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George kept tapping his foot on the marble floor below, a nervous tick which barely revealed a glimpse of the inner turmoil. The time had finally arrived, this long-awaited moment of his life. Even standing here, now, as he allowed his eyes to roam around the airport, a big part of him still couldn't believe it.
Still couldn't believe that he was standing in Florida airport.
It wasn't the first time that he was coming here, of course. George had already met up with Dream and Sapnap a few times over the years without ever making it publicly known to their respective audiences, as they had all decided that some privacy would have been for the better.
However, this time, it was final, because this time, George was here to stay for good. All three of them had come to a mutual agreement regarding George's addition to their house a long time ago, but unfortunately, their plans would get postponed by inconveniences that life threw at them.
Now, though, as he waited to pick up his luggage, he couldn't help the nerves that seemed to overtake his body, wiping his clammy palms on the fabric of his jeans. A familiar sound rang from his front pocket and he reached inside, grabbing his phone. Only as he attempted to type in his password did he realize that there was a slight tremor in his hands.
He chastised himself for the foolishness of it. It wasn't like George was going to be meeting Dream and Sapnap for the first time- hell, he hadn't even been this nervous when he had met up with them for the first time, so, what was different now?
Snapmap
turn around shortstack 4:42pm
George scowled, and as he took a step to the side, halfway turned around, two strong arms were wrapped around his back, pulling him tightly against a firm chest.
"Did you grow even shorter? I could have sworn last time you at least reached my shoulder."
A wide, giddy smile stretched on his mouth as Dream's voice rumbled against his ear, bringing his own arms around the blonde's waist.
"It's not my fault you're built like a fucking skyscraper." He bit back, a weak attempt at a remark as his grin betrayed his excitement. He basked in the familiar warmth that engulfed him, Dream's presence bringing forth a sense of comfort and safety.
"You kiss your mother with that mouth, Georgie?"
George's heart soared as Sapnap's lazy comment reached his ears, and took a step back, pulling away from Dream. He turned and was met with Sapnap's idiotic, smirking face looking down at him.
He rolled his eyes in exaggeration and pulled Sapnap in for a hug as well. George was aware that him initiating any kind of physical contact was a rare sight to witness, but being as ecstatic as he was, he abandoned his usual reservations. "Will you shut up and let me enjoy this moment before I start regretting it?" He huffed.
"Oh, you can regret it all you want, Gogy, but it's too late to turn back now," hands slithered their way up to his back, fingernails pressing against the nape of his neck. He could feel Sapnap's shit-eating grin against the side of his face, "you'll be seeing my gorgeous face first thing in the morning, every single day for the rest of your pathetic life! Don't you feel honored?"
George groaned and lightly shoved the man away, Sapnap's cackles filling his ears as he turned back to Dream. "How the fuck do you survive with him?"
Dream snorted, his lips twitching into an amused grin as he leaned down and grabbed George's luggage. "With a lot of patience and Xanax."
"Poor little Dweam, after all these years you still can't handle this hunk of man, huh?"
"Hunk of a man, how about you grab the other suitcase and make yourself useful?" Dream remarked, a mocking tone in his voice.
A warm feeling seeped its way into his chest, curling over his pounding heart as he watched his two best friends banter. Finally, he would become an official part of their lives, the three of them against the world. His eyes softened, a touch of sorrow tainting his soul at the memory of him from years, months ago, connected to a discord call with Dream and Sapnap, listening to them fool around as he laid in bed alone, an ocean away. The journey was difficult, and there were many times when George thought that Dream and Sapnap would have been better off without him, yet his heart was too selfish to ever allow him to cut ties with the two men entirely.
He blinked, snapping out of his thoughts as he noticed that Dream and Sapnap were already a bit up ahead, his two suitcases rolling behind them. George jogged up to them, falling into step beside them.
"I can carry my own suitcases, you don't have t-"
"Are you joking? What about the baby? It can't possibly carry that much weight!" Sapnap interrupted him, shooting him a crazed look as if what he had suggested was completely outlandish.
George frowned in confusion, "What baby?"
"You, of course! Our little Gogy-woggy." He scrunched up his nose in disgust as Sapnap proceeded to make baby noises at him, and as if in cue, an all-too-familiar wheeze was heard from beside Sapnap.
"Whatever, idiot."
Barely twenty minutes had passed, and George already wanted to strangle Sapnap.
When they finally arrived at Dream and Sapnap's house, George paused just before the building, taking it in.
Our home , his mind whispered at him, a small, timid smile making its way to his lips.
"Our home." He breathed, marveling at the gigantic structure looming over him.
"What was that?"
