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awkwardtickleetoo · 19 days ago

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Just Desserts

helloooo everyone :D guess who’s back again 🥰

firstly i wanna apologize for this fic being literally 2 full months late lmao, november and december hit me like a train so i’ve been trying my best to kinda get back on track and get some stuff written for you guys 😔😔 but i have a lot planned!! so hopefully ill be able to be a bit more consistent with that moving forward <3

so this is part THREE to my most recent birthday fic trilogy for george’s birthday!!!! you can read part 1 (for sap’s birthday) here and part 2 (for dream’s birthday) here if you haven’t already, and if you have, enjoy the finale!!

lee!dream, lee!sapnap, ler!george, 7k words (whoopsies)

hope everyone likes it!! <33

Dream cleared his throat, rubbing his tired eyes as he scrolled aimlessly on his phone. He rolled his head to the side, shifting to lay further back on the living room couch, the blanket over his legs barely covering his socked feet as he stretched out more. He glanced up from his phone to look at his two friends, seeing Sapnap in the opposite corner of the couch, laying down with his arm behind his head and his hat resting over his face. He was nearly asleep, letting out a content sigh in the cozy atmosphere of the room, the dim glow of the kitchen light and forgotten TV keeping the room soft and warm. Dream smiled, opening his camera to sneak a picture to show him later, and his attention was turned to George when he broke the silence in the room for the first time in nearly an hour.

“I’m thinking, like, 4 o'clock tomorrow. Does that work with you guys?�� George said from his place on the couch, between the other two, laying upside down with his legs thrown over the back of the sofa and his head laying on the seat, hair splayed out in every direction. He looked up from his phone screen at the other two, watching them turn their attention to him and give him matching looks of confusion, clearly waiting for him to explain. When he didn’t, after a moment of silence, Dream replied.

“…What are you talking about?” He asked, a smile tugging at his lips, always endeared by having to solve George’s methods of communication like a puzzle.

“For when I get to tickle both of you,” He answered, as if it should’ve been as obvious as the color of the sky, continuing casually even as both the other boys looked at him with wide eyes. “I’m thinking 4-ish, so we can still go out to dinner after like we planned to. Does that sound good?” He was met with silence once again, this time joined by slack jaws and pink tinted cheeks, and he glanced between the two with a smug smile, waiting for one of them to break and ask for further clarification.

That time, it was Sapnap.

“…Huh?” He said, looking dumbfounded at the request, which only made George’s smile widen.

“Do you guys not remember what we’ve done for both of your birthdays this year? Sapnap, it was literally your idea. Did you really think I wasn’t gonna get my turn?” He asked, staring at Sapnap, practically burning holes in his chest with his eyes.

“Uh– I-I, uh… Well, to be fair, I forgot, but I kinda thought you just, like, forgot too,” Sapnap explained, fidgeting with the edge of the hat in his hands.

“Well, that was silly of you, wasn’t it?” George asked, earning a scoff and a chuckle from Sapnap at the wording, and a soft smile from Dream as well. He swung his legs around, flipping backwards off the couch and standing up, slipping his phone in his pocket and taking a second to adjust his clothes that had been pushed around from his position. “I can promise you two that I definitely didn’t forget, and I have definitely been planning exactly what I want to do to each of you for the last few days,” He continued, making Sapnap groan quietly and shove his hat back over his face, hiding his light pink blush.

He turned his attention to Dream, watching him shift slightly where he sat, pulling his knees in and flattening the blanket to make sure he was fully covered as he curled up slightly.

“Okay. I dunno about you guys, but I’m tired, so I’m gonna go to bed,” George continued, feeling two sets of eyes staring at him, still in awe. He reached over to Dream, ruffling the short hair that he had finally gotten used to seeing on him, making him giggle and smack his hand away. “You guys have fun thinking about that tonight.” George took a few steps over to Sapnap, leaning down to speak closer to his ear, hands clasped behind his back as he did so. “And just know, I intend to destroy you,” He finished, making Sapnap groan again, throwing both arms over his face to muffle his complaints and hide himself further.

With that, George giggled and stood back up, making his way up to his bedroom with a chipper ‘goodnight!’ yelled behind him.

Dream and Sapnap looked at each other, the same shocked expression present on both their faces, before they broke out into giddy laughter at how utterly ridiculous the situation was.

“What did you get us into?” Dream asked through his giggles, and Sapnap could only laugh louder at the accusation, unable to deny that it was, truly, entirely his fault.

The situation became a lot less funny at exactly 4:15 the next day, however, when a message from George came through to their discord group chat, no further explanation needed to make his words clear.

come to my room in 5 mins please and thank you :)

Both Dream and Sapnap felt their hearts drop at the message, and Dream barely had time to scoff and shake his head fondly before he heard the door to his office swing open behind him. He turned his chair around, seeing Sapnap standing there with a nervous look on his face.

