Orlando, Florida
November 26th — 8:36pm

Dream and George had just returned from dropping off Sapnap at the airport. There were no tearful goodbyes or hugs filled with snotty faces, Sapnap left the pair at the airport with a devious grin on his lips, breathlessly whispering very cryptic messages.

"Have fun without me, you two!"

Dreams brows furrowed at the time, but he brushed it off. Figuring Sapnap out would be a whole nother task on its own. Sapnap was one weird dude.

Dream wouldn't dare to admit it aloud, but to say he was nervous was an understatement. Alone and George seemed like two things that should not mix. There was going to be no one around to stop George from trying anything, he could be as shameless as he wanted and the only person to know would be Dream, and his boner that would most likely pop up.

But George hadn't tried anything on the car ride back. It was simply filled with their mindless and light-hearted banter that Dream had honestly been missing since this whole thing started.

It was still relatively early in the night, and once the pair arrived back home, George suggested a movie night. Dream of course agreed, he wanted to keep the night going for as long as possible. He missed being able to joke around with George like he used to before this bet. He didn't mind seeing this new, very sexual side of George, and by god did it turn him on, but the old friendly side was something he missed.

When the two entered the house, George told Dream he needed to change out of his day clothes and that he would join him back on the couch once he was finished. The two parted and Dream quickly claimed his usual spot on the couch, grabbing the remote and setting Netflix up on his television.

He waited patiently for George to come back down, simply scrolling mindlessly on his phone. George was his guest, he could choose the movies, whatever he wanted. He hoped it would be horror.

A few minutes later, George returned back downstairs wearing his usual short shorts and a hoodie. Dream didn't even give it a second glance, this was just how George walked around nowadays. George quickly made his way to the sofa, slumping down into the couch with a bounce next to Dream.

Suddenly George perked up, "Wait, do you have any popcorn?" He asked.

Dream hummed, "Yeah, we should do, I'll go make some now." Dream left his spot on the couch, but before he left the room he handed George the remote. "Choose something."

George eyed the remote, "Anything?"

Dream shrugged, "I'm down for anything."

Dream quickly made his way to the kitchen, rummaging through his pantry until he found the bag of popcorn he was looking for. He put the bag into the microwave, waiting patiently against his countertop as he listened to the satisfying pops inside the bag. He stopped the microwaves just before it hit the zero mark, pulling out the bag with his fingertips to avoid being burnt, pouring the contents into a bowl before generously sprinkling it with butter, salt and icing sugar. He discarded the bag, grabbing the bowl of popcorn before making his way back to the living room, where George had set up the movie.

Dream sat back down, setting the bowl of popcorn down on the coffee table in front of him, but when he finally got a glimpse of what was on the television, he almost wanted to jump straight back up again.

The title screen popped up, just as it lit up the room, illuminating George's face as a wicked smile grew across his lips.

'365 Days.'

"Geor-"

"Sh!" George interrupted, a smirk dancing very prominently against his lips, "The movie is starting."

Dream pressed his lips together in a taut line, this was going to be bad. Dream involuntarily felt his pants tighten, nothing had even happened, hell they were still on the title screen, but the thought made his dick twitch. He hadn't seen the movie before, but he'd heard enough on the internet to know how crazy sexual the movie was.

Dream tried not to think about it, tried to keep calm, focus solely on the movie and ignore everything in his surroundings, but Dream couldn't help but feel hyper-aware of everything the entire duration of the movie. I mean, how could he not? The pair was alone, the only source of light being from the television or the light flooding through the open doorway from the kitchen. And they were going to be practically watching softcore porn, this night was not going to end well.

The movie was fine for a while, even the borderline explicit blow-job scene wasn't that bad, mainly because Dream was too fervently focused on the way George inched ever so subtly closer to him. So close that their thighs were almost touching, even the slightest movement caused them to brush against one another.

From the corner of his eye, Dream could see that George seemed to be holding his tongue, his grin seemed too faintly wicked and mischievous for him not to be thinking of anything sexual.

The movie continued to progress, but to Dream it was simply a foggy mess of unimportant plot, extremely attractive Italian men, and way too many sexual gestures for the movie to be rated anything but R18+. It wasn't until a particular scene, that Dream started getting antsy.

The forbidden boat scene.

As soon as that goddamn song started, Dream's heart started racing and his eyes threatened to pop out of his head. Involuntarily, his eyes wandered over to George, and his honey brown eyes that sparkled with a naughty glint.

George grinned when he felt Dream's gaze focus on him, "Doesn't that make you horny?" He questioned, suggestively.

Dream bit his lip nervously, this was what he was worried about. "N-no.." He tried pathetically, he hated how shaky and nervous his voice sounded.

George snorted, "It makes me horny." He confessed,  "Shit, I'm not even straight but, fuck, it just gets me so badly."

George moved closer towards Dream, Dream felt the cushion in the sofa sink when George's hand pressed down against it to support his weight which was now much too close to Dream's. He innocently tilted his head up towards the blonde, eyes filled with a sexually raw gaze.

George's smirk deepened, "I just want to be fucked so badly."

