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Dream is in the living room, sitting on the couch. Breaking Bad is on the tv, for now at least, as per George’s insistence. George and Sapnap are in the kitchen about to make smoothies; they are currently getting the ingredients together.
George comes out a minute later with a bowl of fruit and Dream smiles up at him and takes the offered bowl before plopping a strawberry in his mouth. He can hear distant chattering and the sounds of utensils clinking together and then a loud screech.
Dream sighs. They’re fighting, he knows they are. It happens most of the time, but, for some reason, Dream had thought that they would actually get through the smoothie making process with no bumps. Clearly he was wrong. He wishes they could just stop being idiots for one day.
Some clattering noises follow, as if they’re dropping things, making the kitchen even more of a mess than it already is. Dream sighs again. He should probably get involved at this point if he wants the evening to go as planned. They were having a night to themselves. Just the three of them. He doesn’t want them getting too worked up when they are supposed to be relaxing; when they are meant to be cuddling. He knows they bicker a lot but they can really upset each other sometimes. It was a quiet night but George and Sapnap were making noise.
So he sets his fruit bowl down on the coffee table and heads to the kitchen. He steps over a knife on the ground while approaching the two. The lighting is dim until the room, but he can see their illuminated figures as they are grabbing at each other. Sapnap’s hands are currently encircling George’s arms, trapping them.
“Sapnap,” he hears George hiss, “Stop it!” he’s fighting against his hold.
Dream comes up behind him, wraps his arms around his waist, and pulls him back. He can feel George still in his arms, “Guys,” he’s pouting a bit, he knows he is, and it’s only a little for show, “Stop fighting and just make your smoothies,” he grumbles. His head drops down to rest on George’s shoulder after he has spoken.
“Dream,” George breathes out, “You scared me,” he sounds annoyed.
“Sorry. Can you stop fighting?”
“Yeah. Whatever.”
Dream turns his head and presses a long kiss to George’s cheek while he starts to squirm in his grasp.
“Dream! Stop!”
Dream squishes him tighter before breaking away with a very exaggerated ‘mwah’ sound which leaves them giggling.
“You guys are disgusting,” Sapnap pipes up.
“Sapnap is jealous.”
“I’ll give you a kiss too. C’mere.”
Sapnap just scoffs and turns back to the fruit littering the countertops and actually tries to start prepping them.
Dream sways with George still in his arms, “Be nice,” he murmurs before detaching himself from him and strolling back over to the couch.
Dream sees George pick up the knife from the floor and whatever else might have fallen before he turns his head away, but it seems he has broken the tension. He grabs his once abandoned fruit bowl.
It’s quiet now. The sound of the tv, only a low background hum. He grabs a blueberry and bites down into it. The sound of a knife hitting a hard surface, the cutting board, is heard. The tops of strawberries will be thrown out and long bananas are being sliced into a more manageable size. A meow soon joins the mixture of sounds as well. Patches has decided to bless them with her presence for the time being. Dream smiles at her. It still amazes him how cute she is sometimes. She stops in front of where he is sitting on the couch and looks up with big and round green eyes. The cuteness aggression kicks in, and he has the urge to smush her, but he obviously won't. Sometimes he wants to smush Sapnap or George. It makes it hard to look at them sometimes. The blender makes a very loud and obnoxious whirling sound, and Patches scatters away to hide under a nearby chair.
Dream bites into another strawberry.
Soon enough George and Sapnap emerge from the kitchen, their smoothies in their hands and Sapnap with one of Dream’s water bottles. Sapnap presses right up against Dream and he pulls George into his other side. George steals the remote and puts on their first movie. They sip on their smoothies (and water) as they enjoy their time together. Patches comes back out and hops onto George’s lap. She likes him. In Dream’s opinion, too much. He’ll complain about how he’s going to steal his cat, however, sometimes, when they are cuddling on the couch he will look at them with a fondness not even he can deny.
— — —
George is humming along to the song currently playing. He leans his head back against the headrest, hair falling in his face. Dream keeps his eyes locked on him for a second before he turns to look out the window and see the scenery outside fly past them. George had called shotgun so Dream was sitting in the back. Dream didn't really care, but George had a smug look on his face after he called dibs on the front seat like he had gotten away with something. He was such an idiot.
Dream’s gaze turns to Sapnap. He’s driving; his left hand rests loosely on the steering wheel as they cruise along the roads. He is wearing a skoot hoodie and has hair sticking out of the sides of the hat he has on, pretty normal attire for him. If Dream looks close enough he can see that the warm light that shines through the windshield rests on his cheeks in a way that highlights little sparse freckles he has. The light shines through his eyelashes too. It makes them look pretty. Dream lets his eyes flutter a little. He is getting tired; they have had a long day out.
A movement catches his eye. Dream sees Sapnap move his hand to be placed over George’s thigh. George keeps humming and Sapnap keeps his eyes on the road. No quips or banters are made.
