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Dream wouldn't even be at this stupid party if Minx hadn't promised a ride to the meet to get him to go. Honestly, he wouldn't have gone if he'd had known Technoblade and his little posse were gonna be here. What they were even doing on this side of town he had no idea, but Minx must've known them somehow. Maybe through Niki.
Still, a warning would've been nice. He didn't exactly like seeing the asshole who'd kicked his ass in the hundred butterfly every month when he was supposed to be enjoying himself at a party. If it were any other week, he'd be here with Sapnap and George, but George was pissed at him and Sapnap was taking his side, the bastard. Which meant he had no ride to the upcoming swim meet. Which was why he had to be here.
Maybe if he went to the fancy ass school Technoblade went to, the team would have enough money for busses to cart them around in, but he didn't so he was stuck with Sapnap's Dad's shitty truck. That he couldn't even use this week because he was mad at him.
Sighing, he looked up from whatever alcohol was in the cup he was nursing to see Minx waving him over. He'd been to enough of the purple haired girl's parties to know what was happening next.
Once everyone was gathered into something that resembled a circle, Minx clapped her hands to gain everyone's attention, "So! I'm sure everyone knows the rules for truth or dare. Tell the truth or complete you dare or you're going home, got it? And don't be a dumbass and lie during a truth. You're not cool, you're fucking annoying."
There were a few mumbles of acknowledgment around the circle as Dream shifted on the floor. Why did other people get chairs when he had to sit fucking crisis cross applesauce like a kid.
"Great," Minx said, downing the rest of what was in her glass, "Who wants to go first?"
Quackity raised his hand, sadistic grin on his face, "Puffy!"
Puffy, Minx's twin sister, crossed her arms and raised her eyebrow, "What?"
"Truth or Dare?"
"Truth."
"Is it true you fucked Foolish last week?"
Puffy smirked, "It's not. Mother fucker's a liar."
"Fuck!" Quackity shouted while laughing, hands shooting into the air and spilling his drink in the process, "I knew that bastard was bullshitting me."
Puffy shifted in her position on the floor, resting her chin on her hand, "Mmmh, okay, Technoblade," the name made Dream perk up, curious about how he would respond.
Technoblade sighed as if he were too good to play a simple party game. Prick.
"Dare."
Puffy grinned as if she knew he was going to pick dare, "Take off your shirt." She wiggled her eyebrows at his suggestively, smiling.
Techno rolled his eyes but obliged. After all, it wasn't like he was embarrassed by his bare chest. He was a swimmer, people saw him topless all the time. Minx wolf whistled and then burst out cackling, overjoyed at his obvious annoyance. Techno narrowed his eyes at her, but ignored her, turning instead to scan the crowd.
"...Karl." He said slowly, addressing one of the few kids at the party that Dream actually knew. Why was everyone at this damn party rich.
"Uh, yeah?" Karl startles, eyes wide and surprised, "Oh! Um... Dare."
"Tell me a secret about Blondie here," Techno ordered, jerking his head in Dream's direction.
"What the fuck!" Dream complained, straightening his posture, "That's not a truth, that doesn't count."
Techno smirked at him, "I didn't say it was a truth, I'm darin' him to tell me a secret about you." He leaned back in his chair challengingly, exposing more of his bare chest.
"You fucking bastard, I hate you."
His smile grew wider, "The feelin's mutual. Karl?"
"Uh..." The brown haired boy winced apologetically at Dream, who dismissed it with a waved hand. It wasn't that much of a deal. As long as he didn't say anything about-
"Dream and George broke up again two days ago!" Karl blurted.
"Dude!"
"Sorry!"
Punz and Quackity burst out into shrieking laughter, Minx quickly joining in.
"Again, man?" Punz slurred. He looked drunk enough to topple over at any given moment.
"Oh, shut up," he snarled. He really wasn't in the mood to talk about it.
Minx smirked, "That's why he's here right now. He needs a ride to the swim meet next week because all his friends are mad at him. Poor baby."
"Aww," Quackity mocked, "If you need a ride that bad I'm sure Techno here could drive you. Isn't that right, buddy?" he asked, nudging shoulders with the stoic, pink haired man.
"In his dreams."
"Nevermind then."
"Can we just move on?" Dream asked, downing the rest of his drink. If he was gonna stay here for any longer than another hour, he wanted to be wasted enough to remember absolutely none of it.
"Uhm," Karl tittered nervously, obviously anxious. Honestly, Dream didn't even know why he was at the party in the first place, "Quackity?" he finally muttered.
