Orlando, Florida
November 23rd —8:09pm

It had been exceptionally hard the first day of George being in Florida.

Dream learnt very quickly that George could not in fact handle the heat of Orlando. Even in the relatively chilly season of November, he had somehow managed to complain about the heat at least fifty times. And he had only been there for one day.

Dream could understand that, I mean the drastic change from London weather to Florida weather would overwhelm anyone. But the way that George had dealt with this 'heat' was what got to Dream.

For the past two days George had been wearing a hoodie, and short shorts that sat way too far up his ass to be comfortable, constantly. When he walked around, his hoodie, which seemed to be a regular sized hoodie, fell over his shorts and made him look like he was naked. And when you did see his shorts, you could practically see his ass cheeks hanging out the back.

And Dream only knew about this because that was the only thing he could concentrate on any singular time George walked by him. It was like his ass was a magnet, and his eyes were made of metal. They always flicked there immediately.

It didn't help Dream's case at all, and by the way George somehow managed to arch his back just the tiniest bit more, to make his ass more prominent, it was almost like he could feel Dream's intent gaze burning holes into his ass and did it on purpose.

He totally did.

It was also weird because Sapnap didn't say a thing? Dream found it completely odd that Sapnap didn't notice how skanky George dressed on a regular basis. Maybe he didn't notice it as much, because George wasn't on his mind 24/7 like he was on Dream's.

The trio decided late in the afternoon that they were going to order food in and have a chill night in. George was only here for a week, but they still didn't want to bombard him with things on his first day here.

Dream sat on the couch, lazily flicking through Netflix trying to find something to watch. He didn't know where the other two were, and he didn't really want to find out. I mean he saw Sapnap constantly, and if he were to go hang out with George he didn't know what would happen.

He had managed to watch two episodes of the show he'd been binging when he heard footsteps coming from the stairway. His heart started beating faster, was George coming down? Was he going to act like nothing ever happened? Would they just watch Netflix together? Would he make a move??

He glanced in the direction of the stairs, only to see Sapnap rounding the corner. He slumped back down into his chair, turning his attention back to the television.

He heard Sapnap scoff as he entered the living room, standing in the doorway. "Don't act too excited to see me. I know I'm not your boyfriend but you can at least not literally cry when I'm here instead."

Now it was Dreams turn to scoff, "Shut up."

Sapnap smiled, "Yeah, yeah, whatever, I'm leaving now anyways."

Dream's head shot up immediately, eyes widening, his attention ripped away from the television to go straight back to Sapnap. He was.. leaving? Oh no.

"What? Where? Why?" Dream rushed.

Sapnap snorted, "Say who and how and we got all five."

"Shut up," Dream scoffed in retaliation. "Where are you going?"

"I've got a date." Sapnap told him nonchalantly.

Dreams brows furrowed, "A date?"

Sapnap nodded, "Yeah, I told you about that before." He said.

Dream frowned, "You never told me about that."

"I told you like the day before George got here." Sapnap told him. Dream tried to think back, but he honestly couldn't remember if Sapnap told him or not. His mind had been completely preoccupied by George and No Nut November, so Sapnap could've possibly told him, but it slipped his mind.

"Whatever, but you can't leave me here, alone!" Dream tried.

Sapnap snorted, "What are you a dog? You won't be alone anyway, George is here."

That's what he was afraid of.

"I can't be alone, I'll come with you!" He panicked. Dream didn't think he could handle being alone with George right now. If he tried anything, he didn't know if he could stop himself.

Sapnap scowled, "I said date right? Like you heard me say the word date?"

"Plea-"

"Bro, I gotta go, I'm going to be late unless I leave right now." Sapnap interjected, making a move to leave.

"You can't leave me!" Dream pleaded.

Sapnap's scowled deepened, "Stop being weird, dude." He told him, "Look, there's some strawberries in the refrigerator."

"Huh? How does that make anything better?" He questioned quickly, feeling his anxiety grow bigger.

Sapnap grinned as he started backing away, before ending it with a wink. "To feed your boyfriend."

