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George didn’t know it was even possible to be this bored. He swears he’s tried everything, already having gone through all of the things he usually does when he’s bored. He’s scrolled through so many TikToks he’s surprised his thumb hasn’t fallen off, and the video he attempted editing sits almost completely untouched in Premiere Pro.
It’s not usually like this when Dream is away. Normally, George would just go and bother him or Sapnap and force one of them to take him out to eat or something. But, Dream is away, and according to Sapnap, he’s insanely busy and actually wants to get some work done while Dream is in LA. Weird, George thinks, but okay.
It’s fine. It’s totally fine. George can do things without Dream or Sapnap, he lived alone for over a year for fuck’s sake. He can manage just fine on his own.
On the other hand, isn’t living with your friends supposed to mean that you don’t have to be by yourself all the time anymore? At least, that’s what George thought he signed up for when he moved in with those idiots.
He shifts uncomfortably from where he’s sitting on the floor, not remembering why he’s even down there. His closed door looks taller from this angle, taunting him and daring him to go and bug Sapnap.
Surely it’ll be fine if he just goes to check on him, right? He doesn’t have to disturb him, he can just pop his head into his office and see what he’s doing. Maybe even ask how much longer he thinks he’ll be.
Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. George nods to himself decisively as he stands up, straightening out his hoodie before exiting his room. Sapnap’s office is just down the hall, the door all the way at the end.
The walk over feels a lot longer than it actually is, George’s boredom prolonging the entire journey. Soon enough, though, he reaches the door and turns the knob without even knocking.
He swings it open, fully ready to loudly announce his presence, until he notices that Sapnap isn’t sitting at his desk. A frown pulls at George’s lips, thoroughly confused at the lack of Sapnap in the room.
His computer isn’t even on, and the lights are off which means that Sapnap’s finished with whatever he was doing.
And he didn’t let George know. The audacity.
With a huff, George turns on his heel to head to Sapnap’s bedroom instead. He marches back down the hall until he’s standing in front of the younger man’s door, not even hesitating before he opens the door.
Just as George suspected, he finds Sapnap all curled up in his bed, the blankets tucked under his chin and his phone screen just barely peeking out from underneath. His hair is messy, no doubt from a long day of wearing a hat, and he looks kind of adorable.
However, George doesn’t have any time to savor it, because Sapnap is shooting up in bed and scolding him before he can even get a word out. “George! What the fuck, man, we’ve talked about this. Learn how to fucking knock!”
“You said you were busy.” George says flatly, ignoring Sapnap telling him off. “You don’t look very busy.”
Sapnap scoffs, fully sitting up and putting his phone to the side. The blanket falls down to reveal the oversized hoodie he’s wearing, as if he couldn’t get any cuter. “I am busy. Busy catching up on some sleep ‘cause I’ve been working, unlike you.”
George crosses his arms as he stares Sapnap down, trying to figure out the best way to go about dealing with his crankiness. Now, he could just leave him alone, but George has never been one to do that. Besides, that won’t cure his boredom. He needs something that’ll get Sapnap to want to spend time with him.
After a minute too long of thinking, George is blessed with a bright idea. “Do you want a smoothie?”
The way Sapnap perks up immediately is almost comical. “Are you gonna make me one or do I gotta make it myself?”
“I’ll make it,” George says, trying not to let his excitement show. Of course, he’d much rather have Sapnap be the one to make the smoothies, but he’ll take what he can get right now.
“Alright,” Sapnap agrees as he gets out of bed, stretching his arms over his head. “Fine, you’ve convinced me. Let’s go.”
George silently celebrates as he practically skips out of Sapnap’s room happily, hearing little giggles follow behind him as he leads the way downstairs. He’s honestly a bit surprised that Sapnap instantly agreed, he was expecting complaints or even an argument.
But alas, here Sapnap is, coming with him to the kitchen just because George asked him to. Well, maybe the smoothie he offered has something to do with it, but George would like to pretend that he has Sapnap wrapped around his finger.