Dream is kind of amazed at the intimate act between them. His lazy half-lidded eyes stay focused on their touch. He makes sure not to move or do anything, he’s scared to somehow disrupt this peaceful bubble they seem to be in.
George is wearing shorts and Sapnap’s hand rests partially over bare skin. His hands are nice, Dream thinks, they’re masculine looking with a light dusting of hair on them. George’s hand, which was resting in his lap, now lays over Sapnap’s own. The contrast between them is nice to look at, with George’s slightly paler skin and longer fingers. They’re almost holding hands. Dream likes seeing them together, seeing them get along, they are his favorite people after all. Dream has the urge to smush them right now.
Sapnap’s hand starts moving upwards after a moment, and George tenses before he quickly clutches his hand in his own, stopping further movement. Sapnap glances over to him; there’s a smirk decorating his face. Dream is watching them with baited breath. Then, Sapnap rips his hand away and grabs at George’s chest, trying to tickle him.
The bubble is broken.
George does a weird screaming laugh when trying to escape Sapnap’s ticklish grasp and yells at him to focus on driving.
Dream’s eyes slip shut and they don’t open again until after they arrive back home.
— — —
Dream stares into George’s eyes.
George stares right back into his own.
George’s gaze is soft, and Dream can’t help but lose himself in the swirls of deep brown. There's golden flecks in his eyes, and the rich colors are so captivating. His blinks are slow. They haven’t spoken in awhile. They aren’t even doing anything either, they’re just laying together, staring into each other’s eyes, and something about this moment feels so intimate. Like he is laid out bare for George to gaze upon, and George is the same for him. Dream wonders what George sees in his own eyes. There are no distractions in this moment; he doesn’t know how much time has passed with them like this, but Dream could live here forever.
The silence is broken suddenly when George speaks, “Do you ever think about whether?” It’s spoken quietly and with a little smile. But he’s shy and Dream sees hesitance in his eyes now.
Dream knows what he’s talking about but he still asks, “Whether?” George shifts and adverts his gaze from his own for the first time in a while, and Dream can’t help but want his eyes back on him. Dream quickly backtracks and tries to answer the question, “Um, I don’t know…” he says, unsure. He takes a minute to think about what George could be getting at with this question; but then he starts talking again.
“I think-” George cuts himself off and makes a frustrated noise, “I- I just think that maybe we should be together.”
“Why do you think that?” Dream is patient with George.
“Sometimes this feels like what a relationship would be like. We share a future and we-“ he takes a breath, “we got a house together… and- I don’t know,” he sighs, “I’ve never felt the way I feel about you, or Sapnap, ever before.” He’s clutching the bedsheets in his fist, but otherwise not showing signs of how this conversation could be affecting him.
Nothing he said was new information to Dream. But the way he said it gets him thinking a little. Dream knows that their situation isn’t exactly conventional, but he never thought it mattered much. “Why do you think we should be together,” he asks gently and inquisitively.
“I think what we have is special,” he shrugs and his eyes flit back up to Dream’s after he says it.
Dream is stunned for a second, “I think we’re special too,” it’s a little breathless. George smiles, and Dream’s hand goes to lay over his fist, still clutching the sheets. “Do you want to kiss me?” he questions next—a genuine question—perhaps a bit too forward though.
George’s smile falters a little, “I- um,” he’s fumbling over his words, “I don’t-”
“Were you not thinking about the weather?” he teases.
George giggles a little, “I guess not,” he says in a sarcastic way.
They quiet for a moment. They are both smiling; Dream’s is a soft and fond one. Dream’s eyes catch onto George biting his lip, and he thinks back to the question he just asked and proceeds to feel heat rush to his face.
“So… Do you want to be together?”
“I think so.”
“So you want to kiss me?”
“Why do you want to kiss me so bad, freak?”
“You’re the one who wants to date me.”
“I never said that.”
“Do you want to kiss Sapnap?”
“Ew, why would I want to kiss Stinknap?” his nose scrunches up and Dream’s eyes soften at the sight. He squeezes George’s hand in his own—almost too tight.
— — —
Dream comes stumbling down the stairs yawning and with messy bed hair. His hair is frizzy and he has bags under his eyes. He didn’t sleep good last night. He’s probably getting sick, but, late at night and in the comfort of his bed, he didn’t want to get up for meds.
When Dream reaches the bottom of the stairs he spots Sapnap sitting on the couch, messing with his phone. Everything in Dream’s mind leaves and Sapnap replaces all of them. Dream walks up to him and falls down onto the couch with his head in Sapnap’s lap.
“What’s up, big guy?”
Dream hums and burrows his face into Sapnap’s thighs. They make a really nice pillow.
Sapnap brushes his fingers through his ruffled hair, “Oh my god,” his hand rests on Dream’s forehead before he carefully pushes his hair back, “You’re so warm.” Dream grumbles at him. “Are you sick?” Dream’s head moves in a sloppy nod against his legs. “You better not infect me.” Dream smiles softly.
