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It was November 1st 2022. Georges Birthday. But it wasn't just his birthday it was the first birthday that he'd be celebrating irl with his 2 bestfriends Spanap and dream.
Dream being big on Birthday traditions was insisting that'd they'd bake the cake that Georges Morher always made for him as a kid.
Even after several whines from George saying that 'this was gonna be a disaster' or that 'someone is gonna get burned' dream was adamant and hyping the other two up, pulling them into the kitchen.
George let out a aggravated 'uuhgg' as he pulls his head to the celling his pale neck showing clearly. "Dreeeeam I don't know how to do this can't we just order cake?" "I like that idea" sapnap mutters quietly in the corner of the room.
"No! We're making the cake ourselves look its not even that hard I'll help you" dream says walking over to the brunett stepping behind him, gently gripping and guiding his arms and hands, feeling the man tense up slightly at the close proximity.
"You know what? you two do your thing I'll be back when there is cake to eat" Sapnap says watching them, fed up with the thirdwheeling that had already started.
Dream and George shot him a look but didn't really mind the leaving, quite honestly enjoying the alone time the two had together.
After all nothing weird was going on. It was just one friend helping the other bake their birthday cake. Right?
The thoughts flew from their minds as dream continued to guide the smaller man's Hands over all of the ingredients, let him measure them and then add them into the bowl.
"Dream you have to let go of me now I need to get something from the cupboard" George says trying to wiggle out of the tight grip the blond man's arm had on his.
"Wh- what oh ye- oh sure" the taller man says as he steps back letting his now empty arms fall to the side of his body.
"Idiot" he hears the small man Mutter under his breath with a slight chuckle as he turns to the big cupboard opens it and pulls out a small silver whisk.
Slowly he steps back to the bowl and starts to mix all the ingredients, but doing so with way to much force so that chocolate cake mix landed everywhere covering several appliances and also their faces.
Dream immediately steps forward and grabs Georges Hand stopping him from creating even more chaos.
"Ops" George mutters as he looks around at the big mess he made. He turns his Face and looks in the blonds chocolatemix covered face.
They both laugh, dream let's go of his arm and turns to the sink to grab a dish towel and wets it to clean themselves up.
When he has the damp towel clutched in his left hand he returns back over to George sliding his right hand on his cheek to stabalize his face making it easier to clean it with the towel.
George feels the big strong hand on his cheek, and begins to melt into it slightly until the wet towel suddenly hits him in the face scaring him out of his comfort.
Dream gently slides the Cloth on his forehead, the cheek that he doesn't have the hand on, and lastly, Georges lips. Leaving them shining. In the slight wet state they are more inviting than they ever have been, subtle drops of Water dripping of them and rolling down georges chin eventually hitting the floor.
When he's done cleaning the guys face his hand doesn't leave its place, it stays right there on the warm soft cheek that was glistening in a light pink blush.
He looks at Georges Face tight in his embrace, eyes locked on the lips he has been wanting to kiss for so long. Then his eyes wander to Georges his stare directed upwards also onto the others lips.
Dream takes a step forward his body now dangerously close to georges and he can feel his warm breath softly hit his chin, green eyes locking onto brown ones, bodys being swung together so hard you could believe they were one, hands in hair, feet knocking together and then, they kiss.
Their lips touch and dream is exploding, moving in a perfect rhythm with georges body, being gentle and soft but kissing with more passion and love he has ever kissed anyone.
They move together dream biting Georges lower lip forcing the brunett to let out a whimper and open his mouth. Dream slides his tounge in and just like with the slung together bodys you could think they were one in the same.
They kiss for what feels like hours, Pulling apart breathlessly staring at each other hands loosely falling out of hair of off hips and letting go of blush stricken Cheeks.
"Uhh do you want to continue baking the cake?" Dream finally breaks the painfully long lasting awkward silence, catching george, who was aperantlly deep in thought, of guard and nearly making him jump.
"Uh Huh wha?" He mumbles out pulled from his captivating mind.
Dream chuckles whole heartedly and repeats his question getting a small chuckle and a slight nod back as an answer.
So they mix the cakebatter again, this time dream being the one guiding the Wisk to avoid the absolute mess from repeating. They were blowing up balloons, sometimes even inhaling the gas to make their Voices funny to get a laugh out of the other.
Dream Loved Georges Laugh he thinks, it's the best sound in the world for him, and hearing the small brunett fold over in laughter made him happier than anything else ever could, except for maybe kissing him again.
The noise in the kitchen dies down after a while, both the boys tiredly sitting on the floor next to each other leaning on the white cupboards behind them waiting for the cake to be done in the oven.
Suddenly george moves. He turns so that he's laying flat on his back and places his head onto dreams stomach, hand clutching tightly to the black material of his hoodie.
Dream looks down in confusion at the boy in his lap but after a second adjusts to the thought and moves one of his strong hands to the fluffy brown head of hair and started threading his fingers through the silky almost fabric like hair.
After way to long the cake stands in all it's might in the middle of a destroyed kitchen, the three men, sapnap had, just like he said he would, come back as soon as the cake was done, staring at their beautiful masterpiece.
"You guys wanna watch a movie while we devour this thing?" Sapnap asks looking at the two.
Dream can see George suppress a giant Yawn, obviously signalizing that he was tired, but he gave sapnap a little nod and so he decided to also agree.
They carefully brought the chocolaty dessert over to the Living room table, together with some plates, spoons and forks and some nice hot Chocolate as it was getting pretty chilly In the big house.
Dream and George opted for the couch, but Sapnap threw himself on the floor directly infront of the TV, 'like a toddler' dream had quietly whispered to George forcing a loud giggle out of the older causing his Heart to warm.
They were watching some weird action film sapnap was adamant about but neither of the other two had even heard of this movie ever. But it was late and sapnap would be a pain in the ass if they didn't let him do his thing so they both looked at each other and agreed making the Youngest squeak in gidy.
The movie was actually, to dreams suprise, not that bad, quite interesting even. George on the other hand didn't think so, not being a big fan of action movies, his stomach full of the heavy dessert, and the already way to late time caused his eyes to slip closed. But only for a couple seconds, sleeping while sitting up wasn't the best, especially if there is a loud movie playing right into your ears, so he tries to keep himself awake, eyes closing shot for only a couple seconds at a time until his body involuntarily slaps him out of the sleep.
Dream now begins to realize the Brunets struggles and slowly leans over to his left ear and whispers soft and quietly "you can lay on me if you want to, you're super tired I can see that."
Georges eyes wander worryingly over to sapnap trying to ask the blond a question without ever opening his mouth.
The blond immediately understands and answers "he won't see he's to into the movie besides if he sees then so be it"
George thinks for a minute and then slowly climbs into the Blonds lap his head now resting comfortably on his bestfriends shoulder chest flushed against chest, his heart beating against dreams heart. He wraps his heavy arms around dreams waist clinging on to the back of dreams Hoodie.
He's about to fall asleep as he feels a big blanket being pulled over his head, two big arms gripping him gently, a kiss on his head and a voice quiet and so soft whispering into his ear
"Happy Birthday, Love"
And with those words he drifts into his sleep. This was by far his best Birthday ever.
THE END.