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//smut and smoking:]

"I can do a backflip, want me to do that to prove my soberness?" Dream smiles innocently, grabbing his car keys off of the kitchen counter next to a slumped-over Sapnap.

"Yes," I retaliate, crossing my arms across my chest and staring at him where he stands on the other side of the room. Dream rolls his eyes and stalks towards me, looming over me like a cloud on a rainy day with the height he has. He places two hands on my shoulders and squeezes. With a playful smile plastered on his tanned face, he scans my eyes, then raises his chin and shrugs, letting his hands fall off my body.

A fraction of a second later, he drops his keys and phone on the floor, adjusting his pants a bit and turning his smug gaze on me once more. I scoff at his stupid grin.

He widens his stance, bends his knees, and actually fucking flips. Swinging his arms with enough force, he lurches his body back, tucking his hands under his knees sloppily and landing with a loud thud. I'm quite surprised Sapnap hasn't woken up from the sound.

Dream stumbles slightly, his landing being imperfect, but doesn't fall forward, catching himself by planting a leg in front of him and shooting an egotistical smile my way.

I stare, wide-eyed and in complete shock. "Minecraft YouTuber can do what?"

He laughs, grabbing his discarded keys and phone from the floor, and shuffles to the door. I remain frozen in confusion and shock, staring at him with my mouth slightly agape.

How can he be so nonchalant about just doing a perfect backflip out of nowhere?

And why is it so hot?

Once Dream reaches the door he turns his head to look back into my frozen gaze. "You coming or what?"

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Dream's Jeep is warm and surprisingly clean. The tan leather seats look like they could be brand new, and the windows look pretty clean.

"I was expecting this car to be a mess and a half," I say, adjusting my seat so I can pull my knees to my chest without hitting the glovebox.

Dream laughs over the beeping of the car. "You have no faith in me whatsoever." He reaches for the aux cord, turning it between his fingers, ready to plug it in before I slap his hand.

"Let me play music." I pull out my phone and tug at the cord in his hand. He grumbles, but relents and hands it over.

I don't have a specific song in mind, all I know is I like my music taste and it deserves to be shared with the world.

So, I click shuffle on my favorite playlist.

The song starts and so does Dream's car. My mind drowns out the sound of the music as I watch him. His right hand pulls the gear shift into reverse, left hand on the wheel. His white sleeve comes up a bit, and I see he's wearing a few bracelets.

They look good on him. Like, way too good.

In the blue glow of the car's lights, the bracelets really emphasize the way his veins and tendons appear, poking out every which way as he grips the wheel. Not to mention the two silver rings that adorn his fingers.

His hand reaches behind my headrest and his body moves halfway around to reverse out of the driveway, and I feel like I'm going to faint.

It shouldn't be this sexy watching him drive carefully, but it really is. His rings indent the leather of the headrest, his arm still looks muscular even with the big white crew neck he wears, and his jawline is distinct, especially under the dim car lighting. Embarrassingly, I throb in my pants where I'm sat, feeling slightly lightheaded at the rush I just experienced.