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“I’ve only officially been here for two weeks and you’re already leaving me.” George complains, body laid out dramatically across Sapnap’s bed while the younger throws things into his suitcase.

Sapnap scoffs, “You’ll be fine, now you get some alone time with Dweam.”

Now is George’s turn to scoff. “Shut up. You’re literally leaving us behind to go hang out with Karl.”

“For the hundredth time, I’m going to do some shit for NRG, Karl will just so happen to be there.” Sapnap says, exasperated. “You know, you could help me pack instead of lying there like a lazy idiot.”

“Hmm, don’t want to.” George says. He isn’t even looking at Sapnap, eyes closed and face pointed up at the ceiling. “Why are you packing so early anyway? What are you, like, nervous?”

George’s joking words don’t hit the way they intend to as Sapnap’s hands freeze, clutching the shirt he’s in the middle of folding tightly.

George cracks an eye open at Sapnap’s sudden silence, sitting up a bit to lean on his elbow and look at him. “What is it? Tell me.”

His voice is demanding, his tone suggesting that he won’t let Sapnap brush it off or move on. Of course Sapnap would have no such luck, as George is by far his nosiest friend. 

Sapnap hopes for once that he’ll just let this go, though, knowing he’d just make fun of him endlessly.

See now, Sapnap has a secret.

Well, it’s less of a secret and more of a piece of information about himself that he’s just never felt the need to share. With anyone, not even Dream or George. It’s not like he goes out of his way not to tell people, he’s just never been given the opportunity to bring it up, and he certainly wouldn’t tell someone unprompted.

It’s something he daydreams about often, something he stays up late at night obsessing over. Thinking about what it would be like, how it would happen, and overthinking all the little details to the point where he actually started thinking that isn't normal.

Sapnap’s never kissed anyone.

Objectively, as a twenty-one year old man, that’s embarrassing.

He doesn’t remember what started it, but more recently he’s felt worse and worse about it. Like if he doesn’t hurry up and get it over with, then he never will. 

So, he devised a plan of sorts.

Karl. 

That's it, that’s his plan.

Seriously though, how hard could it be to get Karl to kiss him when they share a hotel in LA? Karl’s already kissed practically the entire friend group, so for him it wouldn’t be out of the ordinary, whereas for Sapnap it would be a milestone.

Of course, he doesn’t plan on telling Karl that it’s his first kiss, or that would make him nervous and not want to do it. He’d probably tell him some bullshit about how he should wait so it can be special.

As sweet as that sounds, Sapnap doesn’t have five years to spare. He wants to get it over with now.

So, maybe there’s some truth to George’s playful accusation. Sapnap is nervous, just not for the reasons that George is probably thinking.

“Sap.”

When Sapnap finally gets out of his own head, George is fully sitting up right in front of him, eyebrows drawn together in concern.

“Huh?” Sapnap asks, pretending he didn’t hear George’s previous request.

George narrows his eyes. “I asked you a question.”

“I’m not nervous—” Sapnap defends weakly, though it’s far too late.

“Holy shit, you are!” George exclaims, amazed. “Tell me why. Do you have a crush on Karl or something?”

Sapnap grimaces. “What? No, I don’t have a crush on Karl.”

“Then what are you so nervous about?” George asks, the curiosity in his voice poorly masked by concern.

Shit.

He should’ve just played it cool, now George won’t let it go until Sapnap tells him the truth. Damn George and his nosy nature.

Sapnap takes a deep breath, dropping the article of clothing in his hands onto the bed. He doesn’t look at George, instead training his eyes on the suitcase between them.

“Okay. I’m gonna tell you something that I haven’t told anyone.” Sapnap says slowly. “And you have to promise not to laugh.”

“I can’t make that promise.” George says, already giggling. 

Asshole.

Sapnap redirects his gaze just to glare at George, who relents with a roll of his eyes.

“Alright, alright, fine. I won’t laugh.” George says, but Sapnap just isn’t sure he believes him.

Regardless, he knows he has to tell him, otherwise George will never let him hear the end of it, especially not after all that buildup.

Once again, Sapnap looks away from George, squeezing his eyes shut.

“I’veneverkissedanyone,” Sapnap says in one breath. His eyes snap open, finding that George is staring at him.

“Sorry?” George questions, tilting his head to the side. “I didn’t catch that.”

Sapnap groans, “God, don’t make me say it again, you jerk.”

“I’m serious, I actually didn’t hear you.” George insists, and he sounds much too genuine for Sapnap to ignore.

