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It started off as a bit.
“I saw you with like, twelve different people last night that all wanted to have sex with you.”
George is live. More specifically, George is live in front of a real studio audience at TwitchCon, and they’re halfway through the Twitch Rivals event.
“Uh huh? Twelve different people wanted to have sex with me?”
Sapnap has been hovering at his shoulder for the past ten minutes. He’s been in a difficult mood ever since George and Dream had to wake him up this morning - he’d had a killer hangover from the night before - and refused to stream the event despite the officials telling him he had to. Sensing an imminent explosion, Dream had pulled some strings in the polite but forceful way he does, and now Sapnap is talking in George’s ear instead.
“Yeah, you had them all in your room.”
The story is a blatant lie, of course. The chances of Sapnap having twelve people in his room, or even a single person, was about the same chance of George stripping down naked right now and running a lap of the arena.
Contrary to popular belief, the Dream Team didn’t actually party a huge amount when they were in Orlando or even LA. It was hard to get all three of them available on the same night and they usually only went out to private events where they were less likely to be noticed by the general public anyway. But content creators had congregated in Las Vegas for TwitchCon and that meant their social calendar was full for three days straight.
Without fail, Sapnap had spent each of the previous nights glued to George’s side. While Dream would come and go, occasionally disappearing to hang out with some creator that George and Sapnap hadn’t been introduced to, Sapnap needed to be constantly within reaching distance.
Although he gives him a lot of shit about it, George doesn’t really mind either way. In fact, he actually quite likes how he can go anywhere in the venue and know that Sapnap will chase after him like a little puppy. If the party’s lame, he’s at least got one person to complain about it with. And it’s not like George is really trying to pick up someone - doing that at an event like TwitchCon is a recipe for disaster.
~
The moment Twitch Rivals ends, Sapnap ditches him and Dream to head back to his room and nap for the rest of the afternoon. George and Dream swirl through their remaining panel and before they know it, the convention is coming to a close.
George is itching to go out again that night, to leave the city with a bang, but Dream brings up their consecutive late nights and early flight tomorrow and some other excuses that George doesn’t bother listening to. He’s pretty doubtful Sapnap is going to rouse himself from his bed to come out with him but he’s surprisingly up and ready when they get back to the hotel and his renewed energy even manages to get Dream excited.
They go to the nearest creator party that they’re on the guest list for to take advantage of the free drinks. George doesn’t plan to stay there very long, he prefers to get smashed for free and hit the casinos because it’s fun to watch Sapnap lose his shit when he loses money. George also prefers the casino because people always try to approach him at the creator parties to network . At least try and hit on him for god’s sake! He doesn’t want to talk business when he’s at a club.
The music is surprisingly good at this club and Dream and George get dancing. It takes about twenty minutes for George to realise that Sapnap isn’t at his side like usual.
George scans the room looking for him. Despite the darkness and flashing strobe lights, it’s not too hard to find Sapnap’s shorter build and signature cap in the crowd. When George spots him he hasn’t strayed too far, but he’s standing beside a guy that George doesn’t recognise. As he’s watching, Sapnap says something and the guy laughs loudly and touches him on the arm. It makes George’s stomach feel weird.
“Dream.” George taps his friend on the shoulder. Dream is busy dancing and it takes a few tries to get his attention. “Who’s that guy Sap’s talking to?”
Dream looks over and shrugs, “Dunno, go ask?”
George groans but the music is too loud for it to really give its full effect. He doesn’t want to go and introduce himself, he wants to drink with Dream and Sapnap and then go gamble like they always do.
But Dream’s already circled away from him by now and he is kind of curious who Sapnap is talking to, so he shuffles over to interrupt their conversation.
“Hi stinknap,” he says, poking Sapnap in the upper arm. The guy he’s talking to gives him an irritated look that makes George feel satisfied.
Sapnap seems a little startled by the interruption but introduces the pair. It’s kind of loud so George doesn’t hear the man’s name, but it’s not hard to determine he’s some kind of streamer outside of their circle. George doesn’t really care, he was more interested to hear what they were talking about anyway.
Sapnap and the man go back to their conversation, discussing something about the future of streaming and debates about long vs short-form content. Bo-oring. George stands there restlessly and studies the people dancing around them. He can’t see Dream anymore.
When he focuses back into the conversation, he notices that the man has moved a lot closer to Sapnap and he’s touching his arm again. George wants to laugh out loud, this guy is trying to flirt! Obviously Sapnap is completely oblivious like usual, laughing along with this guy’s jokes and completely missing the flirty undertone.
George has the sudden urge to pull Sapnap aside to tell him. It’ll be funny when he reveals that he knows something Sapnap doesn’t, and he can tease him for being bad at flirting and then they’ll find Dream and leave and the night can finally get exciting.
“I need to talk to you.” George pokes his arm for the second time and Sapnap looks over, confused.
