Pandemonium

by dnfpandemonium

Summary:

“I just- I gotta ask.” — Dream starts, he puts the wine glass down and narrows his eyes at George, seemingly trying to study his features for any micro reaction that could make him back away from asking the following question. — “You always took such good care of it- you had it for more than 2 years with no issue- How did Milo get ahold of your chain and break it?”

 

“I broke it.” — George says bluntly.

 

xx

 

Or a Dnf retrospective in which George’s repeated… inability to get hard… causes his girlfriend to breakup with him. A game of 21 Questions with Dream reveals more than he bargained with… interesting… results.

Pandemonium

 

pan•de-mo.ni.um / panda'moneam | noun

wild and noisy disorder or confusion; uproar; Many Demons

---

 

 

George is a private person. It’s a habit he’s picked up over the years, he doesn’t want people knowing stuff he can’t control the outcome of - and why would he? So they can find out his deepest darkest secrets and desires? Again ? The audience - as much as he loves them dearly - isn’t the smartest at times, but somehow they clocked his crush on Dream immediately, somehow they were parading his deepest darkest secrets around proudly as if they shouldn’t be hidden in the deepest darkest wells known to man. Somehow liking men and more specifically Dream was the worst secret they could’ve found out. 

 

The conversations about the… weather… was awkward. On a fateful autumn morning a few weeks after he first stepped foot in Florida they promised to not let anything get between their work, their life, and most importantly their friendship. Promises were made. “ You’re the one for me, ” he said. “ Even if it’s a No - I still love you okay ?” he said. “ I’ll always come back to you, ” he promised. A new chain decorated George’s neck. For the first time, George was open. He was scared but honest. He let those secrets see the light of day. He felt relieved - who knew letting the truth out for the first time in his 26 years of life would be so liberating? George knew… until it wasn’t. 

 

Until it all came crashing down. Until the realization - the betrayal sent him spiraling. He should’ve known that a simple stupid tweet about kissing a variety of men would be the start of his downfall. They weren’t together by any means, that wasn’t part of the promise. Stolen kisses while cuddling drunk weren’t meant to leave a profound mark on his soul - and yet here he is, crying over the fact that he isn’t the only one that gets to experience that part of Dream.

 

Everywhere they went he’d catch glimpses of a familiar notification on Dream's phone. One that screamed recklessness, desperation and that soured George’s mouth immediately no matter how drunk, high or happy he was beforehand.

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

“Nothing. ” Was always his go-to answer. 

 

Why are you doing this? Was what he wanted to ask. 

 

Why am I not enough? Was left unsaid. 

 

What about our promise? Was the thought that hurt George the most.

 

George has heard it all too. Dream’s steps echoing loudly as he makes his way to the kitchen. Dream pissed off and sad about his latest fling not working out - it’s always the same old sob story about a girl he’s attracted to seeming disinterested about his latest projects, from music to minecraft none of them ever care as much as he does. Dream is an extremely attractive looking guy - George can’t deny that, he’s tall and handsome and broad and sweet and has the cutest little snores whenever he falls asleep when they’re watching movies with his perfect pink lips slightly op- Anyways . George knows none of those girls deserve Dream, he’s yet to see one that treats him with the kindness, love and attention he deserves - and needs, frankly. George could probably treat him like that - he already does , loving to listen to Dream ramble about code and editing with George chiming in from time to time. It reminds me of one of the quizzes questions - Do you compare them to your partner? George sighs since Dream is probably at another party talking to some dumb blonde bimbo that only wants him for his looks and money. Maybe a quick one night stand just to use as bragging rights to her group of friends. Maybe George should dye his hair blonde, he could be the blonde bimbo Dream keeps looking for. Maybe he should be reckless too, maybe he should go out more, maybe he needs to feel a little more adrenaline in his life. Maybe he should take a page out of Dreams book someday.

 

But the thing about Recklessness is that it has consequences - and George decided to be reckless too. A guest of Dream’s newest blonde situationship - god this man has a type - was his downfall. A stupid reckless mistake almost ruined everything George had carefully built up. He thought after a year of watching Dream be careless he could too. Ghosting girls after he had fun seemed oh so tempting. But Oh how he was mistaken because by some divine - or more likely indivine intervention - they were both single by March 2024. 

 

Friends he had for years gone in an instant. Everyone he cared for turning their backs on him as if he was an unforgiving monster. As if he hadn’t let them into his house. As if he hadn’t let them into the deepest darkest parts of his life. As if he hadn’t accidentally shared secrets one drunken night. As if they hadn’t sworn they wouldn’t tell a soul. A cumulating of events and betrayals is what turned George into who he is today. Repressed. Angry. Sad. And somehow despite this all, one friend stuck beside him… didn’t disappoint. Didn’t leave. Didn’t lie about his character. She wasn’t Dream by any means, but to George her distractions were the next best thing. CSGO nights. Silly pictures. Soft touches, soft words and soft cuddles whenever they saw each other. George needed that to fill the Dream-shaped void in his heart.

 

And for a year while Dream was locked away in his editing cave, working on lines of code he cared for more deeply than George apparently, a new relationship flourished - or situationship - or neither? George wasn’t sure what to call it. They were exclusive - he thinks, he wasn’t so sure about that part. On his end it was exclusive. They never really talked about these issues. They never really talked about anything serious, it was lighthearted, fun, new and everything George needed at that time in his life. 

 

She had a life in Spain, meanwhile George was building his in Florida. It was a nice arrangement. They didn’t see each other often but that was fine by George - he didn’t need that big of a commitment in his life. A few visits a year was more than enough for him. They’d fool around, obviously - he’s a healthy adult man with needs after all - but that didn’t last long before George started getting bored. Gia never forced him to reciprocate nor get mad at him when his… Friend … didn’t do his part, things were… awkward… and - as much as he hates to admit it - he was glad when the day for her flight to Spain finally arrived. 

 

A few weeks before his birthday stream in 2024 - his big comeback stream after months on hiatus - George asked every content creator friend in his contacts for help on what to do, with their replies achieving varying levels of success. From Badboyhalo calling him a “ silly muffinhead ” for worrying so much to Velvet saying he should fuck Dream on stream, it was nearly impossible to get a straight answer - which is ironic considering his “ straightest ” answer came from Dream. Birthday Stream in Disney . It wasn’t a terrible idea, but that wasn’t entirely what George needed at the moment. George decided to text Gia, maybe a new point of view could help him calm his nerves - except… she didn’t exactly help George liked he wanted. A few plain words of encouragement telling him he’s going to do great, that there’s nothing to fear and how people still love him weren’t exactly the words George needed to hear - yes he was thankful of course for the sweet gesture, after all she had said all the right words to calm his nerves, yet he was left feeling unsatisfied. The satisfaction came with Dream - as most things in life do - knowing exactly what points in George’s brain to hit, the specific targets of inner doubt and inner turmoil, Dream knew exactly the walls that needed to be broken down for George to be able to have enough confidence to press the “Go Live” button once again. So on November 1st 2024 with Dream and Sapnap on his side, George started streaming again. 

 

On the trip to Argentina he noticed Gia was a bit distant - she never confirmed if she’d go to the trip as if waiting on George’s confirmation. She never got on her flight to Florida, so George had to be the bigger man and babysit his scared wittle Sapnap on the 14 hour plane ride to South America - and with that confirmation Gia bought a new plane ticket directly to Argentina. George was thankful that when he was in Argentina he was surrounded by loud friends that knew no boundaries - as much as he wanted to spend time with Gia, he was grateful he didn’t need to pretend to want to have sex with her, he was grateful he didn’t need to come up with some kind of excuse as to why he was unable to get a boner that day - again . It’s not like George had some sort of medical problem, he’s gotten wet dreams sometimes and random morning wood all his life. He’s gotten random boners in the living room, kitchen, gym - all 3 of his roommates have at some point in their living arrangement - but if George purposefully ignores the pattern of a certain broad blonde figure shirtless after a workout, then that’s nobody’s business. He’s pleasured himself in the quiet nights when Sapnap goes to LA and Dream is too busy coding. He thinks about hushed secrets, hot breaths and unbroken promises, broad shoulders, curly hair and a familiar voice, soft skin and scars he misses touching - if he had the chance he’d kiss them this time. And it’s with the same man in mind every time he spills into his left hand. The shame that hits him always stings. A grown man shouldn’t be crying after jerking off yet here he is in uncontrollable sobs every single time.

 

Gia invites him to go to a park in Argentina. It’s summer in South America, which means George is uncomfortably melting in his basketball shorts while they slowly make their way through the paths of statues in this park. The path they take is weirdly familiar, George has never been to Argentina, as far as he remembers, so where has he seen this small wooden bridge over the pond? The silent thought ended up being something he asked out loud without realizing, as Gia explains she was there the day before with Cris- Crisgreen. Gia was at this exact park with Crisgreen a day before she took George. They took the exact same route, looked at the exact same flowers, statues and even fish, yet George feels… indifferent. Is he supposed to feel jealous? George can’t tell why he feels apathetic to this discovery - “his girl” took another man on what could be interpreted as a date to the same park where she took him. George can’t wrap his brain around what this could mean, is it like a scientific experiment? Testing out which man would be better boyfriend material? If so, George wins the CSGO round without a doubt. George is definitely losing the general Gia knowledge - he’ll never forget how badly he wanted to disappear when he found out she had a dog almost a year into their situationship- just remembering it makes George want to drown himself among the Koi fish. Plus if one of the requirements was to take good pictures, he has to admit, Crisgreen absolutely crushed him when it came to pictures of Gia in this park, meanwhile George has so far asked her to take silly pictures of him with his head through a cardboard cutout and hasn’t even once thought of buying her a flower of some sort from the local vendors. George wonders how he'd feel if it were Dream that did this to him, I mean- Dream has definitely taken him to restaurants he’s taken dates before, it’s not his fault Dream loves spoiling George with quality food when he finds it, even if the food tastes like a twinge of jealousy from not being the first person Dream took to this fancy restaurant, at least George can sleep easy knowing he’s the last - the only unspoken rule between the two is: No taking dates where we took the other first. 

 

Before George knows it he’s at Vidcon with both Gia and Dream - oh the horrors for his psyche . George thinks it’s funny - he’s sensed a bit of jealousy coming from both at each other. lol. lmao even. Gia wanted to go out with him more during her short stay in Florida, seemingly didn’t want to spend too much time in the house. George didn’t mind, he loved going out and exploring his lovely isolated neighborhood. George isn’t dumb, he knew she wasn’t leaving the house with him because she loves the horribly humid Florida summer - she wanted alone time with George. George followed the rule - the promise - of not taking Gia to the special spots he has with Dream, so that’s how they ended up walking around in a Publix. With how funny the universe can be sometimes, what George didn’t expect was to arrive home with a pouty Gia and out of breath from laughing after someone thought he was Dream. He told the blonde as soon as they got home, and if he felt someone staring daggers at the back of his skull while admiring Dream laughing with his whole body about the whole story, it was quietly ignored.  

