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Okay, so maybe Dream was jealous.
Maybe a tad bit of jealousy had found it’s way into his heart. Maybe.
But, he had the right to be, okay?
George, his best friend, had decided to kiss Karl.
Now, Karl was great. Dream had no problem with Karl; he loved the guy, actually. The problem was simply that he had kissed George.
Yes, George was Dream’s best friend, and yes, hypothetically he should be happy for him because, really, who knew George was brave enough to kiss Karl Jacobs on the fucking lips. But, and I repeat but, if George was going to kiss any of the sex havers— even as a joke— it should have been him. If George wanted to kiss the other 3 after Dream then maybe that would've been fine, but now, everything was ruined.
Dnf was dead and Dream along with it.
So, yeah, he exposed them on his Discord podcast. He was upset. He tends to expose things when he’s upset.
Hours later when the pair had found out about it, Dream was relieved to see Karl playing into it. He’d tweeted on his private and even listened to a Taylor Swift song to make the fans happy. But, George, on the other hand, was radio silent.
Dream knew firsthand that sometimes George tended to shut down and not talk to anyone for days. He knew that. He did. And, he was usually fine with it. But now, it was kind of his fault. So, he felt bad.
When George found out, he’d texted Dream saying dnf is over and hadn’t replied to any of Dream’s multiple calls since.
He knew George didn’t really mean it, but he also knew that George was upset. And he didn’t know how to fix anything if the brunette wasn’t answering his stupid calls.
Three days later, George was active on Discord. Dream’s eyes lit up as he immediately started a voice chat. He let out a sigh of relief when George joined.
“Dream,” he said in a tone a mother would use on her soon-to-be-in-trouble child.
The blonde’s sucked in a breath and smiled even though George couldn’t see, “Hi, George. Am I in trouble?”
George let out a single breath of laughter before saying, “Yes. Lots. You made Twitter go crazy and the fans won’t stop DMing me about Karl!”
“Just say it was a joke then, if you don’t want everyone to know,” Dream mumbled bitterly.
“It’s too late for that, idiot. Besides I don’t really care- not like you exposed my sexuality or anything," George muttered dryly.
Dream smiled. Even when he was mad, George still managed to joke around. “Jeez George I’ve apologized like 80 times what do you want?”
The call went silent. And then, George answered, “Tell me why you did it.”
Dream’s lips parted, a silent ‘oh’ slipping past his lips. “Why does it matter! I was just giving the fans content.”
“You were literally talking about us holding hands like 5 minutes before, and then you moved on to me kissing Karl. Why? We’re you jealous or something?”
Dream could practically hear George’s smirk through the phone. It was getting really tiring to have a crush on the guy you constantly flirt with in front of millions of people. Tiring as hell.
“I- no, I… I wasn’t jealous.” Dream stumbled over his words as if they were legos and he was a barefoot child.
“Sounds like what a jealous person would say.”
“Not jealous,” Dream huffed.
“Okay,” George drawled out. “Well, hypothetically, if you were jealous, it was a one-time thing. So you don’t have to be jealous anymore.“
“Wow, George,” Dream sighed sarcastically, “Way to tell me how to deal with my own emotions.“
“I was trying to help!”
Dream laughed at that. “Well not being jealous is easier said than done, idiot.”
“How so?” George asked, voice softer than before, catching Dream off guard.
“I-well, it’s not fair.”
“Not fair?”
“You got to meet up with everyone- and before you say anything I know it’s my own fault because I haven’t face revealed- and I’m stuck in my house. Like, how can I not be jealous when your out there meeting all your friends when the only person I see on a daily basis is Sapnap, and he’s literally disgusting.”
George hummed. “So this isn’t about me kissing Karl. It’s about me meeting people?”
“No, no it is definitely about you kissing Karl,” Dream mumbled. “We’re Dnf, right? So, hypothetically we should have kissed before anyone else.”
The call went silent and Dream panicked. But, George spoke up, “Are you saying you want to kiss me, Dream?”
Dream scoffed. “Are you kidding me right now, George? I’ve told you so many times that I was going to kiss you when we met up.”
“I thought it was a just a bit. I didn’t think you actually wanted to kiss me at the airport,” he heard George mumble into his hoodie.
Dream sunk further into his bed and pulled up his covers. “Well maybe not at the airport, maybe somewhere nicer.”
“Maybe,” George sighed.
They sat in silence for a moment before Dream had the grand idea to speak up. With false bravado, he ascertained, “I bet I can kiss you better than Karl ever could.”
George was quiet, debating, and then he challenged, “Are you willing to bet on that, Dream?”
And bet on it Dream did.
A month later George’s visa had finally gotten approved. He’d packed up and immediately flown over to Florida.
Dream had picked him up at the airport, and hugged the living shit out of his best friend. It was ironic, really, how well the brunette fit into his arms.
But, they didn’t kiss.
Not once.
Now, it was George’s second day in Florida, and Dream was getting bored.
Yes, it had been a month since George and Karl kissed mouth to mouth, and yes, Dream was still incredibly jealous. But he had a bet to own up to, and he didn't plan on loosing.
Sapnap had left for the weekend, going to visit Karl of all people. So, Dream and George had the house to themselves. The blonde had texted George to come to his room, and now, he was patiently waiting for the brunette to show up.
A minute passed by, and then two, and by the third George had waltzed into Dream’s room and collapsed onto the bed.