Sapnap sighs, raising his arms a bit and dropping them in defeat. “I’ve never kissed anyone.”

An array of emotions cycle through on George’s face, first surprise, then confusion, then a few other expressions that Sapnap can’t quite identify.

“What?” George asks. “But how’s that relevant? Unless you—” George stops himself as realization dawns on him, putting two and two together.

Sapnap chuckles uncomfortably, shuffling from side to side.

George shoots him a look. “You told me you don’t have a crush on Karl. You lied.”

“I didn’t lie!” Sapnap hurriedly explains. “I swear, I don’t have a crush on Karl. It’s just…he’s really affectionate, y’know? I mean, you would know.”

Sapnap’s tone turns suggestive towards the end, watching as George’s cheeks glow red.

“So, that’s your plan?” George says, completely ignoring Sapnap’s reference to him kissing Karl in the past. “You’re gonna kiss Karl so you can get your first kiss out of the way?”

Sapnap nods. “That’s the idea, yeah.”

“God, you’re an idiot.” George snickers. 

“You promised you wouldn’t laugh!”

“I promised I wouldn’t laugh at your little secret, I’m laughing at your stupid plan.” 

Sapnap huffs angrily. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Yeah, yeah.” George waves him off. He seems to think for a moment, his gaze appearing to be on something Sapnap couldn’t see. “Wait, Sapnap?”

“Hm?” Sapnap hums.

“How come you didn’t just ask me?” George says, then clears his throat. “Or, uh, Dream. I guess.”

Sapnap furrows his brows in confusion. “What?”

George sighs deeply before rephrasing what he wants to say. “To give you your first kiss. I mean, you’re willing to wait until you see Karl again when you have your two best friends literally living with you.”

What?

Sapnap feels his breath catch in his throat.

Is George saying what Sapnap thinks he’s saying?

He looks at George’s face, looking for any trace of humor. George looks slightly anxious, fiddling with the blanket underneath him as he waits for Sapnap to respond.

“Well,” Sapnap begins calmly, “if I’m being honest, I didn’t really think you’d wanna kiss me, George.”

George looks taken aback by this, opening his mouth to speak before Sapnap continues.

“And I just kinda figured if it was gonna happen with Dream, then it would’ve already, since we lived alone together for so long.” Sapnap explains. “So Karl just seemed like the best option, being the homie hopper he is.”

George snorts at this, before quickly collecting himself again. “You know, you could’ve always just asked. I wouldn’t have said no, for your information.”

Sapnap blinks at him. He can hardly believe what George is saying right now. “You wouldn’t?”

The brunet smiles. “Nope. But if you wanna kiss Karl, then by all means, go ahead.”

With that, George is standing up from Sapnap’s bed, exiting the room faster than Sapnap can even process.

What the fuck just happened?

George just basically offered to kiss him.

To give him his first kiss, to be exact. Sapnap feels like his head’s going to explode.

Of course, Sapnap’s considered kissing Dream or George just to get it over with. He knew they wouldn’t make a big deal out of it or make fun of him.

Well, maybe George would, but that’s a given.

However, he’d always thought that Dream and George would get together, so he mentally stuck a sticker on both of them that read ‘off limits.’

He never would’ve guessed that George would be the one offering up a kiss on a silver platter.

Sapnap’s head feels fuzzy as he half-heartedly finishes packing his suitcase, definitely not being as thorough as he would like. 

Because all he can think about is George’s words, and what it would be like to kiss him instead of Karl.

Sapnap does his best to try and shake it off as he gets ready for bed, laying some clean clothes to sleep in on his bed before heading over to his bathroom.

The hot and steamy shower does wonders for the ache in his neck and back, both stiff from being hunched over his suitcase for god knows how long. It would’ve gone much quicker if George had actually helped him out, but all he wanted to do was hang out and purposely annoy him. Dumbass.

God does he love him, though.

Sapnap can’t sleep.

He keeps rolling over, trying to find a comfortable way to sleep, and fails miserably.

Every time he closes his eyes, all he can see is that dumb smile George wore while he fucked up Sapnap’s whole head for the rest of the night.

Stupid George.

Before, Sapnap never really caught himself thinking about George in that sort of way. Or Dream, for that matter.

But now that the idea has been planted into his brain, he can’t say he’s opposed to it.

Sapnap sighs as he checks the time on his phone for what seems like the millionth time that night.

2:11 AM

Deciding there’s no way he’s going to be able to go to sleep, Sapnap gets out of bed. He walks over to his bedroom door, opening it slowly before stepping out into the hallway.

