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surpnurp 12:04 am
dream kissed me tonight
grge 12:05 am
WHAT
surpnurp 12:07am
he kissed me and said he can’t wait for
you to get here, and then he fell asleep
in my arms
grge 12:07am
is he ok???
surpnurp 12:09am
he’s exhausted. he wants you to be
here. and i think the visa is weighing
him down a lot
grge 12:12am
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The thing about Dream and George is that they don’t talk about it.
‘It’ being the soft words spoken to each other late at night, the talks about wanting to hold each other, wanting to be next to each other (and god forbid the one time when it was really late and Dream said he wanted to kiss George. The brunet liked to think the blond forgot about that night– although he probably would never be able to erase it from his mind, ever).
They didn’t talk about it, and for the most part, it didn’t bother George because he assumed they’d figure it all out once he was there.
But he wasn’t. There, that is. And now Dream had kissed Sapnap, and George could barely feel anything but jealousy. Not only did his best friends get to live together, but now they got to kiss each other. George wanted that, either with Dream, or with Sapnap.
The thing about George and Sapnap was that they did talk about it.
They talked about wanting to hug, wanting to cuddle during a movie on the couch, wanting to spend every day together. They’d met up already and it was great. It was great, except for the fact that Dream was all the way in Florida, and it felt like a part of their trio was missing.
George had held Sapnap then. They’d held hands (although George wished he was holding a certain someone else’s as well) and cozied together for warmth at night. They’d almost kissed, too, but both moved back upon realizing something (someone) was missing.
It wasn’t awkward between them then, it never was. Because they talked about it. They talked about wanting Dream there too, they’d cried together about missing their blond. Sapnap held George while he cried, and combed through his hair, and George wished that having Sapnap with him could be enough.
But it wasn’t. George knew, and Sapnap knew, that they couldn’t be like this without Dream. It was a part of their whole missing– they were incomplete.
When Sapnap went back to Florida, George was sad. He was sad that his best friend was leaving, going back to their other best friend, where George would be all alone. Alone with his incomplete heart and heavy soul.
He felt like he’d never be full until he arrived in Florida.
The day eventually came when his visa was approved.
The trio whooped and cheered over a discord call, and George packed his bags so the pair in Florida could see. He smiled wide that day; he was finally going home.
Home, where, apparently, Dream and Sapnap had been kissing.
He thought it was unfair. He and Sapnap didn’t kiss when the brunet was in England because it hadn’t felt right. He soon wondered if maybe it was ‘right’ without him. Maybe Sapnap and Dream didn’t need him in the romantic way he had hoped for– maybe they simply needed him as a friend.
Sapnap and Dream would be a great couple, George knew. He knew they were the perfect pairing, and that they could probably spend their entire lives happy together. George would be happy for them– he loved them too much not to be– but there would always be a part of him that loved them both in a not-best-friend way. Sometimes, George felt like he would love Dream and Sapnap for the rest of his life.
But he tried to push all of that aside as he boarded the plane. He needed to think happy thoughts. Happy thoughts of Dream and Sapnap and himself, having the time of their lives, living together the way they had wanted to for years.
But when he thought of the two of them, he thought of them kissing.
Vaguely, he remembers Sapnap telling him on one of their discord calls while Dream was editing that they talked about him while they were kissing. At first, the idea of it all had shocked him. The thought that Sapnap and Dream could also want him as much as he wanted them was absurd. He believed it too good to be true.
And it seemed to turn out that way in the end.
Sapnap had stopped telling George all the little details of what he and Dream did while alone. There were no more cuddling stories, no more star-gazing tales, and absolutely no discussion of their kisses.
George didn’t know how to take it. He assumed they'd stopped thinking of him, stopped mentioning him in their shared special moments. He assumed they didn’t want him anymore, that they decided their relationship was enough.
But, George would be happy either way. He was seeing his best friends, living with them, and he would have them in whatever way they let him.
When his flight docked at the Orlando airport, George was nervous.
Sapnap was the one picking him up since their idiot friend still hadn’t face revealed, so George really had no reason to be anxious.
Maybe it was the fact that the last time they’d spoken in person, they were closer than they were now. Maybe it was because Sapnap was kissing Dream. George knew Sapnap well enough to know that the brunet would apologize to him– say how he’s sorry it happened like this with Dream, that he feels horrible about excluding George (but not bad enough to love him the way he wanted to be loved).