Once they reach the kitchen together, George goes straight for the fridge to take out some yogurt and water for the smoothie base. “You just want your usual?”
Sapnap hops up onto the barstool at the kitchen island, giving George a small nod. “Yeah, that’s fine.”
George hums to acknowledge Sapnap’s choice, then turns around to start gathering the rest of the smoothie ingredients. He knows Sapnap’s recipe by heart at this point, as the amount of times they’ve been in this exact position making smoothies for each other is now astronomical.
A funny feeling spreads throughout his chest at the fact that he has Sapnap’s smoothie order committed to his memory, and George knows that it’s the same the other way around. It’s crazy that something as small as that could make sickly sweet fondness rise up and stick to George’s heart like candy, eating away at all of the hatred that he puts on for show.
Though George would never admit it out loud, he quite enjoys these little moments with Sapnap where they aren’t fighting. The moments where they can just exist together and know each other inside and out are what really make George happy.
Sure, the playful arguing and jabbing insults are fun, but it’s a little exhausting sometimes. It’s…nice to just enjoy each other’s company without feeling the need to make fun of Sapnap to get his attention.
After all, George already has his attention.
He smiles to himself as he gets the blender ready, throwing in all of the ingredients that Sapnap likes in his smoothies. Strawberries, raspberries, and bananas. George usually prefers kiwi and mango, but they don’t have either one of those, so he’ll have to settle for the Sapnap special today.
George holds down the lid while the smoothie blends, the loud whirring noise filling up the silence in the room. He keeps it up until it’s at the consistency they both like, hitting the button to stop it before getting two glasses out of the cabinet.
Sapnap gets off of his seat to walk over and watch George pour the smoothies, no doubt trying to make sure that he doesn’t give himself more than him. He bends down to level his eyes with the glasses, stare unbreaking as George pours both of their glasses.
“Dude, you gave yourself more than me!” Sapnap exclaims, pointing at the glass that just barely has more smoothie in it.
George scoffs as he sets the blender attachment down. “It’s literally the same amount.”
“No it isn’t,” Sapnap says with a pout, “give me the one that has more.”
“What? No way, I made the damn smoothies, I should get more.” George fires back, turning to face Sapnap with his hands on his hips.
Sapnap shrugs like he couldn’t care less. “Fine, I guess I’ll just go back to my room then.”
George groans dramatically, throwing his head back before glaring at Sapnap. Curse him and his ways of pushing George’s buttons. “Ugh, you’re so annoyi—whatever, just fucking take it.”
“Thank you,” Sapnap says, smiling happily as he chooses to ignore George’s insult in favor of taking the glass that’s allegedly filled more. He hums as he sips it, smacking his lips while he gives it a taste test. “Hmm, I rate it a…seven out of ten.”
“Only a seven?” George gasps, feigning offense before taking a sip of his own. It’s good, he thinks. Definitely not as amazing as it could’ve been with mango and kiwi, but it still tastes pretty good.
“Make that a six. I’m docking points for the terrible customer service.” Sapnap says, pursing his lips like he’s serious. “Bro swore at me and everything, and he called me annoying!”
“You don’t have any proof,” George laughs as he raises his glass to his lips again to take another sip. “This is definitely an eight, by the way. But only because I made it, that’s the only reason.”
“Yeah, the exact reason why I gave it a six.” Sapnap says smugly, yet he still takes a big gulp.
George rolls his eyes, but the two of them fall into a fit of giggles at Sapnap’s lighthearted jab. They eventually migrate into the living room, sitting down next to each other while they talk about random shit. Sapnap puts a movie on the TV, even though they only plan on using it as background noise.
Sapnap starts rambling about some trip he has planned with NRG and all of the things he was working on today, and George finds himself completely silent as he listens attentively to every little thing Sapnap is saying. Another thing he’d never admit to, he actually loves hearing Sapnap talk. Especially when it’s something he’s passionate about.