 

George was a guest on Dreams panel " He’s literally gonna just sit there and look pretty " was how his job was eloquently described. One presentation about Fusion and a full workout on stage later, George’s job was done! A familiar hand found his lower back backstage while guiding him through concrete pathways. 

 

“So… do you wanna get sushi later?” — a hushed request found its way through George’s mouth. He knew it wasn’t just sushi - Dream and George had their secret language of sorts, after years of dancing around feelings you start expressing yourselves through new ways and new meanings. What he was really asking was Can i go to your room to escape a little? Can we order sushi and you can talk to me all about meeting new people or how you felt the presentation went? Can we talk about how these conventions always feel a little more lonely each year that passes? 

 

“Yeah of course I just- I just need to pass through the booth real quick for the meet & greet but i’ll text you! Okay don’t call me stupid but i even packed the chopst-“

 

“George?” — a familiar high pitched voice rang through the walls. 

 

Shit .

 

The big hand guiding his lower back quickly retreated as if it was caught doing something it should be ashamed of. Alien hand syndrome , George thought - a condition in which the person can’t control what a body part of theirs does. George went down that rabbit hole on reddit one night, trying to find out if it applied to erections too - his research was inconclusive. But as most things in his life, he thought about if Dream suffered from it too - no not the boner part. I mean yes , George has definitely thought about Dreams penis a normal amount- but that’s besides the point. He often didn’t seem to control the hand that found its way to George’s waist - it’s not like George minded either, for all he knew his hip bone and Dream’s phalange were spiritually-magnetically connected by being made by the same material, kind of like gay Adam & Eve. 

 

George could tell she was mad, even if she hasn't said anything yet. The way her eyebrows looked more serious than they were earlier when George agreed to dance to silly tiktoks with her to relieve some of his boredom. She looked at them with her arms crossed, eyes narrowed and mouth slightly ajar, like she just caught George cheating - which is ridiculous , he was just making plans to eat sushi with Dream , he thought. People don’t need to know what those sushi dates in Dreams hotel room entail. George doesn’t get why she’s even mad- she doesn’t even like sushi! Which is fucking insane to George- who doesn’t like sushi? Dream likes sushi. He waited till George was in Florida to try it with him together- the many firsts Dream has had with George, like George likes to call it. They even have matching chopsticks, which George adores - god he can’t believe Dream remembered to pack them this time. Last time they had a little sushi date in a convention, they had forgotten their chopsticks and all hell broke loose afterwards. George likes to pretend it was bad luck due to not bringing them, even if he isn’t superstitious - he can’t deny the empirical evidence in front of him!

 

“Maybe next time?” — Dream tells him with an apologetic look only George can read, this one means I don’t want to make things awkward but find me if anything happens okay?

 

George begrudgingly makes it back to their shared hotel room - it’s not that he hates Gia or anything, he just desperately needs his Dream time to decompress, and with vidcon’s rule of “No DNF on the same floor” it’s been quite hard to do just that. Which frankly is quite homophobic, especially in the Middle of June, to deny DNF of DNFing - George thinks, laughing at himself with his genius observation. Gia looks at him curiously, studying him like she’s trying to understand what’s so funny about a slice of mozzarella pizza. George goes to help himself to his 3rd slice of pizza when he hears a “One more? Really ?” from the other side of the bed. George freezes not really knowing what to do - he doesn’t want to feel ashamed for eating one more slice of pizza, the pizza tastes good! It’s not like the margarita pizza Dream bought him at their first convention as a bribery to be awoken from his pretty princess slumber, that one had those stupid tomatoes on top - what kind of margarita pizza even is that?! 

 

George isn’t the type to complain, but that’s one of the things that bothers him about Gia - her sly comments about other people’s appearance. George knows he’s chubbed up since he’s gotten to Florida. “ Twink death ” as twitter calls it. He doesn’t mind though, he’s looked healthier than he’s ever been even with a few extra kilos under his belt. He still remembers the day Dream found George checking his tummy in the mirror. A hand found his waist and a quiet “ you’re beautiful, you know that? ” reverberated throughout his system. Dream touched his waist, hips, tummy, and chest delicately in front of the mirror while whispering gentle words about loving George through and through. The only part George feels bad is…. he wasn’t having any negative thoughts about his body… George was trying to use his belly folds to make silly faces in the mirror right as Dream walked in his room. This mistake ended with George knowing how soft Dream’s calloused hands can feel, how the fingers that type all day have the delicacy of feather. This mistake ended with George nearly blacking out from nutting so hard in the shower. 

 

George knows Dream has had issues with his body, he’s heard of his failure and success throughout his weight loss journey. The years of only knowing Dream from behind a screen, the years of falling for a man you don’t know what he looks like permanently changed George’s brain chemistry - that type of emotional bond turned into the most important aspect of a relationship for George. Be it a friend or a partner, he longed for emotional intimacy more than anything physical intimacy could ever give him. When George started falling for Dream, George knew he was overweight, but that never stopped his heart - ironically enough, in the end Dreams appearance carried very little weight in George’s willingness to love him.

 

 

“You don’t even know what I look like” Dream huffed in a shitty microphone. A frequent argument in these late nights 

 

“I don’t need to know what you look like to know you’re hot.” George sighed, resting his head on his hand, knowing he’ll win this argument in the end. He isn’t backing down on this one. 

 

“I just- You don’t understand- I’m not like- You just need to- God George why can’t you just trust me when I say I’m not as hot- or pretty or whatever as you think?” The frustration in Dream’s voice was evident, he could imagine Dream waving his hand around vaguely, as if trying to make a point. 

 

He’s cute when he’s angry, George thought, but that didn’t deter him from making his point known. 

 

“You’re being an idiot. Looks don’t like- matter as much as you think they do. That’s superficial, Dream, I’m gonna cancel you for being superficial.” George joked, trying to make this as light hearted as possible. He knows weight and appearance is something that Dream struggles with, he doesn’t necessarily understand why, when Dream has so many other more important attributes than something as stupid as his looks. He’s funny, kind, caring, good at minecraft, always finds a way to entertain George when he’s bored, always talks to George, always has great ideas for videos, just hearing him type George can tell he’s really great with his fing- Anyways, looks are not very high on Georges priority list. 

 

“I- I’m really trying to look good for when you come visit,” Dream sounds small when he speaks. 

 

“Dream sto-”

 

“I know what you’re gonna say but please hear me out,” Dream sounds serious, “I really want to do this, I want to look better- be healthier, I wanna be able to take you places and not get out of breath fast or feel like I’m making you fall behind or be embarrassed when we take pictures- I stopped taking pictures with Sam because she kept saying that- whatever that doesn’t matter I just- I don’t want to disappoint you too.”

 

This fucking idiot. 

 

“You’re such a fucking idiot Dream.” George can hear the small gasp from inside his headset, “I don’t fucking care if you’re fat or something, if you want to lose weight I support you but don’t do it for Me, do it for yourself- for your health. Don’t do it because you think I expect you to look like a supermodel. Don’t do it because cruel people expect you to. Please don’t fucking hurt yourself doing this.” He didn’t mean for his voice to break at the end. He didn’t mean to be so harsh. George snapped at even the thought of being seen as one of the people that encourages this destructive mindset. 

 

“I’m not gonna hurt myself. I found this doctor and I really think he could help me out- he’s got these great methods and-”

 

“Reddit doctors aren’t real doctors, Dream,” George sighs, already guessing where Dream must’ve found this miracle cure.

 

“He’s not-” Dream wheezes, “he’s not from reddit, you idiot.”

George erupted in laughter as well. Despite not being able to be physically there, he can at least still make Dream laugh. 

 

“Fine, tell me what this Doctor said” George says, gesturing in air quotes because he doesn’t fully trust Dream’s source just yet. The younger proceeds to explain how and why he must follow the meal and exercise plans, he explains why it works and what the science behind it is. George doesn’t understand much if he’s being honest, he also doesn’t entirely know if this sounds healthy either- but Dream asked for George’s trust and George will be damned if he ever denies him of it.

 

 

George decides to put the slice of pizza down… before remembering Dream would probably hate for him to do that, and shoves it entirely back in his mouth. While chewing with his mouth way too full for comfort, George attempts a toothy grin - which probably looks disgusting. George doesn’t care, Dream would probably find this hilarious! Gia on the other hand… doesn’t. With a simple “ Ew ” she goes back to her phone. Well now George feels bad. Not about the pizza- it tasted really good, he definitely needs to tell Dream about this pizza place, but he feels bad about upsetting her even if he doesn’t fully understand what he did wrong. With that slight guilt in mind, two tiktoks end up being posted. George feels a little conflicted about it, on one hand, he doesn’t mind it, it’s a silly tiktok with silly dances that he knows fans will eat up; on the other hand, it feels like he’s showing his bare ass on camera by doing a couples trend with Gia- are they a couple? George doesn’t really know- I mean, if they are, then he definitely got cucked by CrisGreen when she took him to the park in Argentina, but he doesn’t think he was. So does that make them nothing? George likes to think they’re something , but a “couple” seems way too formal and serious. He semi-recently bought a Tesla in Florida and he knows she bought a new apartment in Spain, so they definitely aren’t uprooting their life to go to another continent to live with each other anytime soon. George scoffs at the thought because he did do that for Dream and they weren’t even dating.

 

George looks at Gia expectantly, even if they aren’t technically dating- or whatever they are doing- friends with benefits don’t really count either since there aren’t really any sexual benefits - emotional benefits… maybe? Csgo benefits? Definitely. Since George doesn’t have his computer with him he tries his hand at the emotional benefits aspect of whateverthefuck they have, he has some thoughts on his mind he’d like to put out there to try and digest.

 

“So,” — he starts — “aren’t you gonna ask me how it went?”

 

Gia looks up from her phone briefly  — “I watched it remember? I already know it went well.” 

 

Not exactly what George wanted… let’s try again. 

 

“No I mean- I don’t know, ask me about what I think about the convention and stuff,” — George says while shrugging, trying to act unbothered. Hopefully this time his message is loud and clear. 

 

Except it’s not… 

 

“Okay uhm… what do you think about the convention?” — Gia trails off, a bit confused at what George’s goal here is. She already knows he’s having fun seeing fans and reencountering old friends. 

 

“I don’t know… I guess it’s been fun.”  — Except it hasn’t, George is having a bad time. Except that wasn’t what George wanted her to ask. He wanted her to know he’s been bothered ever since he agreed to come to Vidcon with Dream. He wanted her to ask why it feels like he’s seeing the ghost of himself in the main halls, at the merch booths, as banners for other panels. He wanted her to provide the emotional availability he only ever found with Quackity. 

