That wasn't at all what he wanted to hear from one of his best friends. How did he so quickly turn into this freezing cold character?
"OK what is your problem in this George? You avoid me like the pest! What did I do to you to deserve this?"
Anger was bubbling in his gut, cooking up with all the emotions he had swallowed down over the last days.
"My problem?!"
The boy chuckled, but it was a dangerously low one that caused dreams neck hairs to stand up. It was breathtaking in the worst possible way.
"My problem is that you whore yourself around and it's disgusting me. I mean. You fucking have Nick as your boyfriend! Why would you go around and kiss Karl? Why would you cheat on Sap, are you completely bonkers?! How-"
Was that what George thought the situation was like? How did he come to the absurd idea that sapnap was his boyfriend?
Like yes, the thought wasn't directly disgusting to him, but he was far from ever admitting, nor telling sap or George about it.
"George that's not-"
"Shut up and listen to me. I am not done talking yet Clay!"
His eyes were dark and fixated on him, staring imaginary holes throw his chest. All Dream could do was shut up and listen to the fragile boy.
"Why are you throwing sap away like that? He is.. He is such a great person and you don't even see his worth do you? How over your head are you man? You kiss sap on the couch just to make out of with Karl not even half an hour later? Did you really think I wouldn't notice? Wouldn't notice you two being closer than we ever were. Disappearing in your room all the time and leaving me alone, did you really think I would not get that?!"
Oh no he was crying. Big angry tears ran down Georges cheeks as he was yelling at dreams face. His voice went more and more high pitched, being interrupted by hiccups from time to time. This was heart breaking to watch.
"George.. George no that is not it! That is not it at all! I am not-"
"We aren't boyfriends George, we're best friends just like you and me are."
Sapnap was suddenly standing in the doorframe, apparently he had listened in to what he was talking. This whole situation just got a whole lot more awkward then.
"Stop lying I know you two-"
"He was helping me with my fucked up mind George."
This got the brown haired boy to quiet for a time, looking over at dream with a questioning look in his face. At the same time sapnap put a hand on his shoulder, as to ease the anxiety inside him a bit.
"I have not been feeling well the last weeks or so. Hell I never was truly good but it just got worse. I tried to bury myself in work to not have a moment to even consider thinking bad things, but it all got too much. It was stressing me to the point of panic attacks and Sapnap was there for me. The times we went to my room? I was bawling my eyes out over stupid stuff because I don't know how to react to simple mistakes.."
The whole time that dream was talking, George had been quietly sitting in his chair, eyes fixated on his hands in his lap.
"I don't have a good mental health and you mentioned that you don't know how to react to people crying so I hid it from you. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable and the thing about Karl and sapnap this morning-"
If dream was already explaining his shit, he might as well come straight with his maybe not so straight action this morning.
"Huh? What happened this morning? I just came up after I heard George yell that we were apparently dating?"
Wait he didnt hear it? Clays hands were sweating and he wanted to paddle back, desperately searching for a white lie to escape the question.
"I got angry about him leaving our cuddle pile to have a chat with Karl.. I was overreacting."
Dreams head snapped to George. Did he just..? Did George just keep his secret from sapnap? The fragile boy was still sniffling and sobbing pity fully, his own emotions overrunning him like a train.
"I get it now.. I am sorry I assumed weird stuff and avoided you Clay.. I was just hurt because I thought you two kept secrets from me.."
Sapnap was the first to go over to Gogy, simply scooping the boy up into his arm. Dream noted that he must have worked out because only two weeks ago he was struggling with even lifting the boy.
He watched sap walking over to the bed, nodding to dream to come join them on it. That was something that he clearly wouldn't miss out on, especially now.
"Don't let go.."
George sounded broken, voice ruff and heavy at the back of his throat. A silent promise as the taller boys cuddled him between them, arms wrapped around in a soft cuddle pile.
"We won't Gogy, that's a promise"
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Things went back to normal, well, more or less. It really depending on how you looked at the situation.
George may have let the explanation about the kisses drop, although that didn't stop him from developing a new teasing habit.
So beside him calling Dream stupid, sweet nicknames, he had also started giving him random pecks. And the worst part was that they weren't limited on the cheek.
It wasn't anything out of the ordinary now, if Gogy came into the room, just to give Dream or Sap a small peck on the lips.
"Gogyy.. I need to make food man.."
The smaller boy had his arms wrapped around Clays waist and his face slight burried in his back. They had been standing like this the whole time that Dream was watching the pasta cook, a good ten minutes given.
Not that he minded it, those stupid feelings just hadn't gone away after a good two weeks now. It had even gotten worse. Currently his gut was doing flip flops inside his mediocre trained stomach.
Suddenly cold, delicate fingers made their way under his lose shirt, pushing it up to reveal tanned skin. Dreams heart made a jump inside his chest, breath stopping while these cool finger tips explored the exposed skin.
What the hell was George doing?!
Sure he was a tease but he never went as far as to touch dream in this.. This almost intimate feeling way.
"You're radiating so much warmth.. Its nice.. My fingers are almost frozen."
Oh yeah he could easily feel that, as they were lazily spread all over his belly by now. It was just simple affection between friends, so why was his heart pounding so heavily? Why did every touch send little sparks up his spine?
"You good? Your heart is racing, sweetheart."
Sweetheart?? Oh Dream was falling, falling hard. Maybe he really had to accept that men were attractive in their own way.
It wasn't like in this movies were people said they simply liked both genders and moved on to put them on the same step. Nothing like that was close to what Dream felt when he was around Sap or George.
Girls were nice, he liked them. From small ones to tall ones, from chubby or bigger ladies to thin ones, for him every girl had something unique about them.
But in the long run, there were things that could be found under all the ones he had dated so far. They all hid silky smooth hands, a warm body and they always smelled sweet. Most had hair longer than their shoulders and a rosey tint to their cheeks.
Nothing of those things compared to George or Nick in any way. They both had cold and rough hands, scratched up slightly from the hour long coding and working on their laptops.
Nicks hands were bigger than theirs, although not as long as dreams. All three of them had different things they preferred smell wise too.
George smelled fresh all the time, either like his minty shampoo or like the laundry parfum he loved to use when doing the wash. Mint mixed with the delicate smell of lavender was something he could get addicted to.
Then there was Nick, the fiery guy who always smelled like faded smoke and old spice. No matter how often Clay joked about him being stinky, deep down it was a smell that calmed him.
It was a smell of being at home and at ease. Something that was steady like the sun rising after each night.
Both of them combined where driving him crazy, putting a flustered feeling into his stomach.