also knows he just can't help it and won't even try to, because he craves to have George in every way shape and form, the sooner the better.
“What else do you want, baby?”
“ You , I need you, George.” The older hums, Sapnap takes it as an encouragement. “I want you to ride me so bad, want to touch you, want to make you feel good, too.”
A shaky breath comes from George this time. Sapnap is happy to know that he can make George react like that, too.
“Lube?”
“The back of the first drawer.” Sapnap answers instantly, not caring how urged he sounds.
“Take off your clothes, now.” George demands as he moves away, going directly to the bedside table and rummaging around the drawer Sapnap told him.
Sapnap goes to take off the rest of his clothes in a haste, fumbling with them in his rush and barely making it in time when George closes the drawer.
Throwing his pants to the floor, Sapnap catches the sight of George sliding down his own sweats and underwear, slowly revealing his long, pale legs. It's breath-taking; a mystery how George is able to look so graceful and attractive with the simplest of actions, how he can be so seductive even when he's only taking off his pants. Maybe it’s just his own adoration and love for him that makes it seem that way, but still.
“Like what you see?” George teases, climbing on the bed again and settling himself on his lap. If Sapnap had felt before an overwhelming need to touch George, it had only increased now, urging him to run his hands all over the now available expanse of skin.
And really, he's only but a man, one with a big weakness right now and nothing to stop him from falling into temptation, so his hands don't wait for even a second before caressing all of George that he can reach right now. Thighs, hips, waist, arms. Sapnap marvels himself as he maps out and silently cherishes George's body.
“You're gorgeous.” He says, breathless, and hears George choke a noise. His eyes find his face, then, and he almost melts at the blush that settled across George's cheeks. For the first time tonight, George seems to be left speechless, instead limiting himself to look straight back into Sapnap’s eyes, flustered and oh so beautiful.
Sapnap goes to kiss him again, gentler because doing it any other way feels almost wrong but still showing how much he wants this, wants George. His hands, now resting on George's ass, pull him in as Sapnap bucks his hips, his cock sliding against George's and bringing a moan out of both.
He keeps going, humping his hips as he kisses George and feeling himself increasing the rhythm once again. A discreet joy settles in his chest when George lets him lead, at least for the time being.
Pulling away, his face goes down so he can suck and kiss at George's neck, teeth grabbing and pulling at pieces of skin, his tongue lapping at the sweaty skin and leaving wet tracks down the column of his neck, over his Adam's apple and down to his collarbones.
“I want to mark you up so bad.” Sapnap whines against his neck, his fingers digging into the skin of George's ass. Vaguely, Sapnap wonders how hard he'd have to grip for it to leave finger-shaped bruises.
“Nothing's stopping you.” George replies, sounding out of breath.
“I want you to tell me.” Sapnap whispers. “Can I?”
George stays quiet for a moment, only panting as Sapnap laps over his skin, nibbling and sucking again and again but stopping himself every time right before a mark can even begin to form, and he slows down his hips to only a slow drag so he doesn’t overwhelm the older. He’s never considered himself someone possessive, never one to feel the urge to mark up a partner nearly as bad as he wants to mark George right now, but then again, he's also never been one to want to get marked up as a show of ownership. There's just multiple things that have happened tonight alone that will have him reconsidering a lot of things he thought he already knew.
“Go ahead.” George pants, once he clears up whatever was going on inside that pretty head of his, one hand coming up to hold Sapnap’s hair and pulling at it. “Mark me up, and do it well, or you won’t get to do it ever again.”
And it’s the wording, the prospect that this won’t be a one-time thing and that he’ll have the chance to have George like this again that has Sapnap whining pitifully into George’s neck. Not wanting to disappoint George, Sapnap starts marking him up, feverishly pulling at the skin with his teeth and sucking at it harshly until George pulls at his hair harder and starts writhing above him.
One after the other, Sapnap makes sure to litter the pale skin before him with future purple-red marks, biting from time to time and licking over the marks to soothe the pain of it. He doesn’t limitate himself to only George’s neck, instead going all the way down to his collarbones and over his shoulders.
The thought of the marks he’s leaving right now littering George's pale skin showing tomorrow morning, by then dark and everything but discreet, gets him to think; if the older will want to cover them up with concealer or a piece of clothing that will only drag attention to what he's hiding, if he'll regret allowing and encouraging him to go full-on marking him up. He imagines him swatting at him and bitching about how hard it'd be to even try to pass unnoticed with such a ravaged neck.
Another part of him, a more primal and selfish one, hopes that George will accept them and go about his days without caring who sees the unfathomable amount of hickies and bite marks adorning his neck like a collar, that he won't think twice about showing Sapnap's work to the entire world. He wants everyone to know who did it, and be able to call George his and the other way around.
Sapnap never knew he could be so possessive, but it's not like he's going to start complaining now.
George pulls at his hair again, rougher this time as he pulls him apart from his neck and brings him out of his head once again, moaning at the sting. George smiles, maybe thinking about the many ways he could use this new-found information in the future.
“Stay still, slut.” He commands, rising himself on his knees and forcing Sapnap to move his hands back to his hips to give him space.