 

Right next to the Dream shaped hole in his heart, there’s a duck shaped one. A friendship he never expected to flourish and be so important to him. A friendship that showed him that emotional intimacy wasn’t just with the person you’re soul bonded with - you could show as much vulnerability with a platonic best friend as you could with the one you’re in love with. Quackity knew what to ask and how to ask it when he wanted to get something out of George, and George allowed it. A carefree friendship with light banter - someone that bounced off of George’s energy perfectly. Someone that could tell just by the way George said “ Hello ” through a shitty London microphone what kind of mood George was in that day. Quackity was similar to Dream in the sense that he’d read George like a book without George even having to ask - but without the added weight of  romantic feelings making this confusing and messy. There’s a duck shaped hole in George’s heart - one that he’s been desperately trying to fill - one that he’s wishes Gia would fill, and yet, she’s failing too.

 

Sensing something is wrong, Gia calmly approaches George, she treats him like a scared cat - not knowing which action will make him jump and retreat. Her hands gently rubbing his shoulders, urging him to relax while she leans down to place a gentle kiss on his temple, his cheek, and eventually his lips. It’s a quick peck, nothing too pushy, more of a flirtatious gesture - an invitation for something more - George, desperate to forget, desperate for intimacy, accepts. Only when a hand skirts up his inner thighs does he put a stop to it.

 

“No nonono- cuddle?” —  he says against breath her lips, — “sleep?”

 

“Yeah- okay yeah,” — she replies, a hint of disappointment, while breathless, clearly thinking this was going somewhere different. 

 

George curls up to his left, a silent plea of wanting to be the one hugged, the one protected from the world, the one receiving the love and intimate affections. It takes a little while for Gia to realize the arrangement, she quietly shifts and hugs him by the waist - a stark difference to the hands that laid there before her. 

 

This isn’t exactly what George wanted - it isn’t what he needed from her at this moment. He wanted to talk about how much he missed people like Hannah and Tubbo, two ghosts he saw walking through the convention today, along with a few other ghosts with friendly faces he saw on banners being advertised. He wanted to talk about how he misses gossiping at parties. How he misses late game nights. How he misses simpler times. George lays wondering if he’d feel this lonely if he had just ignored Gia and went directly to Dream’s room, if Dream would know what George needed without saying a word. If Dream would’ve hugged him while they slept - those questions are kept locked away in George’s heart. 

 

A few days later, a call going through George’s Do-Not-Disturb woke him up. A panicked Dream on the other end begged George for help, that it couldn’t wait and to meet at his parent’s hotel room because it was the only “ safe place to talk about this ”. A confused George made his way to the correct floor and hotel door, and before he could even knock, the door flew open and a hand yanked him inside. 

 

“Dream what the f-”

 

“George I- I don’t know what the fuck to do- I’m just- fuck George, why does this always happen?!” — Dream paced around the room with his hands in his hair, messing up the pretty honey blonde curls he got cut just a few days before this trip.

 

“Dre- Dream! Calm down- Dream , hey look at me, calm down” —  George settles a hand on Dreams shoulder, gently massaging the area. — “Sit down- tell me from the start what’s going on.”

 

With one final breath to steady himself, Dream finally sits down on the bed. — “I just- I don’t know what to do…” Dream says, sounding smaller than usual.

 

George takes a seat on the bed beside him, the hand resting on his shoulder slowly coming down to rest on his lower back for comfort.

 

“She wasn’t supposed to like- Say anything! Fuck, I knew this was a mistake- fuck why didn’t I listen to- she was supposed to only help my parents with the merch, not fucking- Expose everything! ” — Dream finished, sighing. 

 

It took a couple of seconds for George to understand what the jumbled mess meant, remembering key details he’d rather pretend didn’t exist. Dranart as George liked to call her - not really liking to use her name as it reminded him of ghosts from the past - was Dream’s latest blonde somethingship. George liked her better when she was just a friend that liked DNF fanart on Dream’s art account. Liked her better when she became another employee at DreamBranding, helping with ideas. He liked her better when he didn’t walk in on the two looking like they were trying to eat each other alive 2 months ago. George wasn’t jealous - no, that’s- No. He just missed not dreading her existence whenever she was beside Dream. 

 

Dream’s whore phase was… easier to digest to say the least. Random hookups whenever they travelled wasn’t the same as knowing she was a phone call away from showing up at their house. George wonders if Dream kept their unspoken date promise whenever he saw the two leave the house for hours. George wonders if Dream is keeping his heart safe this time around, from ex-situationships misinterpreting what he wanted, therefore feeling validated in exposing Dream’s privacy to abusive relationships he couldn’t escape. George wonders which category this one will end up falling into - even though they’ve known her for years, George can’t help but worry, knowing how often people’s true colors come out when they eventually get rejected by Dream. 

 

“I didn’t know you guys were serious like that…” — George tried to sound nonchalant, but he knows Dream can read him like a book. He’s thankful when Dream doesn’t confront him about the insecurity in his voice.

 

“We’re not- at least we weren’t supposed to be! She just- fuck George- She wasn’t supposed to- It was supposed to be exclusive, but more relaxed this time. She wasn’t supposed to make herself known like that- She was supposed to only help around and not like- permanently cement her face as Dranart: The Person That Knows Everything Dream Related! Fuck, George I don’t know what to do- You know people recognize her and apparently she’s been like- telling people stuff about me and when I ask her she doesn’t give me a straight answer- I had to find out through fucking twitter dms! I don’t need another thread cancelling me because they know who she is- those like- stalker blogs are already talking because they recognize her- life is finally working out for me, George- I don’t know what to do…” — Dream’s head returns to his hands, as defeated as ever. 

 

George thinks the answer is simple- and pretty easily avoidable if he’s being honest, but that isn’t what Dream needs right now - he’ll chew Dream a new one for being a dumbass only thinking with his dick another time, right now Dream needs solutions. 

 

“Get ahead of the rumors” — George concludes quite frankly. Dream’s head looks up, teary-eyed but confused — “Post pictures with her- not like super romantic or whatever- just enough that people assume it as a hard launch, then you’ll have control of the narrative. If things don’t work out you can pretend she’s a friend and don’t need to delete anything.” 

 

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” — Dream asks wary — “Like sure sure?”

 

George knows what Dream means. Dream isn’t asking if the idea will have negative consequences to the public, he’s asking if George is okay with him hard launching. He’s asking George for permission . Dream that tweets out he’s not participating in pride month. Dream that said the middle of June feels different. Dream that, despite saying he’s Not Gay, always has a gay sweet spot for George. It always circles back to George when it comes to Dream and his heterosexual relationships, funnily enough. 

 

“Yeah, I’m sure.”  — George says, an equal “ as long as you’re not mad at me ” glance is easily interpreted by Dream. George’s “ I’m sorry for lowkey hard launch through tiktok” is exchanged as quietly as Dream’s “ I’m sorry for bringing her here in the first place.” 

 

And with the worst idea George has ever had implanted in Dreams brain - a photo dump was posted. George wonders if Dream had felt the same feeling of ice cold water being dumped through his veins when his tiktok with Gia was posted. George wonders if Dream’s newest relationship he’s known to be on and off throughout the years - barely enough to even be considered a situationship, more known to be a friendship than anything else - will even last long. Hell, she’s been a fan account admin for probably 10x longer than they have been romantically involved. A fan turned friend from being in the same minecraft circles - a friend of a friend if you will. Her tiktoks about being friends with Dream still fresh on his mind after four years. He knows she’s stuck beside Dream during all of these controversies. He’s sure she’s going to treat him like he deserves - unlike past girls, she’ll let him yap his heart out about whichever topic is on his mind that day - similarly to how George treats Dream. He’s more so worried about if their original dynamic will be their downfall. He wonders where the line between parasocial ends and true love starts. Where the overly excited fan gets resurrected into oversharing and being overbearing. He wonders if Gia entering the picture has anything to do with how fast things moved between Dream and Dranart . George can only count the days until this dating-cold-war with Dream ends.

 

If George is secretly smiling when the hard launch blows up in Dream’s face, that isn’t anyone’s business. 

 

Back in Florida, the awkward tension doesn’t seem to get much better - doesn’t help when George’s medium average-sized Friend decides to act up one fateful day. He woke up with morning wood - not uncommon, he’s thankful Gia decided to sleep in the guest house that night, since it would’ve been awkward to explain away. He tries to solve his problem with a quick wank in the shower, he doesn’t want to use the usual thoughts and memories he uses to pleasure himself while Gia is under the same roof - it feels like cheating in some sort of weird way - even though no one would ever know if George never told anyone, but George would rather not risk having a Friend C twitter thread about himself if somehow someday Elon Musk creates a microchip that reads his mind. With now a picture of Elon Musk giving Gia a thumbs up in his head, George is officially limp and with blue balls. Hurray… He’s also starving which makes finding some breakfast- or brunch or whatever name the meal has depending on the time it is- Oh 11pm ? Yeah that’s enough time to still be considered breakfast by George’s standard. The kitchen isn’t empty, Gia is sitting by the counter, sipping what looks to be a homemade smoothie while scrolling through tiktoks. Sapnap must’ve made extra for her, since around this time he’s probably working out with his trainer - he’s proud of Sapnap’s dedication to better himself and his health despite rather being caught dead on the toilet butt naked before saying that to his face - Elvis died like that according to a tiktok Dream sent him with the caption “you lol”.  

 

He sits beside her after finding his new favorite cereal brand - he’s glad Dream remembered to buy more of this brand after George ate a small packet in the Vidcon hotel breakfast bar. Gia shows him some tiktok’s and they laugh together - this is the Gia he loves spending time with, the one that will laugh at unserious videos with him, the one that makes him feel light, the one that reminds him of the ghost of a dark haired spanish speaking friend he let go. His thoughts don’t last long as he hears two pairs of footsteps walking into the kitchen. To his surprise, Dream also decided to work out and he’s- Holy Cow . He’s shirtless. And sweaty . And shirtless . He’s seen Dream shirtless before, various stages of undress actually, what he hasn’t seen before is Dream post-workout after his surgery - sweaty and shirtless. George doesn’t know if it’s because he’s pent up from his awful morning shower or if the gods have decided to play an evil prank on him - but his Friend decides it’s a great time to perk up and try and see for himself what George is drooling over. George tries to discreetly adjust his situation by pulling his Friend under his waistband, forever thankful for his huge oversized shirts for covering what needs to be covered. He thinks he’s succeeded without being caught because Dream doesn’t seem like he suspects a thing - Dream, with his big broad shoulders and cute back freckles, Dream with his slutty man-waist, binded chest and strong arms. 

 

Dream has talked about getting another skin removal surgery, his chest, arms and legs would be the next likely candidates. George doesn’t really seem to notice or think it’s necessary aesthetic-wise, but Dream has talked about having sensory issues with his chest and the tight binder-like sports bra he uses whenever he works out. He's trying to fill in the skin space with muscle, but it’s a long process. George thinks back to when the chain he so dearly loved started giving him sensory issues. It broke his heart when his body seemingly started rejecting the very thing that reminded him of Dream’s promise, but at the end of the day George could remove the chain and still have Dream. Dream can’t exactly put his droobies on a nightstand like George did. George wishes he could though, he’d love to steal Dream’s droobies and take a nap on them again - they’re awfully comfortable to lay on - but George supports whichever decision helps Dream feel more physically comfortable. He’ll never forget how destroyed Dream was the week after a shitty one night stand that, not only made him take his shirt off before he had surgery, but straight up left after seeing what he looked like. George saw first hand bad habits he had only heard about in discord calls play out in front of him. 

