One Shots and Scrapped Stories

The mod messed up three times in a row. He was lucky they were only filming and not live, his coding skills looked like shit right now. With a heavy sigh, defeat got the best of him, “god, this is stupid let’s just quit!” George let go of his mouse and keyboard.

“George, you haven’t uploaded in two months.” Sapnap laughed, “maybe they’ll think the glitches are just apart of the mod.”

“No, I don’t want to film anymore, maybe we can try again tomorrow.” George sighed again and let his head hit his chair as he slumped down into it.

“Oh come on, you’re never going to want to record this video and it’ll never happen if we don’t do it right now.” Dream rolled his eyes, not that either of the other two boys could see that.

“No, you’re not doing your stupid little Dream thing you do and persuading me into playing again.” George moved his mouse to the menu and exited the server the three had been trying to film in, “I’m not doing it.”

“Georgeeee.” Sapnap whined.

“Ok fine, let’s do it tomorrow. Send me your coding and I’ll try to fix it.” Dream sighed, knowing he was going to have to do this or the video would never get recorded, “I’m not doing it for free though.”

“Well I’m not paying you anything for it, you’re the one who offered anyways.” George rolled his eyes into the camera the other two boys could see through discord.

Dream started to get a little frustrated but he knew how far he could push George and he still had a ways to go before the other boy actually got mad, “fine, then I won’t fix the coding and you probably won’t touch it either and it’ll be just as broken tomorrow and we will have gotten nowhere.”

“Dreams on his parent arc again.” Sapnap laughed at the two boys bickering.

“Ok fine, whatever, I’ll send it to you.” George moved his mouse again and began to look for the file, “what do you want in return anyways? The revenue from the video or something?”

Dream smiled, thinking of what he could get in return for checking out the coding and fixing one small little error George probably just about missed, “we can negotiate later.” He had a perfect idea that would mess with George just enough for it to be considered a joke, but if he was lucky George would take it seriously.

“Wait- but I don’t want you fixing it before I know what I have to give you in return-“ a small ping went off, signifying Dream had left the call, “and he’s gone. Of course he’s gone.”

“Sounds like a George problem, I’m going to go jack off now.” And with that Sapnap left the call as well. George was left all alone in the discord chat, camera still on and everything.

He sighed and shut off his PC. He pushed his chair away from his desk and stood up. There was an empty cup on his desk, previously filled with water until he finished it during the recording session. He picked the cup up and headed to his kitchen to refill it. A small buzz came from his pocket as he held his cup under the running faucet. Once he shut the water off he took his phone out to see a FaceTime request from Dream. He had just left the call with Sapnap, no way he already fixed it or something.

“What do you want?” George answered and set the phone on his counter.

“Wow, no hello? Didn’t you miss me Georgie?” Dream cooed.

George sipped his cup of water, legs pressed to the opposite counter his phone was rested on, “sorry, where are my manners?” He rolled his eyes, “hello Dream, what do you want?” He repeated, this time with a bit more attitude.

“I wanted to negotiate a payment, without Sapnap around.” His screen was dark, his camera was off. George’s was on but his face wasn’t anything Dream hadn’t seen before. George however, vowed to see Dream’s face in person before he got any pictures or videos or anything else similar of it.

“Ok, what do you want?” The brunette boy asked a third time.

“What do you know about cam shows?”

George choked on his water for a second, “why are you asking me that?”

“You ask a lot of questions here for being the person who owes me and not the other way around.” Dream laughed, “just answer the question.”

“I mean I know what they are if that’s what you’re asking, I don’t see why it’s important to the topic at hand though.” George’s face already got a little red, it always did when he thought about things he deemed “inappropriate” as he liked to put it.

“Why don’t you give me a cam show as repayment for fixing your errors.” Dream smiled wildly, though George couldn’t see it.

The boy’s eyes went wide, “li- like you want a recommendation for one? I- I don’t really use those I- I’m not sure where to look-“

“No Georgie, be my personal cam boy.” Dream interrupted the other male’s running thoughts.

“What?! You’re insane!” His face was definitely visibly red now if it wasn’t already before. That was a ridiculous request, he wasn’t like that.

“I’m only joking George.” Dream fake laughed, he expected that answer but that didn’t stop him from wishing that wasn’t the case, “you can just give me half of the videos earnings-“

“You didn’t sound like you were joking.” This time George interrupted Dream.

Dream stopped for a second, he expected the topic to change immediately and never be brought up again, “I- why? Would you rather give me that George?” He sounded seductive.

“No! You’re weird.” George laughed, “half of my earning, that’s the deal?”

“Deal.” Dream responded, “but if the video only makes you one cent I call dibs.”

George rolled his eyes, “whatever. Are we done now?”

“We are, unless you want give me that show I asked for.”

“Dream-“

“I’m kidding George, calm down.” He laughed again, “don’t look so flustered.” The blush that covered his cheeks when he was embarrassed was adorable and always made Dream’s heart flutter.

“You’re so annoying, you know that was sudden! How else was I supposed to react?” He was the one laughing this time, “did you want me to instantly get on my knees yelling ‘yes of course Dream I’ve been waiting for me to ask if I’d be your person online slut!’”

“Hey, people who do cam shows are not sluts! They probably make shit tons of money, is someone jealous?” He laughed again, proving even further how much of a joke this conversation was.

“I’m not saying they’re sluts, I’m saying you would call me one. I’d never hear the end of it from you or Sapnap and you know it.” George playfully rolled his eyes.

Dream debated for a quick second on how he should reply, choosing to be serious. For some reason he really wanted George at that moment, “Sapnap doesn’t have to know.”

George’s face went red again, eyes wide open, he didn’t speak though. You could see him swallow his words, “you’re not joking are you? I thought you said we were done here-“

“We are done here. I just like teasing you.” His smile could be heard through his voice.

“Well I don’t like it, you should stop.” George tightened and moved his thumb to tap his phone screen’s end call button.

“Wait-“ Dream attempted to stop, knowing George was going to hang up, “maybe, we’re not done.”

“Dream, I’m not doing that, I won’t. I'm already in a bad mood after filming stop talking-“ George was getting antsy, he wouldn’t admit it to Dream and he hoped to god he couldn’t tell through the camera but the more he thought of the idea the more he didn’t mind it. Honestly, he liked his money, if he could keep it to himself he would love that even more than the loss of dignity he would have from being a cam boy for Dream to boss around… “Dream, can you stop talking, just for a moment.”

“Why do you want me to stop?” Dream teased, seeing George flinch through the camera, “do I do something to you with just my voice George? Is that why you want me to stop-“

“Stop! Stop talking! You’re so annoying, you know that?” George moved his hand to his pants, adjusting them around the clear bulge just out of sight of the camera.

“I think you like this more than you’re admitting Georgie.” Dream teased again.

George whined under his breath, he couldn’t really leave the call without it being suspicious but he sure as hell didn’t want to take care of himself with Dream on the phone.

“Georgie? You’ve gone quiet, what’s wrong?” His question sounded sincere.