Passion is one of George’s favorite emotions on Sapnap. It’s one of the reasons why he likes getting him riled up so much, their petty disagreements always make him get all cute and defensive. But he definitely prefers him like this, babbling on about the things that make him happy, since seeing him like this makes George happy, too.
He’ll complain and pretend that he doesn’t want to hear it, but in reality he could sit here and listen to Sapnap talk for hours on end. And then afterwards he’ll tell Sapnap he doesn’t care or that he wasn’t listening, but the younger man knows it’s the opposite. He knows that if George genuinely didn’t care, he wouldn’t let him talk for so long.
A lot of their relationship is based on knowing. Words have never been their preferred method of expression due to neither one of them being that good at communication. Instead, it was years of learning each other, working until they understood one another without the need for words. Until they knew each other deeper than they knew themselves.
His eyes shamelessly scan over the details of Sapnap’s face, from his eyes that sparkle with excitement to the way his eyebrows raise and fall frequently as he goes on and on. His features are so expressive, George notices. He watches Sapnap’s lips move at a rapid speed, no longer actually paying attention to the words coming out of his mouth.
George has known for a long time that he feels something for Sapnap. He’s never been quite sure what that something is, just knows that it makes him feel warm inside. Like a big ball of heat takes up the space where his heart should be whenever Sapnap does so much as smile at him.
He supposes the only way he could describe it is being enamored with Sapnap.
But words like that scare him. He’d much rather just feel it. He doesn’t need to know exactly what it is, just that it’s there.
“George!”
George startles when Sapnap’s hand comes clamping down on his shoulder, wide eyes locking with his.
Fuck, he wasn’t paying attention.
“Dude,” Sapnap says, “have you even been listening to me? Like at all?”
“Yeah, obviously.” George lies. He’s fixated on where Sapnap’s hand is still touching him, the firm grip on his shoulder having loosened once he answered.
Sapnap shoots him an unamused look, frowning a little. “Okay, then what was the last thing I said, hm?”
George’s brain turns to mush as he desperately tries to replay Sapnap’s muffled voice and remember what the fuck he said, but he can’t. He scoffs at his own stupidity, fully prepared to just keep on pretending that he heard him before Sapnap starts speaking again.
“And you didn’t even drink your smoothie.” Sapnap says in a softer voice, gesturing to George’s forgotten smoothie in his hand, the condensation dripping onto the front of his shorts. He hadn’t even noticed.
Sapnap’s eyebrows furrow as he looks George over, making him squirm where he sits. “You really spaced out. I thought you were just, like, being a dick. Are you…okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” George replies easily, taking a big drink to avoid looking at Sapnap.
It’s clear that Sapnap doesn’t buy it. “Come on, I had to call your name like five times until you snapped out of it. What were you thinking about?”
Now, George could continue to lie. But what good would that do when Sapnap knows him better than anyone besides Dream? He’ll just poke and prod until George gets frustrated and leaves, or Sapnap will be the one getting frustrated and leaving.
He doesn’t want that, so he reasons that he doesn’t have to tell him the full truth.
“You,” George says, his voice straining under the weight of such a simple yet groundbreaking word. He worries his lip between his teeth as he watches Sapnap’s concerned expression contort into one of confusion, his head tilting to the side as his eyes dart around the room.
“Me?” Sapnap sounds appalled as he says it, like there’s no way in hell that George could’ve possibly been thinking about him. “George, I swear to god—”
“I’m not joking!” George cuts him off, reassuring him before he can continue that sentence. “Just…oh god, please don’t ask me to explain.”
He cringes at the tense silence that follows, watching as Sapnap slowly processes George’s words.
Sapnap narrows his eyes at him. “I don’t know, George, I really think you should—I mean, you can’t just leave it at that. What does that even mean?”
George shrugs like it doesn’t matter all that much, when really he’s hyper focused on the way the pace of his heartbeat has picked up significantly. “It can mean whatever you want it to mean.”