Sapnap is not quite sure at what moment George started preparing himself and even less how he managed to finish so quickly, and it's kind of disappointing that he missed the show and even maybe the opportunity to play a part in it. But he really doesn’t have any complaints, not when he can already see the results of his hard work starting to take form and color and when the head of his cock finally comes into contact with George’s entrance.
Only the tip goes in, and Sapnap is already feeling himself getting lost in the sensation. George moans above him, throwing his head back as he sinks deeper. It feels so tight, toeing the line between extremely pleasurable and painful so precisely that he starts thinking that maybe George was feeling eager too and under-prepared himself just a tad bit. But yet again George managed to balance both feelings so well that Sapnap can barely stop himself from thrusting up and digging himself all the way in. The last thing he’d want is to hurt George in any way, so he stays still and waits as patiently as he can, only able to use the entirety of his self-control to not move and watch George sink every time deeper, taking more and more of him as he lets out strangled sounds and his face morphs to express the same sensations of pleasure-pain that Sapnap is feeling.
When his thighs come in contact with George’s ass he releases a breath he didn’t even know he was holding in. His legs and abdomen start trembling slightly from the effort he's putting into holding himself back in more than a way. He tries to not thrust up at the same time that he holds back his pleas and complaints, knowing that they'd be of no use right now.
On top of that, it takes everything in him to not cum on the spot.
“ Fuck , such a good boy. Feels so good inside me, fills me up so well.” If he thought before that George sounded breathless, this is a whole new level. He sounds like he has trouble even taking one proper breath in. It sends shudders down his spine. “You’re being so good, Sapnap.”
Resting his head against George’s sternum, he whines and waits, only to start rocking his hips up barely a couple minutes later, not able to be patient much longer. “Please, George. Please move– Let me move, I can’t hold back any more. I need you.”
“So fucking desperate, can’t even wait and take a praise.” As best as he can while still feeling breathless, George sneers. “Stupid needy bitch.”
Along with his words, George lifts up on his knees again. The drag of him around Sapnap has them both moaning rather loudly, acting as encouragement for each other for different goals. For George to keep going, for Sapnap to not let himself go just yet.
As George starts speeding up, Sapnap goes in again to kiss him and mark up the few splotches of skin that are yet to be painted in bruising colors. He drowns out his moans against pale skin, as George lets his own resonate in the room and into his ears.
Sapnap's self-control proves to have a limit when he starts snapping his hips up to meet George's mid-air, the previous noise of skin-to-skin contact increasing along with their moans.
Not so slowly, Sapnap feels himself getting closer and closer to not being able to hold back anymore, moaning George's name over and over as he pleads for release and moans out in pleasure. It's embarrassing how quickly he got close to his orgasm, but after so much teasing and how badly he had been wanting this the whole night long it's not that surprising. Surely he'd be more ashamed if he couldn't tell that George is getting close too, though, moving more sloppily and desperately as soon as he manages to hit his prostate and never taking a break.
When he can feel the knot in his stomach about to snap, the door to the room opens.
Panicked, Sapnap stops and holds George's hips down to keep him still, too, earning a frustrated, complaining groan from the brunet.
“You fuck , I was so close.” George almost growls, sending a glare to Sapnap, who's overly confused at George's lack of nervousness at their new guest. He knows George doesn't give a shit about what other people think about him or what he does, much unlike Sapnap, but not caring about being caught mid-fucking his best friend is a whole new level.
Although as he looks over George's shoulder to see who their intruder is, he can start guessing why he's so unbothered.
“Are you serious, George?” Dream speaks from where he's still standing in front of the door. He clicks it shut again, and locks it– the action makes him think about how he never heard George lock it when they came in in the first place, and it inevitably leads to thinking how they could've got walked in on by anyone else, at any other moment.
“You took too long. I wasn't going to wait until you finally made up your mind to come.” George replies, not taking his eyes off of Sapnap and not changing nor softening his glare. A brief thought crosses Sapnap's mind, that this glare might mean something really bad or really good for him. Maybe even both.
“I'd hoped you did, considering I was held back down there because someone decided to disappear so mysteriously.” Dream climbs onto the bed, and shuffles all the way until he's kneeling right behind George, between Sapnap's extended legs. “Do you know how much teasing and questions I had to endure when I offered to go looking for you two? They almost didn’t leave me alone, especially not our friends. Do you know how much of their shit we’ll have to deal with tomorrow?”
“L. Find a better cover-up next time, idiot. Or get better luck and be the one to get chosen in the first place.”
“Stop being rude to me,” Dream leans in closer. “You're so selfish sometimes, George.”
George huffs at that, and flushes with how close to his ear Dream had talked, smooth and whispered. The brunet finally takes his eyes off of Sapnap only to turn and send Dream a glare, too, although not nearly as irritated as the one he had been giving Sapnap.
“You call me selfish, when you're no better than me,” George murmurs as his hand comes up to rest on the side of Dream's face. Sapnap watches, entranced, as George's lips go to kiss right under Dream's ear, soft and tantalizing as he speaks, and Dream reciprocates by putting his arms around George's waist, right over where Sapnap's hands still rest on his hips, grip tight with expectation. “Do I have to remind you whose idea it was to do this in the first place?”
