"Oh Geooorrrgeeeee..." Dream cooed. I could hear the way he was close to his mic.

"Come on George..." He said again. We had just been hanging out on the SMP. It was supposed to be a chill stream for my fans. Now here he was chasing me down and trying to kill me.

"Stop. Stop it." I said shakily. He laughed a little. I was immediately regretting having my face cam on. Chat was spamming 'he's blushing' in the chat.

Then I saw something pop up in our messages.

Dream: mute.

"Kay Chat. Give me like two minutes." I said with an easy smile.

I gulped. But did as he asked and muted us. The chat could see my face, but couldn't hear a word.

"What's up Dream?" I said shakily. I hated when he would tease me. He knew I liked him. But I knew he didn't feel the same. I knew that. He told me that ages ago.

"Your blushing Georgie." He joked. I rolled my eyes and calmed down. He just wanted to tease me even more now.

"Yeah. So?"

"Is it because of me?" I bit my lip just lightly. Why was he doing this? Why did he feel the need?

"I think you know the answer to that." I said. Just a little annoyed. He was playing with me. I was his best friend and he was messing with my feelings.

"I could do worse." He said bluntly.

"Shut it Dream."

"I could make you whine. I could make you beg. I'm going easy on you and you're already a mess."

"Stop Dream. It's not funny anymore. This isn't funny."

"I'm not joking." I stopped. Looking over at my other monitor and taking a deep breath.

"What?"

"Maybe I want you as much as you want me." I closed my eyes for a moment.

"Oh please. Like that would happen."

"You have no idea George. You have no clue as to how much I want to fucking ruin you." A whimper escaped my lips. I could almost hear his smile.

"See? Barely even said anything."

"F-Fuck." Thank God he could only see my face. My cock was throbbing. Jesus, I did want him. I wanted exactly that.

"Fuck you relentless. Kiss every single inch of you. I want to hear you moan out my name George. Do you think you could be able to do that for me? Ever?"

I hid my face in my hands. Just so chat couldn't read my lips.

"Without hesitation." I said. The words barely able to come out of my mouth. I'm surprised he could even understand me with how incoherent they sounded in my own ears.

"God. You're so pretty. Hiding your face in your hands. So good for me." I moaned at the praise. Chat was still there. They were probably picking up on this. I had to end the stream.

"I'm unmuting. So shut your face."

"Guys. I gotta go. Dream is trying to propose to me. I gotta let him down easy." That was a running joke from earlier in the stream. Chat was loving it.

"Bye!!" I said.

"Bye guys!!" Dream said to. His voice completely different from how it was just moments ago.

"Please marry me George." Dream said before the stream ended.

"No." I said with a laugh. "Bye guys! Thanks for being here!" And with that the stream was over.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Dream laughed. That edge in his voice back.

"Just telling you how I feel..."

"IN FRONT OF THOUSANDS!" Dream was quiet for a moment. I shut my eyes and listened for him to speak. As terrible as it sounds, I wanted him to talk to me like that again.

"I know you liked it George. If you didn't you can tell me and I'll stop right now. But I have a feeling that this won't be the case."

"N-no. I did like it. Just not how it was in front of so many people."

"You get so shy and panicked about this stuff. You've done more suspicious things on stream." I bit my lip. That was true. Hence the trending game 'Where's Dream?'

My pants were so tight. My face was so warm. Dream's voice wasn't helping.

"Jesus. Why do you have to sound like that?" I whined a little as I shifted in my seat. "It's not fair."

He laughed. "I know what it does to you, my voice. It bothers you doesn't it?"

"It ruins me." For once I heard his own breath hitch. "Damn it, Dream." He moaned so quietly. He probably thought I didn't hear it

"What you like it when I say your name?" Finally I gave myself the attention I needed. Whimpering his name at the friction.

"Oh Dream~"

"Fuck George. Not fair."

"You started this. You did this." He was panting hard.

"Dream... Fuck fuck fuck." Dream was moaning. His next words sloppy and nearly incoherent.

"So good. So fucking good." He was praising me. He had no clue what that did to me. Or maybe he did. "Yes baby." I couldn't talk. I barely recognized the noises coming from my mouth. I was too focused on the ones coming out of Dreams anyway.

We sat there. Panting and trying to catch our breath.

"Dream..."

"Oh George."

"That was not where I thought this conversation was going to go." He laughed a little. He sounded tired.

"Me either. I though maybe I could get to you but that... That was incredible. Just hearing you. God I can't wait until I can see you." He stopped. Realizing what he said

"I mean. If you want... I... I'm sorry that just slipped."

"I can't wait until I can see you too." Was all I said back.

"You should come to Florida. We can do this right. I can take you out. We can be what we have always wanted to be." I gulped.

"I'd like that. But Dream can I asked what changed? When I told you how I felt before... You didn't feel the same."

"No. I did. I was just scared. But I don't want to be scared of this anymore." He took a deep breath "I want you to be my boyfriend, George."

"I'll be your boyfriend." I smiled.

"Dinner then? We can look at flights tonight."

"Perfect. Absolutely perfect."