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one hundred shirts later

// NSFW

"Alright, guys, I gotta go," Sapnap announces as George wraps up his video.

The shirts were constricting against his torso, causing him to shift with discomfort. George mutters a quick, miserable 'good-bye' to Sapnap and Dream does the same.

"Bye," Dream exhales and watches as George leans back in his chair. The sound of Sapnap disconnecting from the Teamspeak sounds through his headphones, leaving Dream and George alone.

"Dream?" George asks after a moment. Dream looks up at his screen, brow raised curiously. George has his eyes closed and brows furrowed in discomfort.

"Is it okay if you mute yourself while I record myself taking these off?" George peaks open one eye and stares at his second monitor. Dream's cheeks warm as he nods, before realizing that George can't see him. Instead, he hums in confirmation and mutes his mic.

"Okay," George sighs, "I look so sweaty, this is disgusting."

Dream watches with more intensity than he should be as George removes layer by layer. He really went through a lot of 'shirt times' during the recording, Dream thinks with a pitiful frown. Must have been really uncomfortable.

Between George's moans and groans as he removes the tight shirts, he complains about a shirt being ripped. Dream laughs lightly, willing himself to ignore the noises coming from his best friend's mouth. He'd already been shamefully anticipating the moment George would remove the shirts, he just didn't expect George to want Dream to be there when he did it.

It's different seeing George without headphones, too. Dream hardly sees him without them since George never takes selfies without them on. Dream thinks he likes seeing George without headphones on, with his messy and slightly sweaty hair sprawled out across his forehead. The feeling goes straight to his dick, and he has to stifle a groan as George looks into the camera lens, staring straight into his eyes unbeknownst to him.

Why the fuck was he thinking these things? His best friend was removing about a hundred shirts from his body because of a Minecraft challenge. How the hell is that turning him on?

Dream's eyes rake across George's face. He looks younger with the way his hair falls onto his forehead, unstyled and natural. One way to put it is he looks fucking stunning.

"Come on!" George grunts, yanking another shirt over his head. His lips are parted as he breathes heavily, removing these shirts is clearly a struggle to him. His cheeks are flushed red, probably from how warm his body was from having numerous shirts on, and sweat clung to his forehead.

In short, he looks fucking hot.

Dream can feel his sweats straining, and he feels like a horny twelve year old again. His head falls back as he wails dramatically, eyes sliding shut in defeat. He can't jack off to his friend, his best friend. He just can't.

With an overdramatic pout, Dream continues watching George remove the last of the shirts. In total, it takes him about fifteen minutes to get back to the basic white shirt he started out with.

Dream's eyes follow George's hand as he runs it against his chest. His mind flashes with an image of tanned hands creeping up George's neck until the fingers wrap around his pale, slender throat. Dream wonders what it'd be like to squeeze just enough to leave George wanting more. He shakes his head, guilt only building in his stomach.

"I'm probably gonna shower, Dream," George whines, breaking Dream from his thoughts (and rightfully so).

"Oh," is all Dream can manage after he unmutes, and he mentally slaps himself for it. George seems to catch onto the disappointment in his voice as his brows knit and his head cocks to the side.