It seems like George has a gift of some sort to get people wrapped around his slim finger with the most minimal effort, because Dream releases a shaky, unsteady breath and goes slack at the same time that he tenses up, if that's even possible. Sapnap is confused, overly so, and this only strengthens his suspicions that they’ve got some kind of agreement or plan going on, and that leads him to having so many questions he wants answered, but he can't bring himself to even ask them when there's such a scene unfolding in front of his eyes.
“Not going to complain anymore?” George smirks, right against Dream's neck, and bites the skin right in front of him, a sharp intake of breath coming from the blond. “Remember, Dream. How you said you were so jealous, how you insisted on taking him, taking what's ours .”
Sapnap shudders, the words doing so many things to him. Were it any other person, he would've complained, he would've gotten out of there at such a show of possessive behavior and never looked back.
But this is Dream, this is George, his best friends and the people he's wanted for so long, talking about how he was theirs and how they'd planned on taking him for themselves. It makes him feel thrilled .
“ George .” Dream says, it sounds both like a plea and a warning.
“Don't you want to take him, Dream?”
The blond makes eye contact with Sapnap, making him freeze under such an intense gaze, throat closing and breathing going irregular at how Dream is immediately eye-fucking him. Despite having been totally naked for a while now, Sapnap feels more exposed than he's felt in the entire night.
“I do,” Dream's voice is ragged, making Sapnap choke back a whimper. “I want you both.”
Mouthing at Dream's neck and earlobe, George's smirk widens, letting Sapnap know that he got what he wanted, again. It's mesmerizing, to see George do what he did to him to someone else, getting to see George working and managing to make Dream do what he wants is like a gift, something that he's sure he won't ever get tired of.
“You want us?” George pulls away, his mischievous expression shifting to an almost oblivious one in an instant. It's surprising to say the least, now that it’s not being directed at him. “ How do you want us?”
Dream takes in a breath, eyes tracing over their conjoined forms, lingering where George's legs straddle Sapnap's groin and his cock stands proud, leaking precum in almost ridiculous amounts from his previous denied orgasm. Within Dream's eyes, a million ideas and possibilities pass in a flash, his expression honest as it shows how hard it is for him to settle on one.
“I want to watch you ride him,” He starts, breathing in as if the mere thought of them doing as he says takes the air out of his lungs. “And then I want to fuck him as he fucks you.”
It's then that Sapnap stops worrying about staying quiet and not breaking their little moment. They’re talking as if he's not right there with them, with his cock all the way inside George, having him on the edge yet again. A whine leaves him, making both pairs of eyes snap up to him, one hungry with desire and the other looking almost deprecating and exasperated.
“I think the slut likes that,” George's tone goes meaner as he insults him, sending shivers down his spine as he whines again, although small and low because he has some self-respect. “You should've seen him, Dream. He's been so demanding all the time, so whiny and greedy, too. I didn't even have to ask him about you, he told me himself how he wanted you too.”
Sapnap blushes and he hopes the poor lighting hides some of it, because his face feels too hot with embarrassment for his liking. While it's true that he's been needy to levels he's never been before, and that he admitted to wanting Dream to touch him too when George was palming him through his pants, the way that George says it makes him want the earth to eat him whole. It's almost humiliating, even more when his dick twitches inside George and the latter laughs at him.
“Oh my god, you really are something else.” It's almost as if George is mocking him, despite knowing what his actions will entice in Sapnap before it even happens. “Does it make you feel embarrassed that he knows now how you've been acting? What if I told him everything else you said to me, huh?”
A lump of nervousness and excitement forms in Sapnap's chest, and while George telling Dream all the things he did before the blond joined them does make him feel embarrassed, he also can't find it in himself to tell George not to.
“Look at you, you can't even tell me you don't want it,” George leans in when he stays quiet, lips brushing against the shell of Sapnap's ear as he nibbles and whispers, “You really weren't kidding when you said that you'd let me humiliate you, were you?”
The words entice a keen out of Sapnap, as well as it makes his hips snap upwards and deeper into George. The latter moans, loudly and right next to his ear, and it all leads to Dream tensing up between Sapnap's thighs. When Sapnap's eyes found Dream again, he looked like his self-control was hanging from a single, thin thread.
“ George –” Sapnap whines, desperate as he holds back and prepares to beg again if needed, although never looking away from the blond, too entranced to even try.
“He’s so desperate, George,” Dream remarks, as if Sapnap’s whining and begging wasn’t proof enough already. “I can tell you want it too, so why don’t we just keep going?”
George huffs, pulling back from Sapnap to see Dream again with a half-sneer. “Can’t even ask nicely for it? And I thought the slut was demanding, at least he knows how to ask for what he wants.”
Still, as he keeps staring at Dream challengingly, George moves his hips in circles slowly, teasingly, hearing Sapnap choke out a moan at the torturing pleasure but not paying any mind to him. Dream scoffs, finally taking his eyes off of Sapnap to look at George. The loss of any and every form of attention has Sapnap whining pitifully again, but that still doesn’t budge either of them.
