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George snaked his hands up to lace together behind Dreams neck, elbows bending to hold the other close, invading his personal space in the foyer of Dreams frat, which was now a makeshift dance floor.
Hips moved to the timing of whatever song was playing through the room, a dingy, intense beat that rocked the speakers hard enough for everyone to feel the bass in their chests. George cast his eyes down to his feet, watching the way his and Dreams feet moved in sync.
Dream wasn’t much of a dancer, George could feel the tenseness in his neck under his hands. Distantly, he appreciated Dream’s dedication to his mission of showing off to a certain someone. George knew how much better off he was without the other boy, he just wanted to show him. Rub it in his face for a night.
Dream, being the greatest best friend in the world, was more than happy to help.
Speak of the devil, George felt large hands grab his waist, encouraging the swaying movements of his hips with a sturdy grip. George’s tee had ridden up from the way his arms were extended upwards over Dreams shoulders, and the hands had hit the bare skin of his sides. Biting back a shudder at the skin on skin contact, George dropped his head back to look at Dream in front of him.
The sight in front of him was blurry due to the several drinks Dream had bought and hidden in his room earlier. Knowing that George hated the selection of beer and vodka that was synonymous with a frat party, this was a common occurrence. The blurriness was also partially due to their closeness. Dream’s face was barely six inches from George’s, and George revelled in the hot breaths that hit his nose. Dream was watching George with a half lidded gaze and a sly smile. Green eyes were hazy and swimming with the heat of the room and alcohol buzzing in his system, but they never once left George’s face. Dream cracked a proper smile and laughed brightly as he spun George in front of him, who easily took to Dreams lead, matching his laughter with soft giggles. Dream felt his heart glow, he loved his best friend all of the time, but George under the influence was something different. Happy, glowing, carefree. And extremely, incredibly bold.
But who was Dream to call someone out for that.
George felt Dream seperate himself for a moment, only to return with two plastic shot glasses, the vodka swimming in the glow under LED lights. George scrunched up his face out of instinct, but the scowl quickly fell when he felt the rim of the blue plastic meet his lips.
“Bottoms up.”
Dream tipped the shot upwards, and laced one of his hands in brown curls to help guide George’s head back, easing the alcohol down his throat. His hand stayed put in brown curls as George bought his head back up, his eyes were closed and a groan slipped from loose lips at the taste. Dream felt his cheeks light up at the noise, and stayed warm as George plucked the shot from Dreams hand and held it to Dreams lips mockingly.
“Bottoms up.”
Dream bit the edge of the shot glass, using just enough force to yank it from George’s hand, and knocked his head back with ease, taking the vodka like water. George scoffed when Dream met his gaze again, smiling coyly over the plastic rim. He took the plastic from Dreams mouth and flicked it off to the side nonchalantly.
“Such a frat boy move, you big man.”
“Litterbug, this isn’t even your frat.”
“I don’t have a frat, idiot.”
“Oh, believe me, we know. You make it obvious enough.”
“Forgive me for having standards for myself.”
“Keep in mind where you’re standing right now.”
Dream poked George’s chest with his pointer finger.
“And who buys drinks so you don’t have to get drunk off of those disgusting shots.”
George sighed dramatically and laced his hands behind Dreams neck again, bringing him back into his personal space, speaking with a sarcasm laced tongue.
“What would I do without you.”
“Probably be vomiting, and you’d be living without Daniel's insane death glare right now.”
George hummed in satisfaction.
“Is he looking?”
“To put it lightly, sure.”
“I wanna see.”
Dream nodded with a smirk, a look in his eyes that George knew all too well after the years of friendship with Dream.
Follow my lead.
George nodded and felt his head dip a little more than he expected, the extra shot of vodka seemingly taking its hold on his actions.
He felt Dream's hands grab his waist and turn his around to the beat of the music, George kept his hips swaying naturally and felt Dream press his chest up against George’s back, warm in all the right places. They were now both facing the kitchen, where they had a full view of the people who were chatting and drinking.
George saw Sapnap and Karl, leaning against each other, talking to Quackity. He distantly wondered if he’d see Karl back in their shared dorm tonight or with knotted hair and a painted neck the next morning. George would grill him for joining the dark side after staying the night at the frat, knowing how desperately he wished it was him.