And with that Sapnap almost speed ran out of the room, quickly making his way to the front door. Dream's eyes widened in panic, scrambling to his feet to follow him. "What?! No, Sapn-"

Slam.

Dream's shoulders slumped in defeat, as he watched the front door close shut. Oh shit.

He made his way back to curl into his chair, wishing he could simply disappear into the cushions and hide until Sapnap came back. He tried to focus back onto the show he was watching but he couldn't. Now that he was alone, George was all he could think about. Was he going to come out?

It seemed like almost an hour had passed since Sapnap left, and there were no other noises coming from the house. It was exceptionally quiet, too quiet. Should he get up and go look for him? Surely George would've come out by now. Maybe something happened?

Dream ultimately decided that he should probably go check up on his guest. As much as kind of didn't want to, if something bad happened and Dream was avoiding him because of this stupid bet he would never forgive himself.

He paused his show, before working up the courage to go find George, wherever he was in the house. It didn't take long to find him.

He found George in the kitchen, one of his knees curled up against his chest, his hoodie riding up to expose his shorts, and the milky white flesh of his soft looking thigh.

Dream abruptly looked away, if he didn't focus on him, or any parts of him, nothing would happen. George had a bowl of strawberries in front of him, every so often taking a bite as he mindlessly scrolled through his phone.

George's gaze finally found Dream's when he entered the kitchen. Dream tried to send him a smile as he walked to the opposite side of the counter, but it came out pained more than anything.

George snorted, "Thought you were avoiding me." He noted playfully, Dream felt himself grow nervous at George's satire tone.

His hand instinctively found the back of his neck,"Pfft, no.."

George nodded slowly, a small amused smile on his lips. He shut off his phone, placing it to the side so his attention was solely on Dream.  "Hope you don't mind me stealing your food." He gestured to the strawberry in his hand.

"N-no, it's fine." Dream dismissed.

"Do you have any whipped cream?" George asked.

Dream frowned in confusion. "Whipped cream?" He questioned.

George nodded, "Yeah, for my strawberries." He told him happily.

George was his guest, and Dream would happily obliged to anything he requested of him right now. He walked over to the refrigerator, opening it and letting the cool air flow out. His eyes flickered across everything, until they landed on a convenient bowl of fluffy, white cream that was usually not there. Weird.

George shot him a grin, before taking the bowl from his hands and placing it down beside his bowl of strawberries. Wordlessly, he picked up a piece, before dipping it into the whipped cream. He quickly brought it to his lips, parting them before taking an excruciatingly slow bite.

Dream couldn't help but watch him. He watched as his pearly, white teeth bit into the red fruits flesh, as his lips wrapped around the strawberry and a small, minuscule string of spit connected the two before it abruptly broke. Dream gulped.

George moaned, moaned, when he started chewing, the combination obviously too good for his little brain to handle, but the noise travelled straight through Dream's ears right down into his cock. Dream felt his dick pulse.

George could feel Dream's intense gaze on him, it made him feel way too smug. He finally swallowed, "Take a picture, it lasts longer."

"I-"

But George cut him off, "Have you ever had strawberries and cream before Dream?" He asked him, innocently tilting his head.

Dream didn't really have strawberries on a regular basis, so no he had not had strawberries and whipped cream before. Should he have? Was he missing out? "N-no."

George picked up another strawberry, dragging through the bowl of whipped cream, before holding it up in front of him, revealing it to be covered in a good helping of the white mixture.

Gently, with his other hand he reached out and cupped Dream's jaw, his dainty fingers gently gripping his chin to bring his face closer. He pushed the red fruit up to his mouth, holding it out for Dream to take a bite.

Dream's heart started beating incredibly fast, it almost felt like it would beat out of his chest. The fingers holding his face felt like they lit a match against his skin, everything was so intimate and soft and he felt his cheeks redden to the color of the strawberry itself.

He intently eyed George, but George's gaze was locked on Dream's lips. The contrast of the red fruit to his soft pale, pink flesh, and the way Dream's tongue flicked out across them, his lips glistening with a coat of saliva in the artificial light.