 

He tried his best to help Dream out of this dark place.

 

You’re beautiful — was what the handwritten note George left with every meal he brought to Dream’s office said.

 

You’re loved — was the note he’d slip under Dream’s door in the mornings before he woke up.

 

I still find you hot — was the one George gave Dream head on while drunk at a party. The note was stashed in his pocket - sober-George not having the courage to add it to today’s lunch - drunk-George, on the other hand, knew exactly what to do. George can’t exactly remember the consequences of such a bold action, but the following week Dream was back to normal.

 

George has to agree with the stans on this one - It should be illegal for Dream to experience any kind of sadness. 

 

The day passes slowly, George’s Friend calms down significantly after Dream goes back to his editing cave, going through the soundtrack for his upcoming video. George loves Dream's editing choices - he’s improved so much from the days George had to beg for Dream to edit for him on stream. At night Sapnap and Gia join him outside to roast some s’more’s. Dranart , despite being invited, claimed to be sick and wouldn’t be joining them - if George secretly smiled at the news, it wasn’t anyone’s business. Her not moving into what essentially is a frat house was George’s biggest victory - Yes she’d showed up sometimes but it never lasted more than 24h, Dream always going back to work in one way or the other and her doing the same. They’d work in silence in Dream’s office - funnily enough, always mirroring invitations George received from Dream after she’d leave the house. There’s alcohol and a fire pit for their S’more’s. Sapnap offers a hit of his vape around, George accepts despite hating the taste Blue Razz Sapnap enjoys for some odd reason. Hah - Razz. Rizz. Sapnap doesn’t have a lot of rizz, maybe that’s why he needs to inhale blue rizz. George has natural blue rizz, he doesn’t need to take any artificial enhancements. Plus it’s not George’s fault it’s hilarious to put your fist in the air and say “choo choo” while blowing smoke out of your mouth and nose - this bit makes Dream laugh, which is worth it, even if that includes the lecture about lung health George gets every time.

 

George is distracted thinking about what part Dream must be editing right now when he’s rudely interrupted by a flying stick. 

 

“What the fuck Sapnap?! You almost blinded me” — George says knowing full well the stick hit his shin and nowhere near his eyes. 

 

“Boohoo” — Sapnap replies with an eye roll — “ Now stop being a pussy and tell us what you think.” 

 

“About..?” — George gestures his hand expectantly. 

 

“II told you he wasn’t listening” — Gia says, raising her eyebrow at Sapnap. 

 

“Ass or titties George?” — Well. That wasn’t exactly what he expected.

 

“Your mum” — George says triumphantly. Fucking got ‘em . 

 

“C’mon man, be seriously — Sapnap says, seemingly trying to calculate how far he’d have to run to avoid a counter attack from Dream if he were to slap George for this slight inconvenience. 

 

“I am being serious, your mum ” — George responds as if it’s a hill he’s willing to die on. 

 

“Whatever, all I know is I’m right when I say tits are better” — Sapnap says with his hands up. 

 

“What? No-” — Gia affirms shaking her head — “Asses are like- universally better. Tits are only good if they’re small.”

 

“Woah woah what?! Of course not-“ — Sapnap says, now sitting with his back fully off the seat, he looks exactly like when it’s the last lap in Mario Kart and George is in 1st place. This man is about to prove a point. 

 

“First of all- all boobs are great boobs, no discrimination there on my part! Big boobs are great to lay on, play with like” — And then he proceeds to do a jiggle motion with his hands extended- Nope. Didn’t need that visual ingrained in George’s mind.

 

“Okay okay we got it-“  — George says interrupting the freak show he’s unknowingly paid front row tickets to- he wonders if he can still get his money back.

 

“Small boobs are so much better though!” — Gia continues expressively the conversation George wishes he wasn’t a part of — “Big boobs get all like- saggy and ugly. It’s not even a guarantee her boobs will be small if she loses weight, sometimes it’s just these gross skin lumps-“

 

With one swoop George gets out of his seat and marches into the house. George had heard enough and needed to get inside before the alcohol in his system said something he couldn’t take back. He sympathizes with Gia’s struggles with her body and knows she isn’t an evil villain, but he just can’t stand hearing her put down other women's bodies - especially when the body she was putting down mirrored Dream’s so closely. “ Saggy and Ugly” was how she described it. He continues his path until he’s hopping on a familiar single sized bed after being let in with a silent nod and smile. He has never been so glad Dream was huddled up in his editing cave, headphones in and unaware of the horrors of the outside world. 

 

George loved Dream’s chest. Dream’s chest is a good chest. One late night while cuddling, after George convinced Dream it was safe in his room without a shirt and a binder, Dream let George touch his chest. It wasn’t anything sexual, it was more intimate than that - letting someone touch the most vulnerable part of you, one that they know you’re insecure about. George knew how big this was for Dream, so he took it with a delicate stride, his head resting on Dreams bicep, with one hand placed in the center of Dreams chest, right above his fast beating heart, George closed his eyes. He felt the rise and fall of Dream’s chest, his heartbeat slowly but surely going back to a resting rhythm. He moved across slowly, feeling how the skin moved with his hand near his nipple, he felt the faint scattered hairs all around. Stretch marks that never faded brought an extra texture to George’s fingertips. An intimate moment George holds dear to his heart, one he’d think was a dream if not for the fact that Dream started wearing his shirt and binder combo less and less around George. A silent victory for security .

 

The breakup caught George by surprise. In all honesty, George is more surprised his relationship was the one that went up in flames first . He knew it wasn’t going to last - he didn’t expect it to last at all. He needed someone and the convenience was comfortable, it was welcomed . Despite knowing this day would come, that Gia would either find someone new or she’d finally get sick and tired of George’s Friend not being able to step up and satisfy her the way he should’ve. What George didn’t expect was the breakup happening the day she left for Spain. He wasn’t surprised she still wanted to be friends, playfully mentioning their CSGO nights with Sapnap. But what George didn’t expect was a final hug and a whispered “I hope you find the truth inside of you soon. You won’t be happy until you do” . With a kiss on his cheek as a farewell, she was gone. 

 

George was stunned, he didn’t exactly understand what she meant by what she said- He won’t be happy until he finds the truth inside of him- What the fuck does that mean?! George entered the main house confused, the cryptic words rattling in his skull until his head hurt. Fuck this. George doesn’t have time to keep deciphering hidden codes like he’s Nicholas Cage trying to steal the Declaration of Independence - he needs to at least have something in his stomach if he’s gonna keep thinking about what the hell is apparently making him unhappy. With two eggs cracked in the pan, George starts reflecting on what exactly that unhappiness could be. There are a lot of things that make George unhappy, Sapnap going into his room and touching his stuff is one thing - but he doesn’t think Gia was talking about that… George also gets pretty unhappy when Dream ignores him- but that could just be because George likes Dream's attention and Dream likes giving it to George, so obviously when that balance is broken it’s going to upset George - so with that trail going nowhere, we’re back to square one. 

 

Okay, there’s also when George’s fishing line gets stuck in debris - yeah that one upsets George plenty, once he was so overwhelmed all day he started crying quietly while he cut the line - god that was a horrible day. George had tried to distract himself with fishing while Dranart was in the house. It was the same day Dream had asked him for The Chain back. George had taken it off due to genuine sensory issues, but he wonders if his body was trying to warn him before his heart knew what was coming. It was the day George realized it didn’t belong to him - The Chain… Dream’s lov- It was the day George broke it and blamed it on Milo. It was the day George fished for 18 hours straight. It was the day George considered becoming one with the fish in the musty Florida waters. Fishing became George’s escape when things started to get more serious between the other two. He even took Gia once, to see if he could have company one particular day when he didn’t want to be stuck with his thoughts. George wonders if Gia connected the dots, the truth being he despised Dream's girlfriend. What if that’s the truth he needs to find?

 

Before his train of thought could become productive enough for him to find His Truth, heavy footsteps down the hall broke him from his trance. Sapnap had taken Gia to the airport, he had a flight to catch to Greece - a week long getaway with his dad to see some extended family. So the only option left was… 

 

“Dream?” —  George asks confused — “Aren’t you supposed to be at your parent’s house today?”

 

“Oh no yeah- I had to postpone because of a meeting but uh- I started smelling smoke so I came here to see if I felt anything on and uh- is that on purpose or…?”

 

“Wha-“

 

Shit Fuck Shit. 

 

“ Dream my eggs! Dream don’t just- fucking help me you idiot! Dream stop laughing this isn’t fuckin- this isn’t funny Dream my eggs- look at them Dream they’re burnt to a crisp” — George’s accent coming out strong the more he spoke while Dream’s laughter echoed through the empty walls of the house and of George’s heart, fuck he missed that laugh. 

 

“Geor- George you’re such a fucking idiot ! Why weren’t you paying attention?!” — Dream is barely catching his breath while clutching at his stomach from laughing. — “It looks like you’re eating minecraft coal - even the shape is the same”! — another guttural laugh making its way out of Dreams soul.

 

You look gorgeous like this — George thought. 

 

And with the grace of a thousand gazelles being trapped between a lion and a giant boulder, George delivers the next best thing, instead of the truth that he was reminiscing on one of the worst days of his life. 

 

“Gia broke up with me” — George answers, better to rip this bandaid off now. 

 

“Wait what?” — Dreams face falls instantly — “George, you’re joking right? Don’t joke about these things. You aren’t serious, right ?” 

 

“I’m not joking I just- I don’t really want to talk about it if that’s okay.” — George doesn’t know exactly if he’s feeling sad or not, either way Dream's comfort is more than welcomed. 

 

“Oh George… ” — Dream walks closer embracing George in one fell swoop — “I’m so sorry… if you need to talk I’m here, okay?” — Dreams lips graze George’s hair as he speaks. And if George feels a kiss being pressed to his head, one that was enough to make his whole body feel warm and tingly, that’s no one’s business.

 

A few nights later, a knock at George’s door distracts him from his tiktok feed. 

 

“Come in” — George yells, knowing there’s only one person in the house right now.

 

“Hi…” — Dream shyly peaks his head in — “Do you wanna like… hang out? I know it’s been a while since we had fun just the two of us- and I thought, since you know the house is empty, with Tony and Blake visiting family too- I don’t know I just thought we could, like- talk and hang out … I bought some fancy cheese and wine too as a bargaining chip if that helps?” — Dream concludes his small ramble by lifting up a grocery bag with the contents he promised. 

 

“Yeah sure I- yeah just give me a minute and I’ll come right down.”  — George will need to at least put on some pants for this.

 

“ Oh okay yeah- I’ll meet you downstairs?” — Dream says, he seems… on edge… but George can’t exactly understand why. 

 

“Yeah.” — George says nodding with a smile.

 

 

George finds Dream setting their wine cups on the small glass table in front of their couch, an assortment of fancy cheese and crackers on a wooden cutting board. George scoffs at the sight. Simp.