The hallway light is still on, meaning at least one of the other boys is still awake. Part of Sapnap hopes he’ll bump into them on his way to the kitchen, his body practically moving of its own accord.

He grabs a glass from one of the cabinets, filling it up with water at the fridge before taking a long sip. The cold liquid slides down his throat with ease as he drinks, throwing a pensive glance out the window.

The moon is big and bright in the sky tonight, though not a full moon it’s fairly close to one. Sapnap doesn’t know the names of the phases, but it’s at the one he calls an almost full moon. 

It’s already high in the sky tonight, lighting up the backyard nicely. It sits intimidatingly up in the sky, full of wonders and mysteries that Sapnap could never even comprehend.

Funnily enough, it reminds him of George.

Sapnap finishes his glass of water much too quickly for his liking, part of him wanting to get a refill, but he restrains himself. He puts the glass in the sink, knowing Dream would take care of the dishes anyway.

Now, listen.

Sapnap starts walking back to his room, he does! But somehow on the way back, there’s some sort of invisible force drawing him towards the room next to his, and it pulls him in until Sapnap is standing right in front of George’s door.

His hand twitches at his side, itching to reach up and knock on the door.

So that’s what he does.

A quick and quiet knock, so quiet that Sapnap himself had hardly heard it. He knocks again with more force this time, only pausing when he hears movement from the inside of the room.

This is crazy. What is he even doing here?

Sapnap erupts into panic, turning to make a run for his room when George’s door opens.

“Sapnap?” George’s sleepy, confused voice stops Sapnap in his tracks, suddenly feeling very bad about impulsively waking him up.

The shorter man turns back around. “Sorry, did I wake you?”

George shakes his head. “No, I was about to go to sleep, though. What’s up?”

It’s not like Sapnap can just come right out and say it.

Sapnap bites his lip. “Is it alright if I come in?”

Wordlessly, George stands aside so Sapnap can enter his room. Sapnap walks in after being invited, but he doesn’t sit down. He doesn’t think he’ll be here for long.

George closes the door behind them without being asked, looking at Sapnap expectantly.

Sapnap looks around George’s room, fondness spreading through his chest. Despite not having been in Florida for long, George’s room has already started to gain personality. He had brought a bunch of his random little knick knacks from home, arranged lovingly on his bedside table. 

He’s already started a clothes pile in the corner as well, and while usually Sapnap would be grossed out by it, now it just makes him smile. It’s a stupid little reminder that George is here to stay, that he lives here now.

But of course that isn’t something Sapnap is willing to admit to in the vulnerable night.

“Looks like you brought some of your apartment with you.” Sapnap jokes while staring at the clothes pile.

George follows his line of sight, scoffing when he sees the pile. “Like your room’s any cleaner.”

“That’s irrelevant,” Sapnap says, “I’ve lived here longer.”

“We could keep this argument going all night.” George smirks. “But you’re not here for that, are you?”

The entire mood of the room shifts, the once playful atmosphere becoming sultry and hard for Sapnap to think straight.

Sapnap’s eyes widen like he’s been caught. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You don’t?” George plays along, cocking a teasing  eyebrow. “So what then, did you actually come in here to argue?”

It’s hard to lie when George is looking at him like that, Sapnap discovers. He isn’t sure he’s ever seen this look on George’s face before, at least definitely not aimed at him. He’s looking at Sapnap like he’s ready to pounce at any moment, like he’s just waiting for Sapnap to say the words.

“I just…” Sapnap’s throat tightens around the words, and he can feel his entire face heating up. “George, come on…”

“Say it, Sapnap,” George whispers, stepping entirely too close into Sapnap’s space. He’s so close that Sapnap can smell the sandalwood body wash he uses, the scent permeating through the quiet air. 

Sapnap whimpers under George’s sweltering gaze, feeling way too observed. But he’d be lying if he were to say he doesn’t like it. 

“I can’t stop thinking about what you said earlier.” Sapnap says quietly.

“Oh?” George questions, and Sapnap can already tell he’s about to say some smart shit. “Well, you see, I said a lot of things earlier, Sapnap. That’s what happens when you have a conversation.”

Sapnap groans frustratedly. “Dude, if you’re gonna be a dick—”

“What’re you gonna do? Leave?” George challenges. “No, you’re too desperate for that, am I right?”

Sapnap is stunned, rendered completely speechless to this side of George. Of course, he’s seen snappy George before. But that was always in lighthearted tones through crunchy Discord calls. This was different.