"I'm deteriorating, dying, my skin is melting off my bones, there's no salvation." George wailed, placing the back of his hand against his forehead dramatically.
Dream chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the wall next to the front door.
"Oh, come on, now, it's not that hot. You're just exaggerating because of your pale, delicate skin."
"I don't want to hear that from you, white boy."
Dream raised his palms up as if in surrender, and pushed off the wall, walking ahead. "Come on, let's get inside."
George walked up the porch and followed Dream inside. "Do you want me to take you to your room or...?"
He shook his head, flashing Dream a smile. "Up the stairs, down the hallway, second door to the left. I might be getting old but my memory's still sharp as ever."
"Okay, grandpa, go get settled in while I order some pizza for us."
George walked through the living room, heading for the stairs as he climbed up to the second floor. Once he opened the door to his room, he stood there for a few seconds, taking in the large, empty space around him, inspiring opportunity. He could make this place his own. At the realization that his own bedroom was only a door away from Dream's and Sapnap's, that same, giddy feeling returned, buzzing inside his body.
He walked up to the bed and plopped down, turning over to lie on his back as he now stared at the ceiling. It would take a while getting used to all of this, and perhaps he would sometimes get homesick, but there's nowhere in the world that he'd wish to be more besides here.
George’s eyelids slowly rolled shut, noticing how exhausted he actually was, as well as sleepy and disoriented from the massive time difference. He rolled to his side and blew out a long, content sigh, the comfort of the soft mattress underneath him lulling him into a peaceful slumber.
"-rge. Wakie wakie, Georgie, you can't sleep just yet."
He blinked his eyes open, lifting his hand up, rubbing at his left eye as he glanced up at Sapnap. "Wha- what time izzit?"
"Time for pizza, c'mon."
"Nooo," George whined, turning to the other side, his back now facing Sapnap. "I wanna hibernate, leave me alone."
"Last chance to get up." Sapnap warned, yet George ignored his words, remaining on his side, sleep slowly pulling him under once more.
Suddenly, one arm was wrapped around his back, the other hooked under his knees, and before he even had any time to react, he was being lifted off the bed and carried out the room.
"S-Sapnap!" He cried, eyes snapping wide open. "What the fuck! Put me down!"
"Oh, now you're awake, alright." Sapnap flashed him a grin full of teeth. "Don't worry, princess, we're almost there. I wouldn't wish for you to get any more exhausted than you already are."
In a matter of seconds, before he could even make an attempt to wiggle away, he was dropped down onto the couch in the living room right next to Dream.
There was a tense silence in the room as Sapnap walked away back into the kitchen, Dream merely sipping his drink with a knowing look in his eyes.
"Not a single word." George threatened, pointing his finger at Dream before he turned forward and grabbed a slice of pizza from the cardboard box on the table.
Suddenly, something nudged against his ankle and George lowered his head, his lips widening into a smile as Patches kept rubbing her head against him. He shoved the remaining piece of pizza into his mouth, grabbed a tissue to clean his hands with, and then leaned over, carefully lifting Patches onto his lap.
"Hello little baby, I missed you," he cooed as Patches started purring, knitting with her paws against the fabric of his pants.
"So, what are we watching?" Sapnap plopped down to his left, setting three bottles of beer on the low table in front of them.
"I'll let our special guest decide." Dream said as he pushed forward, grabbing a beer off the table, taking a swing.
He hummed in thought, idly petting Patches on his lap. "Harry Potter marathon."
Sapnap scoffed, aware of George's obsession with Harry Potter, having already watched the movies over ten times. Dream reached forward, grabbing the remote.
"Harry Potter it is."
The next morning, George was awoken by soft knocking on his door. He blinked his drowsiness away, stretching his arms above his head, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion as clinking reached his ears.
"Hey there sleepyhead."
"...Dream?" He said, voice still hoarse from sleep. George placed his hands on the mattress, pushing himself into a sitting position. As he glanced up at Dream, the words were stuck in his throat, lips parting as he gawked at the large tray that Dream was holding.
The plates on the tray were filled with food, and as George did a quick sweep of their content, his heart quickened at the realization that before him was presented the perfect English breakfast.
"Is that-" he cleared his throat, his face heating up as his voice cracked, "is that for me?"
Dream quirked an eyebrow, eyes shimmering with mirth. "Is that really so difficult to believe? What, I don't seem like the type of guy to care for my best friend?"
"No, no, that's now what I meant, I just..." He trailed off, at a loss for words as Dream carefully lowered the tray onto his lap.
"Thank you." He breathed, a wave of affection washing over him, his fingertips tingling at the wide smile that Dream flashed him.