The camera was just showing his chest now, he moved closer to where his pants were covered by the counter and his head was above the camera. He quickly grabbed the phone and held it to his chest, not allowing Dream to see him like this.

“Awe Georgie, I can’t see your pretty face anymore-“

“I’ll do it if you just shut up already…” He clutched the phone even harder, unable to understand how he even got that out. His voice was quiet and regretful. Again, he would never admit it but he had thought about the way he felt towards Dream, the feelings he pretended weren’t real. The ones he figured would be gone by the time he was finally able to move to Florida, that didn’t seem like it would ever happen though. Florida seemed like a distant dream he had no control of achieving, and boy was Dream distant.

“You’ll do it? Do what George? What are you going to do if I stop talking?” Dream teased further, he knew his voice burned holes into George and he loved it.

George pulled the phone even tighter towards himself, he didn’t know that was possible, “don’t make me say it Dream.”

“But I want to hear you say it Georgie, what are you going to do for me?”

“I’ll be your little cam boy, ok. I’ll do it if you stop it with that voice.” George admitted into the screen even through it being pressed to his chest, “just… give me a minute.”

“Take all the time in the world Georgie, I’ll wait.” Once again, his smile could be heard through his tone of voice. He liked seeing, hearing, George like this. His voice had so much of an effect on George that he became flustered and clearly horny over him, all through a phone screen.

George walked to his bathroom, he was slow but he couldn’t bring himself to go any faster than this. He closed the door and leaned against it for a second, breathing heavily. He wasn’t doing this, he wasn’t about to do something sexual in front of his friend, with Dream even.

“What… what do you want me to do?” George asked apprehensively.

“I didn’t think it would get this far, let me think about it.” Dream hesitated, he was nervous that’s for sure. Part of him felt wrong despite the fact George agreed to do this with no pressure and in a completely sober mindset, “why don’t you set your phone up so I can see you first.”

“S- see me? You want to see me? Ok…” George tried to calm himself down. He was comforted by the hesitance and slight nervousness he could hear in Dream’s voice, at least he wasn’t alone. He set his phone up near his sink and pushed his back to the wall. A hand moved up and held onto his opposite arm, showing even more just how nervous he was.

The blond on the other side of the call admired the beautiful boy he saw through the screen. “You’re so pretty Georgie, do you know that?” Dream complimented.

“You… tell me that a lot.” His face was once again just out of frame, he could see himself in the mirror above his sink however. He saw the red flush in his face, he could see himself swallow harshly, he could see the lip he was biting so hard he could taste a little bit of blood.

Dream was biting his lip too, not for the same reasons as George though. He had power in this situation, he had the power to tell George to do whatever he wanted. He was into it, and he could tell George was too.

“You um, you said Sapnap doesn’t have to know about this… right?” George began to worry.

“I wouldn’t tell a soul, I’m just as much a part of this as you Georgie.”

“I- ok, alright.” The smaller boy breathed heavily again, attempting to calm his nerves. This wasn’t the craziest thing he could do, Dream could’ve asked for worse. It was simply insane he agreed, and sort of wanted to for more than just the money he would get to keep.

Dream felt a little guilty again, “if you’re ever uncomfortable, we can stop and forget about the deal all together, ok?”

“Ok, thanks.” The grip George had on his arm loosened. He let go and rested it on his stomach, his hand was sweaty but he wanted to do this so he wiped it on his shirt and continued, “what do you want me to do Dream? This is for you, not me.”

“Well it shouldn’t just be enjoyable for me, what are you into? I can help somehow.”

“Can you.. can you do it with me? Even if I can’t see you it would make me feel better about this.” George admitted.

Dream smirked, “of course Georgie, I’m right here alright. Do you happen to have any, you know…”

George knew what he meant, though he was clearly too embarrassed to ask. He never thought he’d let any of his friends know but he did have some toys he used occasionally. He quickly left the bathroom along with his phone and ran to his bedside table to grab whatever he thought would suit Dream’s taste. He and Dream had sexual jokes every now and then but they hadn’t even actually talked about their preferences.

It was often assumed by friends and fans alike that George was a bottom. As much as he would avoid questions about his sexuality he could never avoid the many people who thought Dream and him were dating. Mix that dynamic with reality and the fact George genuinely was a bottom, and you get whatever the hell this was.

George reentered the bathroom and the frame of the camera. He held the toy he brought with him and the lube he knew he would need behind his back.

“Oh hello, I thought for a second there you were going to run away from this.” He sounded like the power had gotten to his head again and any trace of nervousness faded from him completely, “which is totally ok if you do, trust me you don’t have to do this if you’re not comfortable with it.” And just like that the nervousness and typical fast talking Dream was back.

“I- I didn’t run away, I just figured grabbing what you were asking for earlier was better than having you have to ask for it out loud.” George laughed a bit at how stupid Dream sounded trying to ask him if he had sex toys, “I um… I have some.” George slowly moved his hand to show Dream what he had.

“Can I… may I see your face Georgie, that’s what’s more important to me. I want to see you.”

The awkward tension between them would’ve been comedic if they weren’t about to masterbate together through a phone. George grabbed his phone and used the cabinets beneath his sink to hold it up. He sat on the ground and slowly but surly his face entered the cameras view.

Dream watched as his friend entered his screen. He was all shades of red and wouldn’t look at the camera, “would it make you feel better if I turned my camera on? I won’t show my face since you insist on seeing it in person first.”

George nodded with approval, biting his lip. Dream quickly moved his phone to a position to where you could only see the bottom half of his torso down. He was sitting at his gaming desk still, slumped in his usual gaming chair. Sapnap was just down the hall, he hoped to god he wasn’t hearing any of this.

“This was your idea Dream. You have to tell me what you want.” George complained as he saw his screen flicker into the product of Dream’s camera being turned on. You could see a boner already pushing through his grey sweatpants, he clearly wasn’t trying to hide anything. George couldn’t help but open his eyes wider at the sight, he looked huge. Thoughts flooded his mind of being with Dream right now, the outline alone looked too big for him to handle but that didn’t stop him from wanting it.

Dream chuckled as he noticed George’s reaction to simply turning on his camera, “ok, we can get this moving, take your pants off George.”

After a moment of processing the request, George slide his thumbs under the waistband of his sweats. There was hesitance in his actions, “um… boxers too?” He asked quietly.

“That’s what British people call pants right?” It was obvious by his tone that the question was rhetorical.

One small breath and he pulled off both his sweats and his boxers. He instantly closed his legs around himself, hiding his now unclothed member from the camera. Almost his entire body could be seen from the position his phone was in. His hands were covering his face from view. He watched the screen as Dream shifted in his chair and took a deep breath similar to George’s. With one swift movement Dream’s pants were off as well, he didn’t try to hid himself though.

George stared in awe for a second before biting his lip to hopefully not show the small bit of excitement he held after seeing Dream like that. Even without seeing his face, the length he had was insane and it dragged George deeper into the interaction. He wanted it, he wanted it so badly. His legs shifted, creating some sort of friction on his aching penis. This needed to move faster or he was going to start whining unintentionally.

