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In the white room sat Dream at his computer, almost completely enraged with the comments on his latest post. Sapnap had gone to visit their friend Karl again, leaving Dream nobody to complain to. His leg compulsively bobbing under the desk as he read another irrelevant thread under his post of upcoming events with George. He was excited for George moving in and had posted a teaser early but others chose to comment on his supposed "queer baiting" and other of his actions instead of sharing his joy. His fingers raced over the keyboard writing a response to one of the threads when a message on discord pinged and he deleted his progress. Dream pulled up the flashing notification to find George's message shining through his anxiety.
"I thought you were coming to pick me up?" George yelled through the phone when Dream called him. "Why is there some guy here saying to go with him? Am I getting scammed?" Dream didn't hear the rest over his wheezing. George scoffed at the show the blonde was displaying before whining.
Dream collected himself after bursting into a fit of laughter two more times, "Ok, I'm sorry, please just... I wasn't feeling good and the drama has resurfaced. If someone saw me picking you up at the airport it could look bad." Dream explained and he could almost see the brown eyes rolling in their sockets as George scoffed again. He huffed and muttered something, to the driver no doubt. George insisted they stay on phone in case the man decided to attack him. The whole ride to Dream's he spoke of all the things he wanted to do, Dream listening fondly in his chair until the bell rang through the house.
Dream shot up out of the chair, the back spinning rapidly before hitting the desk. He straightened himself before raking his hand through his hair and heading to the front door, George hung up the second he saw his face through the door window. Dream opened the door and stared at the fluffy haired man with an open mouth. "You know if you had picked me up, we could've jump hugged at the airport like when Tommy vlogged us-" Dream cut George off by pulling the shorter man against his chest, the fluffy hair tickling his chin as he perched his head on top of George's. "Dream! We are still outside!" He protested but his arms came up around Dream and held much tighter than he had intended. Dream inhaled the fresh shampoo smell and some exotic cologne that George used to spray on himself even when he didn't go anywhere. The scent filled his nostrils and his eyes started to water but he quickly blinked them away.
After George got settled Dream put a movie in and sat on the couch waiting for George to join him. Three chairs surrounded the couch but George chose to sit as close to Dream as he could. He crossed his leg over the other and a nervous tick caused it to bounce slightly each time bumping the shin of Dream. The room got darker as it got later but neither one moved to turn on the lights. The darker it got the more itchy Dream's skin got. He craved touch, craved to run his hand over the bouncing leg and to pull it on to his lap and it confused him. His friends consistently asked if they were dating so of course he had thought about things regarding George but having him there to actually test those said things out? That was different. George was his best friend and was adamant on his sexuality and boundaries but the brushing of George's leg kept screaming at his hand to grab hold of him. Dream bit his lip, the saliva building in his mouth from several moments of forgetting to breathe. George shifted as he stretched out his arms and sank deeper into the couch. His arm pressing against Dream's thigh and heat spread through him. Something was definitely wrong with him as he pictured images of the same hands digging into his thighs, pulling at the waistband of his sweatpants and tugging them down past his- Dream lurched out of the couch and started heading towards the bathroom but George grabbed his arm.
"Dream?" His voice was innocent and his eyes concerned. Dream shifted to hide the growing sense between his legs and he blushed. He thought of all the excuses he could use and how George would let go if he said he needed to go to the bathroom. As he went to reply with that though, other thoughts flooded in. He could tell George the truth and his friend would get disgusted with him and leave him to cry in a heap of a mess. Another possibility is George would laugh at him and ridicule the guy for get hot and bothered over his best friend and then Dream would never be able to see him the same. Even worse! What if George thought he got hard because of the half dressed women on the television even though Dream hadn't paid one damn second of attention to the movie.
"Restroom," Dream choked out and made things much worse for himself. The falter caused George to worry and stand up. The second he completely stood up he had perfect view of the madness that had been unleashed in Dream's pants. "Ah," Dream groaned in embarrassment and slight fear. George's eyes widened and were immediately haloed in reddened cheeks. Dream gave him a second to recollect his thoughts and expected his hand to fall away from Dream but instead George's grip tightened.
George cleared his throat and tore his eyes away from the bulge before looking into the jade eyes that shimmered back at him, "Is that for me?" He asked and Dream couldn't help the nerves slipping as he thought of the phrasing. He felt like a gift, a present wrapped up and ready to be torn apart by George. That thought didn't help his situation, if anything the straining grew.
Dream swallowed his fear and nodded, no doubt his face as red as his stolen Sapnap hoodie. He looked down at the red fabric and tried to focus on the flame design instead of his friend's burning fingers. George pulled the arm he had captive and tugged Dream onto the couch as he stood before his dumbfounded look. George pushed his brown hair out of his eyes in a gentle melodic way before he stepped closer. Testing the limits, he bumped his knees against Dream's and let go of his arm. Jade eyes holding the chocolate orbs beckoning for his hands to raise to his thin waist and to tug him close. Something told Dream that he should wait. Some inner beast logic, an instinct given to animals at birth. Dream paused, his hands in mid air and George smiled. His nervous and flustered aura faltering to slip into some evil incarnation of it. Some sadistic tendency that called to the weak parts of Dream's soul and made him want to crumble beneath the soft hands that found him. Found him and led him down the very path he refused to travel.