Eventually, Dream zoned out, the lull of the voices around him combined with the low pulsing of the music in the background was enough to almost put him to sleep. He was content to waste the rest of the night away with the alcohol fueled buzz ringing in his brain, until Minx barked out his name.
"Wha?" he asked sleepily, both mentally and physically exhausted. He rubbed the exhaustion from his eyes. He wanted to go home.
"Did ya hear what I said?" Minx asked, Cheshire grin firmly planted on her black lips, "Truth or dare, buddy."
"Uh..." The more he thought about it, the more Dream absolutely did not want to pick truth and be bombarded with more questions about George, "Dare," he said, resigning himself to whatever stupid thing Minx was going to make him do.
If possible, Minx's grin stretched wider, "Go make out with Technoblade. Like, actually make out."
That woke Dream right the fuck up, "No fucking way, absolutely not." He said, desperately searching Minx's face for a sign that she was joking, "Minx..." he said, basically pleading.
"Hey," Minx shrugged, clearly enjoying his despair, "If you want to miss next week's meet, by all means, head on home."
Dream groaned, hands dragging down his freckled face in defeat. But he couldn't miss the next meet, he needed to be there to keep the team's score up so they could make it to the semi-finals, "Minx." He tried again, but to no avail.
Finally, his gaze slid over to Techno, who looked like he'd swallowed something sour.
"And what do I get out of this?" the pink haired boy asked, arms crossing over his bare chest and oh my god Techno wasn't wearing a shirt he was going to have to make out with his half-naked rival this was the worst day of his life.
Minx waved her hand dismissively at him, "You get to make out with a hot blonde, stop complaining." She turned her attention back to Dream, whose cheeks were now flushed with embarrassment, "Well?" she prompted, "Unless you're gonna chicken o-"
"I'm going, I'm going," Dream murmured, detected as he rose to his feet. How the fuck was he ever gonna recover from this. At least none of his friends were here to see it.
Finally, he found himself standing directly in front of a seated Technoblade. Dream motioned for him to stand, but the man in front of him made no move to do so, leaning back further in his chair and raising a singular eyebrow.
"No, no fucking way. I am not straddling you. Minx-" he turned around to look at the girl behind him, "Are you filming?"
"Hey, this is quality blackmail material, can you blame me."
"Cmon, sweetheart, it's not that big of a deal."
If Technoblade ever called Dream sweetheart again he was going to rip his face off. How could he be so calm about this, what was wrong with him?
With gritted teeth, Dream slowly lowered himself onto Techno's lap, straddling him. Techno smirked, hooking his hands beneath Dream's upper thighs and pulling him flush. Dream took a deep breath, exhibiting incredible self restraint given that he was not currently strangeling Technoblade to death. This was fine. Slowly, Dream moved his face closer to Techno's.
Whatever previous exhaustion that reminded after his outburst came back with full force as Techno's lips connected with his own. The other's mouth was soft and warm, almost relaxing as the two moved in unison. He'd expected the kiss to be rough and violent, but Technoblade was surprisingly gentle. The only roughness about him was the tight grip he had on Dream's legs, tight enough that Dream was afraid he'd have bruises in the morning.
Dream found himself leaning into the kiss, letting his mouth fall open as his eyes fluttered shut.
Eventually, he pulled away, eyes glossy and face flushed. At some point during the kiss, Dream's hands had settled onto Techno's naked chest and exposed arms, and he hastily removed them, standing up in the process.
What the fuck was that?
"F-fuck you!" he stuttered, returning to his spot on the floor, resigning himself o never thinking about what had just happened again.
Minx chuckled, "Oh yeah, this is good. I'm never letting you live this down," she said devilishly, rewatching the video on her phone. At some point in the recording, Dream could hear himself moan.
The blonde boy covered his face in mortification. All this for a swim meet? He wanted to kill himself.
"Well Dream," its your turn." Punz reminded him awkwardly.
"Again?" Dream asked, horrified.
"No, dumbass," said Quackity, "It's your turn to ask a question.
Oh.
He scanned the crowd, trying to get his stupid brain to work enough to think of a good question. "Techno."
"Dare," the swimmer shot back, unflinching.
"I dare you to kill yourself."
"Dream!"
//
Hours later, with Dream back in bed listening to his father snore through the thin walls of their apartment, he buried his face into his pillow, unable to forget the soft feeling of Technoblade's lip's on his out of his head. He groaned, burrowing further into the plush material.
It was gonna be a long night.