Admittedly, it had been him several times, parties like this where it got too late and they were both too tired, too drunk, too lazy. When Dream would lend George a hoodie and sweats, three sizes too big, and they would both fall drunkenly into Dreams bed together. They never did anything more, and it wasn’t abnormal for it to happen.
George envied Karl’s post-sex aura every time he came home from spending a night with Sapnap, but sometimes he would wake up with Dreams arm thrown haphazardly over his waist.
He told himself it was enough.
“Can you see him?”
George snapped back to reality and continued scanning the room in front of him, until he looked on to a fiery blue eyed gaze.
Daniel McAdams was the bane of George’s existence, and simultaneously, Dream’s too. Hence his agreement to help George show Daniel how much better off he was now. He rested against the marble countertop as Punz talked his ear off. But the former wasn’t listening, instead preoccupied with shooting icy daggers across the room to where George and Dream swayed. George held his eye contact, challenging and stubborn. He cocked his chin up and leaned back into Dream confidently, relishing in the way Dream held him and saw Daniel visibly seethe. The raven-headed boy in the kitchen rolled his eyes and met George’s gaze again. He narrowed blue eyes and quickly glanced to Dream, then back to George, and scoffed. As if to say,
Him. Really?
George felt possessive fire course through his veins, the knowledge that Dream, theoretically, would be a better lover than Daniel could have ever hoped to be coursed through his blood, and the way Daniel withered away from his stare momentarily told George that the way he felt was pretty obvious on his face.
“What was that?”
Hands grazed up his sides and Dream dropped his head closer to George’s neck, breathing the words on the shell of George’s ear hotly. George knew how that must’ve looked, and he craned his neck, playing into their little act as he held eye contact with Daniel, who was still watching.
George hummed a small nothing, and felt Dream nod against his hair, hands still grazing George’s sides absentmindedly, leaving fire in their wake. George took advantage of their position and closed his eyes for a second, knowing that Dream was doing this all for show, but relishing in the idea of what if it wasn’t. The warm hands that belonged to his best friend shouldnt have him feeling this way, like putty under the touch, but through his drunken haze, he felt something close to safe.
When he opened his eyes again, Daniel was gone. Casting his eyes around the room, he felt Dream twig to his confusion and felt his grasp loosen up a little.
“You lose him?”
George nodded.
“It’s weird, like, I can still feel him looking?”
Dream hummed from above him as he used his height advantage to search the room for a few moments, before George saw a head with short raven hair making its way through the crowd.
Beelining straight to Dream and George.
The look on his face was borderline murderous as he caught George’s gaze through the crowd once again. This time, George felt his heart jump as the upper hand slipped from out of his grasp.
Dream somehow noticed the shorter man making his way towards the two before George could say anything. George felt himself lean back into Dream as the grip on his sides returned, stronger than the last time. A hand came up to his cheek as Dream angled George’s face to meet his eyes, the back of George’s head pressed into Dreams shoulder as wide brown eyes were soothed under the warmth of green ones.
“Is he still coming over here?”
Dream dipped his head down closer to George’s to see to the side of his head better.
“Yeah, he is.”
“I don’t want to talk to him.”
George’s breath hit Dreams lips, they were both so, so close to each other, facial features blurry from the proximity. Bodies dancing around them created an atmosphere that had them both sweating, and the heat that both gazes held didn’t help. Dream gripped the side of his best friends head a little harder, marvelling in the way it made his eyelashes flutter and burning under the fire George’s gaze left in its wake as it flitted down to his lips, and back up to meet his eyes.
“Then we’ll make sure you’re… preoccupied.”
Dream grazed his lips against George’s and felt his best friend tense slightly in his grip. Scared he’d read the situation completely wrong, Dream pulled away, cursing himself for letting his stupid little crush on his best friend blind him. This was nothing but Dream doing George a favour. Dream felt shame course through his blood alongside the alcohol, mentally beating himself for taking advantage of the situation like this. He went to pull away completely, apology hot on his tongue, until a gravelly voice yelled from a few meters away.