 

“Oh hey”! — Dream clumsily stands up straight, almost knocking over the wine glasses he just poured. 

 

“Hi.”— George greets him down the stairs, trying his best to stifle his laughter at the silly sight. 

 

George makes his way to the sofa, he takes a seat in his usual spot, close to the corners of the L shaped sofa. Ha - the sofa is a literal L. 

 

“What are you smiling about?” — Dream asks, inquisitively raising an eyebrow. 

 

“Nothing… Just that you’re an L. ”

 

“Wha- How am I an L ?” — Dream scoffs. 

 

“How are you not an L ? Bro bought fancy cheese to eat at home alone with his roommate… that’s kind of an L , Dream.” — George concludes, sometimes you gotta get hit with friendly fire to win a war. 

 

“You’re so stupid- If I’m an L then you’re an even bigger L for agreeing to hang out with me!” — Dream says triumphantly. 

 

“Maybe I am… or maybe you’re just saying that to make yourself feel better” — George felt as if that comeback was kind of… shit… if he’s being honest, but he’s eating fancy cheese and sipping on even fancier wine he knows Dream never brings out unless for special occasions. Strange . George thinks. Why the fuck did he open this wine then? 

 

“So… To whomst do I owe thy pleasure?” — George says, crossing his legs and sipping at his wine dramatically. 

 

Dream chokes on his wine realizing George is in one of those moods. This is going to be a fun night. 

 

“Nothing… I just wanted to hang out- like I said it’s been a while since it’s been just us two and I don't know- I kind of missed it and I thought we both could use something to cheer us up” — Dream says getting one of the crackers off the platter to eat. Woah - Dream eating a cracker… that’s like cannibalism if you think about it. 

 

“ Cheer up ?” — George scoffs, he’s been pretty chill with the house quiet like it has been recently. — “Why, are you sad or something?” 

 

“ Me? What- no why would you- do I seem sad?” — Dream choked out weirdly defensively — “No I mean- Didn’t Gia break up with you this week? I’m sorry, I know you said you didn’t want to talk about it- I just wanted to do something nice.” 

 

Oh yeah , George kind of forgot he was supposed to be sad about that… in all honesty George hasn’t really thought about it since the day it happened. It doesn’t really even feel like a proper breakup, she’s still his friend and they even played CSGO the night before- they just aren’t romantically intimate anymore and George is more than happy with that.

 

“Thank you for, you know …” — George gestures vaguely — “all of this.”

 

“Yeah of course…” — Dreams smiles, he’s leaning back now, with his back hitting the cushion softly — “So uhm… What do you wanna do?”

 

“ Me? ” — George asks amused, his feet now up on the couch and his body turning to his left to face Dream — “ You’re the one that asked me to hang out.” 

 

“I was thinking- don’t laugh” — Dream says with his lips turning upwards, seems like he’s the one trying not to laugh. — “I was thinking we could play 21 questions.” 

 

“Excuse me- what ?!” — George exclaims, breaking out in laughter, tears already forming in the corner of his eyes — “Bro thinks he’s 16 again- Br- Bro’s like, who do you have a crush on” — George says in his best American-Dream accent. 

 

“Oh my god stop - you’re such an idiot I didn’t- stop laughing I just mean like- it’s been a while since we’ve talked and it could be a fun way for us to get to catch up!” — Dream ends cheerfully, he’s really trying to sell George on this idea. 

 

“Okay okay!”— George says with his hand fully extended in the air, careful not to drop his wine glass that’s precariously dangling in between his thumb and index finger — “I’ll start, why do you really want to play 21 questions?” 

 

Dream sighs. Got ‘em

 

“It’s just- I haven’t talked to you in a while and I really miss it… You went to Argentina and I got busy with fusion- then Gia came and Vidcon happened- it’s just been a while since we had time together- like just us. No Sapnap or Tony or Blake- just good ol’ Dream and George- Dee en eff.” — Dream concludes exaggeratingly pouting his lips with the enunciation of each word. 

 

George nods in acknowledgment, he’s missed time alone with Dream too and he knows Dream knows that. 

 

“Your turn” — George says nodding to Dream. 

 

“Okay uhm.. What’s the coolest fish you’ve caught?” — Dream asks, trying his best to seem casual. What the hell is Dream doing?

 

“Wasn’t a fish- but it was a baby crocodile- you know this story I told it on stream” — George wonders if this is Dream’s grand idea, his master plan to talk to George about these past few months- to “ hang out” . These are questions he would expect from an AMA on twitter.

 

“My turn. If you want to hang out more with me, then why don’t you make the effort?” — Maybe it’s the wine giving him confidence, maybe it’s George’s lack of caring, but all he knows is that he’s feeling dangerous tonight — “I mean- you were pretty clear with spending 90% of your time with your girlfriend - so how much does that leave with me ?” 

 

“ Ex… girlfriend.” — Dream says bluntly, not looking George in the eyes. 

 

“What-“

 

“Ex-girlfriend. I broke it off with her earlier today…” — George can see the pain in Dream's eyes. Well now George kind of feels like an asshole for bringing it up in the first place.

 

“Dream. Dream . What the fuck happened ?” — George is settling his wine glass down for this one. He needs to be fully locked in to know how exactly the Gods answered his prayers- or it could’ve been the demons that finally heard him. 

 

“Not your turn to ask questions, idiot.” — Dream says, winking, he’s trying to find humor as if he isn’t holding back tears. As if George can’t literally see his eyes watering and his nose getting redder. He guesses he’ll entertain Dream’s idiocy with an eye roll and scoff.

 

“Fine. Ask away your pressing Georgenotfound Lore questions chat! ” — George says, making his voice animated as if he’s speaking to his stream. 

 

“Why did you and Gia break up?” — Dream asks cautiously. 

Well shit. 

 

“I’ll give you another question if you let me respond that one after a few more cups of wine.” — George says with an eyebrow raise as he sips more of the dark liquid. Yes stalling- like that’s a great idea. He hopes if he looks Dream in his eyes with an irresistible pitiful look, it’ll be enough for Dream to accept his proposition - If he’s going to expose himself might as well be a little more wine drunk to soften the blow.

 

“Okay deal . What’s the real reason you started fishing?” — Dream says it in a challenging voice, as if he’s daring George to be truthful. He’s heard the exact tone before while placing stupid bets in minecraft. 

 

And since George is no man to back away from a challenge, he answers truthfully. He can’t run away from a question twice in a row. 

 

“To get away.” — Simple. Direct. To the point. 

 

“From who? Me? ” — Dream follows up sounding desperate and heartbroken. He’s looking right at George with those giant pathetic wet puppy dog eyes. Fuck George can’t take this. 

 

“No- no just. Not only you- I needed to get away from… Her . With you .” — George isn’t looking in Dream's direction anymore. He doesn’t think he can bare his heart out if he does 

 

“I couldn’t stand seeing you two all like…” — George gestures vaguely, he really wishes Dream would interrupt him right now. — “…like that . And don’t give me that look- you know what That means. You know, Dream, stop pretending that you don’t.”

 

“Like us .” — Dream says with a sigh. —“ George I’m just- fuck George I’m sorry.” 

 

“Don’t- just.” — George needs more wine, so that’s how he ends up with another full cup. — “Just let me ask my next question-”

 

“We don’t have to keep playing if you don’t-”

 

“Shut up. I’m not done playing this stupid game just because You’re done.” — George doesn’t know if they’re talking about 21 Questions anymore. — “Why did you feel the need to go after hookups after I got here?”

 

“Because I wanted something else and I knew I couldn't have it- I just- I never had the normal sex experience when I was a teen, George. You know what i looked like and how hard it was for me- I just wanted the fucking attention I never got-” — George knows Dream’s anger isn’t directed at him, it’s directed at the world . — “I just wanted to feel wanted . I know that’s a pathetic fucking reason but it’s the truth. And it all blew up in my face.”

 

Behind the back of the sofa, both arms hidden from view - George’s fingers grazes Dream’s hand, gently prodding to get his attention. The silent gesture meaning Comfort. It’s Okay. I understand you. All at once.

 

“Your turn.” — George reminds him with a kind smile. The type of Dream smiles George reserves only for him.

 

“Why did you send me notes?” — Dream's hand plays with George’s fingers behind the cushions. — “Don’t give me that look. Stop- Okay I know why idiot, I just wanted to hear you say it.” 

 

“Because you deserve to be loved. Because you kept looking for love in the wrong place and got hurt- you didn’t deserve that.” — George hopes this answer will suffice, he feels like the cheese and crackers in his stomach will want to come back out if he continues.

 

Dream hums in acknowledgment, he seems to be satisfied with George’s answer. 

 

“Why did you touch me in front of the mirror?” — George's body gets chills remembering the physical intimacy. 

 

“Because I was worried you were starting to feel like me. I wanted you to feel loved too- not disgusted with your own skin- I know I did too much. It was stupid and- impulsive but I needed you to know.” — Dream’s hand is fully holding George’s hand- and he lets him. 

 

“Dream, Dream, Dream ” — George says, shaking his head — “Quite impulsive aren’t you ?”

 

“Are you trying to steal an extra question?” — Dream says smirking flirtatiously. 

 

“Just making an astute observation.” — George says while leaning over the table to eat more cheese, hand leaving Dream’s for a second before coming back to their secret arrangement. He grabs an extra slice of cheese- he thinks it’s Gouda. Ha . Good-Ah. He offers the Good-Ass cheese to Dream which the other accepts by simply opening his mouth so George can feed it to him. Simple little domestic moments that warm George’s heart. A little sign that means hope.

 

“Why did you call her Dranart instead of her real name?” — Dream says a little more serious than before, his eyebrows slightly creasing in confusion. 

 

“What? You wanted me to call her Heart or something?” — George answers sarcastically. 

 

“Wha- No you idiot ” — Dream is laughing now, that stupid Dream laugh where he uses his whole body. — “She has a name- like a real actual human name - not a stupid nickname stans made up.” 

 

“ WOW . Dream said Heart isn’t a real name.” — George said in a monotone voice, immediately changing into a forced American one — “Gu- Guys let’s cancel ‘em.”

 

“You’re avoiding the question idiot .” — Dream says, he rolls his eyes lightheartedly, far too familiar with George’s antics.

 

“That name is cursed - I’d rather not have that type of energy latched onto us, Dream .” — George knows he’s being silly, but he hopes Dream understands deep down what he means with cursed. It means the name hurts to say. It means if he said it she’d be permanent in his life too. It means George, a man that’s not religious, prayed she’d be temporary. 

 

“Were the songs really about her, or did you lie to me?” — George remembers clear as day. “Friend you met a year ago that you’re absolutely in love with as a person” suddenly being retconned to be about someone else. The day Dream made that statement, he cried in Gia’s arm after she tried to console him with sex - he only ended up blue-balled and humiliated. 

