Request by welpohdear

Sorry I never update this lmao... but I started a new dnf book, its called "Olympic Love" and I'm pretty proud of it so far :3 go read it!

Yeah idk why I made this happen in winter I just felt like it shut up

TW: lime (towards the end)

3rd Person P.O.V.

"Dreammmmm!" George whined, crossing his arms.

"Georgeeeeeee!" Dream mocked, grinning.

"Sapnappppppp!" Sap butted in, rolling his eyes at the others. They acted like such children sometimes!

"I don't want to do it!" George exclaimed, frowning. Dream tugged at the brunette's arm, putting on a pouty face.

"C'mon Georgie! It's not even that cold, it'll be fine!" He insisted, dragging George out the door. "Please? We never get snow in Florida!" The brunette crossed his arms, scoffing and wrinkling his nose. He hated the cold, and Dream was dragging him outside into the snow!

"Go by yourself, then! I see the snow every year, it's just a pain in the ass," he grumbled, wrenching his arm out of Dream's grip and heading back to the warmth of his home. "Play in the snow with Sapnap or something!"

"Nah, I need to take a shit, see you losers later." Sapnap left for the bathroom, leaving George to deal with Dream and the snow.

George was happy to see his friends, don't get him wrong... but meeting up in England during winter might've been a bad decision on his part. The Brit hated the cold, he hated snow and winter and everything that went along with it. Living in England his whole life, George knew nothing but the cold, unforgiving snow storms and dirty slushy snow on the streets.

But Sapnap and Dream lived in warmer climates, where snow was a rare occurrence. They had never seen so much snow in their lives, while George was just unimpressed. Hell, George had gone to school with a solid two feet of snow on the ground before! This measly foot of snow wasn't anything to marvel at, in his opinion.

Despite George's clear displeasure with the snow, Dream wasn't giving up. He was going to get the brunette into the snow if it was the last thing he did.

So, Dream went back inside as well, immediately going into the closet and grabbing George's blue puffer coat. The Brit narrowed his eyes, putting his hands out in defense.

"Dream..." he warned, eyeing the coat warily.

"Please, George?" He gave puppy eyes, begging the smaller boy to go out in the snow with him. "You can put a coat on, then you won't be cold, please?" George huffed, crossing his arms.

"No."

"George, please!" Dream was getting more and more desperate. He wanted to go in the snow so badly... "You can have one of my hoodies, too! You won't get cold!" George raised an eyebrow curiously, and Dream knew the Brit was debating it.

"...Fine. Give me your hoodie," he demanded, holding his hands out to take the hoodie.

"You can have one of the ones I'm not wearing, just let me-"

"No. I want the one you're wearing now," George insisted. Dream sighed, pulling his hoodie off and putting it on George, who was a little surprised. He put on his puffer coat over the hoodie, cheeks pink with blush.

"Well, now I need a hoodie for myself, so hold on a minute." Dream ran upstairs to grab another hoodie, while George snuggled into Dream's hoodie. It was very warm, especially since Dream had been wearing it just minutes before. It was quite nice, a little bit big on him, but cozy, plus it smelled like Dream, which was a bonus.

"Alright, I'm rea- were you just sniffing my hoodie?" Dream wondered, a look of amusement on his smug face.

"NO!" George answered quickly, face red.

"Uh huh. Can we go outside now?"

"I guess..." George sighed, letting the excited blond drag him out into the snow. He was immediately uncomfortable, despite the layers of clothing George was still cold. He grumbled under his breath, trying to huddle into himself for warmth. Dream had gone somewhere in the snow, completely out of George's sight. Reluctantly, the brunette stepped into the snow, feeling his boots sink in a bit with each step he took.

Where had Dream gone? He couldn't have gone far...

"GEORGE!" Dream screamed, rolling down a hill. He knocked into George, knocking the poor boy off his feet and onto his back, Dream sprawled out on top of him.

"Woah, I'm so sorry, are you ok?" Dream questioned, eyeing George worriedly. The Brit was panting, most likely from having his breath knocked out of him. George didn't respond, but instead starting blushing wildly. Dream didn't understand until he realized what position they were in.

"...George?" Dream whispered, bold enough to stay in the position.

"Dream..." George breathed, incredibly flustered by the whole situation. Dream swallowed nervously, hesitantly cupping George's cheek with his hand. He leaned in a bit closer, until they could feel each other's breath on their faces.

"Is this ok?" Dream asked, whispering in an almost seductive manner. George gulped, nodding with his eyes blown wide. Dream slowly pressed his lips to George's, kissing the smaller boy gently. They pulled away after a few seconds, both completely speechless.

George was dumbfounded. He had never kissed anyone before, especially not like this. It was a strange feeling, but good. Despite being covered in cold snow, George felt warm. He didn't know what he was feeling, he just knew that he wanted Dream, and now.

George grabbed Dream's collar, pulling him back down for another kiss. This time, it was less gentle, and more passionate, more hungry. They couldn't get enough of one another. Who knew such an innocent kiss could be so addicting?

George gripped onto Dream like his life depended on it, both so deeply immersed in the kiss. They pulled apart for a moment, catching their breaths.

"I'm gonna try something, is that ok?" Dream asked softly. George bit his lip, nodding. He trusted Dream.

They kissed again, but this time Dream bit at George's lip. Gently, not enough to hurt, but enough to make himself known. George wasn't entirely sure what to do, so he parted his lips just a little. Dream slipped his tongue into the kiss, exploring George's mouth eagerly. It was such an odd feeling, but George was loving every second of it. There was nothing about this he didn't like- except, maybe, the snow.

He and Dream continued making out in the snow, until Dream started to travel down, biting and sucking at George's neck. The brunette grabbed onto Dream's shoulders, whimpering softly as the taller left hickeys all over his pale skin.

"WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK, WHAT THE FUCK!" Sapnap yelled, covering his eyes and running back inside. Dream immediately got off of George, helping him up to his feet.

"I guess Sapnap saw that..." he chuckled sheepishly. George covered his face with his hands, feeling absolutely mortified. "Um... I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't have-"

"No, no, it's ok," George reassured, letting his hands fall back down to his sides, revealing his beet red face. "But... we should probably go check on him..." Dream smiled, nodding. He grabbed George's hand, letting their fingers intertwine before leading the Brit back inside.

This was going to be hard to explain...

i literally speedran this chapter (like it only took me like maybe an hour to write? And its pretty long too so bonus)

But maybe I read too much smut cause I almost took that too far (I'm not against writing smut ofc but the request was so cute and fluffy and I turned it into... this...

Anyways

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