lovers cruise. kwt

one.

"you've got to be fucking kidding me" the brunette cursed under his breath, arms crossed tightly over his chest, enough to crinkle the neatly ironed shirt he was sporting.

"i know you hate him karl but this is not something i can control. boss told me you have to work together for this case" the brit muttered apologetically, massaging his temples with his index and middle fingers.

"come on george. can't you put me with alex ? or sam ? i swear to fuckin-" karl ran his hands through his hair to untangle the knots, exasperated.

"it's just for a week! you'll pull through" the older flipped through a few documents on his messy desk, before handing karl a yellow file stuffed with papers.

"yea whatever okay fine" karl says reluctantly like a child throwing a temper tantrum.

"there's suspicious activity on cruise ship number 404. it's scheduled to set sail tomorrow and our team suspects drug trafficking. you and dream will have to work together to bust our crooks." karl hummed thoughtfully, eyes scheming over black ink on the paper, along with detailed blueprint of the 'lover's cruise'. what kind of stupid name is that ? karl furrowed his eyebrows in amusement at the ridiculous sounding name.

"i know what you're thinking. this cruise is a vacation for couples only. and before you say anything. yes i know you and dream will have to act as a couple, i promise it isn't as bad as it sounds" karl's eyes widened at the realisation. him. and dream.

karl, dream and couple don't belong in the same sentence for obvious reasons.

speaking of the devil, a tall, blonde male entered the room, with legs that could go on for miles. no karl was not jealous that he looked absolutely tiny next to him. yea definitely not. in his defence, the soles of dream's shoes were thicker, giving him some sort of height leverage.

dream and karl had been competing with each other in everything ever since they were employed as undercover agents. dream was sly and quick on his feet, whereas karl was great with acting and disguise. however through months and months of pointless competition, they were neck to neck in everything they did. karl hated it. he knew he was better than the blonde. and what made karl's blood boil even more, dream would not shut the fuck up. him and his stupid pickup lines, stupid pet names and stupid clingy ass that would never leave the brunette alone. karl despised him.

"im excited to work with you for the next week mr jacobs" dream mocked with a smirk, bowing lowly.

"fuck off" karl scoffed, voice dripped with malice. "you better not try to pull any sort of bullshit for the next 7 days or i will slit your throat open"

dream lifted his hands up in a position of surrender, quirking his eyebrow up in interest.

"don't worry baby, it'll be fun" the taller winked teasingly. "are you driving them yourself or do i have to pick you up like your knight in shining armour ?"

"dream im not your baby, im perfectly capable to get there on my own" karl huffed, rolling his eyes.

"ill pick you up at 2pm tomorrow afternoon" dream laughed breathily, a smug grin spread across him cheeks, picking up some papers before leaving the room.

"george are you sure you ca-"

"yes im sure. listen, i know you dislike each other but keep it professional. you know how strict our boss is, he won't let me hear the end of it if we fail this mission."

sure karl hated dream, but george was his best friend, he could make an exception. just for him. besides it's only for the week. then they can go straight back to their bickering and arguing. it'll be just fine.