All his worries went away when a pair of arms wrapped around his stomach. Stubble brushed the side of George’s bare neck, and when the brunet inhaled, he smelled the same pinecone scent he’d smelled the entirety of Sapnap’s trip to the UK.
He wiggled around until he faced the brunet, and finally gave Sapnap a proper hug.
He’d missed the warmth more than he realized. He missed Sapnap. George didn’t want the hug to ever end because he knew when it did, they’d be going home to Dream. Home to yet another person George would have to act fine around when he was anything but.
Sapnap detached himself from the hug and smiled. A smile that bared his teeth and made the edges of his lips curl up. His lips, the same lips Dream had kissed– the same lips George had never gotten to taste (and never would).
“Let’s go home,” the brunet said giddily.
George smiled back and picked up his things, only to be stopped when Sapnap took his luggage instead. He followed the brunet to the car and stepped inside, ignoring the sinking feeling in his gut while he tried to persuade himself that everything was okay.
Everything was not okay.
They were pulling into the driveway of the Dream Team House and George physically felt nauseous. He was about to meet Dream for the first time. Dream, his best friend who taunted him during the late hours of the night with things George could never have.
He hadn’t mentioned anything remotely close to kissing lately, but that was because he had Sapnap. Dream had Sapnap to kiss, and didn’t need George anymore.
They pulled in, and immediately as the garage door opened, Dream came barreling out. George had seen pictures before, but they did him no justice in 2D. Seeing Dream, real and in front of him, was too much to comprehend. It was the same way he’d felt seeing Sapnap at Heathrow all those months ago.
Dream was tall, blonde, and gorgeous; a walking Ken doll. Where Sapnap was broad, Dream was lean. He had freckles and dimples and his hands were huge and George could barely even breathe.
And then he physically couldn’t breathe when the blonde brought him in for a bone-crushing hug. His whole world suddenly revolved around the man holding him. He couldn’t think or hear or see anything that wasn’t Dream.
Until Sapnap joined in from behind.
George was wrapped in between his best friends. It was their first hug all together, and that part of George’s heart that had always been broken, suddenly felt whole.
For a moment he didn’t care about what the other two did when he wasn’t around. All he cared about was this moment. He was here, in Florida, with his best friends since forever, and he was here to stay for a long time.
Everything was perfect.
Up until it wasn’t.
The pair had given him his own room, like they’d talked about for ages. There always seemed to be preparations being made, and George was ecstatic to see them. The room was blue, and the second George stepped inside, he felt like he was home. Everything in the room was made for his benefit, and from the underside of his bed to his gaming keyboard, it was perfect.
He hugged them then and urged them to give him a house tour. Only then did he realize his friend’s relationship was more than it seemed.
They were sleeping together. Not sleeping together, but sleeping in the same bed. Dream’s room had been converted into a more office/hang-out space, and his clothes among other things were all over the floor in Sapnap’s room.
It was obvious, but George didn’t say anything. And neither did they.
Later that night, after a relaxing takeout dinner, George had gone back to his bedroom. He’d claimed it to be the long flight, but there was a multitude of other reasons.
He was sad about the other two sharing a bed. He was upset that neither had told him about this new development in their relationship. He was terrified that they didn’t need him anymore. He was guilty for feeling this way about two grown men in a healthy relationship.
He wanted to cry, but he forced himself not to. This whole day wasn’t about him; it was about the Dream Team finally being in the same place and forming a life together.
Together.
Then why did the other two feel so far away?
George made a rash decision and decided to head to Sapnap’s room. He could feign innocence, maybe saying he thought it was the bathroom. Or maybe he could just say he missed them, and they would probably cuddle him and tell him they loved him in the way friends did.
He knocked once, twice, and then the door was opened by a sleepy Sapnap, with a disheveled Dream on the bed behind him. George’s stomach sank at the image.
“George!” Sapnap said cheerfully. “Couldn’t sleep?”
The brunet shook his head and all of a sudden he was ushered into Sapnap’s bed (which, thank god, was a king) and pushed against Dream’s chest. Sapnap faced him and combed a steady hand through his hair like he had in London, and with his other hand, he placed it over George so that it was holding both George and Dream together.
It was nice, and George fell asleep to the sensation, knowing fully well that he’d wake up in the morning feeling guilty, and simply deciding he didn’t care.
In the morning, wrapped up in the most comfortable position the brunet had ever slept in, George found himself content. He wished he could wake up like this every morning, in their arms.
Dream stirred behind him. A kiss was placed on the back of his neck, although George couldn’t tell if it was a mistake or not– had Dream mistook him for Sapnap?