“You think I’ll beg for it?” Dream replies, putting up with George’s challenge. “Is that what you want? To have me the same as you have him?”
George keeps moving from one side to the other barely enough to be considered stimulation. It’s so slow it makes Sapnap think he’s being unfairingly punished for someone else’s misbehavior. He wants to move his hips up, wants to force George to ride him properly, but he doesn’t want to risk getting teased and edged even more than this.
“That doesn’t sound bad at all.” George says with a smirk. “Bet you’d look pretty begging on your knees.”
Sapnap can see how the words ignite something within Dream. Either if it’s longing or a renewed wish to fight George in their little push and pull of dominance, Sapnap can’t really tell from how foggy his mind is. “In your dreams, George.”
“It’s a shame, then. Guess what you wanted will have to wait until some other time.” George shrugs, noncommittal as he turns back to Sapnap and pulls him into a kiss, finally, finally , picking up his pace, drinking in Sapnap’s relieved noises as he starts relenting the teasing.
Dream makes a dumbfounded sound, like he didn’t expect George to drop their discussion so suddenly and so nonchalantly right after he decided to put up a fight. For a moment, Sapnap can only feel him shifting his weight from leg to leg, silently looking for a way to get back to George. He can tell the latter notices, too, since a satisfied smile takes over his lips as he kisses Sapnap, surely only waiting for–
“I can make him do as I please, too.”
George pulls away, enough for Sapnap to take in his cocky expression for a moment before he gets it back under control and to a neutral face.
“Oh?”
Despite everything, Sapnap is glad that George hasn’t stopped moving again. It’s nowhere near enough to what he needs to cum – even after having been edged already –, but even this slight relief to his aching cock feels heavenly. He throws his head back, a soft thud coming from him hitting the headboard but not really caring about it as he tries to keep up with what they say as best as he can.
“I said I can make him do as I please too,” Dream repeats, an almost frustrated frown making his words just slightly more on the desperate side instead of the confident one. “I can still get what I want.”
“Can you?” George asks, as if genuinely curious about Dream’s statement. “Do you really think he’ll listen to you?”
Whatever Dream sees on George’s face makes him hesitate for a moment, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulps and thinks for a brief second. His eyes drift to the side, catching Sapnap’s where they’re half-lidded and barely holding open, his entire face surely a blushing mess as he tries to keep his moans at bay.
“I do.”
“Well then, let’s test it.”
George stops again, and Sapnap wants to scream.
He starts babbling without even really knowing what he’s saying, surely a string of pleas and complaints and endless desperate calls of George’s name. The small part of his head that’s still kind of coherent feels surprised by his own actions; never in a thousand years would’ve he imagined he could get so desirous for something, someone , and yet here he is.
George shushes him, gripping his chin between his fingers and looking at him until Sapnap calms himself down enough to look at him without breaking into his pleading again. “Quiet. Dream here wants to prove something.”
With tears of frustration gathering in the corner of his eyes, Sapnap wants to tell him that ‘fuck Dream’ , wants to tell him the blond can wait for George to finally make him cum before–
And then it hits him.
Sure as hell, George was expecting this. He was expecting Dream to try to take control over the situation as soon as he could much like George did. George knew so perfectly what was bound to happen tonight that he had spent a good fraction of their time making Sapnap a whiny, needy mess just for him. He’d made sure to have him eating from the palm of his hand until he knew it’d be near impossible to not listen to him, and then Dream wouldn’t even stand a chance. Sapnap can’t even lie and say it didn’t work, because it did, perfectly.
Clever asshole .
“Sapnap,” George addresses him, squeezing at his chin to take him out of his thoughts and needs so they can keep going. “Dream was talking to you. Listen.”
Sapnap hadn't heard Dream talking to him, doesn't even know what or how much he said before George noticed he wasn't listening. He feels kind of bad for leaving him talking alone, wants to make it up to him somehow and apologize, but George is looking at him like he's done a thousand things right. It causes a million conflicts in him.
“Sapnap, come here.” Dream commands, patting the spot next to him. Sapnap can tell he's trying to show himself as a figure to be respected and obeyed, but compared to the way George has been ordering Sapnap around the whole night it sounds so weak . It's unsure as Dream's voice sounds slightly strained and nervous, nothing like George's confident voice throwing around unquestionable orders.
Still, Sapnap's instinct is to obey him. He looks at George, almost as if asking for authorization, but the older only looks back at him expectantly. With his hands still on George's hips, he tries pulling him up and off him. George follows his movement with a surprising lack of fight, allowing himself to be lifted.
With all his might, Sapnap tries to ignore the heavenly drag of George's walls against his cock after he lost it so long ago; he was barely managing to do so, until George, the fucking tease, tightened around him.
It inevitably causes Sapnap to stop, moaning out loud at the newly added pressure and hardly keeping himself sane at this point.
“What's wrong, Sapnap?” George asks, with an expression so innocently curious it's infuriating.
Shaking his head, he goes trying again, slower as if that will make it any easier. Surely, it doesn't. George keeps himself so tight it's maddening, Sapnap could even bet he started to lead the movement himself once again, not like he can tell, or will complain.