With that, he stands up abruptly from the couch, setting his barely touched smoothie onto the coffee table before stretching his limbs. “I’m gonna go get a drink. Do you want one?”
Sapnap blinks at him slowly like George is insane. However, he seems to understand that George won’t say anything more on the subject. “Uh, sure, I guess.”
George grins before he heads off to the kitchen, grateful that he can finally breathe now. He takes a moment just to collect himself, squeezing his eyes shut as he leans back against the counter.
Once he deems himself ready, he starts looking around for alcohol. They don’t usually drink much, at least not in the house, so he really has to go hunting for it.
There’s a couple of vodka sodas in the fridge, but George isn’t really in the mood for that right now. He scours the kitchen from head to toe, until he stumbles across the wine cooler that Dream keeps by the pantry.
It’s been a while since George has had wine. He doesn’t know much about alcohol, aside from getting fruity cocktails to try with Sapnap when they go out. But, he does know that wine always gets him buzzed fairly quickly, and that’s what he wants right now.
There’s a faint voice in the back of his head, sounding extremely similar to Dream, telling George that the wine isn’t to be touched and that it’s for special occasions only.
…Well, perhaps Dream should’ve put the cooler somewhere out of reach, then.
George takes a peek inside, eyes locking on a bottle of red wine. It’s oddly shaped, with gold detailings on it looking incredibly fancy and expensive. He figures that this will do as he takes the bottle out, fishing a corkscrew out of one of the kitchen drawers.
After he gets the bottle open, he suddenly realizes that he doesn’t think they even have wine glasses. He opens the cabinet with all of their cups and glasses, being met with no wine glasses just as he’d suspected.
Then, his eyes land on the Minecraft mugs that he had bought as a joke on a Target run a few months ago, giggling to himself as he grabs two of them.
He pours some wine for himself, and then some for Sapnap, carefully balancing the mugs as well as the bottle in his arms and waddling back out to the living room.
Sapnap looks up when George places the mugs down on the table, immediately bursting out laughing as he leans over to inspect the drink George chose. “Bro, did you—there’s no way you put wine in some fucking Minecraft mugs,”
George puts the bottle down between their drinks, flopping back down onto the couch with a shrug. “We don’t have any wine glasses.”
“Yeah, but we have regular glasses, dumbass.” Sapnap says, the insult sounding so ridiculously fond on a sugar-coated tongue that George wants to explode. “Anything but fucking Minecraft mugs.”
George breathes a heavy sigh, exasperated. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter.”
And then he reaches for his mug, which is apparently the creeper mug, leaving Sapnap to take the skeleton mug. George doesn’t say it out loud, but the mugs do kind of look ridiculous with red wine in them. It almost feels wrong, honestly.
Not wrong enough for him to go switch glasses, though. He raises the mug to his lips, peering at Sapnap over the rim of it. “Cheers?”
Sapnap lets out a scoff that sounds oddly like a laugh, but picks up his mug nonetheless and lifts it to meet George’s. “Cheers.”
Their fingers brush as they clink their mugs together, and George really hopes the alcohol will get rid of the butterflies in his chest. They take a drink at the same time, although George definitely takes a larger sip.
George smacks his lips a couple times after he swallows, leaning his head back against the couch cushion as he lets the taste wash over his tongue. It has a distinct taste of sweet cranberries, along with a hint of sourness that actually contrasts very nicely.
“It’s not bad,” George says, pausing to take another sip. “It’s kinda like, I dunno, tangy?”
Sapnap nods in agreement, pressing his lips into a thin line before he purses them. “Yeah, it’s pretty good actually.”
The silence that follows this time around is much more comfortable than the last. They’ve created a new mood now, rid of tension and instead filled with what can only be described as cozy.
It’s rare that they ever get to drink together in this type of setting. It’s usually at parties where they can’t even hear each other over the music blaring from the speakers, or sometimes having casual drinks when they go out to eat.
This…this is different.
