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"Shit, right there." George didn't want to be hearing this. He didn't want to be lying here, awake, listening to his two best friends fuck in the room next to to his. But that's exactly what was happening.
"Yeah, I bet you like that, slut." Sapnap said, and George squeezed his eyes shut trying to fall asleep, but he couldn't. Especially since he was starting to get hard. Well, anyone having to listen to this would get hard, he tried to reason with himself, pretending it didn't have to do with Sapnap and Dream.
"Daddy, can I please come?" George bit down on his lip hard to avoid moaning. In fact he was pretty sure he tasted blood. Dreams voice sounded so fucked out and desperate.
"Not yet, baby. Hold on, okay?" George could hear Sapnaps thrusts increase, and subsequently Dreams sobs grew louder.
George couldn't take it anymore. He carefully slipped one hand down the front of his boxers, praying he was silent as he grabbed his mostly hard cock.
"Please, sir, I can't wait any longer!" Dream yelled out, and George quickly pumped his hand up and down, closing his eyes as he imagined being there with them.
"Do you want to wake up George with your whorish screams?" At the sound of his name coming from Sapnaps mouth George groaned, then quickly slapped his free hand over his mouth. What if they hear him?
"No, sir. I'm sorry, please..." George could only fantasize about what it felt like to be fucked by Sapnap while being called degrading names.
"Please what?" Sapnap was still pounding into Dream, and what George wouldn't do to be there.
"Please let me come." George ran his thumb over his slit, moaning into his hand at the sensation.
"Fine, but you better clean up every drop, dumb fucking bitch."
"Yes, sir." George buried his face into his pillow as he thrusted into his hand, a desperate attempt to muffle the strangled moans escaping his mouth.
"Oh, fuck! Daddy I'm coming, oh God..." Dream screamed out, crying and moaning so loudly George thought he would come right then, too.
"Good boy, now clean it up." George felt on the verge of tears, his movements starting to get sloppy. He heard Sapnap stop moving, and could only assume he was making Dream clean up his cum. He imagined the white mess of it on Dreams stomach. And Dream scooping it up on his fingers and licking then clean for Sapnap, who must've been just standing there watching him.
"Fuck." George mumbled into the pillow as he felt himself growing closer.
"Good job, Dream. You are such a good little boy for me, aren't you?" Sapnap started going again, and Dream cried out, his prostate probably being abused and overstimulated.
Guilt started to eat at George as he fucked his hand faster than he had all night. And with a final muffled moan he came, spilling all over his hand and the inside of his boxers. A few moments after that he heard Sapnap come, the sound of him calling out Dreams name making Georges spent dick twitch. Did I just do that? George couldn't believe it. What if they found out, what if they never spoke to him again?
They started whispering and George couldn't hear what they were saying, but then he heard the bed creak and the shower turn on. He used that time to get up, change his underwear and clean off his hand.
George sat back down on his bed, contemplating what just happened. He couldn't deny his feelings now, even if he wanted to. He layed back down and tried to fall asleep, but instead he just kept playing the last hour of his life in his head over and over again.
"George it's over, I'm literally going to kill you!" Dream yelled at him through his headset. George tried to fight back, but Dream did in fact kill him. Dissapointed, he let out a long sigh.
"Gg?" Dream asked, and George could tell he was smiling.
"Gg." He reluctantly replied, wishing he could focus on minecraft. Dream acted so different than he does in bed, George observed. He still couldn't believe what he heard, and with that he unlocked a new fear. What if this happens every night? Maybe moving in with them was a bad idea.
"Hey guys, whatcha doing?" Sapnap asked, joining the call.
"I'm just fucking destroying George, nothing new."
"That's because George is easy." George flushed red at the comment as Dream started wheezing. "Well, not like that. I mean easy to kill! You guys are so dumb, I swear."
"He might be both, though." Dream said once he controlled his laughter.
"I am not. I'm going to go get something to eat, does anyone want anything?" George asked, trying to change the subject.
"Yes, chic-fil-a. And don't forget the sauce or I'm not fucking eating it." Sapnap said, logging onto the minecraft server Dream and George were on.
"You want no sauce? Got it."
"Don't even joke about that, George." Sapnap hit George's minecraft characters for extra effect.
"Okay, jesus christ. Dream?"
"Uh, yeah sure. Just get me whatever you get." George could have just ordered door dash, but he desperately needed some fresh air and to get out of the house. So he threw on a hoodie and left as quickly as possible.
"God this sauce is so fucking good, I could eat this on anything." Everyone was finishing up their meals, and Sapnap was still going on about the sauce.
"We get it, it's good." Dream said, rolling his eyes as he took a drink of water.
"Okay, but like they should sponsor me or something. I advertise for them so much already."
"And yet nobody ever asked." Dream and Sapnap continue to argue, but George couldn't focus on their petty disagreement. Not being able to take it anymore George stood up.
"I'm going to go to bed, I didn't really get much sleep last night." George immediately regretted admitting to no sleep. They will know.
"Oh, okay. Goodnight!" Dream said, shrugging.
"Goodnight, gogy," Sapnap said, mocking the dumb nickname he had been given.
"Yep, thanks. Goodnight." With that he rushed upstairs and layed down at 6 p.m., possibly the earliest he's gone to bed in years.
George woke up to the sound of a headboard being smacked into the wall over and over again.
"Shit." George mumbled, still feeling groggy. Maybe he could just fall back asleep.
"Do it one more time, Dream. I fucking dare you." Sapnap snapped out, and George wondered what Dream was doing.
"What will you do?" Dream asked, a challenge in his voice.
"Cute. What, do you want to get punished? Is this your cute little way of getting what you want? Fine. Act up one more time and you won't get to cum for weeks. And I'll edge you every night, too. Try me, slut." George was ready get turned on by the idea, and by the strangled moan Dream just let out he must've been, too.
George hated that he was already reaching for his hardening dick, but what else was he supposed to do?
"God, you feel so good, Dream. I swear the only thing you're good for is fucking. I could fuck your ass all day, you know that?"
"Yes, sir." Dream choked out, and George bit down on his lip again, his teeth finding the same spot from yesterday.
George pretended the hand on his cock wasn't his, but was Dreams mouth. He bet Dream gave good head, he had to. George carefully sucked on his free hands fingers and imagined Sapnap was there, too. He slipped a finger into his hole and gasped at the intrusion. He sped up his hand, still imagining Dreams pretty face bobbing up and down as he pretended his fingers were Sapnaps cock. Before he knew it he had all three of his fingers inside, and he was stroking his prostate with every thrust.
Meanwhile he listened to the lewd noises coming from the next room, the slapping sound of skin on skin, Dreams cries of pleasure, and Sapnaps grunts as he fucked Dream.
George was biting his pillow at this point to stay quiet, the double stimulation becoming too much for him. He was a mess, lying on his bed as he desperately fucked himself imagining it was his 2 best friends who were in a happy relationship. With one final smothered moan he came, perhaps harder than he had his whole life. He really needed to stop spoiling his boxers, though. No, he reminded himself, this can't become a regular thing. Maybe he should just ask them to use the downstairs bedroom or something. Or he could ask for it.
He eventually was able to fall asleep, curled up alone in his bed as he wished it was between the two boys he couldn't get out of his head.