Little Talks | DNF oneshot

During their time in Antarctica Dream and George spend a good amount of time cold and miserable. But one late night the tension that's always been present in their relationship builds to its breaking point, will they move past it or get stuck in a rut?

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"I wonder what we'll do when we don't have any more heaters," George said, a nimble finger idly tracing shapes on his pillow, his eyes leaving Dream and out to the wall of the tent.

Dream hummed, pulling his lower lip between his teeth. "Y'know, I have a few ideas," he mumbled, eyes sweeping over George again, the older man's dark eyes meeting Dream's when he looked back up.

"Do tell," George's voice dropped low, sultry and careful.

Their friendship was just that, a friendship. Even with the jokes, the jokes that went beyond what was shown on camera, they were just friends. Neither one of them had ever wanted to be more, at least they hadn't mentioned it. But now George was looking at him with half-lidded eyes and a slightly red face and, god, Dream's heart was beating fast.

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Written by someone who hasn't seen the Antarctica video yet.

Welcome to my debut DNF oneshot, hope its a good read :)