”Dude,” Sapnap started, and Dream chuckled, smiling at him fondly.

“I don’t know why you thought he was kidding,” Dream said as he stood up, stretching his shoulders out from sitting for so long.

”I didn’t,” Sapnap growled, clearly much more stressed about the whole thing than Dream was. Dream turned towards the door and pulled it the rest of the way open, flicking the light switch off as he pushed past Sapnap to exit the room.“But I didn’t really think about what’s happening until right now.”

”I can’t really help you with that one, baby boy,” Dream said with a smug smile, reaching out to take one of Sapnap’s hands in his own when he noticed he was hesitant to follow. He tugged on his hand gently, urging him to walk with him, and Sapnap reluctantly did so.

“How are you not freaked out about this? How are you so calm right now?” Sapnap asked as they reached the stairs, heart clamoring in his chest with every step.

“Oh, trust me, I am absolutely freaking out,” Dream said with a nervous laugh, letting his confidence waver for just a moment to let Sapnap know it was okay to be nervous. “I guess I’ve just accepted it. Plus I think it’s funnier to see how freaked out you are.”

“Fuck off,” Sapnap spat just as they made it to the top of the stairs. “Dream, I’m scared,” He confessed, lowering his voice as they got closer to George’s door, not wanting George to hear him.

”Relax,” Dream soothed, turning to face him and squeezing his hand reassuringly. Sapnap couldn’t help but pout, his shoulders relaxing, that tone of voice always helping to calm him down, at least a little bit. “He’s not gonna do anything he knows you don’t like. Or anything you can’t handle.”

”He’s gonna kill me,” Sapnap practically whined, lips still twisted into a pout even as Dream smiled sweetly at him.

“I know,” Dream replied, and then a door opened behind them, revealing George awaiting their arrival, and stopping any further protests Sapnap had planned to make.

“Right on time,” George purred, voice smooth and cool, and Sapnap’s breath caught in his throat at the tone. “C’mon in,” He continued, moving out of the way and beckoning them inside. Dream went to take a step forward, pulling Sapnap along by the hand, but the younger boy didn’t budge, which turned all the attention onto him.

“Let’s go,” Dream said softly, keeping his voice quiet in an attempt to help soothe him, but Sapnap only looked at him with the same pout.

”I can’t, he’s gonna be mean to me.”

“Most definitely,” George confirmed, earning a glare from Sapnap.

”Sapnap,” Dream coaxed, turning to face him again. “Don’t make me make you.”

”I’m not! Just, like, give me a seco—“ Sapnap started, but he was cut off when Dream yanked him forward by his arm, then leaned down to pick Sapnap up off the ground, throwing him over his shoulder with ease. “DREAM!” He yelled, squirming in Dream’s arms, groaning and whining as he felt nervous giggled building up in his chest. He fought between hiding his face and trying to escape from his captor, but he quickly realized the second option would be pretty futile, and decided to curl into Dream’s shoulder and cover his bright red face.

Seconds later, he was unceremoniously tossed onto the bed, bouncing a few times before settling down against the mattress.

”That was so unnecessary. I would’ve gone on my own!” He whined with a frown, curling his knees up and crossing his arms over his chest as he was joined by the other two on the bed. He shuffled back, pushing himself as close to the corner of the bed as possible and taking up as little space as he could, already more flustered than he had expected to be so early on.

“I did what had to be done,” Dream teased, laying down next to Sapnap and getting himself comfortable, adjusting the pillows and blankets under him to find a good spot.

”Whatever.”

“Someone’s grumpy,” George commented as he shuffled between his two friends, sitting back on his heels and getting comfortable, earning another sharp glare from Sapnap.

“Shut up!” He bit back, adjusting his hoodie anxiously. “It’s not my fault I’m nervous! Just because Dream loves letting you destroy him without fighting back doesn’t mean I do!”

“Bro is projecting, can you believe that?” Dream teased, making George giggle and Sapnap groan and roll his eyes.

“Oh my godddd, you’re so dumb!” He grumbled, using his hat to hide his face, all three of them laughing at the interaction.

“Okay, you’re boring me, I’m starting now,” George interrupted, and suddenly his hands were latching onto Dream’s sides, squeezing like his life depended on it.

“AH! GEO-ohohohorge!” Dream squealed, his entire body jolting and tensing up at the feeling, and his hands instinctively grabbed onto George’s wrists, wrapping fully around them and squeezing.

“Ah, ah, ah, nope. None of that. Let go,” George reprimanded, like he was a child touching something he wasn’t supposed to have. “You know the rules, Dreamie, you’re not allowed to stop me,” He reminded, and Dream threw his head back with a defeated sigh as he pulled his hands away.