"Of course." Dream bowed dramatically. "Anyways, we have a long day ahead of us, so when you're finished, we should get going. We'll be waiting for you downstairs."
George nodded. As Dream was about to leave, he leaned against the door, batting his eyelashes obnoxiously at him.
"Unless you want me to keep you company?"
"Get your disgusting ass out of my room!" He giggled, Dream's iconic wheeze being muffled as he closed the door behind him, leaving George alone.
The next few days, close to a week, were spent away from streaming, having taken some time to enjoy themselves, and also celebrate the fact that they were all finally together. They went shopping at the mall, went on daily trips to different lands, went sightseeing, and all kinds of different things.
One thing that remained the same throughout this weekly excursion of theirs was that Dream and Sapnap would not stop doting on him. It was getting to a point where George started to genuinely feel bad, feeling as if he was taking advantage of their money, yet his two best friends denied anything of the sort, insisting that they merely wished for him to have a memorable time. Knowing well just how stubborn Dream and Sapnap could be, he reluctantly allowed this to continue, accepting how things were. (He would never admit it out loud, but deep down, a small part of him reveled at the fact that he was that cared for, cared for just as much as he had for them in return).
And that's how, at one point, George found himself glancing at Sapnap's beloved skateboard which was positioned just in front of his feet.
"Are you sure? Like, sure sure? Like, one hundred percent sure you want me to-"
"George," Sapnap interrupted him, letting out a short bark of laughter, "Stop whining like a baby and get on with it. I wouldn't be suggesting this if I wasn't sure."
In reality, he knew that Sapnap had no problem with George using his skateboard (even though they all knew how much he treasured his skateboard), the actual problem was that George was a tad... scared to get on and try. In his defense, face-planting to the asphalt below wasn't a priority in his to-do list.
"Fine!" He finally relented as Sapnap gaze pierced into him. "Fine, I'm going, jeez. Just remember that if I die I'm coming back to haunt you."
George tentatively raised his right foot, placing it on the center, then slid it slightly to the right, making space for his other foot. After a beat, he quickly brought his other foot on the board as well, his hands shooting forward, grabbing onto Sapnap clumsily for leverage.
"Shut up," he hissed in embarrassment, and Sapnap laughed, gliding his hands over George's forearms, clasping his hands into his own.
"Just so you know, Dream is getting all of this on camera."
"What?!"
He whipped his head upwards, letting out a sharp 'Dream!' as he found the blonde to be standing several feet ahead of them, phone in hand, mockingly waving at him.
"I swear to God if you upload that I'm gonna fucking kill-" as he rushed off the skateboard, his foot slipped, the board rolling away. He tensed, bracing for the impact, yet it never came. George slowly opened his eyes, his breath hitching into his throat as Sapnap's face was inches away from his own, a charismatic smile adorning his handsome features.
"Is his Highness unharmed?" The corner of Sapnap's lips curved upwards into a smirk, tightening his grip around George's waist, fingernails digging into his hip bone.
He gritted his teeth, well aware of just how flushed his face must be right now. "You're both fucking insatiable." He pushed away, and turned around, stomping away.
He crossed his arms, refusing to acknowledge either Dream's or Sapnap's presence as they both ran up to him. However, the soft touches, arms wrapped around his shoulders, contagious laughs, and bright eyes that gazed into his own were more than enough to make him crack a smile, an unknown force pressing down against his chest, stealing his breath away.
One morning, as George padded downstairs, walking into the kitchen, he raised his eyebrow in confusion as he only found Sapnap sitting on the table, eating cereal, phone in hand.
"Dream's not awake yet?" He asked, nearing the fridge. Dream was a morning person, thus, usually, he would be the first to wake up and start making breakfast for them.
"You just missed him, actually."
He blinked, turning to Sapnap. "He left at this hour? Where to?"
Sapnap shrugged a shoulder, eyes glued to his phone screen. "Dunno, he said something about having to run an errand; knowing him, he'll probably get sidetracked and return later in the night."
"Huh," he said. "So, it's just us two, then."
There was a few seconds of silence, and he paused, his mind finally processing how his words could be misunderstood. He whipped towards Sapnap, raising his finger at him, eyes narrowed as his friend was already leering at him with a wide grin plastered on his face.
"Shut up." He snapped, already aware of what was about to follow.
"Georgie," Sapnap cooed, "I didn't know you wanted to spend some alone time with me that badly. You don't have to be shy, baby, you know I'm all yours."
