ship; dnf
warnings; smut
request from @chols0909
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George sighed in relief as he kicked the door to his room shut behind him. Alone time, at last.
Between living with Sapnap and Dream and their constant schedule of streaming, filming, and editing, there was little to no time for relaxation.
Although now, George had managed to slip out of the living room where Dream and Sapnap were bickering about who's team deserved to win Minecraft Championship. Their voices echoed quietly around the house.
The two of them were always debating something. Who should have won Minecraft Championship, who's a better Minecraft player, who would beat who in a boxing match. George couldn't count how many times he had completely zoned out whilst those two fought, it happened so frequently.
Neither Sapnap nor Dream seemed to notice he had left at least, so that was a bonus.
George collapsed onto his bed. The comforter and mattress felt more comfortable than usual and extremely inviting, and he found himself wrapped up in an ocean of blankets in seconds.
Nobody came knocking on his door to ask why he suddenly left the conversation, and nobody yelled his name from the living room.
George was alone.
All alone.
Completely alone.
George started by replying to messages over Discord, before moving to Twitter to catch up on his feed that he was beginning to fall behind on.
Sapnap and Dream's voices were far away in the living room. He was safe to do whatever he wanted, especially in the comfort of his own room.
George checked up on Instagram. Dream posted a new picture, several hours ago. And hey, George even remembered the blond reminding him to like it.
In the picture, Dream was posed out in front of the trees and bushes and other vegetation. Nothing more than his shoulders and down was visible, but you could still see his hands and shoulders and figure.
George was lucky he was able to see Dream's face. It was something he could dangle in front of the fans, something he could tease thousands upon thousands of people with.
And Dream fed into it.
Dream would sit on the ground beside George when he'd stream on Twitch, just merely out of the view. He'd have George angle the camera a bit downwards so he could stand behind him, hands on the older boy's shoulders as he assisted him in trying to beat Minecraft.
George ever wondered if the fans realized the way Dream gripped his shoulders a little too tight or the way his fingers massaged at his muscle slightly.
Because he did.
George always noticed.
George double tapped the picture as he slouched into the pillows, hand resting on his stomach as he swiped to the next picture.
Dream was wearing a short sleeve shirt this time around. His arms were the perfect size, and barely-there veins were slightly visible.
George had the privilege of seeing Dream shirtless every once in a while.
When he'd just gotten out of the shower and he'd walk past the doorway of George's room, his towel wrapped loosely around his waist. Or when he'd change his shirt in the laundry room. Or even the times when he'd stretch his arms and the bare expanse of his stomach and chest became visible beneath his shirt.