“Ugh, fihine,” Dream caved quickly, running his hands through his hair before resting them flat on the bed by his sides. “You’re a monster.”

“Yeah, a tickle monster, maybe,” George replied, making himself laugh and earning a scoff from Dream. He turned his attention to Sapnap, realizing he was still closing himself off in an attempt to hide away, and he decided that just wouldn’t do. “Come closer.”

“Fuck no.”

“I wasn’t asking.”

“You can do your job just fine from where you are,” Sapnap grumbled, still pouting, and George’s evil smile grew wider at the words.

“Okay,” He spoke slowly. “Sure, if you want me to only get where I can reach you, I might as well start here–“ George explained, and before Sapnap could even process the words, he was already busy screaming and protesting when George grabbed his ankle and held his socked foot out in front of him– the only spot he could reach without Sapnap moving, of course.

“NO! NO, NO, DON’T, I TAKE IT BACK, I TAKE IT BACK!” He yelled, panicking at the sheer thought of what George might do to him, yanking his leg back and lunging forward to stop him from doing anything else. “Don’t. Do not.” Sapnap’s breathing was heavy already, and George couldn’t help but laugh at his over the top reaction. He shook his head fondly, giving him a moment to calm down, before he continued.

“C’mere,” George tried again, smiling softly at Sapnap and motioning for him to move closer. Sapnap pouted again, eyes pleading, but he eventually listened, sliding himself forward and laying down next to Dream, tugging the sleeves of his hoodie down from where they were pushed up to his elbows. “There we go. Isn’t that so much better?”

“No, this sucks,” He grumbled again, gaze anxiously jumping between George’s face and his hands, not wanting to be caught off guard when he inevitably started his torture.

“Well, I am so deeply sorry. Let’s see if we can cheer you up,” George replied, and then he reached over and latched his hands into Sapnap’s thighs just above his knees, squeezing repeatedly at the tender muscle.

“N– AH!” Sapnap squealed, kicking his legs to try to throw the cruel hands off, but they stayed put. “Nohohoho, Geohohorge!”

“You love this spot, don’t you?” George teased, dropping his voice low, like he was speaking to one of the cats, which only made Sapnap more flustered and annoyed.

“Nahahaha!” He argued, letting out sweet, boyish laughter as George moved his hands to squeeze up and down his thighs. “Plehehehease, Geohohorge, stahahahap–!”

“You’re so dramatic, it’s not even that bad, see?” George shot his hands over to Dream, repeating the motion on him and squeezing up and down his thighs relentlessly. Dream yelped, jolting at the unexpected sensation, instinctively reaching down to grab at George’s hands before remembering the one rule he was given. Instead, he curled his fingers into fists and threw his head back in giddy laughter, only flinching occasionally when George’s thumb or forefinger happened to press into a particularly sensitive spot– for lack of better phrasing, he made Sapnap look like a total idiot for overreacting.

“That’s not fair, you know how that is, George!” Sapnap tried to reason, feeling his face flush red at how much better Dream could handle that particular technique than he could. He knew it didn’t matter, there were plenty of things he could take that Dream couldn’t, and there were plenty of things he and Dream could take that George couldn’t, but it still frustrated him to no end that George had the nerve to point it out.

“You’re right, Sapnap, I’m just messing with you. It was all for show. Now, if I were to do this, for example…” George shot his hands up to Dream’s hips, latching his hands onto the sensitive area the same way he did with Sapnap’s thighs, squeezing mercilessly and giggling along as Dream broke out into loud laughter. “…then we might have a closer comparison.”

“WAHAHAIT– nohohoho!” Dream protested, grabbing at the blankets under him, his back arching as his squirming increased dramatically. “Geohorge, PLEHEHEASE– plehehehease!”

“Aw, poor baby,” George patronized, earning a pathetic whine from Dream in response, his eyes squeezing shut as he shook his head against the pillows. “This spot is so sensitive for you, isn’t it, Dream? Especially now, with this?” George commented, gently trailing his nails over the scars on Dream’s hips. He smiled when Dream let out a squeak from the back of his throat, watching him bite his lip and suck in his tummy at the new feeling. “I said, isn't it, Dream?”

“Yehehehes, yeheah! Mhm!” Dream agreed quickly, nodding along with the words in hopes that George might take some pity on him. Thankfully, he did, and Dream practically collapsed against the bed when George’s hands left him, his chest heaving from the quick, heavy panting breaths he took to recover. He let out an involuntary sound, a strange half-groan half-whine that made them both giggle, and he covered his face in embarrassment at the noise. “Shut up.”