“Um, okay. Can you give us a minute? I’ll be back.” Sapnap directs the last part to the man and he then follows George until they’re out of earshot.
“What do you want?”
“That guy’s flirting with you,” George says smugly. Sapnap’s eyebrows jump up in surprise.
“No he’s not, we were talking about streaming.”
“Yeah, talking about streaming but he couldn’t keep his hands off you.” George puts on a funny squeaky voice and rakes his hands down his chest, “ Oh Sapnap, tell me about streaming while I feel you up .”
Sapnap recoils backwards.
“George!” His cheeks have gone a dark red and he looks over to where the guy is still hovering. He waves when Sapnap looks over.
“Are you sure he was flirting?”
“Yeah, I’m the rizz master, duh,” George drawls, “Now can we go find Dream and leave already?”
Sapnap isn’t even looking at him.
“Uh, I’m actually going to go back and talk to him some more, I’ll come find you in a bit?”
George is taken aback, why would Sapnap choose some random guy over hanging out with him? He takes in Sapnap’s posture for a moment and then it clicks. Sapnap wants to be flirted with.
George sputters and grabs Sapnap’s arm.
“We’re at TwitchCon, so whatever you’re thinking is a dumb idea .” He tries to tug Sapnap in his direction but Sapnap yanks his arm away, visibly annoyed.
“You’re a dumb idea, George. I don’t have to spend every second of the day with you.”
Before George can come up with a reply Sapnap is gone, making his way back to his previous conversation. Within a few seconds they’re laughing again and George turns away so he doesn’t have to look anymore.
He feels sour and annoyed. He can’t believe Sapnap would accuse him of wanting to spend every second together when Sapnap is usually the one glued to his hip at these kinds of parties. He doesn’t like it when Sapnap makes him feel like he’s got the upper hand, it’s weird and it’s gotten under his skin immediately.
His thoughts are interrupted by a red-and-white cat beanie popping into view again and George follows it through a crowd of people until he’s at Dream’s side.
“He’s flirting with Sapnap,” George says bluntly.
“Who?” Dream looks like he’s only half listening, he’s sloshing his drink everywhere as he sways to the music.
“The guy from before. I went over there and he kept telling bad jokes and touching Sapnap’s arm.”
Dream laughs.
“Okay, and? Good for him. You know he feels awkward about that sort of thing.”
George groans.
“Yeah but it’s Sapnap and it’s weird . Can’t you tell him we need to leave? I want to go to the casino already.” George hears his voice whine at the end and he shuts his mouth before he can embarrass himself even more.
“I’m not going to make him leave if he’s having a good time, George. Come on, let’s go dance, I’m sure he’ll link back up with us soon and then we can go.” Dream takes both of George’s hands and George lets him drag his mind away.
The pair get swept up in a particularly good run of songs and George ends up forgetting all about Sapnap for a while. He and Dream dance until they’re sweaty and sobering up a little, and they eventually peel out of the crowd together in search of the bar again.
There’s a row of booths along the wall on the way and George peers at them as they walk past, searching for an empty one they can come back to with their drinks. Most of them are filled with large groups of people George doesn’t know, but he spots an empty one at the end that he starts making a beeline for.
He’s forced to come to an abrupt stop when his chest hits Dream’s outstretched arm, and looks at Dream for a moment before following his gaze back over to the booth.
George couldn’t see it until he was alongside Dream, but he realises now that the space is actually already occupied by two people. He’s about to tell him that they can just find another table, it’s not a big deal, when the couple turns slightly and he sees the brim of a black cap.
George feels like he’s had a bucket of cold water thrown over him. Sapnap and the guy from earlier are at the booth together, and they’re kissing .
In the time George has been in the US, he’s never seen Sapnap kiss anyone. Dream will start kissing anyone the minute he gets a little drunk, and even George will kiss people as a joke if he’s had enough shots. But he’s never seen anyone kiss Sapnap, and frankly he was suspicious if Sapnap had ever kissed anyone at all - he was always vague when he talked about his first kiss story.
But this doesn’t look like a first kiss to George. They’re sharing a seat on one side of the booth and Sapnap is leaning forward almost comically to meet his mouth. The other guy has his tongue down Sapnap’s throat and has one hand high on his thigh.
“Damn, Sap’s getting some,” Dream whistles, chuckling to himself.
George can’t take his eyes off the pair at the table. He feels weird, kind of like he’s going to throw up even though his last drink was ages ago. Normally he’d be teasing the shit out of Sapnap for something like this, taking photos to use as blackmail over breakfast the next morning. But this feels different and George feels a bit like he’s being excluded out of some kind of joke.
“I want to go, I don’t feel good,” he says, turning to Dream.
“Oh, do you want to go back to the hotel? We can call an Uber on my phone if you want.” Dream starts rummaging through his pockets.