Different and better than anything Sapnap’s imagination could’ve summoned. Especially with the look George is giving him right now, it’s something he wants plastered to the insides of his eyelids just so he can see it all the time.

Sapnap finally gives in.

“I was thinking about what you said,” Sapnap murmurs, “about, uh…what you said about kissing me.”

“Mhm.” George hums in acknowledgment, nodding slightly. “And? What does that have to do with you showing up in my room at two in the morning?”

“Man…” Sapnap says, the words no higher than a whisper. “Don’t make me spell it out…”

George crowds Sapnap even more, their noses almost touching as Sapnap can now feel every single inhale and exhale from George’s lungs.

“I need you to say you want it.” George says, his voice lower than Sapnap has ever heard it. He sounds hot, yet Sapnap wants to shut him up before he embarrasses him even further. “If you don’t, I’m not doing anything.”

Sapnap inhales sharply. He really doesn’t want George to send him away, but saying what he wants is just too humiliating. 

Dark eyes are watching him with anticipation, and Sapnap feels compelled to look away.

Maybe it’ll be easier to say if he doesn’t look at him.

Taking a deep breath that makes his shoulders rise a few inches, Sapnap looks to the left of George as he collects the courage to say what he wants.

“I want you to kiss me,” Sapnap says so lowly that he’s almost certain that George doesn’t hear him, “please?”

The second he finishes uttering the words, he looks back at George to see his reaction. To Sapnap’s relief, he looks pleased, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” George says, eyelids fluttering shut as he leans in.

It takes Sapnap a minute for his body to catch up with his brain, closing his own eyes as he waits for his kiss excitedly.

He thinks the waiting alone might kill him, until George finally connects their lips, and Sapnap decides that is going to be the death of him.

He’s kissing George.

George is taking his first kiss.

Sapnap feels like he’s on top of the world as George’s soft lips move against his, the brunet kissing him nice and slow. George grabs Sapnap’s hands, guiding them to rest on his waist and then slides his own arms back up to wind around Sapnap’s neck.

The slight height difference is much more obvious as they’re kissing, especially with the way Sapnap has to tilt his head back slightly. He tightens his hold on George’s waist at the same time George kisses him harder, making Sapnap let out a low groan against his lips.

He gets the hang of it fairly quickly, mostly copying what George is doing.

It may not be what Sapnap originally had in mind, but he thinks that’s okay because it’s so much better.

George is a good kisser. Well, not that Sapnap has anyone to compare him to, but kissing him is probably one of the best feelings he’s ever experienced, so that must count for something.

Sapnap can feel his heartbeat in his throat, pulsing so hard he’s worried it’ll burst.

Kissing is fucking fun. How didn’t he do this sooner?

Sapnap moves his hands on his own this time, up to cup George’s face in an attempt to pull him impossibly closer, causing the taller man to giggle and pull away.

Sapnap makes a noise of protest as George completely stops kissing him, pulling away with his arms still around Sapnap’s neck. He smiles lazily at him with strawberry lips, and it takes all of Sapnap’s self control to not kiss him again.

“George,” Sapnap whines, “why’d you stop?”

George chuckles, “It’s late, Sapnap. You should go get some sleep.”

With that, he ruffles Sapnap’s hair affectionately before walking him over to his door. He doesn’t even give him a chance to say anything before he’s leading him out the door, Sapnap too dazed to fight back.

Once the door is shut behind him, Sapnap lets himself lean against it, a shameful hand coming up to touch his lips delicately, the pair feeling like electricity running beneath his fingertips.

He wants more.

Sapnap knows, deep down, that this is a bad idea.

But really, he has no other choice.

After kissing George, Sapnap had gone back to his room, where his inability to sleep only became worse due to the overwhelming thoughts of him and George.

It’s like it’s all Sapnap can think of, like his mind can’t rest until he gets to feel that rush of excitement again.

Only problem, though, is that George has been dodging him.

Every time Sapnap enters a room, George swiftly leaves. And forget about being alone together, George makes sure that doesn’t happen.

At first, it made Sapnap sad, seeing that he thoroughly enjoyed their kiss and wanted more. Then it quickly grew into agitation, his lips practically begging to be kissed. 

That’s when he remembered he does, in fact, have a second housemate. 

He pokes his head into Dream’s room the next afternoon, frowning when the blond isn’t in there. He checks his office next, an unlikely spot but he still feels the need to make sure he covers all the bases. Upon finding that he’s not there either, he leaves to go to another part of the house.

