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Although there was an optional lock on Sapnap’s door, he was never one to use it. Dream knew this, so he found no trouble with opening the door of the youngers room and waltzing right in with George
“I know he has some extra blankets somewhere… I just can’t remember where he put them,” Dream mumbles, mostly to himself as he scours the room looking for the blankets that George would be using until the two could leave the house. George had just arrived in Florida, and since Sapnap was out visiting Karl, they had to wait until Sapnap had returned in order to reveal that the meetup had, finally, happened.
“Patches is coming into the room too, she’s following us! I told you she would love me. She’s such a cutie.” George sits on Sapnap’s bed, petting the well-loved cat. Patches is purring within seconds, giving a content meow before walking off and jumping onto Sapnap’s desk where his streaming PC is sitting. “Have you found the blankets yet?” George asks, turning to look at Dream.
“No, nothing. I’m not sure where he keeps them. I thought they were in here somewhere.” Dream sighs and sits next to George, “Maybe they are in our storage room, I just thought he kept them in here since they were technically his to begin with. Why, are you cold?”
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Karl walks up to Sapnap, phone in hand, “Sapnap, according to Twitch you just went live.” He hands Sapnap his phone, and Sapnap wastes no time in clicking on the live notification, still set as ‘RED RABBITS WINS MCC!!’. At first there is no audio, no camera, just a black screen. Within moments, the audio cuts in, picking up quiet voices.
“Well clearly I did not go live, I’m here. Unless these two idiots decided to announce George’s arrival in Florida on my Twitch, they should not be live right now. I can barely even hear them.” Sapnap glances between Karl’s phone and Karl before pulling up the stream on his own phone. Karl takes his back, opening Twitter to see what people are saying.
“Everyone seems confused, they have already noticed that they can’t hear you. But they say this reminds them of when you and Dream had announced the fact that you had met up, the black screen with only audio, right? It is suspicious though, I don’t think they would go live in your room of all places, and on your account. Especially if they were waiting until you were back in Florida to announce the meetup.” Karl rambles while Sapnap turns the volume to max on his phone. “You should make a tweet saying that this isn’t you that went live, and that they probably went live by accident on your PC.”
Sapnap takes this advice and opens Twitter, typing a quick message to his followers and sending it. The stream, which was still open, gets louder when Dream walks closer to the mic.
“I’ll kick out Patches for us, I don’t want to make her suffer in here.” Dream laughs and the sound of a cat purring passes by the microphone, then a door is shut. Karl sits next to Sapnap and looks at his phone, momentarily pausing his scrolling to listen to the stream.
“Won’t Sapnap get angry that we are in here? What if he finds out?” George is heard asking. Dream scoffs, “How would he know, George? We just don’t tell him, easy as that.” There is a pause between them talking, although from the mic cutting in and out it is clear that there is some sort of noise happening that the microphone is simply failing to pick up.
Sapnap sets his phone down against a book, allowing it to be propped up so that he can watch without holding his phone. “Karl, try texting Dream or George. I don’t know what they plan on doing in my room but they obviously don’t want me knowing. Karl obliges, sending Dream and George both a series of messages informing them of the stream.
“No response from either, and they haven’t spoken in a second now. Maybe they left the room?” Karl offers as an idea, but is quickly proven wrong when the camera finally cuts in, revealing the two boys on Sapnap’s bed, lips interlocked, and George’s shirt partially pushed up.
Karl and Sapnap look at each other, a clear emotion of shock on both. It isn’t like they hadn’t known about Dream and George, almost everyone did. Except the audience. Sure, the jokes had started as jokes, but as time passed the two boys had begun to fall for each other. Which led them to where they were now, Dream’s hand under George’s shirt and George’s hands tangled in Dream’s hair.
This was all fine, except for the fact that it was being live streamed to well over 200k viewers at this point. The mods, unable to keep up with the speed of chat, decide to put it on emote and sub only. Even worse, for Sapnap, is that he knew that this would probably get him banned. And there was nothing he could do about it but sit back and, unfortunately, watch.
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With both phones on silent and do not disturb, there was no way that Dream and George could know what was happening. All they cared about in this moment was each other, and finally being able to hold each other instead of the months of Discord calls and sexts that filled the gap that distance created.
They didn’t have to worry about that when they were in the same room, breathing the same air, feeling their hands and skin touch. This is what they had been waiting for, all this time. Now that they had it, they never wanted to stop it. Everything was so perfect, except for the camera recording their every movement. Not that they knew it.
George looks at Dream, a smile plastered across his face. “I can’t believe I’m actually here with you Dre.. I’ve waited for this for so long.” He shifts on the bed so he is fully facing Dream, his shirt falling back into place. “Before we do anything, do we want a safeword or anything to be safe? Anything we should discuss? I don’t have lube, do you?”
Dream shakes his head, “No, but we can figure it out. I’m not opposed to a safeword, let’s do.. Stop can be stop, I think that’s basic and upfront, yellow for slow, or wait, and green is safe or continue. Basic and easy to remember, I think.”
“Perfect, okay. If either of us do anything the other is uncomfortable with, we will use those. Are we okay to move forward then?” George asks, and receives a nod in return. “Good. I’m in control for tonight, strip down baby. Let me see you.”
There is not a moment wasted between George’s command and Dream’s actions, his clothes being taken off and tossed onto the floor next to the bed with haste. George watches, admiring the blonde"s muscles and build. Sure, he had seen Dream shirtless before over calls, but it is so much different in person. He could see every detail, no blur or camera quality could get in the way of George analyzing the way Dream had light freckles scattered across his hips and neck, or the way that Dream squirmed under the critical gaze of George. There was no questioning the light blush that spread across Dream’s face and ears, no wondering if it was just the camera"s lighting.