“Can we- can we keep moving?” George gulped.

Dream smiled and licked his lips, “of course Georgie, why don’t you spread your legs and touch yourself for me.”

George knew Dream didn’t ask for him to be shirtless as well but he didn’t want to get it dirty so he first took his shirt off and threw it towards his shower. He felt vulnerable but almost safe with Dream, even if it was through a screen. He did as he was told, pumping his dick at a decently slow pace. Going too fast would cause this to end sooner.

George’s free hand covered his face, Dream didn’t like that, “could you take your hand away from your face? I want to see you Georgie.”

He paused for a moment before removing his hand and sensually moving it from his inner thigh to his knee, “could you go a little faster for me George?” Dream asked, he refrained from touching himself with George for the time being. It looked painful, the brunette could see his dick twitching through the camera.

Regardless, he pumped faster, just as he was told to do. After a few minutes he whined, “Dream-“ he called out without meaning to, he had been in a similar situation in his fantasies before, begging Dream for more. Embarrassment filled him this time though, he didn’t mean to say his name.

“Yes Georgie?” The change between George and Georgie spawned butterflies in George’s stomach every time.

“If I- I’m gonna cum Dream-“

“Not yet George, why don’t you stop for now.” Dream ordered, “pick up the toy.”

George did as Dream asked, he picked up the toy he had laying beside him, it looked significantly smaller than the toy he saw through the screen, “I want you to suck on it.” Dream stated, “show me what you can do with that mouth.”

There was once again a pause in his actions, he stopped thinking of how morally wrong it was to be doing this, let alone with someone he considered just a friend. He pulled the toy up to his lips and put his mouth around it. He pushed it in as far as he could, he didn’t have too much of a gag reflex but sometimes it kicked in, right now was one of those times. He cursed himself, it seemed so weak but it caused Dream to grip his own member anyways and start pumping. In his mind he pretended it was Dream his mouth was wrapped around, he could only imagine the kind of gag reflex he would have if Dream was in his mouth right now.

“Good boy.” Dream muttered, “keep going.” It was hard to imagine Dream wasn’t also pretending they were really together. He was imagining the warm hand pumping himself was George’s mouth just as George imagined the toy was actually Dream. They both wanted each other more than they understood.

“Georgie, I want you to fuck yourself. I want you to put your toy to use.” Not being able to see Dream physically speak was grabbing George and making everything worse. He wanted to see the look on Dream’s face just as much as Dream wanted to see his. He wanted to see the way his actions made Dream look.

Slowly he slid the toy out of his mouth, saliva connecting it to him still. The sight made Dream’s breath shutter. He gripped himself but he stopped moving, waiting for George to use his toy the way it was intended to continue pleasuring himself. Legs spread wider until he was able to comfortably get an angle that would work.

“Can you bounce on it for me Georgie?” George looked up to the phone in front of him, somehow hoping he would be able to see Dream.

“I- can… can I see your face Dream?” George stopped his movements.

Dream hesitated but moved a hand to his phone, “are you sure Georgie?”

“I wanted to save it for a special moment, this feels… special.” He hated admitting it but seeing Dream’s face would only turn him on more. Dream picked up his phone and placed it against his computer, showing his face in the frame as well as his still aching cock.

George bit his lip, he looked beautiful. He had such a pretty face. There was no mental image of what Dream looked like, George had a hard time creating mental images, but this was still better than he could’ve ever expected. Dream looked confident with just a slight hint of nervousness.

“I hope this is good enough.” Dream laughed, “now can we continue, I hate blue balling myself George.”

George was brought down to reality by his voice. He wasted no more time picking up his bottle of lube. Spreading it around the toy, prepping himself. He pushed himself onto his knees and first used his fingers to get used to the feeling of something entering him. With eyes screwed shut he entered himself, Dream watched, wishing he could be there to assist, wishing it was him that was entering George and not just some toy through his phone in London.

The toy was brought to George’s entrance, suctioned to the floor, “did you… um… did you want me to move the camera?” George asked.

“This is perfect, I want to see your face more than anything.” Dream smiled, for the first time George was able to see it. He took one more deep breath and pushed himself down towards the floor.

“Oh god.” George wrapped a hand around his torso and whined. Butterflies shot through his whole body, it always happened when he started. It was worse this time however, someone was watching him, not only was it someone, it was Dream, the person he imagined was fucking him most of the time.

“Fuck George-“ Dream breathed out, tilting his head back for a second as he went along at the same pace as George.

George sped up. He bounced up and down on the toy and it went in and out of him quickly. Dream pumped along and muttered a few lustful swears under his breath.

“Mmm- ngh- Dream-“ George bounced as fast as he could, his breath shaky and beginning to get left behind, “can I- touch myself?”

“Asking for permission, huh? What a good boy.” Dream breathed out, “you may.”

George instantly wrapped a hand around himself and pumped even faster than Dream was. Moans of pleasure escaped both of their mouths and they both got closer and closer to that high they were chasing.

“I’m- fuck- I’m gonna cum-“ George practically cried out to Dream.

“Do it, cum for me Georgie.” Dream pumped faster.

“Oh god-“ George pumped again and slammed his ass to the ground, hitting just the right spot to shoot cum right out of himself. It landed on the floor in front of him, on his legs, even on his stomach.

“Fuck George- you’re so hot-“ Dream said as he similarly shot cum onto his stomach and legs, moving into a slower stroke.

George breathed heavily, almost regretting his decision, but seeing the way he made Dream do the same felt amazing. Dream’s head was once again tilted back like he had just received the best head in the world. You could hear his heavy breathing through the phone and you could see both of their decorated stomachs. They both took a moment to just breathe before addressing the fact that they really just did that.

Dream was the first to move, he wished he could’ve actually been with George right now more than ever. He looked so tired as he sat with his back against the wall. He could’ve helped, pick him up maybe and walk him to bed, get him cleaned up. The smaller boy took longer, he still sat breathing heavily, he couldn’t even bring himself to move the phone away from him.

Part of George wanted to just hang up and not talk to Dream for a while, he knew he couldn’t though. Eventually, he gained the energy to get up and cover himself. By now, Dream could’ve done the same but he didn’t want to just leave George alone like that. Dream didn’t really want to hang up yet so he simply didn’t, he wanted this to turn into one of their late night Discord calls that Sapnap would complain about the morning after. He wanted to stay up for the rest of the night, as if nothing had just happened.

Once George got his shirt and sweats back on he grabbed the phone, “I…” he couldn’t bring himself to fully talk to Dream yet, “I think… I’m going to leave now.”

“Georgie-“ Dream frowned, though he had moved his camera and George could no longer see his face.

“Promise me you won’t- you won’t tell anyone about this. Right Dream?” George begged, camera now off and phone pressed to his ear.

