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George has been in a bad mood all morning.
Sapnap's not entirely sure what started his boyfriend’s sour disposition today - the cause of George’s moods seemed to vary. Sometimes it was from getting a poor night’s sleep or a brand deal not going as expected. Other times even Dream simply eating his leftovers was enough to set him off for a good couple of hours.
Their other boyfriend, Dream, tells him to just give George some space. “Let him be grumpy for a minute and he’ll eventually find a distraction and cheer up.” That was fine in theory, but today George is in a bad mood and he wants everyone else to know about it.
“Why aren’t you making me a smoothie?” George demands, hovering by Sapnap’s shoulder as he decisively puts a single serving of fruit in the blender.
Sapnap admits he is being a bit childish, usually he wouldn’t even think about doubling the portion and making one for George too, but George hasn’t stopped negging on him since he entered the kitchen and it’s beginning to grate on his nerves.
“You can use the blender when I’m done,” Sapnap says evenly, putting far more focus than needed into attaching the blender lid so that he doesn’t have to look George in the eye. He doesn’t have to look to know that George is vibrating with irritation beside him.
“Why won’t you make me one? There’s room in the blender!” George tries to point and Sapnap turns so that his back is to him, bodily pushing him out of the way as he turns the blender on. The noise drowns out any chance of conversation until Sapnap lifts his finger off the button.
“Why would I make you one when you’ve been a nuisance all day?” Sapnap pours his smoothie into a glass and reaches carefully down into the blender to start taking it apart to rinse it. “Come back when you’re not in a bad mood anymore.”
George doesn’t immediately reply and for a second Sapnap starts feeling a little bad - something is probably bothering George and Sapnap is being a bad boyfriend for making it worse. He starts to turn around, ready to apologize and offer to make George one after all, when he feels something shove his back and make him lose his grip on the blender. Before he can catch it he feels a searing pain across the fingers of his left hand.
“Fuck!” He yells, clutching his hand. The blender scatters somewhere on the floor as tears involuntarily spring to his eyes. There’s a long slash across a couple of his fingers, already starting to well up with blood. He must have cut it on the blade when he lost his grip. Sapnap rushes over to their paper towels and pulls off a handful which he presses haphazardly to his hand. The painful stinging is no match for the anger that bubbles up instead.
“What were you thinking?!” Sapnap yells at George, who hasn’t moved since the blender fell. He’s got a surprised look on his face but Sapnap can’t see any particularly strong remorse there.
“You could have really hurt me, do you even care?”
George doesn’t say anything, still eying him but now looking a bit more wary. It’s not like Sapnap really expected George to come running to tend to him, Dream was more the nurturer out of the three, but the guy could at least throw out an apology.
“Aren’t you going to say anything?” Sapnap demands, “You just made me cut my fucking hand open!” When that doesn’t garner a response either, Sapnap lets out an angry sigh.
“Whatever, enjoy the fucking smoothie,” he says, storming out of the room. He doesn’t want George to know it, but he needed to get out of there. The tears pricking his eyes are getting more insistent and he refuses to cry in front of George right now. George hurt him and it looked like he didn’t even care.
Sapnap bursts into Dream’s room without knocking. Dream looks startled, trying to take in his disposition as quickly as possible. Dream immediately closes the distance between them but instead of reaching out for Sapnap’s hand like he thought he would, he takes Sapnap’s head and pulls it into his chest, forcing the rest of his body to follow and be enveloped in Dream’s other arm.
Sapnap immediately gets a lungful of Dream’s cologne and it makes him pause - he didn’t realise he was breathing so erratically. He doesn’t close his eyes but tries to calm himself down a bit while enclosed in the hug. Dream strokes his head with one hand and murmurs something that sounds comforting under his breath.
After a minute Sapnap slowly extracts himself so he can look Dream in the eye. Dream looks calmly down at him.
“There you are. What happened?”
“George shoved me and made me cut my hand on the blender, and then he didn’t even say sorry. He looked like he didn’t even care.”