“Absolutely not,” George replied with a smile, resting his hands on Dream’s sides and holding there for a few seconds, before gently tugging Dream’s t-shirt up to reveal his tummy, making him squirm under the cool air.

“Ugh– Geohohorgeee…” Dream whined, instinctively reaching down to cover his exposed stomach, but George only pushed his hands away and began gently trailing his nails up and down the sensitive area. Dream gasped, whining as he broke into helpless laughter. “Nahahaha, whyhyhyhy!”

“What do you mean why, idiot, it’s my birthday!” George replied, and Dream could only roll his eyes and groan at the response. He scratched his nails a little harder, his movements more firm and deliberate, smirking when Dream’s entire body fought against the urge to squirm away. His knees curled up, ankles crossed, toes tapping against the bed in an attempt to expel any excess energy. “I like how hard you’re trying.”

“Shuhuhut uhuhup!” Dream argued, covering his face with his hands as his bright red blush darkened, always shy about his tummy tickles. George’s fingers migrated downwards, scratching at the spots on either side of his belly button, and just as George had hoped, his laughter turned to high pitched, breathy giggles, his entire body squirming against his own will. “Oh gohohohohod– noho, nonono, nohohoho!“ He cried out, shaking his head wildly through his broken laughter, one hand over his face to keep himself hidden while the other grabbed at the pillow behind his head. George’s face softened, and he watched Dream’s reactions with a fond pout on his lips, completely enamored by the sight in front of him.

“This is really cute,” He commented, feeling Dream’s tummy flutter beneath his fingers, which only made him want to continue for even longer.

“I’m dyhyihihihing!” He replied, but he only melted further into the tickles, pressing the back of his knuckles to his lips to muffle some of his humiliatingly squeaky giggles.

George seemingly disagreed with this action, obviously wanting to hear any and every sound he was pulling from the poor boy, moving his fingers down to tickle the spot just below Dream’s belly button, above the waistband of his boxers that were peeking out from the top of his shorts– a spot he knew was so simple yet made Dream feel absolutely fucking insane.

“FUCK–“ Dream yelped breathlessly, a sad whimper following it as his entire body jerked away from the unbearable touch. He sucked in his tummy again, back arched so hard it looked almost painful, slamming his hands against the bed and gripping the sheets tight underneath him. “Oh myhyhy gohohohohod–!” He whined, voice high pitched and strained, jaw slack as he tried to keep even a shred of his composure. “Fuhuhuck– fuck, fuck, nohoho, oh my GOHOHOD– plehehease– pleasepleaseplease, AH– oh myhy gohohohod–“ Dream babbled to himself, feeling like his brain had short circuited, that his body was nothing more than jelly, that he could float away into space at any moment and he wouldn’t even be able to tell because all he could focus on was the indescribable tickling sensation inside his tummy.

After a few long, agonizing moments of that same maddening sensation, and squeezing the blankets so hard his hands shook and his knuckles turned white, Dream just couldn’t take it anymore. He tried as hard as he could to just let George have his fun, but eventually, his hands shot out to grab for George’s, uselessly grappling for his wrists to push him away. However, he couldn’t exactly focus on what he was doing all that well, and George simply swatted his hands away each time he tried, occasionally grabbing his wrists to press them into the bed before continuing, buying himself a split second of time before he had to do it again.

“C’mohohohohon, plehehease!” Dream begged, finally grabbing George’s hand between his fingers and pulling him away for barely half a second, granting himself the tiniest bit of relief before George grabbed his hand and held it down against the bed, lacing their fingers together and pressing his palm down so he couldn’t pull it back. Then, George used his other hand to continue the tickling, being sure to stay to the side of his pinned hand so it would be even harder to stop him. “NOHOHO–! Geohohohorge!” He tried, hoping that maybe if he got George’s attention somehow he would give him a break, but this time he wasn’t so lucky.

“Yes, princess?” He replied condescendingly, and Dream shook his head, clearly flustered beyond his own belief.

“Whahaha–?!” Dream asked in confusion, furrowing his eyebrows and throwing his free hand over his face, pulling at his trapped hand helplessly. “Whahahat the hehell is wrohohong with yohohohou?!” He continued, making George giggle, sounding more evil than ever before, as he twisted and turned against the bed.

He turned over as much as he could, forcing himself onto his side and making the position even more difficult to escape– which he didn’t realize until it was too late. Unfortunately for him, it ended with his pinned arm at a much too awkward angle for him to get out of, and his other arm was now pinned underneath his own weight with very limited reach.