Dream took a deep breath in, “I promise.” George was awfully insistent Dream wouldn’t tell anyone. He had no plans to tell anyone but it was just a little weird how worried he was. After all, Dream had turned on his camera and went along with the whole thing as well.

-

George had hung up on Dream after that. He properly cleaned himself and the floor around where it happened. He told himself how stupid he was the entire time he cleaned the bathroom. He didn’t even have a best friend to go tell about this, that was Dream.

The life he lived stuck in the UK really set in when he thought about that. His best friend that he talked to everyday was a whole ocean and almost nine hour flight away from him at all times.

Sure, he had Tommy… and Wilbur… sometimes Tubbo. They didn’t really talk to him too much though, he was better off just writing his feelings on a piece of paper and calling it a day. In all honesty, there wasn’t a single person he could think of that he was close enough to who wouldn’t tease him for doing that with Dream other than Dream himself and even he would have a little bit of teasing. He had promised he wouldn’t tell anyone though so hopefully teasing was out of the question. He had no plans of going into a private call with Dream for a while.

For George, it was about 8:00 am. That fact didn’t stop him from immediately going to bed and hoping his brain would let him sleep.

That meant for Dream it was only about 2:00 am. Despite the early hour, he had no intention on going to bed. The second George hung up, he knew he was too awake to go to bed. Despite his own enjoyment, his mind was filled with thoughts of how stupid it was that he did that. George clearly didn’t want to right? He had said no several times. Did Dream tease him too much? George wasn’t almost never to one to end a call, he must’ve really fucked up.

Almost immediately, Dream texted George just to make sure everything was ok with a simple: hey, you ok? It felt like a stupid question considering what had just happened, but it was better than just ignoring him. George saw the text before going to sleep but he ignored it and went to sleep anyways.

-

Dream put his hands on George’s exposed thighs, running hands up and down scars that had been there for as long as George could remember. George leaned into the touch, hell he invited it. The feeling of large fingered hands running along the inside of his thighs was intoxicating.

Hands on thighs rose until the touched his face, resting his cheeks in their palms. The touch was much more innocent than the previous one. They both sat facing each other on Dream’s bed, or how George imagined it would be. The hands pulled George’s face into Dream’s, just enough for his much smaller frame to fall into Dream’s. Arms wrapped around George as his back touched Dream’s bare chest.

One hand moved to grip George’s chin, he loved it. He stopped thinking rationally, not that any of this was rational. The other hand moving back down to his knee and moving inward at a slow pace, just enough to tease him.

He opened his eyes, his own hand was the only thing moving closer to touching himself. The hand gripping his chin with a harsh grip was his own. He hated remembering how lonely he was, that none of that was real. The real Dream would never do that to him, he was too kind, even if George asked. He would never ask, but that didn’t stop him from imagining how the conversation would go.

“Dream, I know we’re just friends but could you use me?”

That didn’t sound very good.

“Dream, this is going to sound stupid but I fantasize about you touching me unethically all the time, please do it for real this time.”

That was even worse.

He didn’t even know if he would even get to Florida at this point. The Visa agency was taking forever to let him over. Part of him didn’t even want to go anymore, things would be incredibly awkward now that George acknowledged the fact he has feelings for Dream but could never tell him how he feels. If Dream didn’t feel the same, things would never be the same between them and he just couldn’t risk their friendship for that. Sure, Dream jokes about “DNF” all the time but it’s all jokes, behind the screen he isn’t like that.

And if that stupid FaceTime call meant anything it was simply that Dream was horny and George was accessible. It meant nothing romantic, Dream didn’t like George the way George liked Dream.

For now he would just have to close his eyes and pretend, and it would always be that way. Never changing, unending, he closed his eyes. His hand ran closer to his already hard penis. The hand on his chin moved to his neck and pushed on the sides hard, allowing breath but still creating the pain of having someone grab your throat. A weak smile spread across his face.

A sudden blaring of his ringtone was enough to fully break the trance. He picked up the phone, seeing the name flash on the screen: Sappy Nappy. It was the stupid nickname Sapnap gave himself on George’s phone when he visited a few months back, “Sapnap?” George questioned, hoping this was important enough to stop his masturbation session.

“Nope. You’re not answering my calls, what’s up?” It definitely wasn’t Sapnap, but he refused to believe it was Dream.

Truth is, he had been ignoring Dream, and he wanted it to stay that way, apparently Dream wasn’t having that. He never knew Dream to be the kinda guy to take someone else’s phone just to get a response. Usually, Dream was all about personal space and keeping to himself when it comes to phone and computers and such.

“What- what do you mean?” Was the only response George could think of without taking too long to respond at all.

A heavy sigh came through the phone, “George, you know what I’m talking about. I’ve been trying to reach you nonstop for the past few days. Is this about that stupid FaceTime-“

“Stop-“ George was quick to stop Dream from speaking any more, “I don’t want to talk about it, especially over Sapnap’s phone.” If there was any trace of a boner left once he picked up the phone, it was definitely gone now.

“Georgie, I wouldn’t talk about it if you weren’t ignoring me but clearly something is bothering you and I can’t think of anything else that would be the problem-“

“Maybe it has nothing to do with you!” He interrupted once again, “not everything has to do with you Dream, I’m allowed to have problems that don’t involve you.” His voice cam out more angry than he intended.

There was a small gap of silence, Dream was definitely trying to think of how he should respond, “I- I know that. Is it something else? You can talk to me George.”

“No… no I can’t. I can’t talk about this with you.” George pulled the phone away from his face and heard a small voice from the other side before hanging up on Dream. He knew he probably just scared Dream more than settling anything between the two. He wasn’t ready to talk to Dream yet though, and he didn’t enjoy answering a call that he assumed was Sapnap just to find out it’s actually Dream.

Dream flopped backwards onto his bed, he really fucked up this time didn’t he. He liked George, like was an understatement, he loved George. He had to fix this somehow, though he had no idea how. He worked best with music on so after tossing Sapnap’s phone to the side he picked up his own and turned on a random playlist he had saved in his Spotify.

Laying face up on his bed, music in the background, he tried to think of some way he could get George to talk to him again. The fan attached to his ceiling spun around as Dream attempted to imagine what George was going through and what would make it better.

-

“Alright, it’s been a week. That’s a lot longer than tomorrow.” Sapnap spoke into his mic.

“I don’t want to do this Sap-“

“I. Don’t. Care. Does this look like the face of someone who cares?” Sapnap pointed to his face as he interrupted George’s complains.

“Sapnap, if he doesn’t want to you can’t force him-“ Dream attempted to defend George.

“I can and I most definitely will.” Sapnap rolled his eyes, “I’ll take that as a challenge if you’re challenging me.”

George rolled his eyes in return, “big words from someone who’s an entire ocean away. I don’t see why it’s a big deal, Sapnap hasn’t uploaded a video in god knows how long either, why should I?”

“Because, this whole mod was your idea anyways! I’m not wasting all my time from the last time we tried to film just for you to not come out with anything salvageable.” Sapnap was almost yelling, making George was to hang up even more, “if you don’t want to film today then at least send Dream what you had recorded so we can get SOMETHING out of this.”