It feels much more intimate on the living room couch in the house that they share, knowing that they’re completely alone. The atmosphere feels thicker like this, all of the air molecules dosed with soft gazes and red wine.
Time seems to pass slowly as George finishes up his drink, diving straight into pouring himself another one. It’s kind of embarrassing that he can already feel the buzz, but he’s a little less embarrassed when he looks over at Sapnap and sees the big goofy grin that adorns his face.
Good to know he isn’t the only one affected.
Sapnap pours himself another drink right after George does, giggling a bit as he does so.
“What’s so funny?” George mumbles, squinting at the shorter man.
“Nothing,” Sapnap says quickly, but starts giggling again before he can fully even get the word out. “It’s just…you’re such a lightweight, dude. You’re, like, already drunk.”
George huffs indignantly. “I am not.”
“Yeah you are.” Sapnap insists, shuffling closer to George and making his breath hitch. “Your face is all flushed.”
George touches his own cheek subconsciously, wondering if the warmth is from the alcohol or his proximity to Sapnap. “Like you’re doing any better right now.”
He swishes the wine around in his cup a bit just so he has an excuse to not look at Sapnap, taking another sip while Sapnap raises his eyebrows at him.
“I am doing better, I’m literally sober,” Sapnap says defensively, straightening his posture and puffing out his chest.
Sapnap may seem sober to someone who doesn’t know him all that well, but George knows him better than that. He can see the way his eyelids have been drooping, and his inability to sit still has calmed down tremendously ever since his last drink.
George could call him out on it, but he doesn’t quite have the energy to argue about the status of Sapnap’s drunkenness. So instead he just shrugs, relaxing into the couch even more.
He isn’t sure how much time passes and how many more drinks he has, just that soon enough his fingertips feel tingly and that Sapnap has somehow gravitated even closer to him.
They’re close enough now that their thighs are touching, making George’s skin burn in the area where they’re pressed together. If he wasn’t drunk before, it’s safe to say that he is now, if the way he can hear his own heart thudding in his chest is anything to go by.
It seems that George didn’t quite think this through. He wanted to get drunk so he wouldn’t have to think about how much he wants to kiss Sapnap, yet the alcohol made that the only thing he can fucking think of right now.
It doesn’t help that Sapnap gets incredibly adorable when he’s drunk, and George wants nothing more than to lean over and taste the wine off of his lips instead of drinking from his own cup.
He gets caught in the act again, and Sapnap smiles sheepishly. “What’re you starin’ at?”
George returns the smile, giggling before he places his mug down on the coffee table. “You.”
The same word from earlier flows like water this time, calm and easy in contrast to the way George had nearly cracked under the weight of it before.
Sapnap tears his eyes away from George, biting his lip. For a moment, George is worried that he’s going to get up and leave, and he braces himself for the impending heartbreak.
“Did you really mean it?”
George tilts his head in utter confusion, his fuzzy brain not quite sure what he’s asking. Sapnap puts his drink down before turning his body to fully face George, embodying the same nervousness that George is feeling right now.
“Earlier, I mean,” Sapnap elaborates, “when you said you were thinking about me.”
If George were sober, the question would’ve rattled him to his core. But he isn’t, and neither is Sapnap, so he hopes he can forgive himself for the way he’s about to make a fool of himself.
“Yeah, ‘course I meant it.” George says, the syllables slurring into each other sloppily. “I’m always thinking about you.”
When Sapnap just stares at him with his mouth agape, George keeps on going. “Y’know, because you’re so annoying a-and dumb and you get on my fucking nerves…but you’re also so nice even when I’m being a dick, and…and I always wanna kiss that stupid little smile off your face.”
Sapnap’s eyes go wide as George finishes talking, no doubt not being able to believe that he just said all that. Which is completely fair, because George honestly can’t believe he said all of that either.
The butterflies come back as he waits for Sapnap to say something, feeling all of the air leave his lungs when he moves closer to him.
