Dnf/Karlnap smut and oneshots (Reupload)

Goosebumps

Summary:

Dream and George are the last ones on the call. Irritated at the sudden heat, Dream decides to take off his shirt, not intending that it would lead to the start of their sexual endeavors, vocal foreplay, and mutual masturbation.

Dream exits out of Minecraft and laughs to himself when he hears the usual banter between Sapnap and George. They were going back and forth, arguing about who officially won the minecraft PVP battle between the two of them.

Dream yawns and stretches, deciding to wait this one out rather than intervening to avoid getting caught in the middle of their quarrel.

"I'm going to bed. Dream, turn on the A.C. I swear to God, I won't last another night in this heat." Sapnap complains and then leaves the call soon after.

Dream laughs to himself, throwing his head back and fanning himself at the intolerable heat.

He then gets up from his chair and walks out of his room to turn on the A.C, fulfilling Sapnap's request since he didn't want to risk Sapnap barging into his room to complain about the heat.

"Dream." Dream jumps slightly from George's voice that came from his headphones he hadn't removed, not expecting George to still be in the voice call.

Dream walks back to his room and locks the door behind him, sitting back on his leather chair while he waits for the A.C to reach his room.

"Mm?" Dream replies to George, still fanning himself.

"Hi."

"Hi," Dream groans out of frustration. "The fucking A.C doesn't reach my room. It's so hot."

"That sucks." George says insincerely as Dream rolls his eyes at his friend's lack of compassion.

"Fuck it. I'm taking my shirt off." Dream says, not intending to have said the comment out loud, but since he was comfortable with George, he didn't think too much of it.

He throws his plain white shirt over his head and throws it onto the bed, sighing in relief after getting a slight breeze of air.

"You're naked now?" George asks in the low, teasing tone that always throws Dream off.

Dream rolls his eyes and chuckles to himself. "I just took my shirt off."

George hums to himself. "Let me see."

"No," Dream says, knowing that George's sleep deprived state was just messing with him. "What about you? What're you doing right now?"

Dream can hear George's bed creak as he changes positions. "I'm in bed."

Dream licks his lips, suddenly wanting to tease him back. "Are you naked?" Although his intent was to play with him and tease him back, there was an evident serious tone that the both of them noticed.

George laughs to himself. "No. Do you want me to be?"

"Why would I want you to be?" Dream says, trying to relieve the sexual tension in the air.

"I don't know," George says, once again in his flirty, low voice. "I feel like you would want to see me naked."

"Stop it." Dream whines, leaning back on his chair and throwing his head back, covering up his eyes with his arms in agony, still not used to George talking to him in that manner.

George laughs quietly once again, acknowledging his affect on Dream.

"I'm taking my shirt off with you." George says, his voice distant as the bed creeks once again. Dream removes his arm from his eyes and quickly looks over at his screen, checking to see if George's camera was on.