“Fuhuck, nohohoho!” He whined, realizing how compromising of a position he had put himself in, trying to wiggle either of his arms free from their trapped positions to no avail. George giggled again, amused by his struggle, letting his hand drag over Dream’s side to his back and up under his shirt, scratching at the spot just below his shoulder blades and making him push away even more, twisting even further. “Wahahahait! Ihihi–“

“Oh, wait, that’s actually perfect, stay there!” George teased, as if he had a choice in the matter, and shifted so his knee pressed into the back of Dream’s thighs, which made it so that he couldn’t turn back again without George being in the way.

He was screwed.

“AH– nahahaha!”

“Awww, you got yourself into some trouble there, didn’t you, sweetheart?” He teased, sliding his wiggling fingers along Dream’s back, tickling up and down the sides of his spine and making him whine through his laughter. All he was able to do after that was shove his face into his own elbow or the pillow below him, and laugh until George felt like he’d laughed enough. He thought the torture would never end.

Until George let his hand go in favor of using both hands to tickle him again.

One hand scratching at his lower back, and the other back to below his belly button.

Now he was screwed.

“NOHO–!” He cried out, hearing his own frantic scream bounce off the walls of George’s bedroom, slapping one hand over his mouth, the other immediately shooting down to blindly grab for George’s hands, desperate to stop at least one of them. “NAHA– GEORGE PLEHEHE– AHAHA–“ He tried to speak through his laughter, shaking his head and squeezing his eyes shut, his breathing heavy and labored as he tried his hardest to pull himself together. No matter what he did, where he moved, what direction he squirmed in, he couldn’t escape the tickling, and he knew almost instantly that that fact wasn’t something he could deal with in that moment. “OKAHAHAY, okahahahay, gohohod– STOHOHOP, Geohohohorge, stopstopstohohohop, I cahaha– AH– MINECRAHAFT, mihihinecrahahahaft, I cahahahahan’t–!” He yelled desperately, and George pulled his hands back instantly, somewhat caught off guard by Dream using his safeword so suddenly.

George pulled his knee back so he could guide Dream to lay down flat again, one hand on his thigh and the other holding his hip gently as he turned him. Dream was still letting out his leftover giggles, pliant under George’s soothing touches, only flinching for a brief second when George’s knuckles touched his skin when he went to pull his shirt back down. George rested his hand on Dream’s tummy, softly rubbing away the ghost tickles with his thumb, and after a moment of silence, George let out an amused laugh.

“Wow,” He whispered in disbelief, and Dream heard Sapnap laugh as well, making him throw his arms over his face in embarrassment. “Holy shit, Dream.”

“Stop!” He whined. already flustered enough by his own reactions. “Shut up, shut up.”

“No, no, it's okay! Dream, it’s okay,” George soothed, giggling when Dream continued to groan, pulling the pillow out from behind his head and hiding in it. “No, no, c’mon, wait,” George coaxed him back out, pulling it away gently, watching as he held the pillow to his chest and revealed his blushing face, his eyes half shut and clearly exhausted. He ran his fingers through Dream’s hair, smiling when he hummed sweetly and let his eyes close the rest of the way. “You alright?”

“Mhmmm…” He confirmed, nodding slowly. George let his hand trail down to cup his cheek, then pulled away.

“Good. My water is on the table next to you if you want it, but you can just relax now if you’re sure you wanna be done,” He explained, and Dream nodded again in understanding, taking a second to get himself comfortable again, putting the pillow back behind his head and keeping his arm around it. “In the meantime, though…”

George turned his attention back over to Sapnap, watching the other boy’s eyes immediately widen when they locked onto his. He wasted no time, gently placed his hands on Sapnap’s sides, squeezing over his hoodie to start off, not wanting to torture him too horribly with the switch up– not yet, at least.

“Oh, c’mohohohon–“ Sapnap whined, writhing under George’s hands and using all the mental energy he could muster not to just grab George’s hands to stop him. “Reheheallyhyhy?!”

“Yes really, idiot, did you think I forgot?” George asked, moving to claw at his tummy and making him shake his head at the feeling.

“Nohoho! Buhuhut–“ Sapnap tried to explain, but George cut him off by mimicking his words in a silly, mocking voice that made him press his lips together and scrunch up his face. “Yohou’re sohohoho dumb!”

“This isn’t even that bad,” George teased, but this time they both knew he was actually right. Sapnap rolled his eyes, though it was much less hurtful when his smile was so wide and adoring. “You’re being a baby.”

“It’s nohot, buhuhut– but yohou have nohoho idehehea how–“ Sapnap cut himself off with a sharp inhale when George’s fingers curled a little too close to his back, flinching away from the hand that caused it and pushing himself right into the opposite hand instead. He took a second to contain himself before continuing, voice strained as he tried to speak over any giggles that were begging to escape. “–how hard I’m fightihihing nohohot to juhust flihihip thihis on you and– ahand rock yohour shihihit right nohohohow–“ Sapnap finished, and the onslaught of laughter took over again the second he stopped trying to form words, which only made his blush darken and the threat of his words fall so flat it was embarrassing.