He hadn’t noticed just how close their faces were before, and George takes a moment to admire dark eyelashes and eyes that look golden to him, and the very light freckles that George rarely gets to see because of how close you need to be for them to be visible.
Sapnap leans in real close, so close that his breath ghosts across George’s lips as his next sentence is delivered in a whisper. “Why don’t you kiss me then?”
Now is George’s turn for his eyes to go wide, searching Sapnap’s for any sign that he’s kidding. “Seriously?”
“I mean, if you’re too much of a pussy to—”
George shuts Sapnap up by rushing forward until their lips meet in a rough collision, pulling him closer by the front of his hoodie. Sapnap kisses him back with enough fervor to send George’s head flying back, making the two of them giggle against each other’s lips as they settle down a bit.
It’s messy and uncoordinated, but neither of them seem to mind all that much as their hands cling desperately to one another’s clothing, not having any end goal but just wanting to be as close as humanly possible.
George doesn’t know if it’s just because he’s drunk or not, but kissing Sapnap is what he envisions heaven to be like. Despite how aggressive they’re being with their hands and grabbing each other, the way their lips move together so gently is enough to make George melt entirely until he’s nothing but a puddle of mush in Sapnap’s arms. His head is so high up in the clouds it makes him dizzy, and he never wants to come back down.
He never wants this feeling to end.
His hands roam everywhere he can reach, tangling in Sapnap’s hair before sliding down the back of his neck and clawing at broad shoulders. They take their time wandering over Sapnap’s chest while Sapnap pulls him impossibly closer by his waist, as if now that he has George he never wants to let him go.
George understands that, as he’s doing the exact same thing right now. Holding Sapnap so close just in case he slips away, their bodies pressed together so tightly they could become one if they really tried.
He drinks up the little moan that Sapnap lets out when George’s hands move down to his thighs, catching them in a steady grip and feeling the way his muscles tense under his touch. He slips his tongue into Sapnap’s mouth, tasting the wine just like he wanted. There’s also the vaguest flavor of the smoothie he had, so fruity and sweet that George wants to lap up every drop of it.
Sapnap moves forward until George’s back is against the arm of the couch, and George lets him. The younger man pounces on top of him to get in his lap, accidentally knocking their foreheads together in the process.
“Ow!” George breaks the kiss to yelp in pain, rubbing his forehead with a light laugh.
Sapnap giggles, shaking his head. “You’re such a baby, it didn’t even hurt that bad.”
“I think you should kiss it better.” George says, pouting playfully.
Sapnap’s face instantly softens as he leans down to press the most featherlight kiss to George’s forehead, making a huge smile break out across his face.
He pulls back to look George in the eyes, his features so soft and cute that George wants to wrap him up in a blanket and keep him warm forever. “Holy shit, dude, we just fucking made out.”
They both erupt into giggles, and Sapnap shoves his blushing face into the crook of George’s neck to hide.
“Yeah, and it was fucking epic,” George says with a snicker, a hand coming up to pet Sapnap’s hair affectionately.
Sapnap sighs happily against George’s neck. “I wish it could always be like this.”
“Hm?” George hums. “Like what?”
The shorter man picks his head up to look at George before explaining. “You know, like …this. No fighting or anything, just…kisses and cuddles forever.”
George grins, tilting his head as he gazes at Sapnap. “I think that can be arranged.”
And then Sapnap is smiling twice as big as George as he laughs. “Really now?”
“Mhm, really.” George says, leaning in to kiss Sapnap and seal the deal.
The rest of the night goes by with so many kisses that George loses count along with tender touches that he thinks will linger for a long time after. They giggle hushedly long into the night despite being alone, like this is a private moment that not even the universe is allowed to intrude on.
He’s so wrapped up in Sapnap that he can’t even bring himself to dread the inevitable hangover, especially not when it was the wine that gave him the courage to finally confess his feelings.
They fall asleep together there on the couch, drunk on red wine, each other, and their own little special way of loving that only they understand.