DreamNotFound (DNF) smutshots

the best party is up your ass

Disclaimer: the smut is at the end of part two, and mostly in part three. if you're here for that, feel free to skip ahead. the parts before hand contain a lot of fluff :)

Context: Dream and George had always been friends. Best friends. One might say they were more than friends. It was obvious to everyone but the two males themselves that there was an abundance of sexual tension. More so, the two spent a lot of time alone together, since George was spending the summer in Florida with Dream. The two had always had feelings for one another, both just too oblivious or scared to admit it. So the tension grew, and time passed. One night, in the middle of a movie, Dream had been staring at George affectionately. Before either of them knew what was happening, they were sharing a passionate kiss, which ended abruptly. The past several days, both boys have been avoiding the other, too frightened of what had occurred that night to speak or look at the other. However, Dreams birthday was approaching, and George was not about to let what happened between them ruin Dreams special day. So, George did the only logical thing, he planned a surprise party.

Georges pov: the night before the party

My phone buzzed constantly. All night, I had been receiving texts from my friends. Bad, Sapnap, Karl, Tommy, Tubbo and Wilbur had all flown into Florida that day. They were all staying at a hotel several miles away, I couldn't wait to see Dreams reaction when he saw them all tomorrow. His eyes would light up, and he would probably let out a wheeze or two. I loved the way Dream laughed, even thought it sounded like he was cosplaying a tea kettle. I giggled at the thought, when I heard the door slam shut. My giggles quickly faded, Dream was home. The memories of what had happened a few nights ago came flooding back into my head. I knew I needed to talk to him eventually, but I decided to retreat back into the safety of my room, or I guess it was Dreams guest bedroom. Dreams apartment was dark, and I ran into several walls, kicked Patches toy, and slammed the door shut. There was no way Dream hadn't heard me. Nonetheless, I flung my shoes across the room and jumped in bed, pretending to be asleep.

Dreams footsteps softly padded down the hall, and my hands began to sweat. I could hear my heart beating in my throat, why was I so afraid? I reasoned with myself. I was so afraid because Dream was my bestfriend, he was everything I am. Losing him would kill me.

Losing Dream.

The thought terrified me. I hugged my knees into my chest, wanting to fold into myself. My mind was now spiraling down a list of questions that could never be answered.

What if Dream didn't want me? He doesn't actually like me, just the idea of me. Did Dream get bored of me?

I had nearly forgotten about the younger man who had just gotten home, until I heard footsteps stops outside my door. My eyes darted open, but I kept my back to the door. I was strangely calm now, listening intently for Dreams next move. The door opened, softly shutting as I heard footsteps delicately approach my bed. I could smell him. He was wearing his favorite cologne, a smell that I knew so well and had grown to love. I resisted from taking a large sniff of it, forcing myself to stay still. Dream let out a stressed sigh, I could hear him run his hand through his hair. I could feel him looking at me. If only he knew how much I wanted to hold him, to run MY hands through his hair.

My stubbornness subsided. Whatever happened last night was a thing of the past. My friendship with Dream was far more important than the kiss we had shared. That kiss was impulsive, reckless, but having Dream in my life was real and authentic. I wanted Dream, more than anyone else, but keeping him as my best friend will have to do, even if it killed me. For Dream, I would die a thousand times. Sighing, I shifted to look at the tall man who had now perched himself on the side of the bed.

My heart shattered, Dream had obviously had a rough day. His eyes were dark, his face long. He had been staring at the wall, no doubt stressing about the next video he had to edit. I hated seeing him like this. I wanted to take away his anxieties, his pain, and it hurt even more knowing that I couldn't. His gaze remained on the wall, his eyes devoid of emotion.

"Dream." I started. I wanted to say something else, to say what was on my mind, but honestly, Dream consumed my every thought.

He snapped out of his trance, his eyes glowing as he faced me. That familiar, mischievous twinkle I knew so well reignited for a moment, before burning out. That twinkle was replaced with fear, confusion and sadness. I understood. Dream said nothing, but he didn't have to. I sat up, delicately wrapping my arms around him. Dream flinched slightly, surprised at my act of affection after the silence of the past several days. I hugged him tighter, trying my best to take his troubles away. I felt his hands slowly reach around my back, softly wrapping around my hips. He pulled me closer, holding on for dear life. I held him back just as tightly, as he dug his head into my shoulder.

Reluctantly, I broke the hug, I was exhausted and Dreams head was quite heavy. I returned to my spot under the covers, reminding myself that I needed sleep for the big events of tomorrow. Dream still sat at the edge of the bed, watching me intently. He didn't want to be alone. I patted the empty space next to me, motioning for him to lay down.

"George I-" Dream began.

I put my finger against his lips, silencing him.

"Less talk, more sleep," I stated.

Dream chuckled lightly and excepted my invitation, laying down next to me. I began to focus on sleep when I felt Dream press up against my back. He then threw an arm around me, pulling me flush against him. I blushed uncontrollably. My mind raced with the different possibilities of what Dreams actions meant. I did know one thing, and it was that Dream was not going anywhere. It was him and I , against the world. I pressed into Dreams back, smiling as I remembered the party that was going to take place tomorrow night.

*the next day*

I blinked awake, immediately being blinded by the sun coming through the windows. I shut my eyes tightly, rubbing them vigorously with the back of my hand. My whole body ached, I was far from being a morning person.

"Dream, I think I'm dying."

No response.

"Dream?"

I patted the space next to me, Dream was not there. I groaned, crawling out of bed. I shuffled into the living room, seeking the tall man. It was his special day after all, it was his birthday. I giggled with mischievously. Dream had no idea about the party tonight.

I poured myself a cup of coffee, spotting a note from Dream on the counter.

Good morning gogy, going out for coffee with Drista. Will be back around 6.

I rolled my eyes at the nickname, it was humiliating. Lazily, I checked my phone. An army of text messages from the party attendees occupied the screen. My heart sank as I checked the time. 4:45. I choked on my coffee. I only had an hour and 15 minutes to get everything set up. I knew my habits of sleeping in were bad, but this is something entirely different. Luckily, I had most of the supplies already hidden around Dreams apartment. I texted the party members, a newfound determination setting in.

The party was going to be perfect, Dream deserved nothing less.