 

“I really fucked up that week.”  — Dream starts, he takes a second to collect his thoughts before sighing. — “She wanted reassurance that I wasn’t- I wasn’t gonna leave her after the backlash… I didn’t think it through- I just thought of my two most romantic songs and pretended it was about her- but then reddit pointed out the timelines and I knew I fucked up- I tried deleting it but it was too late. We fought that night- she accused me of cheating - when I didn’t! It was the same night you came into my office and stayed with me while I edited. I didn’t say anything but you just- being there helped me so much… you have this.. calming aura to you.”

 

“Bro said he likes my aura.” — George says smirking. He gets a soft kick out of Dream. 

 

“I didn’t- I didn’t think things would spiral like it did- I should’ve just shut up but I kept trying to defend myself- and then she wanted me to defend her too.” — Dream leans over to pick at the cheese remaining on the board. — “I just should’ve taken reddit’s advice and shut the fuck up.”

 

“It wouldn’t be you without your stubbornness.” — George says stealing the cheese from Dream's hand. 

 

“Yeah I guess… ” — Dreams says, thoughtful, probably reflecting about that horrid week. — “I don’t want to sound like- egotistical, but did you get with Gia to make me jealous?”

 

“No- no not entirely…” — George says, trying his best to remember how things even began. — “At first yes, I- when I tried to make you jealous that obviously didn’t work. You didn’t even seem to care . Then when Gia came to visit- things just happened . It wasn’t like- planned or anything. We just became closer and things escalated. It was a nice distraction- she’s a good friend despite you know… She isn’t an evil person- she’d just- attack people as some sort of weird… defense mechanism - which isn’t right, but I ignored it. I- I liked the distraction so I ignored it…”

 

“Yeah- yeah that makes sense.” — Dream nods in agreement. — “I’ve definitely done stupider things for a distraction- so no judgement here.” 

 

George’s lips quirk up a little - at least he knows he isn’t alone in the thinking-with-your-dick department. Even though his stopped working a month into hooking up- but that detail isn’t important right now - it’s George’s turn to get some answers.

 

“So… why did you two break up?” — George knows it’s a loaded question that probably has answers he can only wish in his heart to know. 

 

“Because I'm stupid- and impulsive .” — Dream starts with a sigh. He downs the rest of wine in his cup like a shot while George takes small sips of his. George squeezes the hand he’s holding as a sign of Go on, it’s okay.  

 

“I- I wanted people to get used to her so that’s why I asked her to help with the booth- I didn’t expect the rest to happen.” — Dream takes a deep breath — “I wanted the validation. I wanted people to like her because I knew you and Nick didn’t- and don’t try to deny it, I know you two had your issues with her- Okay not issues per say- but you guys were worried and you- you were right to be.”

 

George leans over to wipe a tear that falls from Dream’s eyes. The hard launch really did flop hard. L + Ratio. 

 

“Th- The more i tried to justify why I was with her, the more I realized I wasn’t with her for the right reasons.” — Dream pauses, calculating his next words — “I know this sounds stupid but I burnt myself out in 2 years after you got here- I face revealed and I was too much of a coward to do anything… I did everything I didn’t do as a teenager- and then I felt like I had to settle down.” 

 

“Bro speedran the average 16 to 24 year old experience.” — George says giggling, but still listening intently to what Dream is telling him. He knows what Dream means by being a coward, George can’t help but feel guilty he didn’t ever take the first step either. 

 

“Yeah- yeah I kind of did…” — Dream responds smiling. — “I was an idiot- it was just easy with her you know? I didn’t have to put any effort because she wanted to be near me- she never confronted me on anything- unlike you- you always challenge me George- you always make me work for what i want- I’m never bored with you- but things just kept escalating with her until I couldn’t do it anymore… Like sure the sex was fine but then I couldn’t fall in love with her. She wasn’t who I needed- I was with her because it was easy- and that wasn’t fair.”

 

George makes a face, he’d rather not know more about Dream’s sex life than he already does- all information he never asked for. 

 

“You did the right thing then.” — George says simply. — “Your turn.”

 

Dream pours himself a new glass of wine, filling George’s cup as he does. 

 

“I just- I gotta ask.” — Dream starts, he puts the wine glass down and narrows his eyes at George, seemingly trying to study his features for any micro reaction that could make him back away from asking the following question. — “You always took such good care of it- you had it for more than 2 years with no issue- How did Milo get ahold of your chain and break it?” 

 

“ I broke it.” — George says bluntly. Selfishly, he wants Dream to feel the coldness in his words. He wants Dream to feel the heartache it caused him. He wants Dream to understand how much pain he was in to the point of physically tearing a promise that tied them together. 

 

“You- you what ?” — Dream says exasperated. — “George I-“ 

 

“It’s still in the top drawer of my bedside table… I went to throw it in the lake where I fish- but I couldn’t do it.” — George admits, only the bass knew this secret. 

 

“Did you have to ask for the chain back?” — George feels hot tears running down his face as he finishes his last question of the night - he doesn’t know how much more he can take without spilling feelings left locked away for many years. 

 

“I- I didn’t want to. I- she asked for it back- like she- she was testing me! She wanted me to prove I wasn’t still in lov- fuck I- I’m so fucking sorry.” — Tears flow from the Dream’s face, the true weight of his actions dawning at him all at once. — I’m- I- Fuck George. 

 

What was supposed to be an innocent distraction almost destroyed the one true connection Dream has in his life and he wasn’t scared- he was terrified. The realization of how close he was to losing everything. Dream’s hand is tight on George’s, as if he’s scared of him running away. George stays put. Unlike other instances where he’d run off to LA to clear his head - he’s not going anywhere this time. 

 

“You can ask it now.” — George says, he’s giving Dream an Out. 

 

George is barely drunker than when the question was last asked. Hell, he’s probably more sober than ever after feeling like he’s been thrown into cold water.

 

“Can- can we hug first? I’m so fucking sorry George. I- I just really need to…” — Dream asks like he’s unsure what George’s reply will be. 

 

George is the first to initiate and he doesn’t let go. Their embrace - as silent as it is to their empty house - screams about their regrets , apologies , forgiveness and hope . After both have steadied their breathing, Dream is the first to pull back - resting a hand onto George’s cheek to wipe one last tear. A quiet “ I’m sorry” is mouthed. “I know, me too” is silently retributed.

 

“Do you think there’s any chance she’ll like- make an expose thread on you? You know how girls get when you leave them Dream- they’re so obsessed with your dick… your Drick . It’s like you’re giving them drick…. psychosis or something. Drick Psychosis - yeah- that’s what you give them.” — George feels like his third eye has opened with this epiphany. 

 

“You’re so-”  — Dream is cackling now, full on body-bending cackling. He looks like he’s been possessed with the spirit of laughter — “Oh my God . You’re such an idiot- no I didn’t give her Drick Psychosis . She said she wouldn’t- but she even agreed to sign an NDA.” 

 

“You made her sign an NDA ?!” — George wonders if Dream has lost his mind — “ Dream - what if people find out?” 

 

“That’s what the NDA is for, I can’t go into detail about her as much as she can’t go into detail about me- we mutually agreed on it.” — Dream says confidentially. All George can do is shake his head- he’s best friends with the biggest idiot in the world. 

 

With both their wine glasses settled down and a tray of crackers and cheese almost done with- the tension doesn’t feel as suffocating as it previously was. 

 

“Now tell me…”— Dream starts, dying to finally know. — “What’s the real reason you and Gia broke up?”

 

Well. It’s only fair George honors his part now too. 

 

“She- she never told me exactly why she wanted to break up with me.” — It isn’t exactly a lie… George bargains with himself, feeling the need to stall a little before he admits the truth to not only Dream, but to himself too. 

 

“I- fuck this is embarrassing- just promise not to laugh.”— George says looking Dream in the eyes- his pointer finger stretched out to Dream as if he’s scolding him. 

 

“ Oh c’mon now … you know I can’t promise that .” — Dream says smirking. George feels a shift… Dream’s using the extra -flirty voice he’d always use back in the day. 

 

“Fine.” — With a dramatic deep breath and sigh combo, George reveals it — “She broke up with me because I couldn’t get… hard… with her.” 

 

It isn’t the full truth, but it also isn’t a lie - George knows this. What George doesn’t expect is the reaction he gets. 

 

“What the fuck is wrong with her?!” — Dream says almost shouting. George is confused- what the fuck? — “I knew she was a body shaming bitch but this is low even for her! What the fuck George?!” 

 

Oh god. He’s misinterpreting what George meant- 

 

“Dream that’s not what I-”

 

“You don’t need to defend her George- That’s so fucking- who even does that?!” — Dream is now standing up, he’s pacing the living room like he’s in a heated debate- and the debate in hand is George’s own dignity. 

 

“I’m not defending her- That’s not what I-“ 

 

“George. George look at me. You don’t need to do anything to change yourself okay ? What she did is horrible - she shouldn’t be breaking up with someone just because of a medical issue ! How fucking shallow do you have to be?!” — Dreams hands are flying everywhere, from his hair to his sides to the air again. — “If you really want we can look up some doctors to help you- we can get you help if you want but you shouldn’t feel pressured into adhering to stupid- societal purity standards !” 

 

George has no idea where the fuck Dream learned those words, he doesn’t even know if he’s using them right - but he’s using them with enough confidence George will pretend to understand what he means. 

 

“I can’t believe she fucking - she broke up with you because of sex- you have so many amazing qualities- I could probably be here all day listing them- and she threw it all away ! Oh my god George .”  — George appreciates the ego boost Dream is giving him, but he can’t let the other keep on with this frustrated rambles about this when he’s wrong. 

 

“ Dream shut up! Just- just listen to me.”  — George says it loud enough that even Patches scurries away upstairs. Sorry Patchington… 

 

“Just… sit down .” — George says calmer. They both take a seat back at the couch, knees bumping as they mirror each other’s pose - with one leg on the sofa while the other was planted on the floor. 

 

“She broke up with me because I couldn’t get hard… with her ” — The implication loudly clear in George’s voice this time around — “She… I- I didn’t think she saw but- I got… excited… when you came back from a workout one day… she put two and two together before I did- “I hope you find the truth inside of you soon. You won’t be happy until you do”   was what she said before she left. I- I didn’t know what she meant but I think I do now… I think you do too. I think it applies to both of us actually…” 

 

For the first time in the night - Dream is silent . George starts… panicking a little. 

 

“If you don’t feel the same way just forget I said anything- fuck I’m sorry i don’t know why I said that last part- I should just g-“ — George starts standing up, the panic in his heart contradicting his brain telling him to stay. The innate instinct of wanting to run away coursing through his veins, making him shake with every breath. 

 

“ George no - just…” — Dream grabs George’s hand, stopping the man from running, slowly maneuvering him back to the couch. His other hand now resting on George’s knee. — “Just please tell me… am I too late ? Please I- I need to know- do We still have a chance?” 

 

“You’re such a fucking idio-“ — With impulsive control so poor he could’ve been mistaken for Dream- George grabs Dreams face and smushes their lips together. 

 

The kiss is… messy… disjointed… uncontrolled… but so fucking hot. Kind of like us — George thinks smiling to himself. 

