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In The Gutter

Cw: This story will include graphic romance, smut, and mature language. Stay safe and enjoy!

Perspective: Third person

Dream and Sapnap stood in the living room, leaning against opposite walls as they waited for George to finish getting ready in a nearby restroom.

"What do you think is taking so long?" Dream finally commented after ten minutes of painful silence.

Sapnap laughed, grinning teasingly at his best friend. "Who knows? Maybe the British have some fancy preparation ritual they do in the bathroom before getting ready."

Dream raised a skeptical brow, laughing abruptly when Sapnap dramatically rolled his hips and flicked his wrist a couple times. Sapnap chuckled, shrugging and taking on a serious aura. "Jokes aside, beats me. Didn't he mention being nervous about the trip?"

Dream paused a moment, recalling the instance vividly in his mind. "I think he did. Should I check on him?"

Sapnap wondered for a second, glancing at his watch before replying lazily. "Couldn't hurt. If he takes much longer we're going to be late. And I promise you guys don't want to miss this."

Dream nodded curtly, straightening up off the wall and making for the restroom. He knocked softly on the door, gently calling in. "George, are you alright? We have to get going soon."

A second later, the door swung open and George bumped roughly into Dream's chest. He yelped, stumbling backwards and losing his balance. Dream acted quickly, reaching out and grabbing his hips to break the fall. "Woah— easy there." he laughed softly, raising a brow. "Careful where you're walking Gogy."

George glared, suddenly glancing down at the blonde's hands on his hips. He blushed slightly, making eye contact with Dream abruptly. "Hands to yourself."

Dream chuckled, releasing him and stepping back. "Would you have preferred your head soaked in toilet water?"

George rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and brushing past Dream without another word. The blonde tailed after him curiously, wondering what had put him in such a sour mood all the sudden. George on the other hand, was struggling to keep his mind out of the gutter. A place it always seemed to fall into; especially ever since he landed in America.

Once they were within Sapnap's sights, he lit up. "There you two are! Finally ready to go?" a huge grin broke out onto his face and his two friends couldn't help but smile back at him.

George was first to reply. "I believe that we are. I'm sorry for taking so long, there was something I was required to finish up."

Dream chuckled, shrugging and grabbing his keys off the counter as he spoke nonchalantly. "Not a problem. We can still make it on time, can't we?"

He tossed Sapnap the keys, who caught them gracefully and raised a brow as he realized it was to the sport car Dream owned. "With this? Easy." Dream laughed, but George only shifted his weight nervously. As much as he enjoyed his friends' company, they were a little too reckless for his liking at times. Times like now; where they wanted to speed down the road illegally fast in a car not built for Florida weather.

Sapnap made his way to the front door, having put his shoes on earlier. Dream followed, and the two of them stepped outside as they waited for George. They began chatting away, excitement building as they grew ever closer to reaching their destination: the premier of a new restaurant to be released in town — famous for its steaks and salads. To celebrate the occasion, a band all three of them adored would even be playing live: Lovejoy.

As George began to slowly put his shoes on at the couch, he found his mind wandering. All the way back to his flight here. When the plane had reached maximum elevation, he had found himself beginning to doze off. As he did, his mind began to slip into less-than-kid-friendly terrain. He froze, his cheeks fuming as the memories flooded back.