what's stopping you?

rule eight : no more kissing

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

𐐪𐑂 ♡

"have you eaten a lot today?" sapnap checks, earning an affirmative hum from the brunette. "and you remembered to brush your teeth?"

"yeah."

sapnap glances over at george, seeing the older boy's gaze caught on the bowl on the table, looking at the metal soaking away in the rubbing alcohol. "have you used mouthwash?"

george looks over at sapnap, eyes rounding in worry. "no," he answers honestly, quickly, "was i meant to?"

sapnap smiles at his adorable anxiousness, fondly shaking his head. "yeah, but it's fine, you can just do it here," he offers. george nods, getting up off of the couch and making his way to the bathroom. sapnap follows close behind him, feeling like george will appreciate the company.

still, like the stubborn bitch he is, george says, "why are you watching me?"

sapnap just smiles, stepping up right behind george, chest against the brit's back, and reaches his arms around his waist. "i need to wash my hands," he excuses, hooking his chin over george's shoulder as he picks up the bar of soap he keeps there.

the brit rolls his eyes, picking up sapnap's mouthwash, opening it, and putting a shot's worth in the lid. he tips his head back as he pours it in his mouth, mindful as he avoids head-butting sapnap.

the british boy swills the mouthwash whilst recapping the bottle and putting it back by the sink as sapnap washes his hands, trapping george against the sink in an almost-hug as he does so.

sapnap puts the soap down to work on washing away the suds, looking up at the mirror and making eye contact with george in the reflection. the brit smiles, cheeks fat and puffed out by the liquid in them, and sapnap can't help but giggle back, shaking his head.

the ravenette steps away once his hands are clean, giving george the space to spit and swill his mouth as he dries his hands.

"that tastes like shit," the brunette insults, followed by the slurping sound of him sucking up the stream of water.

"it's mouthwash," sapnap shrugs, "they never taste good."

george hums, spitting out the liquid and switching off the tap. "you'd think that they'd make mouthwash and toothpaste and stuff taste better, since people have it in their mouths every day."

sapnap smirks, making his way out of the bathroom as he replies, "you could say the same about cum."

"ew sap, you're disgusting," george insults as he follows behind the ravenette and sapnap can't help but laugh brightly at the reaction.

"yeah, yeah," he giggles, gesturing to the couch, "sit back down."

george, unsurprisingly, does so without question, and sapnap can feel the brunette's gaze following him as he heads over to the counter, pulling on a pair of disposable gloves and grabbing a clean hand towel to put all the equipment on.