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Sapnap thinks he’s going to kill himself if they notice his presence. He tries not to give himself away as he orders, keeping an eye on them out of the corner of his vision. He gets his drink and is headed for the exit, thinking he can totally get away with this when he hears—
//suggestive George must be dead set on killing him because he grabs Dream’s wrist and places his hand against his clothed erection, asking through heavy breaths, “Wanna teach me something else?”
Especially when it turns out you think you really like the person you’re going on a date with and you’re absolutely terrified of the chance you might fuck it up.
“I have a stupid question, I could have like totally read something wrong, apparently I do that a lot with you, aha , but, uh, before Alex walked in, were you, uh, were you gonna kiss me?”
“Not if you offer me one,” he shrugs and the pack is held out to him. He pulls out his own lighter, offering a fair trade as he lights the detective’s cigarette for him.
His hands grew desperate as he searched for any way to bring himself closer to George, relishing in the way the man’s hands shifted from his hair to running down his bare back, the sensation of skin on skin soon becoming too much to handle.
The key is returned to its place beneath the bottom of the drawer and he pulls the receipt out of his place in his novel. Grabbing the pencil to his side he writes down a single word of note for himself — Davidson.
“You okay?” Dream dares to break the steady silence, feeling the man nod against his skin. “Okay, okay. Let’s not... Let’s not do anything today. We can just stay here and you can relax.”
Part of him wants to take it off, but he has to remind himself that this is not his ex, not some random hookup, it’s George. He can’t take this anywhere further than here.
A piece falls into his face and before Dream can fix it, George reaches up and does it for him. The brunet pulls his hand back like he’s been burned, mumbling a brief, “Uh, sorry, my bad. Um, ready for the party?”
“I pay you to mind your business, Manifold,” Dream speaks pointedly as he drinks his water. “Contact Cecil, set up a meeting. I want to see what the pigs know about this Davidson fellow. Can you do that?”