Dream nervously took a bite, the lightly, sweet taste of the whipped cream, mixed with the tangy, delightful punch of the strawberry hitting his taste buds instantly. He chewed absentmindedly, simply because George was the only thing he could focus on. The gentle fondness in his eyes made him want to fold, he wanted to stay in this moment forever. George being so soft and caring, constantly feeding him fruit.

To his dismay, George pulled away, a soft smile resting against his own lips, as he eyed Dream's facial expression. "Good, right?"

Dream could barely find his voice after what just happened, his head swarmed with fog as he mindlessly chewed and swallowed down the fruit. "Uh, y-yeah."

George chuckled, "They're good together," he continued, before moving the bowl of fruit away, "but whipped cream is so much better on its own."

Dream fervently watched as George swiped his own finger smoothly through the cream, quickly bringing it to his lips before sucking it into his mouth. His eyes widened on their own accord, simply because George looked so fucking hot doing it.

He pulled off his own finger with a lewd pop, the slightest bit of white staining the flesh of his lips. Dream fought the urge to wipe it off with his tongue.

Dream's breath caught in his throat when George gently moved his hand, maneuvering it so he was holding out one finger. He guided it to the bowl of cream, dipping it into white, letting Dream feel the coolness against the warmth of his skin.

Holding the intense eye contact, George slowly pushed out his tongue, finally licking a strip up Dream's finger. Dream feels the warmth of his tongue against his flesh, it sent goosebumps across his entire back. He could only watch, desperately, as George pulled away, his tongue coated in white as he held it out for Dream to see, before it finally disappeared back into his mouth and he swallowed it down. Dream watched his adam's apple bop. But there was still cream on his fingers.

A shockwave coursed through his entire body when George parted his lips and sucked Dream's entire finger into his mouth, sucking the cream clean off of his skin. Dream felt his core light a blaze, lips parting himself as he stared bewildered at George's enchanting movement, the way his entire long finger disappeared in the cavern of his mouth.

The blood rushed from his stomach straight down into his pants. Dream could only feel helpless as he felt his pants pull tighter and tighter. He was nearing his final straw, George was here, right in front of him, sucking cream off his fingers. He craved more, he wanted George now.

George sickeningly pulled off his finger, licking his lips with a smirk, interlocking their intense, lust-filled gaze once again, "So much better on its own."

Dream felt his hand resisting the urge to move, to grab George right here, right now and smash his lips against his own. He was seconds away from doing it too, when George looked like that, so dazed, and fucked out, just from the movement of sucking Dream's finger he wanted to take him.

His entire body ached and his restricted cock in his pants throbbed at the desire, the need to-

The door handle jiggled.

Dream's eyes widened, nearly popping out of their sockets, as he heard someone walk into the house. Moments later Sapnap popped up, eyes glued to his phone. Oh thank fuck.

"She had to go, had to cut the date short." He explained distractedly, eyes on his phone until he finally entered the kitchen. When he did look up, he could only see Dream's bright red face, and George's sly grin. His brows furrowed in question.

"What'd I miss?"

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WAIT NO ISTG I DON'T HAVE A FOOD KINK OR ANYTHING- BUT..... OKAY TELL ME THAT ISN'T THE HOTTEST THING EVER, OH WAIT YOU CAN'T BC WHIPPED CREAM?? LITERALLY MAKES.. ME.. cream..

UHM- ANYWAY, more serious sort of thing, pls dont rush me too much abt uploads and stuff, i don't mind yall cracking a joke abt the TWO DAYS i don't post but don't be demanding things pls. this story- well it isn't a slowburn, but the whole storyline/plot is dream trying not to.. nUt.. in no nut november, so it'd just be disappointing to me if i just end it now and give you guys the smut you SO DESPERATELY WANT.. but its coming just be patient my loves !! :]

also bonus chapters where i maybe explore more.. kinks, POSSIBLY, no promises just yet.. ;)