George had noticed the more submissive behavior that Dream comfortably settled into whenever they had done their late night Discord calls. He would not question a single command that George had given him, doing whatever was asked of him. George loved that about Dream. No one would have suspected how easily Dream fell into that headspace, but George knew.
“Good boy, Dream. You are so good at listening to me, aren’t you..” George whispers near Dream’s ear before he places a few gentle kisses to his neck. “I won’t mark you up, this time.. Gotta make sure you look presentable when everyone sees that I am here.. Don’t worry, though, next time I’ll make sure anyone who sees you knows you are mine..”
Dream whimpers, something George registers as both pitiful and extremely attractive. He noted that Dream had always been a loud one, their calls evident of how whiny and desperate Dream really was to get fucked by George, and he wasn’t going to let Dream wish for that any longer.
George’s clothes are quick to join Dream’s on the floor, both of them now fully undressed and admiring the other. George guides the other to be on his knees and elbows, one of Sapnap’s pillows rested under his head.
“I’m going to tie your arms together, let me know if it’s too tight” George states before tying one of their shirts around Dream’s wrists. After waiting and hearing no complaints, he retakes his spot on the bed behind Dream.
“George please hurry up..” Dream whines, which makes George roll his eyes. “So needy.. Give me a second!” George reaches to Dream’s mouth, holding three fingers out. “Help me out?” George asks.
Dream looks at George then his fingers before opening his mouth, covering the fingers in his saliva. Once George thinks they are ready, he takes them away. “Let me know if it’s too much..” George quietly says before inserting a finger into Dream. George can hear a soft exhale come from the other, followed by a ‘fuck’. He adds another, then works at stretching Dream.
“You are doing so good, you deserve an award for your behavior.” George adjusts how he is situated in order to be able to reach Dream’s dick, fingers still working steadily. He adds another finger, the last one, while he starts to gently stroke Dream.
This gets a sound of approval from Dream, a few curses, and a drawn out whine. Enticed by this reaction, George curls his fingers, unknowingly hitting Dream’s prostate, and quickens the speed in which both of his hands are moving.
Before George can control the situation, it is already too late. He slows his movements while Dream cums, his body shaking. He takes his fingers out of Dream and moves them to his own dick, allowing himself some much needed friction. George moves his other hand away from Dream and wraps an arm around Dream’s waist to keep him steady.
“What’s your signal baby, let me know when you are ready..” George says, barely above a whisper. “Green.. Keep going please..” Dream pleads.
“Okay, I can do that for you..” And with that, George begins to gently push himself into Dream, gripping Dream’s hips in order to steady himself.
Dream moans a mixture of George’s name and something inaudible. He shifts his hips, attempting to get any motion possible. George tightens his hand on Dream’s hip, “Nope, no doing that.. I’m in control. Be a good boy for me, and I’ll do exactly what you want. I just want you to adjust first..”
After a few moments, George slowly moves his hips. His hesitation is both a mixture of wanting to tease the other, in addition to concern for his well being. After no complaints, George increases the speed of his thrusts.
“God, you are wonderful Dream.. You are so perfect, I love you so much baby boy..” George’s voice is lower now, huskier.
“Keep speaking to me, keep.. talking.. Please.. I want to hear your voice George..” Dream begs, his own sentence being interrupted by higher pitched moans and whines.
“Oh, you like my voice, do you? Isn’t that cute.. You are taking me so well, I knew you would.. C’mon baby, make more of a mess of Sapnap’s bed.. You said he wouldn’t know, but you are so horny that you already came once.. All over his pretty little sheets.. How do you think he would feel if he saw you being my little whore? You are probably so happy he isn’t here, hm? No one to take me away from you for my first week here.. How cute.. So possessive over me..”
Dream grabs onto the pillow his head is resting on, his hands still tied together. He is unable to control the moans and whines that fall out of his mouth like a waterfall. It is music to George’s ears, and it isn’t long before he cums inside of Dream, who is close to follow with his second of the night.
It takes a few minutes for the two to both come down from their high, Dream is first. He unties the shirt with his teeth then removes George from inside him, a shiver running through his body from the sudden loss of sensation. George looks at him with a smile and kisses his cheek.
“Time to clean up..”
The two work together on cleaning the bed, then themselves. They get dressed, then relocate to the kitchen. Dream pours them each some water and sits on a dining room chair, George sitting next to him.
“I’m excited to tell everyone about the meetup. I think we managed to not be too suspicious about all of it. Sapnap being out of town was a really good cover up, I think.” Dream says as he takes out his phone, opening Twitter.
“I think so too! No one even noticed me at the airport, which I didn’t expect.” George chimes in, resting his head onto Dream’s shoulder and watching him as he refreshes his timeline.
The first tweet they see makes their hearts drop:
“Yes everyone, George is in Florida, but George is also in Dream”
“How… They are joking right? Check trending, they do this all the time, no way they know.”
Dream navigates to the trending tab and sees “George is in Florida” as number one with phrases like “WHAT??” and “ON SAPNAP’S BED” trending alongside it. After a click onto the tag, they quickly realize that something went horribly wrong.
This is when they finally check their messages to see hundreds of frantic messages from their friends, and an especially angry Sapnap.
“How the fuck did this happen?? Why they hell were you guys in my room in the first place? You got my shit banned halfway through whatever the fuck stream that was. I sure hope that fuck was worth it because you owe me big time now!” Sapnap yells once Dream accepts the call from him.
Dream was more than willing to pay Sapnap back for any damages caused, and helped get his account unbanned. It was impossible to get people to stop discussing the other half of this, but the conversation on it died down eventually. People were just happy that George was finally with Dream and Sapnap in Florida.
Plus, this meant that Dream and George didn’t have to formally announce their relationship.