“George get up, we have important business to attend to,” Dream requested.
George pushed himself against the pillows at the beds back and looked at the blonde. “What type of business?”
Silly George probably thought Dream was talking about Minecraft or merch or something else stupid that they did together for their jobs. But no, this business was-
“Kissing.“
George frowned and squinted his eyes. “Are you still caught up on that? Jesus, Dream, it’s been a month.”
“We made a bet George, and I intend to win it.”
George scoffed, “We didn’t even bet money! There’s no stakes, and therefore no bet.”
Dream said nothing as he walked over to the bed and scooped George up in his arms. His leaned back against his gaming chair and grinned to see a scowling George on his lap in front of him.
“Dream,” George whined, eyes rolling back at Dream's antics.
The blonde grinned as he moved his hands to cup George’s cheeks. “How did he kiss you? Like this?”
George shook his head and looked down at Dream’s hands, eyes going cross in the process. The blonde's mind was going crazy just thinking about how easy it was to make George go quiet.
He moved his hands to George’s shoulders. “Did he hold you like this?”
Another shake.
His hands moved to George’s waist. “Here?” Shake. Then down to his ass, giving a small pinch. “Here?” Still, George shook his head no.
“Well where did he hold you then?” Dream asked, bright green eyes staring into a cold brown.
“He didn’t.”
Dream tsked. “Well that just won’t do.”
He looked up at George with a fire in his eyes. “Where do you want me to hold you?”
George wiggled his hips and Dream’s hands were soon placed there.
“Where did you hold Karl?” Dream asked, eyes signaling danger.
“I didn’t.”
“Then how does that even qualify as a kiss?” Dream pondered. “You have to hold the person right. Make sure they’re cared for.”
Dream could’ve sworn he heard George gasp, but he chose to ignore it in favor of George's ego.
"Where did Karl kiss you?" he breathed out.
He knew they had kissed on the lips, but had they kissed anywhere else? Dream wanted to cover up anything that Karl did with his own. Anything the brunette did, Dream could surely do much better.
Before George could speak Dream's lips were hovering above the brunette's neck. "Here?"
"You know that we only kissed on the lips," George sighed as if his breath had been taken away.
Dream paid no mind to George's comment and kissed down on the pale skin in front of him. He felt George's body shudder and smiled to himself as he moved upwards. Now, he didn't even ask where or what Karl had done, all Dream wanted to do was get George's to make that noise again.
So, he started kissing George's jaw, and his cheek, forehead, other cheek, and then he was hovering over the space between their mouths.
In a perfect world, now would not be the time for Dream to realize that he had a crush on his best friend.
But it was.
He knew he was possessive and jealous over everything and anyone George was in contact with. He knew that. He also knew that making jokes (or bets) about kissing your best friend probably wasn't very bro type behavior. Right. Yeah. He was aware.
But George was different than everyone else, and now Dream specifically knew why. God, he was pathetic- having a gay panic attack right before he's about to win his bet.
He looked back up at George, who was looking down with a gaping mouth and concerned eyes.
"You oka-" George started, but before he could say anything else, Dream shut him up with a kiss. It was short, and only lasted for a second before Dream was pulling back.
Fuck, he had only kissed George one time, and now he never wanted to stop. It was pathetic, but he didn't care.
"Am I the better kisser?" He asked, grinning lazily.
George smiled. "No."
Dream feigned an upset expression before smiling right back, "Then I'll have to do it again."
This time, he yanked George forward by the hips so the brunette quite literally fell onto his lips. They kissed, and kissed some more, and then George was the one pulling back- all red-faced and wide eyed.
"Still wasn't better," he said with an evil sigh, although his cheeks betrayed him.
"Hmm, you really think so?" Dream uttered fervently as he pulled George back into him, kissing with a new ferocity than the two before. Dream felt like he was in heaven, and to top it all off, George moved his hands so they were tugging on the blonde's hair. Maybe he was actually dead, and kissing George was his his penance to bear for the rest of eternity (yet, he really didn't mind this burden one bit).
They were kissing for so long that Dream lost track of time. When George finally pulled back maybe hours (minutes) later, there was a strand of saliva connecting them. Dream was far gone by now, and that make him loose it even more.
He looked down at the spit, and then back up at George with an urging expression.
"So, maybe," George stumbled, "you're a better kisser."
Dream grinned and squeezed George's ass in response. "We should go out tomorrow," he said, "like, on a date."
"Are you asking me out?" George grinned with a dramatic hand over his mouth.
Dream simply just smiled, looking up at the brunette with innocence.
"Looks like somebody finally realized why he's so annoyingly protective all the fucking time," George mumbled with an eye roll.
Dream smacked his ass in response.
"Hey!-"
"Is that a yes or no, George?" Dream asked with a puppy dog-eyed expression.
George looked as if he was debating for a moment before finally saying, "Yes. Sure. Whatever. We can go out tomorrow since you're such an idiot and took about six years to finally ask me out on a real date, and not just a Minecraft one."
Dream frowned before pulling George in for another kiss.
And he didn't even fucking care about the dumb bet anymore. He, Dreamwastaken, was kissing Georgenotfound, his best friend, and apparently, long term crush.
And tomorrow he'd be going out with the prettiest boy he knew. Score.
He was still jealous of Karl. A little bit. But George was his, and he was George's, so he really had nothing more to worry about.
Only about what he would be planning for this epic date.
Shit.