Dream leads him gently into his ensuite and makes him sit on the edge of the bath. Sapnap starts to unwrap the blood-soaked paper towels around his hand until Dream kneels beside him and gently takes over.
“That was a shitty thing for him to do,” Dream agrees, “But you know he loves you. Loves us both. He probably just got a fright like you did.”
“He still could’ve said sorry,” Sapnap mumbles, feeling his anger waning. He knows George didn’t mean to hurt him, physically or emotionally, but he felt better when he was angry. Now he just feels sad and his hand hurts.
Dream hums as he starts gently dabbing the cuts on Sapnap’s fingers. They don’t look as bad or as deep cleaned up, but they’re still bleeding a bit so Dream places a bandage on each one. When he’s done he turns Sapnap’s hand over and kisses the top of it.
“Wanna lie down? I was just about done with my emails anyway.” Sapnap nods and lets Dream lead him out of the bathroom and back into his bedroom. Dream has the biggest bed in the house so they often congregate here rather than Sapnap or George’s bed. It’s familiar and cozy and Sapnap immediately clambers onto the bedding, wincing when it makes his hand sting.
Dream quickly follows and draws Sapnap back into his arms, wrapping them up in a Florida Gators blanket.
“Are you still mad at George?” Dream asks.
“A little..” Sapnap knows he’s not mad anymore, not really. George will probably come in and make a sad face and maybe offer to buy him something off Uber Eats and by the end of the day they’ll all be fine again. George doesn’t apologize and Sapnap just has to accept that.
“It’s okay to be mad,” Dream begins, just as a sound comes from the doorway. Sapnap lifts his head to see George hovering at the entrance, looking at them.
“Is Sapnap’s hand okay? Does he need to go to the hospital?” George’s voice is quiet, tentative.
“It’s fine now, I wrapped it up. Not too deep. Come join us here.” Dream pats the bed, always the mediator between them. Sapnap puts his face back against Dream’s chest so that he can’t see George approach - he’s not mad anymore but he can still sulk for a bit longer.
He feels the bed dip as George lies down behind him. After a pause, George’s arm reaches over so that he’s wrapped around Sapnap’s back, like they do when they sleep sometimes. Sapnap decides he’ll allow it.
“I know today’s been a lot so why don’t we just order food and watch a movie together this afternoon? Sapnap can choose what-”
Sapnap suddenly feels George’s arm squeeze tightly around his middle, and-
“I’m sorry Sapnap.”
He says it loud enough that it interrupts Dream’s train of thought and he tapers off. Sapnap’s quiet too. He doesn’t think George has ever said sorry to him before.
It’s a bit hard with the way George is holding him, but Sapnap manages to wriggle until they’re facing each other.
“I was being a dick on purpose and I shouldn’t have shoved you. Are you okay?” Sapnap nods, a little transfixed by how genuinely remorseful he looks.
“Can I see it?” George asks, and Sapnap lifts his hand up so it’s in front of George’s face.
George reaches out to hold his hand gently, then brings it closer to his face so he can place a gentle kiss on the top like Dream did. Then he places it down on the bed between them and reaches out to cup Sapnap’s cheek with one hand.
Sapnap closes his eyes and lets George close the gap between them, pressing their lips together. It’s not quick and chaste but George doesn’t push for tongue either; it’s nicely in the middle and Sapnap lets out a little contented noise when George scratches his beard the way he likes it.
Sapnap opens his eyes when George leans back and immediately feels a larger hand cup his face to turn it to the ceiling. He lets Dream maneuver him and accepts a kiss from him too: Dream’s mouth is warm and loving and tastes like mint gum.
Then Sapnap rolls fully onto his back and watches with half-lidded eyes as Dream and George kiss above him. The world suddenly feels like it’s back on its correct axis again.
Dream and George sink back onto the bed on either side of Sapnap, leaning in towards him. Dream reaches one hand over Sapnap’s chest to rub up and down George’s arm, and the other nestles into Sapnap’s hair. George tucks his face into Sapnap’s neck and Sapnap finds his hand and locks them together on his thigh.
“The food can wait 'til later,” Dream says.