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Sneak a Peek

(another minecraft youtuber office concept)

After the latest shoot for a new dare video, George was getting changed in his dressing room, which could be more appropriately called a storage unit with costumes. It was small, the floor and walls were blank cement, and there was the faint scent of cheap air freshener looming in the air. The fluorescent lights in the ceiling flickered about once every five seconds; enough to drive anyone crazy. Half the room was dominated by floor-to-ceiling stacks of cardboard boxes, which left only about ten square feet of space for him to change in. George couldn't find it in him to complain, though; they had already been shooting there for a week, and he was partially adjusted to the dank environment of what felt like a basement.

He began pulling his shoes off first; he was dressed in a basic white button-up shirt, khakis, and dress shoes. It could hardly be called a costume in his book, but he didn't own any of these things, so he had to change anyways. It was more of a nuisance to him than anything else, so he made sure to get it over with quickly, hardly wasting time in untying and yanking off black socks and shoes to reveal his feet. He was just about to start on his pants when he felt the undeniable twinge of the feeling of being watched.

His eyes rose to meet the beaten wood door. It was ajar by a mere crack, which didn't bother George, but it also meant that he could be right about someone watching him. And, if that someone was the one he suspected, it meant that he wanted to put on a show.

George bit his lip suggestively as his hands left the button of his pants, instead moving upwards to the buttons of his shirt. He took his time in unbuttoning the white shirt, revealing another inch of skin each time he did so. He couldn't help but smirk at the crack in the door, daring the intruder to reveal themselves and help him undress.

Soon, the shirt was showing a whole line of his tan skin to the watcher, from George's collar bone to his navel. He shed the article of clothing slowly, pulling one arm out, and then the other. He disposed of the shirt on the ground by his shoes. He would hang it up after he finished "entertaining."

Now that his chest was bare to all, George went back to fiddling with the button of his khakis. For a second, he couldn't quite get the zipper to unzip completely, but the issue was quickly resolved with one sharp tug on his part. He slid the shorts down his exposed thighs about halfway before turning to bend over, showing the backside of his flannel boxers off to the mysterious person behind the door. He eased the khakis down the length of the rest of his legs in a delayed pace to tease the intruder, and he was delighted to hear a muted sigh of frustration from the doorway behind him. He stepped out of his bunched-up shorts and added to the pile of clothes beside him.

The question now was whether he would take of his undergarments or not.

Before George could decide if he was willing to risk nudity to appease the onlooker, the door burst open and he had to turn around to see that Dream, face red with irritation and slight arousal, was shutting the door behind him. His eyes met George's, and sooner than George could breathe, Dream was wrapping an arm around George's waist and using the other to guide George's head into a heated kiss, Dream's tongue quickly running over George's lips to gain admission to his boyfriend's mouth. The British man complied by opening his mouth to Dream, who began running his tongue over George's teeth. Dream briefly disconnected from George to push him into the wall opposite the door and leaned in for another passionate make-out session, their teeth clashing for a second because of Dream's eagerness to get back into George's mouth.

George groaned quietly, the noise practically absorbed by Dream's waiting mouth, and began to suck on Dream's tongue. It was Dream's turn to whimper, sounding nearly as pathetically needy as a child. He forced George's head in closer while pressing his body into George's more tightly, causing George's back to go flat against the cement wall behind him. He could feel Dream's fingers threading through his hair to force George to give him even more contact. George's tongue licked at the underside of Dream's in response, and it was all George could do not to moan when Dream shuddered at the action. The taste of Dream: a spice quite like no other. However, Dream slowly retracted his tongue from George's mouth, George grunting at the loss, and eventually removed himself completely, their lips still connected by a thin string of spit.