It was adorable, really.

“Oh, yeah?” George asked, incredulous, as he let his fingers trail up to Sapnap’s ribs, just barely touching his bottom rib before Sapnap’s arms were clamped to his sides and his laughter grew even more frantic.

“Yehehehes, yohohou freheheak!”

“Hm… then maybe I should try a little harder to make sure that doesn’t happen,” He said with no room for argument, as he wormed his fingers under Sapnap’s arms to get further up his ribs. He didn’t get very far, only reaching just past where his elbows were squeezed tight to his sides. “Move your arms.”

“Nohohoho!” Sapnap protested, whining defiantly, only clamping his arms down harder.

“Sapnap,” George warned, pushing on his elbows, only for them to snap right back down. “Sapnap!”

“Noho!” He yelled, kicking his legs behind George, his knee hitting George’s back when he did, especially when George sat up on his knees and leaned forward to gain more leverage. George fought back, grabbing Sapnap’s wrists and throwing his arms out to the sides. As expected, they immediately shot back. “NO, fuck off!”

“You have to let me!”

“In your fucking dreams!” He argued, and George grabbed his wrists again, pinning them next to his head and then shooting his hands down to squeeze his ribs. He got further that time, earning a shriek and exaggerated jump from Sapnap, but his hands were knocked away by his elbows once again. “NOHOHO!”

“SAPNAP, STOP!” George yelled dramatically, shoving his hands as far under Sapnap’s arms as he could, but still, he didn’t get any further than he already had. “IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!”

“I DON’T CARE!” Sapnap bit back, and George shot his hands down to squeeze at the muscle between his hips and thighs, making him scream out and slap his hands away.

“NO, YOU FUCKER–” He cursed, managing to whack George away before any real damage could be done, though he would be lying if he said his heart didn’t drop ten stories at the attempt alone. He hadn’t realized how far he’d sat up during the fight, until George’s hands were on his shoulders, shoving him flat against the bed again and holding him there, catching him off guard for just long enough to land his hands on his ribs. Sapnap pressed his arms down tight again, half crossing his arms and holding his palms tight to his ribs on either side. “Gehehet the fuck ohoff!”

“Sapnap, it’s literally my birthday! You have to do what I say!”

“I don’t give a fuck about your stupid birthday, bitch! Get away from me– NO!” Sapnap screamed when he felt George grab onto his elbow, abruptly shoving his arms forward where they were crossed over his torso. “NO, DON’T–“

Fortunately for George, and unfortunately for Sapnap, it actually worked.

After merely a few seconds, Sapnap was trapped, his arms crossed and pinned to his chest with George’s hand firmly holding his elbow to keep them in place. He tried to squirm, to scream and fight, to yank his arms out of his grip, but nothing seemed to help. He was stuck in that position, his entire torso open and vulnerable, and to make matters worse, it blocked his view just enough that he could still see George’s stupid, smug face, but not a single move his hands made.

Then George’s fingers were digging in under his arm.

“NOHOHO– GEOHOHOHORGE!” He cried, kicking his legs behind George, shaking his head and squeezing his eyes shut. “THIHIHIHIS IHISN’T FAHAHAHAIR!”

“Oh, it’s not fair, huh?” George teased, chuckling when Sapnap shook his head in protest, switching to dig into his other armpit as he continued, a new wave of squirming hitting Sapnap instantly. “Aww, well, that’s just too bad, isn’t it?”

“NAHAHAHA–!” Sapnap whined, lost in laughter, feeling his knee hit George’s back for maybe the hundredth time that day.

“Oh– would you–“ George stammered, whipping his head around to look at Sapnap’s kicking legs as they hit him yet again, scoffing in frustration and clearly distracted by the movements. He let go of Sapnap’s arms to grab one of his legs instead, locking his arm around his calf and squeezing up and down the back of his thigh.

“NONONO– NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!” Sapnap pulled desperately at his leg, trying to yank it away from George as quickly as possible, shaking his head and curling into himself until he was nearly upright again.

“Stop hitting me, then!”

“I WIHIHILL, I WILL, I’M SOHOHORRYHYHY!” Sapnap’s pleading voice must’ve been enough to convince him, because George dropped his leg a moment later, giving him a second to catch his own breath. He smiled along with him when he fell back onto the bed, collapsing against the sheets and going completely limp, chest heaving from his heavy panting.

Then, George reached forward, using just his pointer fingers to poke sporadically around Sapnap’s collarbones, making sure to worm his fingers beneath the collar of his hoodie as often as possible to poke at his bare skin.

