The Series: myct one-shot [COMPLETED]

Bro's help [SMUT]

It had been a tireless day for both George and Dream, from all the excitement of finally meeting after so long apart they didn't have much time to calm down and feel drowsy. Adrienne was still pumping through their veins from doing five just dance matches without breaks, the sun was beginning to set and quiet taps of British rain fell on the window of the room.

The sun let off a short-lived golden glow that lit up the whole of George's bedroom, the two hadn't turn on the lights in the daze of dehydration coming in. Dream laid spread out, breathing heavy, his hand moving with his chest. He had started to feel tired out as the last of his excitement faded, the sudden hit of all the pulled muscles and the hurt of his vocal cords from all the screaming and shouting he had done had him feeling like he couldn't move even if he wanted to.

George, on the other hand, was still hyped, sat cross-legged hunched over his phone as he tried to get to the bottom of an auto-generated feed.

"Ugh." Dream groans, his body stang like it was hit with a massive tree trunk.

"What's up?" George asked, laying down next to him, Dream feels like his muscles tear apart as he moves to face his best friend. "Aren't you in pain too, George?"

The older boy mentally checks around his body, "Nope, at least not yet?"

"That's not fair!" Dream whines, "it feels like my body is being torn apart!"

"Can't be that bad, you big baby." George goes back to his phone for a second, ignoring Dream for a while and floating about in his head. Ideas for videos, ideas for the next few weeks he and his best friend would spend together, a rushed thought of how dark it was starting to get.

"George! Believe me! It is!" Dream shouts strained, a painful voice crack hitting in the middle of the 'believe me.'

"What am I meant to do about it?" George laughs.

"I dunno..." Dream mutters, rubbing at the back of his shoulder, "give me a massage or somethin'"

George giggles again, blindly placing a hand on his friend's shoulder and pushing down as hard as he could.

"George!" Dream laughs in a bit of agony, watching him smirk down at his phone.

"Okay! Okay! Get on your stomach." Dream falls into the bed face first, taking a deep breath as he turns his neck to face sideways resting on his arms.

George climbs onto the bottom of Dream's back, "hm."

"Why aren't you starting? I'm dying over here-"

"Should I do it with or without your hoodie on? It's up to you."

He thinks for a second, "um. I mean I guess I'll just take it off." The two manage to pull the sweater off eventually after a short struggle and a few laughs.

With circler motions the older of the two pushes down on Dream's back, listening to his soft groans and sighs, picking up and dropping random topics. "Oooo George~" Dream sighs.

Knowing Dream enough George starts smiling before he could finish his sentence, pressing down on his lower back just hard enough for a sight crack, Dream hums strained from holding back a gasp. "You got me all shirtless George ooOOo!"