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“Let’s go!” Dream screamed, pushing himself away from his desk and letting his headset slide off his head onto the floor. He stood, jumping up and down like an excited kid who’d just won the biggest game ever.
Which, to be fair, he kind of did.
George cheered along from where he sat on Dream’s daybed, the energy and enthusiasm so contagious he couldn’t help but leap off the daybed and into Dream’s arms.
“Oof,” Dream stumbled a little from the initial impact, arms instinctively reaching around George’s waist. They spun around a few times before Dream stopped and looked up into George’s eyes, gaze soft even through his excitement.
“I did it, George!”
“You did,” George smiled. “I knew you would. You’re like –”
“The goat?” Dream finished his thought.
“Well, I’m usually the goat in this house,” George rolled his eyes playfully. “But just for today I’ll let you be the goat.”
“Yay!” Dream squeezed him tight and George pressed his cheek against Dream’s temple, letting himself enjoy this moment before the world came barging through Dream’s office door.
Right now, though, it was just the two of them, holding each other close until they had to let each other go, even though George wanted to do more.
But if he kissed Dream now, that kiss would quickly escalate. It would turn into Dream laying him on the daybed, which would turn into them making out, and before George knew what was happening, they’d be eagerly pulling off each other’s clothes – to have a real celebration.
Because they were just like that.
They couldn’t though. Not now. Not with Sapnap’s footfalls retreating across the ceiling towards the stairs.
So George sighed once more against Dream’s temple, relishing the closeness for as long as he could.
But maybe one little kiss wouldn’t hurt…
With a shrug, George pressed his lips into Dream’s cheek. Once… Twice… FIve times. "There you go," George pulled back with a smile. "One kiss for each of your wins in the axe fight."
“George,” Dream’s eyes met his own, his gaze pleading. “If you’re trying to congratulate me for winning that part of the duel, you’ll need to do more than that .”
“But what about Sapnap?” George asked, loosening the grip of his legs around Dream’s waist and sliding to the floor.
“Sapnap can wait,” Dream replied, “Just a few minutes.”
George raised his brows and tilted his head. “Really? Just a few minutes?”
“Oh, just kiss me already,” Dream planted his hands on George’s waist. “Really kiss me.”
So he did.
He kissed Dream’s lips four times for every modern kit win – each kiss longer and deeper than the last until they were both breathless.
Then he kissed Dream’s neck five times for his sword wins. Maybe one of them turned into a raspberry for the modern kit win that made Dream laugh when it happened. And maybe Dream retaliated with a raspberry of his own that let to them tumbling onto the daybed in a fit of giggles.
“Dream!” Sapnap knocked on the door, startling both of them. “Dream, get out here so we can go out and celebrate like you promised.”
“Just a minute!” Dream shouted back, then turned to face George and reached up to brush a curl from his forehead.
“Ugh… whatever,” Sapnap mumbled on the other side of the door. “When you two are done making out or whatever you’re doing in there, I’ll be in the kitchen. And if you’re not there in five minutes, I’m leaving without you.”
“Hmm,” George leaned in to peck Dream once on the lips. “Five minutes, huh? Do you think that’s enough for a proper celebration?”
“Maybe,” Dream returned the kiss with one of his own, this one slower, sweeter. One that reached into George’s chest and squeezed his heart just like they’d squeezed each other earlier.
One that George didn’t want to end.
But it did.
Dream pulled back, letting out a reluctant sigh before he sat up on the daybed. “I am hungry though.”
“I bet you are,” George sat up next to him, reaching for his hand and lacing their fingers together, “All that gaming is hard work.”
“It is,” Dream agreed. “But I think it deserves more than a five minute makeout session, don’t you?’
“I suppose,” George rolled is eyes, then nudged Dream in the side. “After dinner then? Your room? We can take a bath together, and after that…”
“Yeah?”
“Whatever you want.” George gave him one more kiss, filled with the promise of what was to come.
“Okay,” Dream grinned as he jumped up off the daybed, then took George by the waist and lifted him up into one more hug. “Can’t wait,” he whispered into George’s hair before setting him down.
“Me neither,” George reached for the door handle. “Now let’s go get some dinner.”