“Ah–! Nahahaha, whyhyhyhy!” Sapnap squealed, flinching away from the touch, shaking his head and trying to bat George’s hands away, his giggles high pitched and soft. He couldn’t muster up the energy to properly shoo George away, so he was doomed to suffer the simple yet maddening pokes for what felt like hours. “Geohohorge, plehehehease!”

“Hmm… please what?”

“Dohohon’t!” Sapnap curled his shoulders in, his own arms wrapped around himself when he finally realized trying to push George away was a lost cause.

“Huh? What’s up?”

“Stahahahap–!” His hands moved up, holding tight onto himself, now gripping his own shoulders as the pokes continued.

“Oh, don’t stop? Well, I wasn’t going to, but when you ask nicely like that…”

“Nahahaha!” Sapnap protested, letting out a loud squeal when one poke right in the middle of the spot under the bone happened to tickle significantly more than the others, and he turned slightly to the side to block himself off, the same mistake Dream had made earlier.

“Wait, yes, I can get you back here too!” George announced triumphantly, pressing down on Sapnap’s shoulder to keep him awkwardly turned over, his arms now half pinned under him where they were still crossed over his chest and holding onto his shoulders.

“Nononono, wahahait– AH!” He squealed again when George began scratching between his shoulder blades, pushing the hood of his sweatshirt out of the way so he could crawl his fingers up to the nape of his neck. Sapnap’s entire body jumped at the new feeling, his back arching and his shoulders rolling back as he pushed himself away from George’s fingers. “Plehehehease!” He pleaded, his voice high pitched and giddy, and George could see the blush on his face darken with every second. He knew spots like that always embarrassed Sapnap more than some others– that made him shy, made his laughter turn into childish giggles and small little squeaks, spots that made it impossible to stop squirming and wiggling in poor attempts to escape.

“I like when you get like this,” George decided to tell him, giggling fondly when Sapnap shook his head and hid his face between the pillows. “It’s really cute,” He pushed, and Sapnap whined and shook his head harder, turning further away and kicking out, careful not to aim anywhere near George this time.

“I hahahate yohohohou!” Sapnap cried, and he finally managed to pull one of his arms free from underneath him, but to his dismay, even when he threw it back and curled it behind him, puffing his chest out as much as he could, he still couldn’t reach George’s hand. Instead, George simply laughed at the attempt, and moved his own hand from Sapnap’s shoulder to his wrist, pinning his arm against his back and once again rendering him completely helpless. “NOHOHOHO– yohohohou’re suhuch a DIHIHICK–“ He said, twisting his wrist any way he could, but he couldn’t pull it back at the awkward angle.

“You know the rules, Sapnap. You tried to stop me and I couldn’t let that happen,” George explained, pulling Sapnap’s hood down so he could scratch gently over the back of his neck, making him curl in on himself even more and let out another undignified squeal.

“NAHAHAHA– plehehehease!” He begged, voice muffled by the pillows he was buried between, and George knew without even seeing him that his face was scrunched up and his eyes were squeezed shut. He could tell from the pitch of his giggles and squeals alone, very familiar with Sapnap’s tells when he tickled him. “Ihihi cohouldn’t even reheheheach yohohohou!”

“Don’t care. Doesn’t matter. You’re still an idiot.”

“Fuhuhuck yohohou!” Sapnap bit back, finally able to yank his arm free, now bringing it up to cup the back of his neck, interrupting George’s tickling.

“Oh, really? You wanna be like that, do you, angel?” George tested, weaponizing the name he knew always made Sapnap’s heart flutter, his palms resting on Sapnap’s back menacingly, giving no hints about his next move.

“I-I… n-nohoho, I–“ Sapnap mumbled shyly, turning his head out of his hiding spot so he could be heard clearly.

“My kitten doesn’t want to behave?”

“Nohoho! I’m sohorryhyhy, I’m sorry, yohohou– you can gohoho!” He backtracked quickly, squirming nervously, pushing himself up onto his elbows in an attempt to see what George was doing.

“Yeah, I think I will,” George confirmed, and then he suddenly shoved his fingers under Sapnap’s arms, digging his wiggling fingers in with no mercy. Sapnap instantly let out a loud scream, arms immediately giving out as he fell face down back onto the bed, immediately clamping his elbows to his sides again, but it was no use after George had already wormed his way in. All it did for him that time was hold George’s hands in place, only making the tickling feel more intense.

“NOHOHOHOHO, AHAHAHAHA–!” He cried, losing himself in desperate laughter, and George took the opportunity to swing his leg over Sapnap’s hips and straddle him, making sure he definitely couldn’t escape him that time. “GEOHOHOHORGE, PLEHEHEHEASE, NOHOHOT THIHIHIHIS!”