He heads to the kitchen next, thinking that maybe he got hungry and went to find something to eat. But alas, all he finds is Patches, who’s drinking from her water fountain. Sapnap scoffs before walking out into the living room again, where he’d already passed and saw nobody.

Then, he hears a grunt coming from another room.

Curiously, Sapnap walks over to the door of their “home gym”, which really is just a room full of dumbbells, different weights, and a couple of resistance bands.

Neither him or Dream have used the gym in months, though, so it’s odd that Sapnap finds him here. Now that he’s standing right in front of the door, he can hear The Weeknd playing faintly on the other side. He cracks the door open quietly, not wanting to disturb Dream just yet.

Sapnap nearly starts drooling.

Dream’s shirtless and sweaty, a dumbbell in each hand as he lifts them with an unfair amount of attractiveness. His glistening biceps flex with each curl and uncurl, and hair is all puffy except for where it sticks to his forehead.

He lets out little groans each time he lifts, the sounds so delicious Sapnap can’t help but want to taste them.

Sapnap decides he’s waited long enough, pushing the door open loudly to announce himself.

Dream looks up once he hears the sound, startled. “Sapnap!”

Sapnap giggles, “Hi,”

Dream laughs a bit as well. “Hi,” he echoes. “Whatcha doing?”

“Admiring the view.” Sapnap says boldly.

He drinks in the way Dream flushes red at that, something that can easily be brushed off as him being hot from working out. But Sapnap knows him better than that.

“Shut up.” Dream says bashfully. He sets the weights down with a loud exhale, going to pick his towel off of the rack. “So, were you gonna work out too?”

He dabs the towel over his face before flinging it over his shoulder, and Sapnap thinks it should be illegal to look that hot while being sweaty.

“No,” Sapnap says, “actually, I’m here for you.”

Dream’s brows furrow as he looks confused. “Me? What for?”

Cutting right to the chase, Sapnap smirks at him.

“I wanna kiss.” Sapnap says, the bluntness of his words stunning Dream for a minute.

Dream laughs nervously like he heard Sapnap incorrectly. “What? Dude, are you high or something?”

Sapnap huffs. “No, I’m not fucking high. Look, don’t make it a thing, okay? I want to kiss, it’s not personal. If you don’t want to, that’s fine, I’ll just go find George.”

“George?” Dream perks up at the mention of the Brit. “What, you’ll kiss George?”

“I’ve already kissed George.” Sapnap says with a sly grin. He doesn’t know what’s making him so daring right now, openly admitting to Dream that he’s kissed George. Hell, he doesn’t know what made him so daring to even ask Dream.

But, it proves to not be in vain as Dream’s natural strive for competition is lit aflame. 

“You and George kissed?” Dream asks incredulously. “Without me!?”

Sapnap chuckles. “He took my first kiss, actually. But, you see…” Sapnap walks closer to Dream. “I don’t think I was very good, Dream. George has been avoiding me, like, was I that bad? So I was thinking, maybe you could be the judge? Or even better, help me practice?”

Dream goes wide-eyed at Sapnap’s words, combined with the way the shorter man has invaded his personal space, yet not complaining about it one bit. Sapnap looks up at him, eyes pleading for him to do it.

“Practice?” Dream repeats.

Sapnap nods. “Mhm. But if you don’t wanna, I can leave—”

“No!” Dream says quickly. “No, uh, it’s okay. I can help you practice.”

Sapnap grins wildly.

What a win.

“Go ahead and do it then. I don’t have all day, big boy.” Sapnap teases.

Dream rolls his eyes, dropping the towel on his shoulder to the floor before leaning down. Sapnap closes the gap between them, kissing Dream with all he’s got.

He tries his best to remember what George showed him, the way his lips moved against his, and to not have his hands just sitting idly at his sides.

He snakes his hands up to grasp at Dream’s biceps, feeling the warm and slick skin beneath his fingertips. In response, Dream slides his arms fully around Sapnap’s waist, pulling him flush against his body, his big hands spreading out to flatten against his back.

Sapnap has to crane his neck even more than he had to with George, because Dream is still a fucking giant even when he’s leaning down. 

He notices that Dream’s kisses are a lot harsher than George’s, his sharp canines grazing his lower lip with every movement of his mouth. Sapnap slides his hands up higher to feel Dream's strong and wide shoulders.

Sapnap’s very glad he caught him shirtless.

One of Dream’s hands comes up to press down in between Sapnap’s shoulder blades, applying a certain amount of pressure that causes him to moan openly into Dream’s mouth.