“What? I’m getting stuck editing it?” Dream asked, though he didn’t sound too mad about it. He was used to this.

Sapnap nodded, “I’ll pay you if you insist, just edit the damn video.” Sapnap exited the discord, leaving Dream and George alone.

“Ok, send me the stuff, I’ll edit it.” Dream sighed.

“Dream-“

“It’s ok, I don’t need anything this time, I’ll just do it.”

“Dream-“

“Just send me the stuff and you can go back to ignoring me.”

“Dream!” George yelled to grab Dream’s attention, “seems more like you’re the one ignoring me.”

“Sorry…”

“I can edit it. It’s not that much anyways, it’ll probably only be ten minutes tops. Can we just…” George had to think about what to say next, “I um…”

“Whatever it is, I’ll do it. I hate not talking to you George, it’s terrible.”

George wasn’t paying attention to Dream’s words. He was far more focused on what he had yet to mention, something he found out just that morning, “can you turn on your camera? I wanna see your genuine reaction.”

“I- yeah, sure, yeah. I can do that.” Dream scrambled to turn on his camera. Now that George had already seen him, he wasn’t going to spend all day asking the brunette if he was sure about this.

Dream’s face popped up on George’s monitor, reminding him of what he wanted to tell Dream. He thought back to this morning. Waking up was normal, everything was normal until he grabbed his mail for the day. His visa had gotten approved, he was good to move to Florida whenever he wanted.

“I don’t exactly- um- I don’t know how to say this. I know things are like, extremely awkward with us right now.” Dream nodded along as George spoke, showing he was listening, “but… um… you uh.” George was extremely hesitant to speak, “you know how we were looking into getting me a visa… and moving me to Florida?”

“Yeah? Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” A huge grin spread across Dream’s face.

“My- um… my Visa. It was approved.”

“Holy shit- you’re not messing with me right?! You’re being for real?” The blonde looked beyond excited.

George glanced at the mail he had opened earlier that day, his approved Visa right on top. Picking it up, George smiled a bit as he ran his thumb across the letter, “it’s real.”

“I’ll literally pay for your plane ticket right now I swear to god-“

“Dream, slow down.” George couldn’t help but laugh at how eager the blonde was, “things are still really weird, I don’t know how much I want to come to Florida right now.”

Dream’s smile dropped immediately, “you… don’t want to move to Florida?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to at all, I’m just not sure… that’s all.”

“I’m sure, I’m more sure about this than I’ve ever been about anything ever before.” Dream’s look was pleading, he wasn’t even trying to hide his infatuation anymore, “George, I need you to be here. Hearing your Visa was approved is the best news I’ve ever heard in month, years even. Please, things aren’t awkward on my end, in fact I feel like we’re never been closer-“

“I wouldn’t call jacking off together bonding Dream.” Out of context, hearing that would be hilarious, George was completely serious however, “it’s awkward, we shouldn’t have done that, it was stupid and I shouldn’t have let things get that far-“

“George, stop, it was my idea anyways. None of this is your fault, quit worrying about it. Come to Florida, see me and Sapnap. It’ll be good for all of us.”

George stopped for a second, thinking back to how stupid it was to join that FaceTime call despite Dream telling him to stop. He was uncomfortably submissive, he didn’t want anyone, let alone Dream, ever seeing him like that. There was something about Dream though that begged George to go again, to go to Florida and get the sexual attention from Dream he’s been craving. It was terrible that he had that sort of power.

“Listen, I’m tired. Can we just talk about this sometime else? I’m not in the mood to fight.” George sighed.

Dream hesitated, “You’re tired?”

“Yeah, and I’m about two seconds away from turning off my pc-“

“Can you… can you- you know what, never mind.” Dream started but cut himself off.

The brunette rolled his eyes, “you can’t just do that, what were you going to ask?”

“No seriously, it was nothing. I just, wasn’t thinking.”

“I want to know? I don’t care how stupid it is.” George pushed.

Dream moved a hand to his forehead and sighed, “I can’t, I don’t want you getting mad at me again…” his words trailed off.

George’s eyes opened wide, there’s not much Dream could do to genuinely make George mad. He pushed his thighs together at just the thought of what that meant- what was he even doing. He isn’t supposed to do that, let alone enjoy it. He’s supposed to just be friends with Dream, not some weird friends with benefits thing.

Dream sighed once more, “will you promise me you won’t get mad? You have full permission to hang up and not do this but can we not stop talking… I hate not talking to you.” You could see through the camera that his words were genuine.

“Ok…”

“Can we switch to our phones?”

“Sure.” George wasted no time hanging up and waiting for Dream to start a call on their phone. He sat in his desk chair in the middle of his living room just waiting for a bit before the call started again.

Dream joined but his camera was off this time, “If anything I say makes you uncomfortable, we can stop.”

“Is that what this is again?” George sounded annoyed but he knew the way he rubbed his thighs together in anticipation stated otherwise.

“Can you go lay down on your bed for me?” Dream asked. George got up, not even thinking about it. He already started feeling like he was being too submissive, just blindly listening to whatever Dream told him to do. In the moment like this however, that didn’t matter to him, so he moved to his bedroom anyways and laid down in the center on his back.

“Ok, I’m here. What now?”

“Can you imagine I’m there with you?” Dream’s words slipped off the tongue seductively, it was intoxicating.

George pulled a few extra pillows from above him and positioned them right next to him on one side, “ok, you’re here.” He said, lying the phone down on the pillow closest to his face.

“Ok…” Dream hesitated, he bit his lip, “I’m going to tell you what I would do if I was right next to you, do with that what you will.”

“Ok.” George breathed out a bit of a shaky breath, he knew this was going to go south sooner rather than later.

“If I was next to you.” The blonde spoke as he stood up from his own desk and made his way to his larger than necessary bed, “I would start by moving my hand to your cheek,” George almost instantly moved his own hand to his opposite cheek, as if to further convince himself it really was Dream.

“I would slowly move my hand towards your neck while I placed small kisses all over your face.” George closed his eyes as Dream spoke through the speakers on his phone, “eventually I would move my mouth to your neck, making sure everyone would know what we did by the end of this.”

George bit his lip as well, but for what felt like a completely different reason, “I would slowly move my hand down your side, making sure to keep a light touch.” The brunette complied, using the light touch Dream specifically pointed out to him. It almost tickled as George moved his own hand down his side. He couldn’t believe he was doing this.

“Next I would slip my thumb under your waistband, but not fully taking it off yet.” Once again, George put a thumb under his waistband and silently begged Dream to continue, “I would continue to tease you,” you could hear the smile drip from Dream’s words, “I would move my hand to take off your shirt and place more kissed up your stomach as I go.”

The submission came out as George slowly moved his shirt up, not quickly taking it off, but doing it the way he knew Dream would, “then I’d go for the pants, again placing kisses on your legs as I go. Your legs would be hanging over my shoulders. I’d make sure everyone would know you’re mine.”