“I don’t think you really get to choose, sweetheart,” He teased, using his thumbs to press into his shoulder blades at the same time, earning another loud squeal and wave of shrill laughter. He pushed away as much as he can, back to shoving his face in the pillows and kicking his legs behind George, already having knocked off the throw blanket George kept at the end of his bed with his incessant squirming.

“IHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T– GEOHOHORGE, FUHUHUCK, I CAHAHAN’T TAHAHA– I CAN’T TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIT, PLEHEASE!”

“If you’re still talking you can still take it,” George said, unsympathetic, shoving his hands further into his underarms and catching the top of Sapnap’s ribs in the process.

“AH, FUHUHUCK– MIHIHINECRAHAHAFT, OKAHAHAY?!” He screamed out in agony, collapsing against the bed and breathing heavily the second George pulled his hands out. “Jehehehe– Jehehesus fuhucking Chrihihihist…”

George giggled at his words, rubbing his palms up and down Sapnap’s arms to soothe him, occasionally sliding them up to squeeze Sapnap’s shoulders firmly, helping him relax them and get rid of the tension he held there from everything.

“Everything okay?” George asked, using one hand to run through the back of Sapnap’s hair, scratching at his head and giggling as it made him melt almost instantly.

“Yehehes, I’m– I’m good,” He said with a long exhale, letting out the last of his leftover giggles.

“Good. Sit up,” George instructed as he pushed himself off him, reaching over where Dream was still comfortably resting to grab his water from the nightstand, holding it out for Sapnap to take a sip of. “Drink, idiot.”

“Your gross mouth has probably been on this thing,” Sapnap grumbled, a flustered frown still sitting on his face, but he gratefully drank the water anyway, clearing his throat and coughing when George put it back on the nightstand. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” George replied, smiling and cupping Sapnap’s face gently, rubbing his thumb over his flushed cheekbone.

Then, Sapnap swung his arm around George’s waist, throwing him down onto the bed with more force than even he anticipated, earning a yelp from George as he crashed against the mattress.

“SAPNAP!” Sapnap giggled, shoving himself against George, effectively manhandling him until he ended with his arms wrapped around George’s waist and his chest against George’s back, nuzzling into his shoulder from behind and squeezing him so tight he could’ve crushed him. “GET OFF ME!”

“No,” Sapnap replied, still giggling, only squeezing George tighter when he squirmed in his arms and kicked his legs.

“Ow!” George protested, shoving at Sapnap’s arms, though it didn’t really do much for him.

“C’mere, Dream,” Sapnap said, and Dream smiled and shuffled towards them, throwing one leg over both of George’s and one arm over both of their torsos.

“No, gross, get away from me,” George whined, with much less conviction now, keeping up the front regardless.

“You love us,” Dream said, voice slightly raspy from tiredness, speaking closer to George’s ear than he expected and making him flinch and giggle at the feeling.

“George, you know we could just, like, destroy you right now, right?” Sapnap asked, resting a hand flat on George’s ribs, making him squirm all over again, more frantic than before.

“No! No, no, absolutely not!” He protested, pushing at Sapnap’s arms and Dream’s chest and kicking as much as he could with Dream’s leg on top of his, but Dream simply grabbed his wrists and crossed them over each other, holding them both in one hand easily, his other hand migrating to George’s tummy. “NO, don’t! Don’t, don’t, you can’t, YOU CAN’T–“ He yelled, feeling Dream’s fingertips touch his skin where his shirt had been pushed up barely a few inches from the roughhousing, skittering over his sides and lower tummy. At the same time, Sapnap’s fingers sprung to life, pressing ever so slightly into the bones of his ribcage and making him wriggle around even more. “STOP! NO, STOP– it’s my birthday, it’s literally my birthday, you can’t do that! Those are the rules!” George protested, words rushed and fast and desperate, whimpering in relief when they both laughed and stopped their antics, returning to just squeezing him until he could barely breathe.

“Relax, you’re so dramatic,” Dream replied, and George stuttered over a reply, but ultimately decided he would rather not push his luck and simply rolled his eyes and scoffed instead. The room was silent for a while, before Dream eventually spoke again.

“What time is it?” He asked, and Sapnap reached into the pocket of his shorts to pull his phone out.

“5:37,” He answered, and Dream hummed in response.

“We can get up at, like… 6 to go to dinner?”

“Works with me,” George replied, letting his eyes close as he sighed contentedly when Sapnap pulled him close again. Dream hummed again, a smile audible on his face, and he squeezed in closer to the other two as well, pressing a kiss to the top of George’s head before letting his eyes close as well, happy that they still had time to relax together before going out.

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