Dream only smirks, Sapnap can feel it in the way his lips move against his. Normally he would scold him for it, but he just can’t bring himself to pull away.

In the end, it seems like he doesn’t have to, because Dream is pulling away slowly before Sapnap can even think about it. Dream is smiling at him as he does it, while Sapnap just pouts.

“Again, again!” Sapnap demands.

“Again?” Dream exclaims. “You don’t want any, like—I don’t know, feedback, or anything?”

“Nope,” Sapnap says, “no time for feedback, just more practice.”

Dream chuckles. “Look, I’m all sweaty. I’m gonna go take a shower, okay?”

“But—”

Dream cuts him off with a promising peck on the lips before he leaves the room. 

Well, it’s more than what he got from George at least.

Sapnap thinks it’s possible he might be addicted to kissing.

It’s been an entire day since he kissed Dream, and saying he’s starting to get antsy would be an understatement.

Problem is, Dream isn’t home.

He’s been gone since the morning, something about agreeing on plans with his mother.

Why he couldn’t just cancel those plans to stay home and make out with Sapnap is a mystery to him.

Which is horrible for Sapnap, because he needs to feed his kissing addiction before he starts experiencing withdrawals, if that’s even a thing. Sapnap thinks it is.

Another thing, though, it isn’t just the kissing he craves.

He can’t explain it, but he wants to be held by them afterwards, craves their touch in more ways than he’s comfortable saying. Perhaps even some ways that make blood rush to certain parts of his body, but that isn’t the first thing that comes to mind.

Surely it’s just about kissing, right? He wants to be held and stuff afterwards because that leads to more kisses.

Right?

Either way, Sapnap can’t get any of that right now, seeing as Dream isn’t home.

Unless…

Sapnap sighs, knowing what he’s about to do is one-hundred percent desperate, but with the way his brain is operating right now, he can’t be bothered to care.

It’s almost automatic the way he heads to George’s room, knocking on the door firmly.

No answer.

He tries it again, only to be met with silence.

Sapnap winces as he tries the doorknob, to which it opens and reveals George’s room inside.

Except, George is nowhere to be seen.

Grunting, Sapnap closes the door, checking George’s office instead. Once again, he isn’t in there.

God, what’s with these guys basically playing hide and seek with him?

Sapnap goes downstairs, where he surprisingly finds George on the couch. 

What’s even more surprising, is the fact that George doesn’t immediately leave the room when Sapnap enters.

Progress.

“George?” Sapnap asks hesitantly.

“Hm?” George asks. His eyes aren’t on Sapnap, though, they’re trained on the soccer game that’s playing on the TV.

“Could I talk to you?”

For a second, it doesn’t seem like George heard him, until he nods his head. “Yeah, sure.”

Gratefully, Sapnap sits down next to him. He’s almost glad that George isn’t paying that much attention, that way he can ask his question without being analyzed in that freaky way that George likes to do.

Sapnap doesn’t fully understand why, but George makes him nervous. It’s not like with Dream, where he can be bold and courageous without fear. It’s different with George, but he likes it.

George makes him feel nervous in a way that keeps him on his toes, his unpredictability thrilling to Sapnap. He never knows what George will say, or do, and that thought excites him.

He feels like prey around George, like no matter what he does, no matter if he thinks he’s in control, George goes and shows him just how wrong he is.

And Sapnap loves every minute of it.

After swallowing down the fear in his throat, Sapnap finally asks.

“Why won’t you kiss me again?”

Those six little words get George to look at him, his head whipping around so fast Sapnap knows that had to hurt.

“What?” George asks, seemingly appalled by the question.

Sapnap groans and repeats himself. “I said, why won’t you kiss me again? And every time I come into a room, you leave! What’s up with that, man? Not to be egotistical, but our kiss was kinda good, or at least I thought it was…”

“No, no, no,” George rushes to assure him. “It was! It was, um. Good.”

Sapnap squints at George like if he does it hard enough he can read his mind. His face goes pink a little, but Sapnap doesn’t call him out on it in fear of him not elaborating.

“It’s just that…” George continues. “Well, you got your first kiss, didn’t you? I didn’t think you’d want more. I actually thought you’d just wanna forget about it.”

“What?” Sapnap echoes George’s earlier exclamation. “Why would I wanna forget it?”

George shrugs, not answering.

“I’ll tell you what, George.” Sapnap says, leaning in closer. “I think you got me hooked on kissing.”