“Come on, slut, Dream is waiting for you.” Sapnap keens, eyes drifting to the side where Dream is watching him, expression tight with frustration. “Why don't you just go already?”
“I–” Sapnap tries, but gets stuck in his throat when George reaches the tip and instead of pulling off completely, he goes back down.
“You?”
“Sapnap,” Dream calls him, demanding his attention. A hand places itself on Sapnap's thigh, squeezing softly to ground him at least a little. “Sapnap, darling, come here.”
He whines, both because of the pet name and out of frustration. He really does want to go with him, to follow his instructions too, he's trying, but George is being so unfair .
“Yeah, Sapnap, go with him,” George encourages, a direct contradiction to the way he keeps riding him, leaning in to kiss at Sapnap's neck. “Won't you listen to what he says?”
Somewhere at the back of his head, Sapnap can listen to Dream as he keeps trying to get him to obey, and George’s teasing words spoken at the shell of his ear, but by now, he can’t make any sense of the words. They’re taking him apart, pulling him from opposite directions and he feels like he’s finally about to snap. George keeps riding him and picking up his pace and Dream grabs and squeezes at whatever part of Sapnap he can in an attempt to get him back. It’s like both heaven and hell at the same time, a sweet torture that has him floating far above coherency.
“I– I can’t,” He admits, finally, as his hands claw desperately at George’s thighs, feeling his climax close yet again. “Dream, I– Shit– I’m sorry, I can’t. I’m gonna–”
Sapnap cums, loud and almost violent from the intensity of it. His head throws back again and hits the headboard harder than before, nails digging into George’s skin and pulling a choked moan from it. Borderline cruel, George keeps riding him until he’s milked everything out of him and then some, giving Sapnap a taste of overstimulation that makes him want to chase it and run away from it in equal parts.
When George pulls off and gives Sapnap a chance to catch his breath, the older goes to kneel in front of Dream, pulling him in from the collar of his shirt, smiling triumphant and cocky.
“I guess that settles it,” Dream makes a face at George’s words, clearly frustrated at the way he managed to get his way. “Will you be a good boy and listen, now?”
“That was cheating.”
“Didn’t know there were any rules.” George shrugs, uncaring. “Now. Will you listen, Dream? ”
A couple seconds of internal struggle later, Dream nods. George’s expression only becomes all the more satisfied, and he pulls Dream in for a kiss.
Hadn’t he just cummed, Sapnap knows he’d be getting hard again at the sight. Dream and George kiss in a way so aggressively wanting for each other it’s hard to say what feeling dominates their kiss the most. It’s full of teeth and tongues and harsh panting that makes Sapnap feel out of breath just watching them.
Even from where he is, it’s clear that Dream is still fighting for the slightest bit of power, trying to lead the kiss although he already said he’d listen to George. It only takes a quick, harsh bite to his lower lip to make him give up, allowing George to do whatever he wants like he said he would.
George’s hand strays downwards, between both his bodies and to Dream’s zipper to undo it and get his cock out. Without breaking the kiss, George starts stroking him, making Dream stutter in his kissing as his ignored dick finally gets attention. Sapnap whines at the sight, because they look so perfect together, just like any other time and just like he always knew they would, and he once again is overcomed with an overwhelming want for the both of them.
“Take off your clothes.” Is George’s command as soon as he pulls away, and Dream moves to do so.
As Dream throws away his shirt, George goes to retrieve the lube once more, throwing it on the bed and near to Sapnap as he climbs back on it. For a moment, he’d forgotten what the plan was, that Dream still wanted to fuck him as he fucked George again and that George was willing to go along with it. He squirms, because the idea sounds so good but he’s still so sensitive from cumming once. Being honest, he’s not really sure if he can even get hard again. Sure maybe he could take Dream fucking him to get his own orgasm, but having to fuck George sounds impossible right now and–
“Hey, are you okay there?”
Hearing George’s voice back to something calm and neutral almost throws him off, already so used to hearing him talk as if he’s not allowed to talk back. George reaches out to cup his cheek, and Sapnap leans into it, closing his eyes to take a deep breath. Right now, George’s eyes look so kind and attentive, asking Sapnap if he’s okay because he saw something off in his expression, maybe. It warms him up and makes him so happy.
“Yeah, ‘s nothing.”
“It didn’t look like nothing.” George frowns at him. “Do you want to stop? You looked like you were done.”
“No– No, I don’t want to stop,” He denies immediately, his own hand cupping George’s in reassurance. “I just– I don’t think I could fuck you properly, you know? It just feels like a lot right now and I don’t think it’d be satisfying enough for you.” Sapnap admits, although kind of bashful. “I want it to be good for you too.”
For the first time since they were locked in the closet, George’s expression isn’t mocking nor demanding nor annoyed, instead, he looks soft. So, so soft it makes Sapnap’s chest ache. There’s a small smile curving his lips, it looks almost adoring, and Sapnap feels like crying.
When George kisses him this time it’s small and kind, loving, Sapnap would say. Just a press of lips that lasts all of two seconds before he pulls away. “It’s okay, we don’t have to do that if you don’t feel like it.”