“Can you get Sapnap?” George doesn’t want to be the one interrupting whatever this is.
Dream looks confused.
“Why would I get Sapnap?”
George blinks back at him.
“So that we can… go?”
Dream looks even more confused this time.
“Why would Sapnap come back with us? He’s having fun.”
George feels frustrated and the noise and lights are starting to feel overstimulating. The longer he’s standing here the sicker he feels. And Sapnap and the guy are still kissing.
“Dream, you can’t be serious. Literally anyone could come past and see! We have to stop whatever this is.” George gestures wildly over in their direction. Dream just laughs.
“It’s a private party, we’re not going to run into any fans here. And Sapnap’s a big boy, if he wants to kiss people out in public he can. If I didn’t know better I’d think you were jealous.”
George’s cheeks burn furiously red.
“What the hell, Dream? Why would you even say that! You’re so annoying I can’t believe you.” George knows he’s rambling but why would Dream say something like that? That’s not what this is at all. George and Dream kiss people all the time at parties but it’s always quick and mostly out of sight. Sapnap’s practically sitting on this guy’s lap in full view of anyone at the bar! George says the last part out loud.
“What’s gotten into you, George? You’re acting weird. Look, the Uber’s here anyway, let’s just go somewhere else.”
“I’m not leaving without Sapnap.” Dream gives him a look which George can tell means he’s getting annoyed. It’s the same look he gets when George and Sapnap are arguing and need him to run interference.
“George, let’s go.” His voice is firmer this time.
George opens his mouth to reply but before he can say anything, Sapnap appears in front of them.
“What’s going on?”
George studies him carefully. His hat is sitting a bit askew and his lips look wet and shiny. He’s normally got dry and chapped lips, George makes fun of him for it sometimes.
“Okay finally, the Uber’s here and we’re leavinggg,” He says, taking hold of one of Sapnap’s hoodie sleeves. He tries to turn around but Sapnap’s arm is stiff and keeps him in place.
“Why are we leaving? I’m having fun.” Sapnap looks at Dream for an explanation and Dream just shrugs.
“Yeah, having fun with someone’s tongue down your throat,” George says a bit nastily. Sapnap’s eyes narrow and he folds his arms across his chest.
“Do you still have a stick up your ass about that? God! Can you not make fun of me for one night? I don’t give you shit when you makeout with people at parties.”
Dream holds his hands up placatingly.
“Guys, guys, this is getting out of hand. No one is making fun of you, Sap, you can stay here longer if you want.”
“No he can’t, Dream, tell him he has to come back with us.” George almost stomps his foot and he feels the start of frustrated tears coming on. This whole situation is dumb and Sapnap is going to ruin his stupid career all because he wouldn’t listen.
“I think it’s time I take George back to the hotel,” Dream says carefully, and George realises that they think he’s had too much to drink. George doesn’t feel drunk at all.
“I’m not-” George tries but Dream puts a warm hand on the middle of his back to interrupt him.
“We’ll catch you later, Sapnap. Stay safe brother.” Sapnap waves at Dream and gives George a dirty look before turning on his heel and walking away from them.
George watches him go back to the booth where the guy is still waiting. Sapnap sits down and they laugh about something and then he puts his hand back on Sapnap’s leg. What does Sapnap even see in that guy anyway?
“He’s not even hot,” George protests as Dream leads them in the opposite direction towards the door.
“How did you get so wasted, man? I didn’t even see you drink that much.”
George doesn’t bother replying to Dream this time and lets himself be led out of the venue. The fresh air outside does at least make him feel a bit better.
Dream tries to keep the night going just the two of them and they go to a couple more places but George is in a sour mood the whole time. Someone spills their drink on his shirt and he loses $100 at Blackjack before Dream calls an end to their night. It’s not even midnight.
The ride up to their room is silent. They managed to get a suite at their hotel with three interconnected bedrooms and Sapnap’s door is open when they get back. Dream sees him looking at it.
“We should get an early night, we don’t want to miss our flight tomorrow.” George doesn’t comment on the hypocrisy of them having an early night when Sapnap is still out somewhere without them.
George waits until Dream goes into his room before he goes into his own, shutting the door and falling onto the bed. He shuts his eyes and takes stock of how he’s feeling for a second. It feels a little bit like he’s on a boat but he doesn’t actively feel like throwing up which is a plus.
He kicks his shoes off and curls up on his side.
He’s mad that Sapnap ruined their last night in Vegas.
He’s mad at that guy for kissing Sapnap in the first place.
George groans and pulls his pillow over his face. He doesn’t want to kiss Sapnap, why is his brain being so weird?
George lets the thought bounce around his head for a while.
Okay, maybe he does want to kiss Sapnap a little.
But only because they were at that party that one time and George kissed Karl and Sapnap got weird about it! George offered to kiss him to make it even and Sapnap said no.