George didn’t fully listen that time, his slid his pants down but he pushed his thighs together again. The movement helped him cover any noises he wouldn’t be able to hide otherwise. He felt pathetic, he was falling apart at just the words Dream spoke about what he would do to George, he was still an ocean away.

“With your permission of course,” Dream continued, “I’d take my own clothes off as well. Of course I’d have to do some preparation first.” George was already reaching to his bedside drawer before he even heard Dream start his sentence.

“I’d start by pushing a finger into your mouth.” George listened, putting his own finger into his mouth and wetting it with spit, “I’d lean down and I’d slowly push your dick into my mouth while I slide my finger into you.”

George blushed immediately, it had officially gone south, but once again the moment of it all, he didn’t want to stop. So he continued, he did what Dream was describing. He wrapped a hand around himself and slowly moved down as he slipped his spit slicked finger into himself. Having Dream actually tell him to do these things with his eyes closed really made it feel real, he wished more than anything that it was. He knew he would regret this and feel awkward and shitty about it after but god it felt amazing.

Dream went silent for a second, George could hear a small grunt from the phone and simply smiled at the thought that he had a part in this, “could you- would you be willing to turn on your camera for me?”

George opened his eyes at the request, “wh- what do you want to see?” He responded quickly.

“You, any and all of me you’ll let me see.” Dream said, earning George another moan.

The brunette thought for a second, wondering what the best angle would be for Dream, he could be nice and place in by his feet, or he could put it next to his face and only let Dream see him bite his lip and smile at his words. He pushed a pillow towards the edge of his bed and propped his phone against it. The angle showed from his neck to his knees from the side. George was quick to pick up where he left off, his back arching slightly.

Everything happening all at once caused George to not even think about asking Dream to turn his on as well, “fuck- George.”

“Is this what you would be doing? Am I doing it right?” George asked, it came out more pleasing than he had hoped.

“Perfect- you’re perfect.” Dream replied hastily, “I would probably slip another finger in, making sure you were- ready.” Huffs of fast breaths broke up his sentences. George followed, the camera just about picking up the male slipping another finger into himself.

“I- I would use your lube- I wouldn’t want to- hurt you.” Dream words shook, he was enjoying this, “then I’d put your hands above you and- and I would hold them there.”

“I can’t exactly do that.” George laughed with heavy breaths. One thing the camera could see perfectly was his slim stomach breathing quickly, he was so needy.

Dream smiled anyways, George was beautiful, “I know, but I would do it.” The latter blushed at Dream’s words, making him shift a little bit, “then I would- slowly push into you myself- my free hand holding your hip to the b- bed.” The blonde huffed out like he needed to to continue living.

George used a toy to push into himself, his eyes closed, still imaging it was Dream. He let a small moan slip passed his vastly shut lips, he other hand holding down his hip. His back arched once again, it looked amazing.

“I- I would go as f-fast as you- would let me.” Dream continued, barely holding out any longer. George sped up his pace, the toy hitting just the right spot to make him feel like he was going to explode.

Both boys stopped trying to hide their noises, Dream was breathy while George moaned through it all. His legs pushed together again, easing the tension.

“I c- certainly wouldn’t- let that pass.” Dream smiled, “you have to keep- your l- legs open beautiful.”

George let out another moan, followed by a small whimper, he knew his face turned red at the stupidly placed pet name, “I- I,” George stuttered, “I don’t know- how long I can hold it Dr- Dream.”

“That’s- ok, come for me G- George.” Dream announced, immediately followed by the boy splattering cum all over his stomach and bed sheets.

Dream was close behind; watching George squirm and arch through the camera alone was enough for him to finish. Both boys let out heavy and tired breaths. Neither bothering you move themselves let alone their phones.

The silence between the two was oddly comfortable. This was only the second time the two had done this but it already felt more comfortable than the last. George’s stomach once again puffed in and out with quick breaths, only causing Dream to swoon even more.

“I certainly- wouldn’t leave you like that.” Dream spoke up again, still catching his breath, “I would pick you up, make sure you were ok before grabbing- some clothes for the both of us. Then I’d move you to my bed, not making you sleep in that mess. If I was there…” Dream’s voice began to trail with a hint of sadness, “i would clean it up in the morning.” Dream hesitated to continue, “you should sleep, you must be tired.”

George continued the silence for a bit, still working on normalizing his breathing, “unlike you- I only have one bed. I have to clean this up.” Despite knowing he had to move sooner or later, George stayed put, enjoying the decent from his high.

“I could- if we ever did this, you shouldn’t have to. You’re the one who did the most work.”

George laughed at how stupid he found the other boy’s comment, “all I did was lay here and take it, you did the most work.”

“Can you stand?” Dream asked, ignoring George’s retaliation to his last statement. The brunette’s leg twitched a bit but he was easily able to stand up.

George thought the question was stupid, of course he could stand. He didn’t believe people could genuinely not stand after rough sex. Sometimes he needed some time to breath but his legs could handle it.

“If I was with you, I could’ve changed that.” Dream’s words once again became seductive, dripping onto George like it was all he needed.

“I- we’ll have to see about that.” George replied, once again squeezing his thighs together. He exited the frame of the camera and moved to pick up some clean pajamas from the pile of laundry he still needed to put away.

Dream smiled, turning on his camera, “you’re beautiful, you know that George?”

“Can’t hear you! Busy changing!” He responded, though he clearly heard the compliment.

George moved to pull the corners of his sheets off before deciding he was too tired and he would do it tomorrow instead. He picked up his phone and hovered a thumb over the end call button, stopping as he saw Dream’s face. He looked content and very tired. His eyes were close to fluttering shut.

The camera on Dream showed almost only his face, he was laying on his side in his bed. George smiled at the sight, even after whatever that was, he still looked cute. He wished he really was here once again, he could be so close, he could be cuddled under Dream’s arm, anything more than this. But he couldn’t, not yet, soon.

He set his phone up on the coffee table across from his couch. Grabbing a blanket, George laid down in his living room, sleeping in front of the still going FaceTime call.

-

Dream woke up first, surprised to see George didn’t hang up on him right away. He couldn’t believe that stupid idea he thought of last minute, the one he brought up without thinking, became that. Dream loved it, he would probably do it a million times over. He could only hope George didn’t regret it as much as he did last time.

After a small amount of time, Dream noticed some small noises coming from his phone. George has turned over, now facing the phone, he was slowly blinking the sleep out of his eyes. There was something about the sleepy George that Dream fawned over. Sleeping over a phone call wasn’t something uncommon for them, what was uncommon was that they both had their cameras on… and of course the phone sex thing.

Dream fought the urge to give a small and sarcastic sounding “good morning Georgie” but he wanted to see how George was feeling before he spoke. There was a quick movement of George’s hand moving towards his phone. Dream assumed that was it, it was over, George was hanging up on him. But he didn’t, instead George simply moved his phone face down on the coffee table with a groan. Not hanging up, just blocking the camera.