“But I want to make you feel good.” Sapnap insists, reluctant on letting go of that.
“You can suck me off, then. Let me fuck your throat while Dream fucks your pretty ass.” George suggests, dirty and tempting, but not pushing nor demanding this time. “How about that?”
Sapnap’s noise of want is answer enough, but George still waits until he nods and mutters a weak “Yes”.
Smiling, George kisses him again and makes room for Dream to come closer and settle himself between Sapnap’s legs again. The blond gives a quick glance between the both of them, kind of worried.
“Everything okay?” He asks, looking at them both. George only nods, so Sapnap answers for them both.
“Yeah, just a change of plans. I don’t think I could fuck George again, so I’ll suck him off instead.”
Even though it was Dream’s idea originally, he doesn’t seem upset by the change, and rather he asks. “And me fucking you? Are you sure you’re okay with that? Because if you’re not I can just fuck George or–”
“Dream,” Sapnap interrupts, smiling. “It’s okay, I can take it. I’ll just need a bit of patience ‘cause I’m still kind of sensitive, but it’s still a yes.”
Dream searches in his expression for some form of lie, but when he finds none, he nods, and then George pulls him back by the shoulder and moves his hand palm-up.
“Now that that’s settled,” The older starts, opening the lube with a pop that sounds like a shot in the mostly quiet room, and starts pouring some onto Dream’s fingers, leaning closer to his ear. “You’re gonna prep him. Get him ready to take you whole, understood?”
Shuddering, Dream nods, waiting until George stops pouring lube to rub it between his fingers in an attempt to warm it up. He leans in, his clean hand leaning against the mattress right beside Sapnap’s body, caging him in.
Sapnap reaches out, cradling Dream’s face with both hands as he gets to see him the closest he’s been in the entire night, taking a moment to appreciate his handsome features and wanting expression before pulling him in for a kiss.
Kissing Dream isn’t that different from kissing George; due to both their stupidly dominant attitudes, Sapnap feels him going in for control exactly the way George did at first, confident as he goes straight to forcing Sapnap’s movements to follow his own. Sapnap lets him, because he doesn’t have the need to lead like Dream does, and he can feel the way he’s kind of trying to vent part of his frustration at losing to George in this kiss. He can still tell the small differences between them two, how Dream focuses less on changing paces and teasing him and instead does more biting and pulling, and how though he doesn’t lack George’s same confidence, he’s just slightly more discreet about it, which comes as a surprise, although not an unpleasant one.
When Dream’s fingers brush his rim, Sapnap tenses for a moment, the lube warmer than it was originally but still a contrast to his hot skin. Dream massages it, and at the same time adds his tongue to the kiss.
It’s distraction enough for Sapnap to mostly not notice when the first finger goes in. The feeling is kind of awkward, not really familiar with the sensation of something going into him, but it’s not as unpleasant as he thinks it would’ve been given the chance to focus solely on it.
He feels it go in to the last knuckle, slowly and gentle but easily too. It makes him squirm a little bit, trying to get used to it, but Dream pulls his attention back on him with a rough bite. Sapnap obeys easily, focusing instead on the feeling of Dream’s tongue exploring his mouth and running his hands through blond locks.
Soon a second finger joins, a bit more notable and awkward this time, until Dream’s fingers brush against Sapnap’s prostate, making him moan into his mouth and replacing the feeling of awkwardness with pleasure.
Dream keeps pressing into that spot, sending waves of pleasure mixed with not-so -small spikes of overstimulation up Sapnap’s spine. The feeling makes him pull off, head buried back into the pillows as he moans into the room and pulls at Dream’s hair.
Going to look at Dream, he can see George bent right over him, hugging him from behind and whispering things to his ear as his hands roam the rest of his body, caressing and teasing as he encourages him to keep prepping Sapnap. Dream’s face is pulled tight, a mix of concentration, self-restraint and desire taking over it. A third finger goes in, and he gives Sapnap a moment to rest from the constant stimulation.
But by now, Sapnap’s almost completely hard again and he feels the need to have Dream inside him so intensified it’s maddening to feel how slow he’s still going, spreading and finger-fucking him like they’ve got all the time in the world. His hips start rocking against Dream’s fingers, hoping to make the process faster with it.
George keeps whispering things into Dream’s ears, stopping only to suck a mark or two on his neck and shoulders, sometimes his back. He can tell by his smile that he’s provoking and making Dream feel impatient like he’s proven only he can manage to do. The rhythm and ferocity of Dream’s fingering climbs steadily as George keeps talking, until he announces, impatient and in a clear hurry, “He’s ready.”
He pulls his fingers out, and Sapnap finds himself pulling at his hair and hooking his legs around his waist to keep him from moving any further. George swats at his thigh, earning a whine from it, not necessarily displeased, and managing to make Sapnap’s legs unlock.
“On your knees.” George doesn’t waste breath on calling him out this time, just tells him what to do. Sapnap guesses so much of ignoring his own needs finally got to him.