 

It’s a kiss that tastes like a decade of yearning and weird jealousy games. It tastes of passion and desire , but with trust and need underneath it all. Clanking teeth and hands all up in George’s hair never tasted so good. Dream’s slightly open mouth, an invitation for George to conquer more. Mine. Mine. Mine. Being all that reverberates in his skull at the moment. 

 

George takes the lead, slowly pushing Dream back with a hand on his chest. Big hands making their way away from George’s hair and onto his waist - their home . George is fully straddling Dream by the time he’s fully hard- god it’s been years since George has felt this turned on from a simple make out session and with one quick wiggle, George can feel he’s not the only one affected by it. 

 

George is the one that breaks the kiss to simply look at the damage he’s done to Dream and god - how he wishes he could snap a picture of this moment to hang above his bed forever. Dream is panting, hair a complete mess and pupils fully blown out- he can barely see the green in the dim light - Dream’s red, plump, shiny lips being the biggest tell of their endeavor. George selfishly wishes someone would walk into them right now, simply because he wants to show off what effect He has on Dream.

 

Before George can think about traumatizing some poor soul some more, Dream is tugging George back for more. They slip into an easy rhythm of tongue swipes and hands exploring each other’s bodies - as natural as their back and forth banter. Bold hands find their way onto George’s ass, slipping under George’s short’s waistband and massaging the fat there - the hands squeezing and spreading his asscheeks making George’s hole flutter with desire. Wasting no time, George grinds down hard onto Dream’s erection, hot breathless moans slipping down into George’s throat. He starts kissing Dream’s neck, gently nibbling at the skin where his shirt’s collar has slightly slipped to the side. Meanwhile Dream’s hand is slowly moving, it slips under his underwear, kneading the meat of George’s ass. Fuck . Why did they wait so long?

 

As much as George really wants to get off right now, his brain is trying to be logical. It’s been years since George’s last experience with a guy- a drunk night in college being his last real experience. George wonders if he still remembers how to give head- surely it’s like riding a bike, right ? And then there’s Dream. He doesn’t know much experience Dream has in gay sex- surely not a lot. George would’ve definitely known by now if he did, be it from Dream himself - trying to make George jealous - or by a random twitter thread trying to cancel Dream for using too much teeth. 

 

“Drm’ Dre- Drm’ hey…” — George attempts to pry himself off Dream, a challenge considering he A) doesn’t want to and B) because Dream keeps chasing his lips. There’s a flash of panic in Dream’s eyes, George wonders if the younger thinks he’s rejecting his advances. — “I- I really want this- but is it okay if we… slowed down a bit?” 

 

Dream’s reaction - again - is not what George expected. 

 

“ Oh thank Fuck .” — Dream signs in relief, flopping his head backwards over the armrest while panting. — “I had no idea what the fuck I was doing.” 

 

George can’t take it anymore- he just starts maniacally laughing. 

 

“You’re such an idiot , Dream- what were you even gonna do?! Get me naked and just stare ?!” — George says accusatorially, not that he would mind being naked in front of Dream only for the man in front of him to eat George with his eyes - that actually sounds kind of hot thinking about it now- maybe another time.

 

“I don’t know- I’d figure it out when we got there!” — Dream says, hands up in the air dramatically while laughing at this ridiculous situation too. — “I wouldn’t leave you like- hanging or anything.” 

 

“Dream. Dream. Dream . Dumb. Dummy. Big dumb dummy dumb dumb .” — George says holding Dream’s face using both hands- he’s squishing him like an idiot-sandwich , using every pause to place a kiss on Dream’s face and finishing it off with a dramatically loud smooch to his lips. — Show me then. Prove it.

 

George knows Dream can never back away from a challenge- but tonight the surprises just keep coming. 

 

“I- I don’t know how…” — Dream sounds small… insecure . — “I’ve never done like- anything with a guy- I mean I've kissed guys but never… more…. I just- don’t want to mess things up, George .” 

 

“I’ll teach you.” — George is determined, he may be Dream’s first, but he’ll also make sure he’s his last . With a disappointed sound coming deep from Dream’s chest that George thinks wasn’t even supposed to come out, George slides off of Dream's lap, finally seeing with his own eyes the mess that was beneath him. Fuck he’s big.

 

“Starting off- i’m gonna need big-ego Dream to make a comeback.” — George slightly scoffs at his own joke — “I want you on top of me.”

 

Like a big puppy following orders- Dream obliges slightly clumsily. His knee hit’s George’s in a weird way that makes it sting and Dream’s hand gets stuck in between the couch cushions for a second while trying to adjust- but in the end he’s in position.

 

“Now- kiss me and do whatever you feel comfortable doing- I’ll tell you if it’s too much.” — George doesn’t think he’ll end up stopping Dream, as long as he can read Dream’s body language - looking for any sign of impulsiveness - he’ll know when to stop him. 

 

Dream gets to work, grinding down on George as the two continue to kiss - tongues fighting for dominance in George’s mouth. Moans escape his mouth with each grind and tongue swipe. A hand reaches under George’s shirt to take it off, momentarily breaking the kiss to get it around George’s head. To his surprise, Dream takes the opportunity to discard his own shirt without much fuss - George didn’t think it was possible to get even harder after seeing Dream’s confidence emerging. As a reward, George wraps his legs around Dream’s waist, intensifying an already overwhelmingly blinding pleasurable experience. George doesn’t know how much longer he can go without bursting- he prays that whichever demon broke up Dream and his girlfriend will come back to help hold back his orgasm.

 

Ironically, that’s exactly when Dream’s thrusts falter, hiding his face into George’s neck as he collapses with a final guttural moan. Did the demons fucking kill Dream?   

 

“Oh god…” — Dream mumbles. Phew he’s alive. — “I’m sorry I didn’t- I didn’t mean to cum in my pants… fuck that’s so embarrassing-“ 

 

“Embarrassing?” — George answers, laughing, flabbergasted. He hopes he didn’t pop Dreams ear drums with his mouth being right next to the other’s ear. — “Dream- that was so… hot .”

 

“Glad to know you still think I’m hot when I’m busting in my pants like a teenager.” — Dream says in a self deprecating manner. 

 

“ Ew - don’t make it weird.” — George says lightly slapping his shoulder. — “You- We never had the chance to do it back then… might as well do it now too since we can.”

 

Knowing your sexuality and deciding not to act on it is one thing. Only finding out in your 20s and having to play catch-up with those messy horny feelings as a teenager is a whole other story- and George sympathizes with Dream. George chose not to do anything until he was in college, Dream never got that choice. 

 

“Yeah- you’re right… just- thanks for not laughing and making me feel better about it.” — Dream says earnestly. 

 

“Anytime… Bro… ”— George says enunciating it in a way he knows will make Dream laugh. — “That’ll be 3.000 bucks please .” 

 

“You’re so stupid - I’m not paying you 3.000 dollars.” — Dream says lifting his head to meet George’s gaze. George wonders if the double chin he’s sporting while trying to look up at Dream is sexy. Knowing Dream, he’d probably say yes. 

 

“So how exactly are you going to pay for your premium therapy session?” — George says curiously, acting coy and innocent as if his… Friend… isn’t currently making a permanent indent in Dreams thigh.  

 

“Let me suck you off.” — Dream’s voice has never sounded so heavenly while pleading. — “You’ll have to like- teach me- but please George let me try.” 

 

“ Oh - yeah go ahead” — George is trying to not let the desperation be evident in his voice, but he doesn’t think he’s doing a good job. 

 

“Can we like- do it in my room? I just don’t want to have to explain any weird stains to my mom or Nick...” — Dream says already standing up, the stain in his sweats even more visible now. 

 

“Yeah- lead the way.” — George extends his hand without much thought, he only realizes the implication when Dream intertwines their fingers and leads them to his room - he’s glad the feeling is silently reciprocated.

 

George sits on the edge of mattress with the fancy speakers, he considers how funny it would be to have music playing while they- 

 

“I’m not putting on Heatwaves while i give you a blowjob.” — Dream says firmly while standing in between George’s legs. — “I know what you were thinking, don't even- don’t give me that look.”

 

“ Booo !” — George says while giving Dream his most dramatic thumbs down — “You’re already losing points. You’re an L. ”

 

“How am I- you’re such an idiot .” — Dream says while sliding down, his big hands engulfing George’s thighs that he uses to balance himself while he kneels in front of George. 

 

George shuts up quickly, the sight in front of him is… heavenly… Dream is sat on his knees in front of George, the mark on his collarbone starting to darken. George feels like he could climax by just looking at Dream like this - eyes wide and looking up, a soft dusting of color on his cheeks with matching pink lips swollen and wet with his spit. Fuck . He’s not lasting is he? 

 

“Just- do whatever feels right and I’ll correct any mistakes ‘kay ?” — George really doesn’t think he has enough braincells at the moment to give a full on lecture on the study of blowjobs- if he can last even 3 minutes he’ll consider that a personal victory. 

 

Dream nods in agreement and starts. He slowly takes George’s shorts off, George lifting his bum to make the job easier. George has a wet spot visible in the front of his boxers, and with a quick nod giving Dream authorization to touch him how he pleases, Dream's hand firmly squeezes George’s crotch. 

 

“Fuuu-ck” — George moans while he melts into the mattress. Make that 2 minutes - maybe 1 and a half if he’s lucky.

 

Dream, sensing George’s urgency, makes quick work of his boxers, discarding them in a similar direction as the brunette’s pants.. George hisses at the sudden change in temperature, with Dream understanding that the best way to heat George’s cock up is by wrapping his hand around it. Dream places gentle shy kisses at the head that’s slightly poking out of his fist - the size kink George didn’t know he had flaring up rapidly at the sight. 

 

 

Dream starts off slow, almost like he’s licking a popsicle with gentle sucking - slowly building enough confidence to stuff his mouth with George’s member. All of a sudden, a sharp way of pain causes George to hiss - Dream really would be cancelled for using teeth after all. 

 

 

Dream is off George immediately, already preparing to apologize when George interrupts with two fingers pressed against his lips. 

 

“Shhh… Just…” — George’s fingers doing most of the talking. His fingers slowly inserting themselves into Dreams mouth as he used his top lip to protect his top teeth. Then using his middle and pointer finger to trap Dream’s tongue in between them, slowly bringing it out to cover his bottom teeth. George’s eyes narrowed down at Dream’s. — Got it?” 

 

All Dream can do is nod, with his tongue out of his mouth being held by George’s two fingers, spit is starting to dribble out of his lips and into his chin and chest. - George has never seen a sexier, more pornographic sight in his life. 

 

The hand that taught Dream moving up to his curls, never pulling or pushing, just firm enough for George to ground himself. Dream goes back to his spectacle, achieving better results a lot faster than George expected - he’s a fast learner with only one thing on his mind. Making George cum.