He groaned as he hid his face into his hands. "Literally, shut up. God, you're so annoying." He turned his back to Sapnap, opening the fridge, contemplating what he should have for breakfast. Perhaps some toast and marmalade would be-
A high-pitched shout escaped his lips as a pair of arms enclosed around the front of his waist, lifting him off the ground. He squirmed, a somewhat weak attempt to get away as he swatted Sapnap's arms and side, yet the man behind him merely laughed as George was carried into the living room. Along with Sapnap, he was seated on the couch, settled between the man's legs as those arms pulled him flush against Sapnap's chest, refusing to let him go.
George made one last attempt for an escape, but as the strong arms around his middle merely tightened, he surrendered, ashamed to admit that there was a slight pant-like quality in his breathing.
"Why the fuck do you always do this?"
"Do what?" Sapnap asked innocently, his heart leaping to his throat as lips grazed against George's nape.
"Y-You and Dream, you are always so... touchy and just- you pass me around like a goddamn tennis ball!" He squeaked the words in a rush as Sapnap continued to nuzzle against the side of his neck, unfazed from the flustered mess that was George.
"Well, how else are we going to love you?" His face heated up, exhaling a shaky breath at the pure honesty behind Sapnap's murmured words. George would never understand how both he and Dream could be so forward, so blunt with their emotions, always wearing their heart on their sleeves. George was always terrified of what that finality would entail, the 'aftermath' that was sure to follow after every statement. The inevitable rejection, the potential laughingstock he would become because of it. There was too much at stake, too much to lose, so he had decided that he wouldn't give all of himself, because if he did, he wasn't sure he would be whole again.
"And you're just so tiny and cute, we couldn't possibly resist the temptation."
"Simps." He scoffed, glad that he was turned with his back to Sapnap, unable to see just how crimson his cheeks were.
"Only for you."
For the rest of the morning, till noon, he and Sapnap watched movies together, then switched it up to anime (he decided to indulge in Sapnap's wish and, as it turned out, didn't regret it as his friend turned into a ball of excitement as they put on HunterxHunter), cuddled up on the couch. Usually, George would hate such prolonged physical intimacy, but here, lying in Sapnap's arms, his friend absentmindedly tracing random patterns with his finger on the back of George's hand, he found himself relaxing into it. He felt as if, right here, in this very moment, he could stop existing, hide away from the outer world, his own safe cocoon.
At one point, he felt his bladder start to actively irritate him, and he gently tapped Sapnap's arms, pushing forward to get up, yet he was met with resistance.
"No."
"Wha- what do you mean ‘no’? Get your ass off, I need to go to the bathroom!"
"No." Sapnap repeated, a pout evident in the tone of his voice. "Comfy, don't wanna move."
"Oh, well, then I guess you wouldn't mind me pissing all over your couch." He mocked, and regretted the words as soon as they had come out of his mouth.
"Yeah?" He jolted as Sapnap placed his hand over his bladder, applying pressure. "Is that what you want, baby?"
With all of his strength, he wrenched away, standing on his two feet. "You," he said, turning to Sapnap, "are fucking disgusting. What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Sapnap merely grinned up at him, and he huffed, whirling around and stomping down the hall to the bathroom. A sick, perverted feeling swirled low in his belly, leaving his hands shaky, but he pushed it down in the depths of his mind, ignoring it.
Once he was done, he washed his hands and stepped outside the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He shoved his hand in his pocket, taking out his phone to check his new notifications. He clicked his tongue as a crumpled piece of paper fell out from his pocket on the floor and bent down, picking it up.
George paused, and slowly cast his eyes upon the far left corner of the hallway, eyebrows furrowing at the sight of a door. Was that always there, or had he just missed it? As he searched through his memories, he couldn't recall this door into any of the previous times that he had been here. Maybe they made a new addition to the house? Another bedroom, perhaps?
Curiosity getting the best of him, he stepped closer, the door fully coming into his vision now. George raised his hand, about to grab onto the doorknob when fingers snatched his wrist, digging into his skin, halting any movement.
"What are you doing, Georgie?"
He snapped his gaze up, locking eyes with Sapnap. He parted his lips, yet words refused to spill out of his mouth, something in the way Sapnap looked down on him, his eyes glinting, making him falter.
"This, uh, this door didn't use to be here, right? I was only wondering what you guys turned this room into." He explained, stealing a glance towards the door.
Sapnap's lips curved into a smile, yet George could tell that it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Oh, that's just our storage room, there's nothing else to it, really." He said dismissively and slipped his other arm around George's lower back, guiding him away, into the living room once more.
He stole a quick glance towards Sapnap, his friend's expression unreadable as they settled onto the couch once more. As the paused episode of HunterxHunter resumed, he decided that it was nothing to be concerned about.
The next morning, he had already forgotten about the storage room.