Dream joined the Discord call, yawning slightly.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY DREAM!" Everybody yelled at the same time, making Dream jump out of seat, then proceeded to wheeze like a tea kettle for ten minutes.

"Thanks — *wheeze* — guys." He untangled his headphone wires, which had gotten all messed up when he jumped out of his chair, scanning through the people in the call. Bad was in the call, so was Sap, A6d, and Skeppy, but not George.

"Where's George?" Dream asked casually, although, if he were being honest with himself, he was disappointed that George hadn't wished him a happy birthday yet.

"Oh, I don't know. I haven't seen him lately." Bad replied. "I don't know, maybe he's busy with family stuff or something. I'm sure he's fine."

Dream frowned. George not taking every opportunity to have an excuse to be nice to Dream, and a few more? Not like him.

Ok, just kidding. Maybe not EVERY opportunity, but it was still odd that George wasn't in the call and hadn't wished Dream a happy birthday yet. The five boys chatted for a bit, Dream distracted, and disbanded after a while, off to their own tasks. Dream pulled up a video he was editing on his monitor, but couldn't focus, half of his mind preoccupied on — completely honestly — George. It was already ten am, and there was no sign of George. As well as that, Dream hadn't gotten to see George yesterday afternoon as well.

That's strange. Where might he be?

That was, until his phone rang. Dream looked down, and practically leapt out of his chair in excitement at the caller id.

"Dream~" George's voice came through his phone.

"Hi George." Dream smiled, heart fluttering at George's voice.

"Happy birthday!" Dream looked up, the doorbell ringing.

"Hold on, there's somebody at my door." The American stepped to the front door and opened it.

It was George, wrapped in a ridiculous assortment of ribbons.

"Surprise!" George smiled. "Here's your birthday present!"

Dream stared for a moment, then broke out into a laughing fit at George's absurd outfit.

"What are — *wheeze* — those ribbons??"

"Untie me Dream~" George broke into a smirk.

"Shut it." Dream deadpanned, but couldn't stop laughing at the mess of ribbons around George. "How did you even —?"

"Come on, Dream." George pouted slightly.

"Come in, idiot." Dream stepped aside to let the older boy hop inside.

"You tied your feet — " Dream sank to the floor, clutching his stomach. "You look like an idiot!"

George smiled slightly sheepishly. "Well, I had to dress up for our first meetup!"

"You can't even kiss me in those — those ribbons!" Dream wheezed, looking up at the red faced boy.

"Shut it." It was George's turn to start breaking down into laughter. "Just untie me already."

"Okay, walk — " Dream broke down again, remembering that George couldn't even walk at this point. "How did you even press the doorbell and hold the phone and all that crap?"

Dream scooped George up easily, and dumped George on the couch. "Okay, I'll untie you." Dream said, leaning down and staring at George's face.

George squirmed under Dream's touch, face flaming and beet red. Dream sat down beside George, smirking.

"So, I'll start with these, because you don't want to get that caught on anything and then choke to death." Dream laughed. "I wouldn't want your first meeting with me to end with death."

Dream reached for the ribbon around George's throat, keeping eye contact with the brown haired boy. He slowly untied it, very conscious of the slight shudder that ran through George's body at his touch. Dream gently brushed his fingers against George's smooth skin, feeling satisfaction from the affect he had on the shorter boy.

"Like what you feel?" He purred.

George blushed even darker red, if that was possible. Dream proceeded to untie all the ridiculous ribbons adorning George, and finally, after twenty minutes of sExUaL tEnSiOn (A/N: I'm dying of laughter while writing this omg help me), George was free to move about like a normal human.

"Thank you Dream." George stated plainly, although his face was still flaming.

"You're welcome." Dream said slyly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He leaned in, planting a gentle kiss on George's forehead. "Happy now, Georgie?"

"Yes, Clay."

"George."

"Clay."

Dream shut George up with another kiss. George responded, lacing his left hand through Dream's right, and running a hand through Dream's hair.

"Like this birthday present?" George whispered into Dream's mouth.

"Better than anything else."

A/N: I can't lmfao I'm struggling ok bye have fun I dont even know why people read this but I guess you guys like it and I need practice so it's a win win