“George. Nice to see you’re-“
And George spun around in Dreams arms, both hands finding the sides of his neck, and kissed him with blinding force.
The voice near them could’ve still been speaking, yelling, singing the national anthem, but Dream wouldn’t have known over the sound of blood rushing in his ears. Remembering suddenly that this was still for show, literally for the person a few meters away, Dream snaked his arms around the small of George’s back, pulling him closer.
George broke the kiss and let out a breathy gasp when their crotches collided briefly and Dream felt embarrassment rise in his cheeks, until he joined the kiss again, still sensing eyes of a third party on the pair. George grazed his thumbs under Dream's jawline as if to ask permission, to which Dream gladly slackened his jaw, letting George’s tongue drag filthy noises from his throat.
Daniel still stood in place, crossing his arms from a safe distance as if waiting for them to be done. Dream felt annoyance boil in his stomach under the judgemental gaze from the other man, and George seemed to feel similar as he let out a little frustrated huff against Dreams lips. Dream took the break to attach his lips to George’s neck, just under his ear, who gladly angled his head to allow the other more room, breathing heavily.
“Why won’t he go away?” Dream rasped against the nape of his neck.
“I don’t know, he looks, god , looks bored?”
Dream broke away from George’s neck to look him in the eyes, both men’s pupils were blown wide and their chests were heaving. Dream let a competitive smile play at his lips.
“Should we put on a show then?”
George matched his smile perfectly and nodded devilishly. Dream felt something fond ache at how effortless they fit together like that.
“Tell me if it gets too much.”
George nodded dismissively and leaned up to reconnect their lips again, this time, it was push and pull, desperate gasps ripping from both parties as they made the kiss look at dirty and wanting as possible. Dream let his hands slip from their position on George’s back down to his rest on the denim that covered his ass. His mind distantly wondered if this was too far, but when George pushed back into the touch, Dream took it as an invitation to squeeze. George pulled back from the kiss with Dreams bottom lip between his teeth, a high whine ripping from him as he rolled his hips forward while Dream continued to squeeze the soft skin over his jeans.
The roll of George’s hips had Dream panting into George’s mouth shamelessly, just loud enough for them both to hear. Small hands raked through blonde locks as George pushed himself closer, closer, closer. Dream couldn’t pull away even if he tried at this point.
Not that he wanted to.
Another squeeze to the skin under George’s jeans had the brunette outwardly moaning against into the kiss, and the sound sent fire into the lower regions of Dreams stomach. He feared George might try to roll his hips again, and it would end in more embarrassing noises and a very noticeable indent in his jeans, when no one other than Sapnaps voice rang out loud over the music,
“Get a fucking room you two! My God!”
The venom in his voice was cancelled out by the knowing look in his eye as he successfully distracted the two. Sap was draped over Daniel himself, who looked like he’d just seen a ghost, and when George met his gaze he positively ran off.
Dream stifled giggles from behind George as Sapnap faked crying, putting his balled fists up to his eyes and twisting them with an exaggerated pout.
Sapnap hated Daniel as much as George did, and George loved him for it as he laughed at his friend, who blew them a kiss.
“But seriously, my god, that was… Take it upstairs.”
They both stared at each other for a moment, unsure of where they go now after that whole, ordeal.
Music thumped loudly around them, but the silence between the two was louder than any Travis Scott song that night. Faced with the unknown, Dream did what he knew best, taking George’s hand and leading him up the stairs towards his room, like they had done so many times before.
Several steps later, Dream pushed them both into the dark room and turned the lock, flicking the light on at the same time.
Not much was said between the two for the rest of the night as they fell into their routine. Dream chucked a hoodie and sweats at his best friend(?) and left to brush his teeth. George joined him as he finished, grabbing the toothbrush he kept in the frat for nights like this and brushing the taste of vodka away.
Dream waited for George at the door of the bathroom, and when George finished up, he held out his hand nonchalantly.
George took it carefully.
Hand in hand they climbed into bed, the mutual understanding of ‘we need to talk’ laid heavy in the air.
But that was for the morning.
When George would wake up with Dreams arms around his waist, purposely wrapped instead of accidentally thrown.
And maybe that was the start of something that could be enough.