 

George as expected… didn’t last. He doesn’t even think he made the 30 second mark. It all happened so fast with Dream sucking him off deliciously one second, then another with a swipe of his tongue in George slit - his vision went white and ears started ringing. His whole body feeling the hotness spread from the bottom of his belly, the tips of his feet and hands curling up involuntarily. George doesn’t know how long it took for him to gain consciousness again- his hand still in Dream’s hair while the man in front of him wipes his lips with the back of his hand. Wait- he fucking swallowed? If George wasn’t exhausted, he thinks he would’ve orgasmed again at the realization.

 

“I guess that proves it.” — Dream affirms confidently. George lifts himself slightly with his elbows, just enough to make a confused glance at Dream.

 

“Cumming that fast- you really do think I’m hot.” — Dream says smiling like he’s won the lottery.

 

“No shit idiot- that was… woah… ” — George doesn’t think the English lexicon has enough words to describe what he just experienced. — “You still have to pay extra for not playing Heatwaves though.” 

 

“You’re so…” — Dream says as he climbs on top, George already pulling his head down for a kiss.

 

“Wait st- you’re not gonna kiss me right ?” — Dream says, confused at George’s actions. George just stares back equally confused on why he wouldn’t kiss Dream right now. — “I just… you know …” 

 

“Dream… you do know that was my glizz right?” — George is dumbfounded. — “Wait… so you’re telling me you don’t kiss after blowjobs?” 

 

“No not- I- I usually don’t… the after taste is just.. bleh. ” — Dream says as he makes a disgusting face. — “I mean- yours tasted fine- great even ! I don’t mind if we kiss- I was just like- surprised you like to.” 

 

Dream is a fascinating creature… won’t kiss after a blowjob, yet with George he had to make sure the brunet wanted to kiss him. The contradiction makes George tummy flutter… only with George huh? Not the first time this has happened, and George hopes it isn’t the last either. 

 

“Lay down.” — George orders, Dream is already chubbing up again from pleasuring George. — “Time to show you the real Glizz Master. The Glizzy Connoisseur. ” 

 

“Oh my god…” — Dream says while scooting back to the headrest. — “Please never call yourself that again- I can feel my di- my drick starting to go limp.” 

 

George knows it’s bullshit- he can see it’s bullshit with the way Dream’s erection is getting plumper by the second in his crusty sweats- speaking of, George needs to get rid of those. 

 

George crawls over to Dream, making his way comfortably to straddle his thigh. They kiss for a bit, tongues finding a nice rhythm in each other’s mouths, Dream's hands settle nicely on George’s naked hips while George’s hands find comfort on Dream’s jaw and in his hair. While the making out is definitely nice, George knows the rough fabric on his limp penis says otherwise - separating the kiss just for a minute. 

 

“Can I?” — George says pulling at the drawstrings of Dreams sweatpants. — “I kinda need these off to suck you off.” 

 

“Yeah- just…” — Dream frowns, his face scrunching up. — “Just ignore the skin- I know you don’t care- but it isn’t like on my chest you know…” 

 

“Shut up.” — George can’t believe his ears are being disgraced with such implications. While shaking his head, he makes quick work of removing Dream’s crusty pants and underwear. — “You already know I find you ho- Woah… ” 

 

How the fuck is George fitting all of that in his mouth? 

 

Dream, completely misunderstanding why George has his eyes wide and mouth slack jawed, tries to readjust his position to hide his inner thighs skin better. George isn’t having it- immediately smacking Dream’s hands away. 

 

“Psst - get out” — George says while whacking Dream's hands like a cat. — “You’re an idiot- how do you walk around with that thing ?!” 

 

Even though George can’t see the exact shade, he sees Dream’s blush worsen, now onto his chest and tips of his ears. 

 

George starts his work, kissing Dreams lips, then cheeks. Slowly he makes his way to Dreams neck where he leaves a few pecks and bites, then to Dreams collarbone. When he gets to Dream's chest, he massages the loosened skin on his pecs on one side, while sucking on his nipple on the other. The little gasps and noises that are coming out of Dreams mouth are heavenly to George’s ears. After he’s satisfied, George makes his way to his stomach, kissing his way to Dream's faint happy trail and his scars -  making sure to give Dream extra love in those areas. Once he gets to Dream's pelvis, he makes a detour to Dream's thighs, with every bite and mark George leaves, he makes sure to pepper Dream with kisses. 

 

“More skin… more to kiss… more to bite… more space for people to know you’re Mine ” — George says possessively while sucking a new mark. — “Don’t ever say stupid shit near me again.” 

 

Dream doesn’t respond, instead he places a gentle hand on George’s cheek, which he nuzzles into like a cat. When George looks up, Dream's eyes are filled with tears. Happy tears as evident with his smile. George leaves three distinct kisses on the palm of Dream's hand. The I Love You being spoken without words. 

 

George gets to work, he places a firm hand on Dream's erection while stroking him up and down with methodical precision. His right hand coming up to squeeze Dream’s hips while his thumb traces gentle patterns on pink scars. George ducks down, kissing the head, slowly introducing his tongue while slightly bobbing his head. Dream squirms beneath him, already writhing in pleasure, the overstimulation almost being too much - toeing the line just perfectly. George lowers his head deeper, taking in more of Dream’s dick while his gag reflex constricts at the back of his throat, tightening the space where the head is. Uncontrollable moans and whines are the symphony playing in the room as George takes Dream in deeper and deeper with each second that passes. 

 

“I- I’m close… ”  — Is all that Dream is able to mutter while frantically reaches for the hand on his waist, intertwining their fingers once again. — “Ple- please… ”

 

Who is George to deny the man of his request? The hand that stroked Dreams cock lowering to play with the man’s balls, gentle pressure while he rolls them around in his palm. George bobs his head rapidly, going as deep as he can to the base of Dreams cock, burying his nose in blonde pubes, to then only seconds later, having the head in his mouth while his tongue plays around making circles around the gland, before digging his tongue in the slit. George feels Dream's balls contract before the other can warn him, immediately positioning himself to have his mouth open while his tongue helps Dream through his orgasm. The scene is surely pornographic, with strips of cum shooting past George’s mouth and onto his cheeks and eyebrow. 

 

George scoops the cum on his fingers, only to suck his digits loudly while staring Dream dead center in the eyes - he wonders if Dream could even survive a third orgasm. When he goes to try to lick Dream’s cock clean, a hand pulls him up begging to be kissed. George, sensing the urgency, obliges. With their hands still intertwined and tongues mixing each other’s semen, George wonders if it’s possible for them to make a baby if they try hard enough - surely there’s no harm in trying, right? 

 

“You ate pineapple this week didn’t you Dream?” — George says while smirking. — “I can like… taste when you eat fruit now- this is awesome !” 

 

“Oh my god -“ — Dream is laughing, gasping for air while he says — “You’re such a freak , oh my god -“ 

 

“You like that I'm a freak- actually you love how freaky I am- don’t even pretend.”  — George says smugly, enunciating dramatically the word “ Love ”. He lays with his head down onto Dreams chest, snuggling briefly into Dreams neck and pressing a quick kiss. While he can feel Dream's heartbeat, he wonders if there’s enough space for him to crawl into Dream's chest cavity and make a permanent home around Dream’s heart, protecting it forever from outside forces. 

 

“Yeah… yeah I kinda do…” — Dreams says, his heartbeat spiking up a bit at the confession. Dream wraps his arm around George’s waist while the other strokes George’s hair.

 

“I really love you, George . Even if this is only a one time thing- I just- i really need you to know how much I love you- I wish things were different- I wish I didn’t fuck up as much as I did- or even realized shit sooner ” — Dream sighs heavily. — “I’m sorry. I love you and I’m sorry.” 

 

“Fix my chain and I'll say it back.” — George says, knowing Dream can feel him smirking against his chest — “and… you have to promise me.” 

 

“Promise you what?” — Dream says curiously, his heartbeat calming itself down again. 

 

“Anything.”  — George says matter of fact. — “You just have to keep it.” 

 

“I promise I’ll do everything to make things right.” — Dream starts. — “I promise I’ll be a better boyfriend than I've been friend for the last few shitty years. I promise I’ll always put you first. I promise I won’t lie to you- except if you know ... I wanna surprise you or something.” — Dream giggles — “I promise nothing will get in the way of us- and I mean nothing - no matter how hyperfixated I get on things. I promise you can always come to me when I do something wrong- and I’ll try to do better- for you I will. I promise you won’t ever be alone- I’ll even go with you on fishing trips if you want. I promise I’ll fix your chain- I won’t ever make you break it again. I promise you’ll be the last person I’ll ever fall in love with. I promise I want you for the rest of my life. And I promise I’ll start eating more pineapple from now on too…” 

 

“Bro’s trying to sell me on marriage again.” — George says while erupting in laughter — “Bro’s even gonna eat more fruit for me- how romantic !” 

 

“Well is it working?” — Dream says, hopeful. 

 

“Maybe…” — George admits while yawning — “My boyfriend is an idiot that isn’t letting me sleep.” 

 

“ Boyfriend… ” — Dream says, liking the way the word rolls off his tongue. — “Well my boyfriend is an even bigger idiot because he keeps yapping instead of getting his beauty sleep.”

 

George uses the hand laying on Dream's chest to flip him off, which Dream immediately grabs and locks their fingers together. Both physically and emotionally exhausted from their intense night. 

 

“I feel guilty for calling Gia a bitch…” — Dream admits after both are quiet for a few minutes.  

 

“I’m sure she’d forgive you if she knew the context.” — George replies, she’d probably clown on them for how they got together, but she’d also be happy for George finally figuring out her not-so-cryptic message. — “She’d probably find it funny.” 

 

They settle in comfortable silence, George can feel Dream's chest start to even out when he speaks up. 

 

“ Dr’m ?” — George whispered 

 

“ Hmm ?” — Dream grumbles, clearly barely awake. 

 

“Can I tell you one last secret?” — George might as well admit to this. It’s only right they start things off with honesty. 

 

“Yeah…” — Dream sounds slightly more alert now. 

 

“But promise me you won’t tell anymore - nor get mad at me?” — George’s heart racing. It’s now or never. 

 

“George… What's going on?” — Dream is fully awake now, Dream can hear by his heartbeat that he’s anxious too. 

 

Okay… here it goes… 

 

“I’m astrologybot on Twitter.”— George says rapidly. 

 

“ WHAT ?!”

 

 

 

The End. 

Notes:

*insert YEEEEAAAAAAAHHHH from csi miami*

 

AND ITS COMPLETE <33

This fic started as georgia crack after the tiktoks since no one ever took the bait but then Dream started to…. He did all that…. So i kept writing and yeah he probably added an extra 10k words in this fic without knowing

 

I always read dnf fics when my dnf stocks are low so i hope this fic served as some fort of therapy for you as much as it was for me while i wrote this hahah <3

 

I hope you guys liked it! it was my first time ever writing a fic so i hope it wasn’t toooo noticeable ;-; i had a lot of fun and even tho this is probably my first and only fic i’ll ever write (sorry lol it’s just so much work) ill still be around in the fandom in other forms wink wink

 

and to more evil dnf fics hehehe shout out to writers love yall and i appreciate y’all’s art form so fucking much after attempting this