George rolls onto his back. Yeah, that’s probably why he felt so weird at the club.
He was a bit of an ass tonight, he admits to himself. Sapnap is probably going to be pissed at breakfast tomorrow. And then he’s going to be grumpy and anxious on the plane and Dream will get annoyed at them for putting him in the middle and it’s going to be a whole thing.
He grabs his phone out of his pocket. He can stay up for a bit and talk to Sapnap when he gets back tonight, and then they can make up and no one will be mad in the morning.
George
text when u get back, wanna talk to u
Satisfied with his plan, George opens TikTok.
~
George wakes up to light shining on his face from the gap in the curtains. He’s in his clothes from last night, still lying on top of his bedsheets. For a few seconds he’s disorientated before the night before comes back to him.
Shit, he slept through Sapnap getting home.
He looks at his phone. There’s no reply from Sapnap, but when he opens their messages he can see he’s seen it. Oh well, it’s still early. He and Sapnap can talk before Dream wakes up and it’ll all be fine.
George doesn’t bother changing clothes when he rolls out of bed, he can have a shower after he’s talked to Sapnap before they leave for the airport.
Sapnap’s door is closed but he doesn’t bother knocking. He never bothers knocking at home and Sapnap locks the door whenever he actually wants privacy.
The first thing George notices when his eyes adjust to the darkness is that Sapnap’s not wearing a shirt. He’s in bed with the sheets wrapped around his legs where he’s kicked them in the night, and George can see his whole chest and stomach. Sapnap doesn’t even take his shirt off when they swim in their own pool .
George suddenly feels weirdly like he’s intruding, which he’s never felt with Sapnap before. Surely he didn’t bring the guy back here, did he? He scans the rest of the room quickly but it’s empty.
“mm.. George..?” Sapnap makes a noise from the bed and props himself up on one elbow, “Is that you..?”
“Yeah, um. Can we talk about last night?” George cringes about how awkward he sounds, but Sapnap doesn’t seem to notice, making an affirmative grunt and rolling over so George has room to sit on the bed.
George shuffles over to perch on the edge of Sapnap’s bed. God he hates apologising. He opens his mouth to say something but Sapnap beats him to it.
“You were right,” He yawns, looking a bit more alert now but still warm with sleep. George’s voice dies in his throat.
“What do you mean?”
Sapnap takes a few seconds to rub his nose with the side of his hand.
“I let him come back here,” he starts, and George feels a flare of anxiety in his stomach. Sapnap had some random stranger in their apartment while they were sleeping? That’s one of their only rules for random hookups, it’s not safe to bring anyone back when they could share that information with someone.
“He said he was sharing a hotel room with someone so we couldn’t go back to his room,” Sapnap says by way of an excuse, “And I wanted to bring him back here because I knew you and Dream were home already - I saw your message.”
“Why?” George asks quietly.
“I liked seeing you get jealous, when we were at the bar and everything.” Sapnap turns to face the ceiling. “Sometimes when we go out you don’t even look at me and I have to just follow you around all the time. I liked that you were getting mad.”
George lies down on the sheets beside Sapnap and waits until Sapnap rolls over so they’re facing each other.
“What happened next?”
“We got back here but you guys were already asleep, so we just came in here.” George mentally feels squeamish at the fact the other guy was lying right where he is now.
“Did you have sex with him?” Sapnap’s eyes bug out.
“God no! George!” Sapnap takes a few seconds to recover his thoughts. “We made out for a while, but then he asked if I’d give him a blow job and I felt weird because I really only wanted to bring him here so you’d see so I said I had a stomach ache and he left.”
George’s lips twitch at the corners.
“You only brought him home so I could see?” Sapnap nods silently. “You’re such a little freak.”
“Oh my god,” Sapnap laughs and shoves George’s shoulder. George rolls back so they’re closer than before.
“For what it’s worth, you were right about me being jealous, I wanted to beat that guy up.”
“Yeah, you couldn’t stop staring at me at the club, I could tell,” Sapnap gives a cocky grin and George rolls his eyes.
“Only because your kissing technique was so bad, I thought you were going to drown in your own spit.”
“You’re so full of shit George,” Sapnap laughs. They both go quiet, staring at each other with matching smiles on their faces.
George leans forward and he sees Sapnap’s eyes shut when their noses are nearly touching. He closes the gap between their mouths and he gives him a chaste kiss, which turns into a longer deeper one. He feels Sapnap’s hand on his waist pulling him the last little distance between their bodies. George runs his thumb along the edge of Sapnap’s jaw where he can feel his scratchy beard.
They break apart after the fourth kiss and Sapnap’s cheeks are pink. George thinks his own probably are too.
“Yeah, you’re going to need a lot of lessons from me with that technique,” George grins, leaning in for more.