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There’s a click when they disconnect from the call, soft giggles that once filled the air slowed to silence. Heavy and exhausted.
Maybe eating all those sweets wasn't such a good idea, but who could care about the consequences when his cheeks still hurt from smiling.
With a heavy sigh, George slumps down into his chair. There’s a look on Sapnaps face, a soft smile dances on his lips and his eyes crinkle slightly.
George huffs a laugh, finding no words that would better fit the silence.
“What’s so funny?”
He shrugs, “We gotta clean this up.” He shakes his head, “you realize how many crumbs you got on my desk?”
Of course Sapnap denies it, shaking his head with a smile, “I did no such thing.”
George rolls his eyes, “Sapnap. Come on, we have to clean—“
he isn’t even able to finish his sentence before Sapnap is interjecting again.
“No, you need to clean this up. I am going to watch a movie.”
“Sapnap.”
“George.”
He sighs, stubborn Sapnap. There’s no point in arguing with a rock.
“Fine, we can clean in the morning, I’m too tired anyway.” He says with feigned annoyance, giving into Sapnap’s wishes even if he wanted it too.
Sapnap, having already spun around in his chair, flops onto the couch.
George rolls his eyes, grabbing the remote off the table before he too drops onto the couch.
Sapnap grabs a blanket wrapping himself up in it and sprawling himself out on the couch,
George looks back at the younger foundley, he can’t help but smile.
“Move over idiot, you're taking up all the space.”
Sapnap groans before sitting up, giving space for George to sit.
They’re a shoulder apart. scrolling absentmindedly through whatever is on Netflix.
It’s silent again, though this time it’s only a little awkward.
A tension between them is unmentioned.
After a bit of searching, George finally just selects a random movie. Nothing that seems too exciting, a bit boring maybe.
Every subtle movement feels weighted.
Sapnap sighs, leaning into George’s side. It’s almost a shock to the older when he actually f eels a body against him.
Though, it’s not like they haven’t touched before. So why was now so weird?
Sapnal shifts again, this time there’s a tug on his arm. It’s pulled up and over sapnaps head, laying it across his shoulders.
“Sapnap,” he’s a little breathless, “what are you doing?”
He hums, “snuggling.”
“oh.”
No other words are shared as the movie plays quietly in the background, but George can only focus on sapnaps soft breathing.
He was almost afraid to move. Like he would break and shatter whatever was happening.
His fingers twitch, a want to reach, to curl his fingers into soft hair.
Sapnap groans, “ugh, George.”
He sits up so abruptly startling George. Had he done something wrong?
“I want to cuddle.” He drags the ‘E’ out.
George is only more confused, “I thought we were?”
Sapnap laughs at that, “no, George. That was not cuddling.”
“What would you like then?” And it’s almost like a dare. A test to see what Sapnap will actually do.
He smiles, scooting them to the far side of the couch. “Lay down.”
George doesn’t immediately move, stunned. Sapnap rolls his eyes.
With a guiding hand on George’s shoulder, he pushes him down until he’s laying.
Sapnap soon follows after, laying half on top of him, “see, now put your arms here. . .”
George lets himself be guided as Sapnap entangles their limbs.
He hums when he’s finally comfortably wrapped up in George’s arms, “now this is cuddling.”
George feels like his whole body’s on fire, and he can’t tell if sapnap feels the same
“We should. . . We should do this more often.” He speaks softly, scared if he talks too loud he might wake from this dream.
Sapnap nods against his chest, “anytime you want, gogy.”
George's hand rubs soft circles against his back, slow as he watches Sapnap rise and fall with every breath.
Soon, though, he lets his hand travel slow, dragging fingers up towards his head.
Slow to not startle, his hand drifts farther and farther up. Only stopping once he’s reached soft brown curls.
George is hesitant, he feels like he’s pushing his luck. He softly cards his hand through sapnaps soft hair.
Neither of them mention anything, still mainly basking in each other’s presence.
A warm bubble wraps around them, worry of a mess in the other room is long gone.
It’s nice, after all this time of long, late night discord calls between just the two of them.
Exhaustion weighs heavy on both of them. George can feel the lids of his eyes begin to be tugged down.
Sapnap’s breaths even out, slow and long.
George sighs, scared to close his eyes in fear of ruining anything.
Sapnap mumbles. And he feels it more than he actually hears it.
With his eyes drooping shut, he asks, “did you say something, Sapnap?”
“I’m just happy to be here”
“I’m. . .” He pauses, ”I’m happy you're here too, Sapnap.”
His brows furrow, why did he feel so wrong all of a sudden.
His heart begins to ache where it once felt so warm and full. He feels heavy, but now it’s only the weight of his own actions.
What was he doing?
Cuddling Sapnap? Sure, he knows dream and him did it all the time in Florida, hearing all about it over calls.
It hurt to hear, and he had never felt so distant.
It’s just two friends cuddling. It should mean nothing more. It doesn't mean anything, sapnap even did the same with karl.
Yeah sure, they were all friends. Best friends even. But, there was something about Sapnap that had him so deep in quicksand he’s stopped struggling to get out, letting himself sink.
Knowing how sapnap was with others, made him think that's all they would ever be.
Friends.
Being this close to Sapnap felt like a crime. Like he had broken some unspoken rule.
Sapnap just likes touch, he likes being close to his friends.
George didn’t want to just be friends.
He doesn’t even feel Sapnap sit up from his chest.
Careful hands cup his cheeks, “George? Hey, are you alright?”
It’s whispered so softly he barely hears it.
He realizes that, oh, his cheeks are wet.
And, oh. He’s crying.
“George,” his thumb rubs his cheek, wiping away stray tears. “What’s wrong?”
He sniffles, “uhm, I’m—“ he inhales shakily before continuing, “I dont. . . I didn’t realize. I’m sorry.”
Sapnap’s thumb stills, pausing over the center of his cheek, “it’s alright, you didn’t do anything wrong.”
He fights against the wall of tears that build again.
“I did. I did.”
“George, breath.”
He takes a deep and long breath. Focusing on the concerned look in sapnaps eyes.
Before he finally sinks beneath sand, he lets himself give in, “I think I love you, I mean, I think I’ve loved you for a while.”
His confession is met with silence. And he can’t tell if Sapnap is angry at him or not.
And when the silence only continues, George stumbles for an excuse.
“Sapnap. . . I’m— no I shouldn’t have said anything. Just. Let's Just forget this.”
He almost mumbles another apology but is stopped when Sapnap leans forward, using the hands on George’s cheeks to pull him in.
It’s slow, George is almost too stunned to react. Much less close his eyes.
Sapnap pulls back, knocking their foreheads together, “you idiot.”
“You. . .”
“Yes, I love you too.” He laughs.
“Kiss me again.”
And he does. Though, this time George is kissing back.
He practically melts in Sapnaps palms.
It’s not perfect. they’re both clumsy, knocking noses together when George pushes forward to get closer.
Pulling back for a breath, George finally lets out a laugh of his own. “Pinch me. I don’t wanna be dreaming.”
Sapnap pinches his cheek, George grimaces.
“Trust me, baby. Not a dream.”
George rolls his eyes before sinking back into sapnaps touch. The movie's end credits roll, though it’s long forgotten.
With a couple more kisses and quiet giggles, they fall asleep in each other’s arms.
And in that moment, curled up together, they both couldn’t feel anything other than pure happiness.
Though, in the morning, they’d feel a bit disappointed the mess didn't clean itself up.