George’s entire demeanor seems to shift right before Sapnap’s eyes, his previous embarrassment being wiped away by a smug grin. “Oh? Did I really?”

The best Sapnap can do is nod, not knowing how to speak when George uses that voice on him.

“So what now, then?” George asks lowly. “You wanna make out?”

“I prefer to call it practice.” Sapnap argues.

George laughs. “Yeah? And who are you practicing for?”

Sapnap’s mind is drawing a blank. He very faintly remembers the person he originally planned on having his first kiss with, but for some reason at the moment he can’t quite think of who it is…

“Karl!” Sapnap blurts out when he finally remembers. It doesn’t sound convincing, not even a little bit. Because really, Sapnap doesn’t want to kiss Karl anymore. He just wants to kiss George. And Dream. George and Dream, Dream and George, for the rest of his life.

That thought is too much to process right now though, so he allows it to be tucked away for later as George laughs once again, this time cruelly.

“Right, right. Karl…” George drawls. He turns his body towards Sapnap, the TV completely forgotten. “So, you’re just…using me for practice?”

Sapnap doesn’t like the way George phrases it, but there’s no way he’s admitting to wanting to kiss George just to kiss him. “Yeah. Just practice. If you aren’t gonna help me, I’ll just go wait for Dream to come home so he can help me again if you’re too much of a pussy.”

He thinks the words will rile George up, will make him ask about what he and Dream did, but all George does is lean in real close, right until his lips are mere centimeters away, making Sapnap’s breath catch in his chest.

“Go ahead, I’m not gonna stop you.” George whispers with a sneer. Their lips brush together slightly every time George says a new syllable, and Sapnap simply can’t take it anymore.

“Fuck you, bitch.” Sapnap breathes before surging forward, relief flooding through him when George actually kisses him back.

The kiss is much more intense than their last kiss, even way more intense than the one Sapnap shared with Dream. George shows no remorse, going in with tongue almost immediately, teeth biting on his lip mercilessly.

He didn’t even know it could possibly get better than regular kissing, then George went and added tongue. Motherfucker.

Sapnap can only whine while George shoves him so his back hits the couch, not once breaking the kiss as he climbs between Sapnap’s legs. Sapnap pulls his knees up, spreading them apart to make it easier for George to fit between them.

Sapnap wraps his arms around George’s neck to keep him in place, kissing him like this is the last time he’ll ever be able to as he strokes the hair at the back of George’s neck.

George has one hand by Sapnap’s head, using it to hold himself up while the other one comes up to cup Sapnap’s jaw, caressing him so gently in contrast to the way he’s kissing him.

Sapnap completely melts under George’s touch, willing to let him do literally anything he wants to him. George uses the hand on his jaw to guide the kiss better, completely taking control over Sapnap and showing him how it’s done.

All Sapnap can do is allow him to conduct the kiss, fully submitting to George. Being beneath him like this, both literally and figuratively, is really doing something for Sapnap, his dick slowly growing harder by the second.

One readjustment from George, however, has the older accidentally brushing against Sapnap’s erection, making him yelp at the friction.

George freezes, pulling away while Sapnap mindlessly babbles complaints. “Is that…?”

He goes to slide away from Sapnap, but Sapnap is quicker. He wraps his legs around George’s waist to lock him in, his hips bucking up against his will.

“Sapnap!” George gasps, catching himself on the couch. “Wait a second, we should talk first.”

Sapnap whines, “But I want you!”

George lets out an airy laugh, like he’s astonished by Sapnap’s behavior. “Okay, well we still have to talk before we do any of that. Can you let me sit up?”

Begrudgingly, Sapnap lets George detangle himself from his legs. George sits up, putting a bit of distance in between him and Sapnap. Sapnap sits up as well, although he’s a bit sour since George interrupted their kiss, even though it was for a good reason.

Of course, George just has to be reasonable when all Sapnap wants is to kiss him until he passes out. How incredibly rude of him.

“Alright,” George begins, “do you want to go further than making out?”

Sapnap finds it a little hard to focus on what George is saying when he looks so disheveled, his lips glossy and his hair slightly messy. However, he forces himself to concentrate and answer George truthfully.

“Yes, please,” Sapnap begs, “I want it so bad.”

“Are you sure?” George asks, his dark eyes more serious than Sapnap has ever seen them before.

“I’m so fucking sure.” Sapnap reassures him.

George visibly relaxes, his shoulders untensing as he breathes out. “Okay. In that case…”

George dives back in, picking up the kiss where they left off, Sapnap moaning as he pulls George back on top of him.