“You never get sick, Sapnap.” His mumbles are sleepy.
“Did you take anything?” Dream shakes his head and his hair flops around funnily. Sapnap frowns, “Why not?”
“Too tired.”
“You’re such an idiot.”
Dream whines, “ ‘m not.” Dream grabs Sapnap’s hand and presses his lips to the back of it. He looks up at Sapnap with too-sad-eyes. “Can you grab me some medicine?”
Sapnap chuckles. He seems to be in a nice mood. “You can’t get it yourself?” Dream shakes his head. “Fine. But only because I’m feeling nice,” and with that he pushes Dream off of him and heads to their medicine cabinet.
Dream groans. His head is throbbing. His eyes are so heavy and his stomach hurts.
“Sit up, you big baby,” Sapnap says with a glass of water and the medication in hand. Dream huffs at Sapnap before swallowing down what was offered to him. Sapnap takes his seat back when he sets his now empty glass down, and Dream resumes the position he was in before. “You’re so mopey.”
“I’m in pain,” Dream whines.
“Poor Dweam.” Dream makes, what looks like, puppy dog eyes at Sapnap. Sapnap brings his hand to Dream’s forehead and smoothes out the creases that form from him frowning. He pushes his curly hair back and makes soothing motions into his hurting head. Dream definitely feels soothed right now with the comforting touch. “Do you want George to make you some soup?”
Now that he mentions it, Dream realizes just how hungry he is. He doesn’t know if he can stomach much besides George’s soup anyway, but George makes good soup. He is so hungry. “Yeah, can you ask him?” Sapnap nods and pulls out his phone, presumably to text George the request. Maybe part of the reason his stomach hurt so much was because he was hungry; he almost feels like he is starving. Dream’s stomach grumbles and Sapnap laughs.
“He’ll be down here in a minute,” he reassures.
A yawn escapes Dream's lips, “Wake me up when the food is ready,” he says as he closes his eyes. Sapnap continues petting him and it lulls him into a more peaceful sleep than last night. And he knows that when he wakes up he’ll feel loved with a full belly.
— — —
“Do you still want to kiss me?”
“What?”
“Do you still want to kiss me?”
“Who said I ever wanted to kiss you?”
George rolls his eyes at him and smirks, “You do.”
“Ok,” Dream laughs, “So what if I do?”
“Well, maybe I’ll let you kiss me.”
“You’ll let me?”
“Maybe.”
“What's in it for me?”
“What do you mean? You get to kiss me! Is that not enough? You’re so greedy.”
“It seems like you’re the one who wants to kiss me.”
“Shut up. Do you want to kiss me or not?”
Dream smiles and decides to stop teasing him, “Yeah,” he speaks softly.
“Ok…” George pauses and looks at him and Dream returns the look. He looks for something in his eyes and when he finds it he scooches closer to Dream, and Dream can’t help his eyes being drawn to his lips.
George breathes out while Dream feels his heart speeding up under his gaze and the heavy tension that is surrounding them now. Dream rests his hand on George’s knee, the touch grounding. George’s hand goes to rest upon his own.
Dream leans forward to rest his forehead against the other man’s and he hears his breath hitch. A moment passes where they just breathe together. Dream decides to make the first move though. He tilts his head a little and slowly slots their lips together. George’s lips are so soft. So soft against his own and Dream is suddenly aware of the fact that his are kind of chapped. The kiss is just a simple press of lips, and when they part the air is so heavy it’s almost suffocating. Their eyes lock; George has an odd kind of look. Dream can not believe he actually kissed him.
“That was weird,” the words that fall from George’s mouth are breathy and low.
Dream has to agree with him though. It was really weird kissing George, but it felt nice. “Yeah,” he says in response. Dream thinks that kissing George is something he might want to get used to.
— — —
Kisses are shared between them sometimes but Dream is still not used to it. George has taken a liking to giving Dream a peck whenever they’re close. Dream thinks it’s cute. Maybe it’s his way of saying a passing ‘i love you’ the way he himself does. He never does it when Sapnap is near. Dream doesn’t know if George has talked to him like he did with Dream. Maybe they kiss in private too. If that is the case then maybe he can be more affectionate with Sapnap too.
Thinking back to their conversation, Dream doesn't exactly know where they stand. Are they dating? This doesn’t feel like dating. This feels like something else. He thinks he prefers it though. He likes what they have.
It’s only a little surprising that George was the one to bring up these feelings. He’s not good with emotional stuff, but he has always been more open with them. He likes to think he is easy to talk to as well. George could never keep anything from them for long anyway. They are special, after all. He’s glad George said something though; he is enjoying this slight shift in their relationship. He can’t quite explain it. It’s almost like they are solidifying their commitment and love to each other. It feels good to know that their relationship is valued differently than others. He loves Sapnap and George so much.