Happiness spread over Dream, he didn’t hang up! This meant progress, George had to be more comfortable with him to not hang up, “morning!” He mustered up the courage to greet the other male. George only groaned in response, he was probably still super tired, “you know if I was there-“

“Shut up.” George lazily hit his phone.

“I could easily just pick you up and not let you fall back asleep.”

“Stop it. Stop talking.” George muffled into his couch cushion.

“And I could give you kiss after kiss after kiss.”

George couldn’t help but smile, maybe his visa being approved wasn’t the worst thing. With the idea however, came the impatient waiting and the melancholy feeling that followed. He couldn’t have that in the moment, he wasn’t even sure if he really wanted it, but at this moment in time he did, badly.

“George?” Dream asked.

“Yeah?” George answered, picking up his phone and pulling it in front of him.

“Do you still not want to move here?” He looked like a puppy that got their treat taken away.

George sighed, “I don’t know yet, give me some time. Doing the thing that made me not want to move in the first place won’t change my answer.”

“I miss you…” Dream’s voice trailed.

“If you keep being weird like this, I’ll hang up.”

“No! Don’t leave me Georgie.” Dream pouted teasingly.

George rolled his eyes and without any further conversation, hung up the phone. He got a text soon after and assumed it would be Dream. To his surprise, it wasn’t, it was Wilbur.

Wilbur never texted him all that often so it was a bit of a surprise. The text was Wilbur asking George if he wanted to go out for lunch. He figured it would get his mind off Dream so he agreed. Wilbur and him both got to the restaurant at the time they had suggested. It was a nice and somewhat quiet restaurant, however, George was more excited to see someone face to face for once.

George and Wilbur didn’t talk all that often for two people that actually lived sort of close to each other. George more associated himself with Dream and Sapnap whereas Wilbur was more with Tommy, Philza, and Techno. They did occasionally talk though, that’s why they’re here right now.

The food had arrived at the table, causing Wilbur to of course take a picture of George with his food. He captioned it “cute date”. George did the same but simply captioned it with the food Wilbur had on his plate.

“So, how are things?” Wilbur began, “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

George poked around at the food on his plate, “I’m ok, how are you?” He offered a friendly smile.

Most times they got together, unless it was for one of Tommy’s vlogs, they just had casual small talk. Nothing ever noteworthy happened, just two friends talking about nothing.

“You don’t sound too confident in that answer.” Wilbur pointed out, “I’m pretty good though, all settled in.”

Wilbur had just moved into a new flat that happened to be closer to George’s place. That wasn’t the reason for moving however, his old place was just very rundown and now that streaming really kicked off for him, he made enough money to finally move.

“I’m ok, really.” George laughed at Wilbur’s skepticism, “just got a lot on my mind.”

“How’s your cat?” Wilbur changed the subject.

“Good! She’s living with my parents at the moment but they send my pictures all the time and she’s doing really well.” George seemed happy to be talking about something else.

Wilbur picked some more at his food with a fork, thinking of something else the two could talk about, “you told me last time you applied for a US Visa right? How’s that going?”

The shorter male stopped his movements for a second, for some reason he didn’t think Wilbur would bring it up, “it’s um- it got approved.”

“No way, really?! That’s so exciting, I bet you’re excited to move then huh?”

“Eh, things are… complicated. I’ll move eventually I’m sure, I just don’t know when.” George stuffed his mouth with more food to avoid talking more.

“What? The last time George told me about the Visa, he was so excited, he’d be booking flights as we speak.” Wilbur crossed his arms, “what happened?”

George looked at Wilbur, his mouth still stuffed with food. His hope was that maybe, Wilbur would take the awkward silence of George eating and change the subject. That was not the case, Wilbur stared at George until he physically couldn’t chew his food anymore, waiting for an answer.

“A lot, it’s not important though, things are just awkward with me and Dream and the moment.”

“Dream and me.” Wilbur corrected George’s grammar, “how awkward things must be for the power couple of George and Dream to not be dying to see each other.” He dramatically fell backwards into the restaurant booth.

“We’re not dating.” George rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, I know that now. I seriously thought you two were dating when I first met you.” Wilbur laughed, recalling the memory, “you don’t have to tell me all the details but I’d love to know what George thinks is sooo awkward he won’t be moving to Florida over.”

George once again stared at Wilbur, hoping he wouldn’t make him talk. That will never be the case, “we just had a weird phone call- I’m really the only one who thinks it’s awkward but I don’t really want to talk to him right now is all.”

Wilbur stared back, unamused, “you’re joking? You’re not moving over a stupid video call? Think about how happy you’ll be later if you move there sooner rather that waiting it out.”

“Stop that, stop being right.” George angrily stabbed his food with his fork.

“You literally know I’m right, you just said it. So move, go be live with Dream and Sapnap in Florida.”

“But- what about Tommy or- or you! I can’t leave yet.”

Wilbur once again looked at George unamused, “so you’re trying to say that you can’t leave me or Tommy, two people you rarely see or talk to, even though when you move you’ll be living with someone you’re so close to that people think you’re dating? Did I get that right?”

George quickly munched on some more food, this was stupid, he should have just told Wilbur the Visa hadn’t been approved yet, “ok fine, maybe I’ll text Dream later and remind him he still owes me a flight.”

“I’ll do it, I’ll do it for you right now.” Wilbur looked at George with a serious look on his face, “give me your phone, I’ll do it.”

“No! I’m not giving you my phone-“

“Oh come on, just hand it over.” Wilbur persisted, eventually making George give in.

Wilbur was nosy, looking around a bit before getting to texting Dream. The first thing he noticed was that George had a almost 11 hour call with Dream the night before, things must not have been too awkward. Eventually he moved to the texts, a few unopened texts from Dream begged George to rejoin the call they had left.

The taller boy began typing out a sentence that told Dream he should book a flight to Florida. Dream, of course, was quick to respond. Wilbur smiled at the phone, Dream seemed ecstatic that George had changed his mind. He mentioned something about the call last night not being so bad, revealing a few more things than Wilbur needed to see. He wasn’t about to judge George for having what seemed to be sexual phone calls with Dream, he more so expected it.

He shut the phone off and passed it back to George with a smirk on his face, “your friend there is quick to respond.” Wilbur commented.

“Oh god.” George rolled his eyes.

“I feel like we should get an Uber back to your place soon.”

“We? Don’t you have your own flat to worry about?” sarcastically, George responded.

“Well yeah, but you’ll need some help packing for your flight tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?!” George grabbed his phone and opened up his texts to see a short conversation, mostly carried by Dream, explains that the soonest he could get would be tomorrow, “you’ve got to be kidding me.” George let his head fall to the booth seat behind him.

“It’ll be fine, I’m here to help.” Wilbur smiled.

-

When Dream got that text, he was so happy he could have jumped up and down and screamed through the whole house that George was finally coming to live in the US with him and Sap. He had no idea it wasn’t George who had texted him, the text made his day, his week even, maybe it was the best thing that he ever received.