This time, George grinds down against Sapnap’s hard cock, the younger nearly crying out at the much-needed stimulation. He pulls at the front of George’s shirt, clutching it as if it’s single-handedly keeping his soul inside of his body.

George’s left hand runs all over Sapnap’s body, all down his chest, stomach, and waist. Everywhere he touches feels like it’s on fire, never having been touched like this by anyone else. It’s breathtaking, electrifying even.

“You two look like you’re having fun.”

Sapnap screams, breaking away from George to look in the direction of the voice. It’s Dream, standing across the living room with a shopping bag in his hand.

It appears that in the midst of their making out, neither of them heard Dream come in. Awkward.

Sapnap’s about to apologize when George kisses the side of Sapnap’s neck sloppily.

“Yeah, we are having fun actually. Got a problem with that?” George taunts.

Dream shrugs. “Only with the fact that you didn’t fucking wait for me.”

George snickers, “Not my fault this one’s impatient.”

At the mention of him, Sapnap shudders, the words going straight to his dick.

“What? You helping him practice?” Dream teases. “Is that what you told him, Sap?”

Sapnap groans. “Ugh, you guys are dicks.”

“Do you want us to leave, hm?” George threatens.

“No!” Sapnap yells, unashamed. Dream and George simultaneously giggle.

“Tell us what you want, then.” Dream says, sauntering over to them. He kneels on the floor next to the couch, looking at Sapnap expectantly.

Well, they’re both looking at Sapnap expectantly. It’s a bit overwhelming, actually. Especially when he doesn’t know what he wants, he only knows that he wants them.

And that’s when it dawns on him that he isn’t addicted to kissing. He’s addicted to Dream and George. The realization should scare him, but all it does is make everything make sense. Because of course he feels that way about them, how could he not?

But that’s another matter entirely. Now, he’s just worried about getting off.

“Anything,” Sapnap pleads, “literally do anything you want to me, just please…I wanna cum.”

“You heard the man,” George says lightheartedly, “let’s get to work.”

George gets off of Sapnap to pull his shorts down, Dream helping him with the boxers underneath. Sapnap’s cock is freed, the cool air from the air-conditioned room making him shiver a bit. 

Dream leans forward, spitting right on Sapnap’s cock. The action is so lewd and most would consider it gross, but Sapnap finds it so insanely hot. Then, Dream’s hand wraps around his cock, the spit acting as a lubricant and aiding the slide of his hand up and down his cock.

“Fuck…” Sapnap moans, his head falling back against the couch. 

George runs his hands over Sapnap’s thighs, squeezing the meat of them roughly. The sensation mixed with the feeling of Dream’s hand on his dick feels like heaven on earth, a feeling Sapnap didn’t even know was possible.

Sapnap jerks his hips up to meet each movement of Dream’s hand, already feeling himself getting close, embarrassingly enough.

“C-Can one of you—ah fuck, kiss me, please?” Sapnap asks nicely.

George instantly volunteers wordlessly, moving to hover over Sapnap, leaning down to catch his lips once again. 

Correction, this is heaven on earth.

George and Dream are just in sync, as they usually are. Whenever Dream slows his hand down, George slows down with his kisses. When Dream starts being a bit rougher, George nips at his lips harshly. 

They work so well together, striving to pull him apart until he’s a whimpering mess for them. And god damn does it work.

His brain is wiped of Karl, now wanting to cancel the whole trip entirely just so he can stay home with his boys.

Dream removes his hand entirely, Sapnap about to protest when suddenly his cock is being engulfed in a tight, wet heat. His hips thrust upwards into it helplessly, large hands coming up to hold him down.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Sapnap babbles on, the sounds of pleasure being muffled by George’s lips. It’s all so much, the satisfaction so overpowering that he feels like he can’t hold on for much longer.

He starts cumming before he can say anything, screaming out, “Oh my god,” while he experiences the best orgasm he’s ever had in his life, his eyes rolling back into his head while his vision goes white.

When Sapnap’s soul returns to his body, Dream and George are on either side of him, both of them each running a hand through his hair. Their other hands are clasped together across Sapnap’s chest, making Sapnap feel all warm inside. Sapnap blinks up at them with bleary eyes, a dumb smile on his face. 

“You still with us, dude?” Dream jokes.

Sapnap takes a minute before nodding. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m all good.”

“Good.” George says, smirking. “Does that mean you’re up for some more practice?”

God, he’s in for a long night.