Letting go of Dream, he does as told. Dream moves aside, maybe to give Sapnap more room to turn around and accommodate himself, but it only leaves him with the perfect amount of space to kneel and place himself right in front of George’s cock without him needing to do much more, so he does just that, and looks up to the brunet as he settles comfortably on all fours, who smiles down at him, pleased.
“So obedient, so pretty,” George says, as he shuffles forward just slightly to get into perfect distance to fuck Sapnap’s mouth. “Are you ready? Will you make us both feel good like you said you would?”
Sapnap nods repeatedly, desperately. “I will, George. I’ll make you feel good. Both of you.”
He feels Dream settle himself behind him on the top side of the bed, hands finding their place on Sapnap’s ass as they massage and spread it. The feeling of being exposed makes Sapnap want to shy away from Dream’s touch, but he doesn’t really have anywhere to run to, so he just stays put.
“I’m sure you will.” Dream says, one of his hands pulling away, and Sapnap knows what’s coming before it happens.
Before he feels Dream’s tip prod at his entrance he sees George take a hold of Sapnap’s locks and his own cock to guide it to Sapnap’s lips, who opens his mouth and feels them both slide in at a time. He moans, pleased at the feeling of Dream spreading him open and George filling up his mouth, salty, musky taste exploding across his tongue in a mere second.
He can only see George’s face contort into pleasure and relief, but he can hear them both perfectly when they moan and groan at the pleasure Sapnap grants them, hands tightening around his locks and ass. The younger moans in unison, enjoying the feeling of being filled until Dream bottoms out and George stops midway so he doesn’t cause Sapnap to choke so early.
“ Fuck , he’s so tight, George, it’s amazing. He’s so amazing. ” Although the words were not directed at him, Sapnap still moans at the praise, making George curse too at the vibrations around him.
“He really is.” George agrees, experimentally thrusting into his mouth, soft and barely moving, but enough to make his breath stutter. “Don’t think I’ll last long.”
“Neither me.” Dream replies, and Sapnap kind of wants to tease him for it, since he’s not been edged nor neglected nearly as long as the other two, but his mind is lost on the feeling of having them both inside him. It’s thrilling, to finally be able to enjoy them in a way he’s wanted for so long, to know that they wanted him back after all, and to know that they don’t plan on this being a one-time thing.
He closes his eyes for a moment, just enjoying this and what it means– or could mean. He feels happy, complete, as if this is the best his life could ever get.
Until Dream finally starts moving, pulling out of him carefully and with a clear thin restrain from going full-force from the beginning. George follows his lead then, although less carefully, as he starts fucking his mouth.
Steadily they both raise the pace until Dream is full-on hammering into him and George can barely keep himself from pushing himself down his throat, both hands holding tight onto his hair to keep him in place. It feels amazing, unbelievably so, and for a moment it feels like a dream.
Sapnap doesn’t like that George is holding himself back, though, no matter the kind or considerate intentions behind it. He thinks he can take more than what George is giving him, so in one of the thrusts he goes down to take in more of George’s cock, making the older stutter in his movements as he tries to keep his gag reflex at bay.
“Sapnap– Shit, that’s so good.” Still a bit hesitant, George starts thrusting slower, not picking it back up until he’s sure Sapnap can handle it. “Dream, you should– you should see this. He’s taking almost all of it.”
Dream’s body then bends over Sapnap's, covering him with its warmth and bigger size, and then managing to hit Sapnap’s prostate time after time, making him moan and pull more sounds from George. A big hand comes sliding from his hip all the way to his chest until reaching his neck. Sapnap’s not sure Dream can feel anything there, but the blond still groans at whatever he finds. “Fuck, Sapnap, you’re incredible. You take us both so well, so perfect. You’re perfect.”
It seems like Dream’s got a thing for praising him, but Sapnap’s not complaining, rather he’s enjoying it, deeply so. He whines and his body tenses at the words, pulling a stuttered moan from Dream, who lets his head fall onto Sapnap’s shoulder.
“I’m close. George, Sapnap–” He warns, and then his mouth latches onto Sapnap’s back to suck mulberry marks onto it.
George doesn’t answer, but Sapnap can tell by his uncoordinated thrusts that he’s almost there, too. They get sloppy after that, with thrusts that barely have any rhythm or sense as they get closer and closer. Sapnap feels himself hanging on the edge as well, and his lungs are kind of needing air desperately, so he switches from letting his jaw hang lax to closing his mouth and sucking George as best as he can.
The effect is immediate. George buries himself deeper into Sapnap’s mouth as he cums, and Sapnap tries to swallow as much as he can before he chokes on it and starts coughing, forcing George to pull out and let the rest fall onto his face. Not long after, Sapnap cums too, and to his credit, Dream is the last one to finish, thrusting into Sapnap even after he cummed until he pulls out and finishes on his back and ass.
As if all the effort and tiredness crashed onto him at once, Sapnap all but collapses on the bed, uncaring of his almost ruined state as he tries to regain his breath and get his whole body to relax and calm again.
For a while all he can do is let himself float, and enjoy the slowly clearing fuzziness in his head. It feels like pure bliss, the best sex he’s ever had and consequently, the best orgasm(s), too. His brain is flooded with happy chemicals and his chest feels warm. He thinks he could stay like this forever.