George on the other hand, was not nearly as excited. He sat on his couch with his arms crossed as Wilbur started moving his things into boxes. He constantly rolled his eyes and told Wilbur how he thought it was “too soon” and that this all was “so stupid that Wilbur had to do it himself”.

The shorter brunette was stubborn, there wasn’t much he needed to do other than pack since he planned on keeping the apartment for whenever he came back to the UK. He was leaving bigger things like his bed and couch and even his PC setup so he really just needed a few clothes and other small objects. Still, he let Wilbur do most, if not all, of the work.

Wilbur had brought a few boxes into George’s room and began to pack some of his clothes. In the middle of the move, George received a text from Dream. The message stared at George and burned threw him. It was just a simple: “up for a call tonight?” but George was smart enough to know the implications behind that.

A small laugh came from George’s room, he decided to ignore it and think of some response he could give Dream. In all honesty, he didn’t know if he wanted to or not. Part of him knew he would enjoy it but he always felt weird after, like he knew he shouldn’t be doing that. Dream and him were just friends, nothing more than that.

“Oh Georgieeee.” Wilbur trailed, “looks like someone forgot to clean up something.”

George looked over his shoulder towards his room until he realized what Wilbur meant by that. He instantly got up and ran to his room to push Wilbur out, “ignore that! Tell you what, how about I pack my clothes.” George smiled at Wilbur before slamming the door in his face.

His plan of making Wilbur do all the work seemed to blow up right in his face. The bed was still stained and all the things he used on the call last night were sitting out for Wilbur to see. Embarrassment flooded him as he picked up the toy and pillows so he could take off the sheets.

The rest of packing went pretty well. Wilbur was efficient and didn’t seem to mind at all what he had seen on George’s bed. The whole time went decently fast, other than the time George spent remembering he had yet to respond to Dream.

For all he knew, Dream was probably overthinking the whole thing. Wondering if he shouldn’t have sent that, worrying if George had deleted his contact and wanted him to return the plane ticket. That’s how Dream usually got if George didn’t respond quickly. Sometimes he would take a nap during the day and wake up to a million texts from Dream apologizing over nothing.

Wilbur had said his goodbyes and told George he HAD to follow through with the flight and if he didn’t Wilbur would fly with him and make sure he made it. George of course rolled his eyes with a smile and was once again alone in his apartment.

The text still sat, opened, left on read for an hour of so. Three little dots popped up on Dream’s side, signaling that he was typing. George panicked and said yes without even thinking. It wasn’t the worst response he could’ve sent but it definitely wasn’t the best. He came off as eager and pathetic. The three dots fell for a second before restarting, followed by a smily face and a incoming call from Dream.

George took a deep breath and answered the call. He was met with background noise of Sapnap yelling something about kicking Dream’s ass in Mario Kart. He smiled at the interaction, with the help from Wilbur, he would soon be apart of that mess. The thought made him happy, maybe moving wasn’t the worst idea in the world.

“Sorry, Sapnap’s being dumb-“

“I’m not dumb! You’re dumb!” The two argued like real brothers.

“Beat his ass Sapnap!” George yelled into the phone.

Dream rolled his eyes, “this is boring anyways, I’m leaving you.”

“What- no! I gotta beat you some more in Mario Kart.” Sapnap complained.

“Maybe later.” Once again, the smile could be heard through Dream’s words.

George had always been happy for Sapnap and Dream being able to live together. There was always a part of him however, that felt like he didn’t deserve to feel sad about it as well. His two best friends get to see each other everyday while he’s stuck far away from both of them, that’s why he applied for the Visa in the first place. The timing of it finally being approved just happened to suck.

The sound of a door closing behind Dream came from the phone, “ok, I’m alone.”

“Getting straight into things, huh?” George responded, almost sad that they didn’t get to talk first.

“I didn’t say that,” Dream responded, “I just wanted to let you know if you wanted to talk about anything I was alone.”

“Oh.” He felt bad for assuming, “Ok, did you have anything in mind that you wanted to talk about?”

“You seemed odd earlier. Are you sure you want me to book you a flight?” Dream started, “I already got one but I could cancel-“

“It’s fine, I want to.” That was only half a lie, “you can keep the flight, I’ll need the ticket though.”

“Right! I’ll send you that.” A few clicks of the keyboard were heard as the ping of a new discord message popped up on George’s computer and phone.

He opened discord to see a screenshot of a scanner, it felt so real. It started to hit Him. His stomach sank for a second as he realized what happened last night, Dream said “if I was there” but now he would be there. Weather that was good or bad, George didn’t know.

“So… anything else you wanted to talk about?” George trailed, almost scared to ask.

“Nothing in mind. We have calls all the time with no purpose though, it can just be one of those.” Dream stated, “can we switch to discord?”

“Sure.” George watched as Dream hung up and called him on discord, he answered on his computer and his camera automatically connected.

Dream turned on his as well, “I like seeing your face Georgie.” His face was held up by his palms as he looked sweetly at the camera.

“You’re dumb.” The brunette replied, turning pink slightly.

“I’m going to get to see your face everyday pretty soon.” Dream looked as if he was just thinking aloud.

George couldn’t help but smile a bit, as much as he was still a little angry with Dream, he was excited to see him everyday. Conversations always being through a phone gets tiring after a while. Things that happened over the phone would be a lot less awkward over the phone. The thought almost made George bite his lip.

-

Sapnap screaming was something George was used to, “Will you two shut the fuck up!”

The brunette tried his best to keep quiet, it was hard when the person you’ve fantasized about was railing you. Dream was average, but fast, the pace was what got to him. Nails dug into the sheets of Dream’s bed.

“Shhh, you’re being too loud Georgie.” Dream whispered in his ear as he made no effort to slow down. There was a tight grip on George’s waist, pulling his smaller body towards the blonde as fast as it could.

A muffled “sorry,” attempted to voice itself from George, it was barely heard.

It was a major turn on, George’s back arched like crazy, trying to handle the sensation. Dream kept going, it was like he would never run out of stamina. George was fine to do more work during sex but lying there, almost like a doll, felt amazing. He let Dream do whatever he wanted, go as fast or as slow as he wanted.

Dream put a large hand to George’s throat, pushing on the sides. A smile came from the boy beneath him, along with a lip bite. Dream leaned down and sloppily connected their lips as he continued to push in and out quickly.

“Fuck!” George yelled, “faster!”

“You’re so needy.” Dream rolled his eyes but complied anyways. The pace was almost too much for him, with one last back arch George came, completely untouched. Dream smiled again, proud of himself, “What a little slut. You didn’t even ask for my permission.”

“S- sorry.” George shut his eyes tightly, trying to come down from his high.

The fast in and out pace didn’t stop, Dream kept going, “You ok with me still going?” He asked the whining brunette.

He nodded his head in response, so Dream continued. Part of it hurt after that, but that wasn’t going to make him tell Dream to stop.