A Week In November // dreamnotfound

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Orlando, Florida
November 1st – 12:04am

Dream shakily held onto his phone, the blue light illuminating his face as he stared intently at the screen, the red box of the snapchat notification staring just as intently back.

Unknowingly, his breath had caught in his throat, his thumb suspended in time as he hovered over the red. Thoughts ran through his head. George had just promised he could make him lose control, even from a thousand miles away. Was this him pulling through with this promise? What could he have possibly sent him?

It couldn't have been some random porn site, or a provocative instagram post to try to edge him on. Some weird hentai image or an extremely promiscuous fan fiction. No, it was a Snapchat. It had to have been of him.

But what?

His finger hesitantly hovered over the red box, waiting to click down. He paused, Dream couldn't handle it anymore. "George, what is that?" He asked, his voice low and daunting, desperately trying to hide any sign of weakness he was now suddenly feeling.

All that filled the suspenseful silence was George's innocent giggles, giving away no hints to what he could have sent. It was almost mocking, as if George could sense through the existence of the screen how flustered Dream was suddenly feeling.

George let out a breathy laugh. "Open it and fucking find out." He retorted, cocky confidence laced in his tone. Dream felt his stomach bottom out.

He felt himself inch closer to the edge. God, the curiosity was eating him alive. But he didn't need to open it, he could leave it there forever, and it would sit unopened in an obscurity of numbers and codes.

But he also wanted to see what the little brat sent so badly. So.. fuck it.

With one final deep breath, he finally pressed his fingers down on the red box, bringing up a blank, black snap. Dream's brows furrowed, his shoulders slumping down in relief and although he wouldn't admit it, slight disappointment.

That's all it was? A plain black snap? George must've covered the camera or maybe even colored the picture. There were no other outlines in the background, just plain back.

Dream snorted, half laughing at George for his antics and half at himself for getting so worked up about this whole ordeal. "George, you're such an idi-" But then his breath hitched again.

Clicking down on the screen one time was supposed to simply exit it, not this.

Another snap popped up immediately after, and Dream brows raised on their own accord. Along with something else entirely. It was a mirror pic, with the flash on as well, but even with the compromising lighting, you could see enough.

George was standing in front of the mirror, his dark colored hoodie drawn up with the other hand not occupied with his phone, exposing his lower abdomen. His sweatpants hung low on his hips, revealing the band of his waistband which also sat tightly against his waist. The outlines of his naval and his v-line was the only thing Dream could settle on, his eyes hungrily traced the prominent lines, passing lower and lower until his sight was abruptly cut off with the clothing of his boxers, rudely hiding what Dream was now desperately curious to see.

His face dropped, all the blood draining from his face rushing straight to his dick. It was embarrassing how close Dream had inched closer to the screen, his phone no further than three inches away. Jaw slacked, tongue almost lolling out of mouth, saliva building up around his teeth, threatening to drool past his lips.

And then it disappeared.

A surge of pity and disappointment flowed through his veins. What? Where did it go?

Dreams eye's narrowed as he suddenly realized what happened. There was a timer, a 10 second timer on the snap and then it was gone. George never put timers on his snap. That sly little bastard.

Before Dream could even think and save the tiny sliver of pride he had left, he held down on the opened snap and the screen lit up again, the snap reappearing as he replayed it, desperate to see the picture again.

All that was heard through Dream's headset was the sound of smug little giggles, Dream couldn't even focus on the sound. Now all he could think about was the plump, pink lips they were coming from.

George chuckled, "I thought you said you had self-control, Dreamy.." He sang, and if Dream wasn't so caught up in the picture, he would've been able to hear the smirk that came with George's smug tone. But he didn't. He was way too distracted to care.

The red box popped up yet again, and Dream hastily pressed his thumb on it. The tantalizing image popped up again, and Dream wasted no time sliding his fingers to the side of his device, quickly taking a screenshot so he could hold onto the photo forever.

George chuckled, "And here you said you were strong, have fun with those." He taunted, Dream felt his stomach drop. Ignoring George and his cocky nature, he clicked into his photo album just so he could stare at the image again. Just then he heard shuffling on George's end. "Goodnight Dream."

"Geor-"

But George cut him off, "Consider this your warning snap, Dream." He almost whispered, yet his voice was loud and clear. "You're self control won't last a week with what I'm about to pull." Dream's mouth hung open, words long forgotten as he tried not to focus on how fucking turned on he was. He wasn't he tried, but by god was it no use, he was rock fucking hard.

"Game on, asshole."

"What, n–" But he was cut off with the sound of George leaving the call, the ding echoing through his head, straight towards his already stiff cock.

The pain in his pants was unbearable, but by no means was Dream about to lose his self-control. No matter how hard George was going to make it.

Dream stared at the screenshot he now had saved into his camera roll. His skin looked soft, and so fucking tempting. Oh, how he wished that they weren't thousand's of miles apart. How he wished they were in the same room, and the only barrier between their two beings was easily removable clothes. How he wished he could hold him close, grab him by his slim, petite waist and slam hi-

He felt his dick twitch.

With a sigh, Dream shut off his phone before tossing it aside, immediately jumping up from his chair and heading to his bathroom for a cold shower to try to get rid of his problem. But Dream made a promise, and a bet at that, and there was no way in hell he was going to lose it to George.

No matter what George threw at him, he wasn't going to let himself cave.

Game fucking on.

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cliffhangers are my favorite thing ever, yell at me rn i dare you, i mother fkn dare you !!!!!! also power move, george is a girl boss prove me wrong, you cant.