But after a bit, Dream grabs his arms and turns him around, with George standing on his other side with a wet rag on his hand. He starts cleaning Sapnap’s face carefully and gently, and Dream takes care of his lower half, each of them cleaning up their respective messes.
Sapnap allows himself to relax and enjoy the attention and care, not minding much to be dragged back down from the clouds if this is what he gets in exchange. It feels so nice, in a way so different from being stuffed by the two of them. This brings a soft feeling, a comfort so sweet it makes him melt in all the right ways.
Once his face is clean again, George leans down to kiss his forehead, and though Sapnap can see him make a face at the sweat that sticks stubbornly to his skin, he doesn’t say a thing. Sapnap giggles at it.
“What you laughing at, idiot?” George raises an eyebrow, looking down at him, but not derogatorily like earlier, just defiant, the same way he does when they banter and joke around any other day.
“Nothin’, just your stupid face.”
George scoffs, rolling his eyes as he grabs his rag and Dream’s and throws them away after cleaning themselves up too.
Dream pats at his arm to get his attention, signaling for Sapnap to come closer. When he does, Dream pulls him in and almost effortlessly he moves him around until he’s lying down on the center of the bed, resting his head on one of the pillows. It’d be a nice gesture, if not for the sticky feeling that Sapnap doesn’t know if it comes from himself or the sheets. He settles for the latter, anyway.
“Dream, what the hell?! The sheets are gross!” Sapnap complains, trying to move away from where the blond placed him, earning an annoyed huff.
“Okay, and? What do you want me to do about it?”
“I dunno, change them , maybe?”
“Uh-huh, and you’ll be the one to go down the hall full of people and all the way over to the closet to grab a clean set? Because if that’s so, I’ll change them.”
“I–” Sapnap stutters, only then remembering they’re still kind of hosting a party, and that the whole house is full with both their friends and numerous strangers. Really, the idea of walking all the way to the closet and passing the people that most likely heard everything they did doesn’t sound nice, but mainly just having to go through all the process of walking and searching and walking back sounds fairly exhausting. “Okay, fair.”
“You’re both idiots,” George quips from the side, rummaging around Sapnap’s drawers and wardrobe until he gets a set of clothes for each of them. “Get dressed already, I want to sleep.”
“And why waste time getting dressed? Don’t you want to sleep naked with us, George?” Dream teases, and George makes a disgusted face.
“No. It’s hot and you both sweat like crazy. I don’t want to wake up any more sticky than I already will.” He throws a shirt at Dream’s face, who catches it and laughs. “We’re taking a bath first thing in the morning.”
“Do you think we’ll all fit?” Sapnap asks. “Because if not, I call dibs for the first turn.”
“Maybe we could take turns to get into the shower but get all in the bathroom at the same time,” Dream suggests as he puts on the shirt, which barely fits him. “Not like it’d be the first time we share the bathroom.”
“We’ll agree to something tomorrow.” George interrupts, getting to Sapnap with his set of clothes, already dressed himself, the clothes clearly a tad too big for his slim form.
This seems like an oddly domestic moment, like fucking each other’s brains out is nothing new for them. It feels natural, like part of their routine the same way that drinking water and eating is. If he were to take a look at this from the outside, he wouldn’t be able to tell this is their first time together like this, and that it wasn’t even planned.
Were anyone else to see them right now, they wouldn’t be able to tell the difference from an established relationship, and the thought makes him want to jump up and down.
And then, like the cherry on top, seeing the contrast of Dream and George wearing his clothes to sleep, one too small and the other too big for them, makes Sapnap feel giddy and inexplicably happy.
Sapnap sits up again, although with slight difficulty now that the soreness is setting in. George helps him get dressed, noticing his slight struggle, and murmuring something about painkillers as he finishes putting Sapnap’s pants on.
Dream pulls back the sheets, and then they all settle in, with Sapnap in the middle, Dream hugging him from behind and George tucked right under his chin against his chest. He pulls George closer and scoots back into Dream, who throws an arm over their bodies.
With his eyes closed, Sapnap sighs happily, enjoying the warmth and comfort engulfing him. This is pure peace, he thinks. The feeling of plenitude people spend their entire lives looking for, and he’s got it, right here, tucked in bed and cuddling his best friends.
Though– Are they still best friends? After everything they just did?
As if reading his mind, again, George untucks himself from his chest and goes to place a kiss on Sapnap’s mouth, briefly so he can then pull Dream in and kiss him over Sapnap’s body. Dream uses his hand to turn Sapnap’s face once they split, and kisses him too.
“Goodnight, Sapnap. George.” He murmurs, soft as if to not break the kind, fragile atmosphere that’s settled over them. “Love you.”
“Shut up, idiot.” George answers, although then he whispers, barely perceptible. “Love you too.”
And that’s reassurance enough. Sapnap knows that no matter what, and though they still haven’t settled anything formally, they’ve already crossed the line of best friends, and none of them is scared to accept and embrace what comes next.
Smiling, feeling warm all over, he says, “Goodnight. Love you both.”