But the voice that spoke afterward relieved him of his questioning. “Morning Georgie.”
George held his breath because Dream had just kissed his neck on purpose. He’d never admitted anything like that before at least 2 am, and George found a flicker of hope starting to ignite in his chest.
Sapnap woke up suddenly. He nuzzled his head into George’s chest (eliciting deja vu of their time together in London) and when he looked up, he kissed the underside of George’s chin.
The brunet deemed it impossible. How had both of them kissed him in less than a minute? How could it be real if they were happy together without another addition to their relationship? How-
“He’s freaking out,” Sapnap chuckled a little, looking over the top of George’s head at Dream.
The blonde kissed George’s neck again, as soft and delicate as the first time. “This is fun,” he replied coolly, “Let him figure it out before we tell him.”
“Mmk,” Sapnap replied, this time kissing the edge of the brunet’s jawline.
George, on the other hand, was going insane. He didn’t understand how this could've possibly been happening. Was he dreaming? Delusional? Or was it possible that-
Oh.
Oh.
“You guys like me too?” he asked, voice smaller than a mouse.
Sapnap nodded into his chest. “You already know I like you, George. We’ve talked about this.”
“Not since-” George started, trying to find words that didn’t radiate his absolute, abhorrent jealousy. “Not since you two started…”
The blonde laughed from behind him. “We only kissed like 3 times before we realized we missed you too much to continue.”
“But you,” he looked at Sapnap. “You stopped talking about all the stuff you and Dream did together. I thought you just didn’t want me to know anymore.”
Sapnap kissed his cheek. “No, of course not. I stopped telling you because I knew it would make you sad. I saw how depressed you were in London all alone, and I wanted to make sure I didn’t say anything to make you even sadder. We waited for you to get here for so long, I-”
“We want this, George,” Dream cut in. “We want to be more than friends with you, and we want to hug you and kiss you and hold you every night.”
George was close to tears. The moment was surreal, he could hardly believe it was happening. He rolled around so he was flat on his back, wedged in between his two boys. “But you’re terrible at feelings,” he said to Dream. “We never talk about any of this.”
The blonde kissed the tips of his hair. “Sapnap’s been helping me. I wanted to be able to say how I felt when you finally got here.”
“George, we want to be with you,” Sapnap said, wiping a stray tear from the edge of the brunet’s eye. “You’re a part of us, we can’t be whole without you.”
George’s eyes welled up at that. It was everything he wanted to hear– to know that they felt like a part was missing when he wasn’t there, that they were incomplete when he was all the way in London. He was so happy that he cried.
“Honey,” Dream said softly. “Don’t cry. We love you.”
“We love you a lot,” Sapnap said, linking a hand with Dream’s while kissing away the tears on George’s face. Dream followed suit, and soon enough George’s cheeks were dried, and instead tinted red in embarrassment.
“I love you guys,” he said, backing up enough so that his back was flush with the headboard. The duo sat up as well, sitting in a triangle formation diagonal from George.
“So,” Sapnap said, fiddling with his fingers, “I’ve wanted to kiss you since London.”
George smiled. He was in love with his best friends, and they were in love with him too, and they were about to kiss, and he was definitely smiling too much for a kiss right now. He relaxed his face and said, “Sure.”
Sapnap leaned in slowly and cautiously gripped the sides of George’s face. He pulled him in for a feather-light kiss, and yet it felt like everything they’d been holding back since London was finally coming out. It was short, but extremely sweet, and George wished he could kiss Sapnap like this forever.
But then Dream placed a hand on his back, rubbing circles into soft cotton, and George felt even better. Not only did he get to have Sapnap, but he also had Dream.
Dream, who was seemingly getting impatient enough to tug Sapnap away from George until the brunet was kissing him instead.
George could hardly be mad about it anymore. Who cared if Sapnap and Dream kissed now? George knew they were okay– that they hadn’t felt complete without George there. He finally didn’t feel like a third wheel, he felt like he belonged.
And with Sapnap and Dream, he truly did.
Dream eventually stopped kissing Sapnap, and moved in toward George. George saw the brunet roll his eyes only a moment before Dream’s lips were on his. They were soft, and pretty, and George was almost stunned to realize that they were his. Dream was his to kiss. Sapnap was his to kiss.
He could kiss them, hug them, love them anytime he wanted to without shame.
And he knew that for the rest of his forever in Florida, he would never be able to stop.