Dream felt his stomach drop. He honestly couldn't move, couldn't respond, couldn't even fucking breath. He glued his gaze to the television, which wasn't much help either considering they were still only halfway through the boat scene, but horny George was much more arousing than

But George was definitely not happy with that reaction.

Quickly, in one swift movement, George swung his leg across Dream, straddling him, arms holding tightly against his shoulders, faces so close that their breaths mixed into a swirl of heat.

Dream watched in silent horror as George's smug, pretty lit face appeared in his eyeline. "Georg-"

"You're paying way too much attention to this movie, Dream." George interjected quickly, hands smoothly running up the exposed skin of Dream's neck, so his hands could lightly grasp his jaw. His eyes flicked up and down Dream's feature, "I'm a little jealous of how hard you're getting over this movie."

Dream was now suddenly very aware of how truly hard he was. He felt how painful, how hard his cock throbbed in his pants, and how restricted it felt in the constrictions of his pants. But now he was also extremely aware of how much George was rubbing against it with his ass. George had sunk low into his lap, and with every breath, every singular beat of his heart, he grinded down onto his erection. Dream struggled to suppress a groan.

George smirked, eyes intently searching Dream's, drinking up how desperate and pained they seemed. "Or is it not actually the movie you're getting hard over." He questioned innocently.

He shifted a little more, causing a jerk of pain to shoot up Dream's entire body, the slightest feeling of friction against his clothed erection was enthralling.

George's eyes discreetly looked down towards Dream's crotch, but Dream was far too intensely focused on George to miss it. "Maybe you really are getting hard over me." He taunted smugly,  "Imagining what it would be like if you fucked me like that on a boat."

Dream felt his heart leaping so far up his chest that it was close to leaping up into his throat. Dream was panting, breath short and blood pumping fast to all parts of his body.

"Isn't that what you want, Dream?" He asked, "To fuc-"

And then everything went black.

Literally.

Mostly because the power went out.

George froze, pulling back in slight disorientation."What just happened?" He asked, borderline dumbfounded.

"The power's out." Dream answered.

George frowned, even though Dream could not particularly see it. "Yeah, I can see that. Is that normal?"

Dream nodded, "Y-yeah, I just need to go fix the panel." Quickly, he shuffled George off his lap and made his way to the front door. George could almost cry at how close he got him, how far he had edged him on. Dream was only gone for a few seconds when the power came back on, and then another minute later Dream returned inside, heading straight towards the stairs.

"Drea-"

"G-goodnight, George." He answered instead, George didn't- couldn't miss the vibrant shade of red his cheeks had flared up to be. It wasn't until he heard the closing of Dream's bedroom door that George really got frustrated.

George slumped back down on the sofa, frown on his face, arms crossed firmly across his chest. He felt like a child having a temper tantrum, but by god right now did he want to jump up and down and stomp his feet.

Everything just kept getting in the way. It was so frustrating, he had Dream wrapped around his dainty little finger, he always did, but something always had to come up and ruin it. From the past week he had been staying in Florida, every single time he thought that he was seconds away from pushing Dream over the edge, there was always one thing that popped up and ruined his plans.

Sapnap.

But it was also not that hard to get rid of him.

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George approached Sapnap one late afternoon, Dream was bundled up in his room and Sapnap was sat in the living room, eyes fixed on his phone. "Hey, Sap-"

Sapnap quickly looked up from his phone, eyes looking bored, "What do you want?"

"Nap~ oh, okay. Uhm, I need you to do something for me." George continued.

Sapnap's brows furrowed, "What?"

George smiled sheepishly, "Leave."

Sapnap looked at George with a puzzled face of bewilderment, "Huh?"

George groaned, slumping down into the sofa next to Sapnap. "Ugh, I'm sick of you ruining my plans, I need you gone, only for a week."

Sapnap frowned, thoroughly confused with George's absurd requests and very confusing responses. "Ruin your plans?" He questioned, "What plans?"

George could almost laugh, "I don't think you want to know, but to put it lightly I'm trying to make him lose control.."

"And I have to be gone for this?" Sapnap questioned, completely and utterly confused.

George giggled, "Well unless you're some weird pervert, I don't think you want to stay for it."

Sapnap frowned deeply for a moment, before an amused sign of recognition shot across his features. "OH.."

"Yeah.." George chuckled sheepishly.

Sapnap snorted, "When you put it like that, then of course I'm going to leave." He told him, "I do not want to be here when that happens."

–

Sapnap left the very next day. But even with him gone, there were still other things that stopped George right at the very end. The universe must've really just not wanted poor George to win the bet.

So now, he was sitting down on the sofa, television blank, popcorn bowl long forgotten, in a barely lit room with an angry little pout on his face, wondering how much further he would have to whore himself out for Dream to crack.

Four days left. Time was ticking.

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GUYS I DONT WATCH MOVIES, 365 DAYS WAS THE MOST SEXUAL ONE I COULD THINK OF, DONT COME FOR ME PLEASE IM SORRY!! 😭 ALSO can we fkn talk about that boat scene for a second??? like why did they need to have sex in like eight different places on the boat, bro im so concerned ALSO is pantry a normal word?? or is that just a british-ish thing?? what else would yall call it?? cupboard??? ew. ALSO, yes that is the way i make popcorn, and yes it is amazing, literally suck my dick. 🙄