Unbearable
Day 2 - Scream
Word count: 1841
This is my fic for Day 2 of lee!George Summer!!!
Warning: Intense tickles. Feet tickles. Hairbrush and baby oil used as tickle toys.
George didn’t think he’d ever been so flustered in his life. He peeked behind him and screamed again as he saw Dream scrambling around the corner after him. Panicked laughter bubbled out of him against his will as he ran through the house. He skidded in his socks, nearly falling.
“Oh George!!”, Dream called after him.
Dream had unfortunately caught George looking at fanfiction about himself. They had been sharing a bed and using their own phones, but Dream had fallen asleep. George took the opportunity to start clicking through links to different art and fanfiction focused on himself. The stuff he looked at was getting more and more niche as he went on.
He fell into a community he hadn’t known existed; tickling. There was an incredible amount of content. His skin prickled as his eyes skimmed over summaries of stories where he was tickled by his friends. He peeked over at Dream’s sleeping form before starting to read.
When Dream woke up and started looking over his shoulder, he was reading a story that focused around George’s feet being tickled by a variety of people and tools. At the particular moment Dream saw; Sapnap was holding him down and scrubbing his oiled up feet with a hairbrush. It was something neither Dream or George had heard of before.
George’s toes curled under the blanket at the description of the tickling. It seemed brutal. The George in the story was crying and begging for mercy. He shivered as he thought about what that would feel like. It seemed like such a bizarre and specific scenario, so he knew it’s something he would never actually experience. Not that he wanted to. Just…he doesn’t know what it would feel like. He scrolled the text on the screen up and down slowly; finished but not wanting to move on. He was stuck on the idea.
“Do you like to be tickled?”, Dream asked softly from behind him. George’s heart fell into his stomach and he clutched his phone to his chest.
“I…uh.”, he stuttered. He was speechless. Dream had seen that. He froze completely, terrified to look at the other boy.
“I’m sorry. I just woke up and didn’t realize you were looking at something private. It’s okay Georgie.”, Dream spoke softly. A large hand squeezed his shoulder. He shook his head. His face burned hotter by the second. He didn’t think he’d ever been so embarrassed in his life. He cleared his throat, but couldn’t talk. “It’s okay! I’ve never seen tickling like that before. Looks really intense. That’s kinda fun! C’mon Georgie, talk to me.”.
“I don’t like being tickled…”, he choked out. “I was just looking at a bunch of different stuff. I don’t even know what, like. It was just some weird fanfiction. I don’t even know what that is.”.
“It’s not weird. I read fanfiction sometimes too!”, he said and pulled George back so he was laying on his back. “Oh George…”, he murmured softly when he saw the horribly embarrassed state his best friend was in.
George stared back up at Dream. He had to be the perfect kind of person to catch him like that. There wasn’t a hint of judgment in his voice or expression.
“I was just curious.”, he said carefully. “Like, of what the fans are writing about. I was looking at a bunch of different stuff.”. Dream smiled and nodded.
“I get that. Did you find anything interesting?”. George ignored the question and studied Dream instead. There was a hint of mischief in his tone. “You’re pretty ticklish.”.
“Stop.”, George narrowed his eyes. Dream grinned.
“Well, you are! Like, extremely ticklish.”.
“Shut up, Dream.”.
Dream sat up and looked across the room at his desk. George looked as well, trying to see what Dream had honed in on. He had to hold back a gasp when he realized there was a hairbrush sitting on the desk.
“Dream…”, he warned lowly.
“I think I have a bottle of baby oil in the hallway closet.”.
“No. Dream, no.”. Dream grinned down at him wolfishly and sat up a little more. “Hey! No!”.
Consequently; the chase scene. The house was filled with squeaky panicked laughter and screams of terror as Dream chased George down like an animal.
It wasn’t long before he was caught. Dream’s legs were longer and George hadn’t worked out in months. The boy yelped as he was grabbed and pinned to the ground.
“No!!”, he screamed. It echoed through the house. Atleast Sapnap wasn’t there to witness his defeat. He was manhandled onto his front and Dream straddled his waist, facing his legs. The younger quickly got to work grabbing his ankles and prying off his socks. “Please!”, he whined. Fuck, he was so muffined. Dream dusted his fingertips across one of George’s soles, startling a shriek out of him. “Oh god!”. No one had touched his feet in so long.
“Oh Georgie…”, Dream muttered, amused.
As soon as his feet were being slathered in oil, he was a mess. His entire body jumped at the sensitivity and he giggled hysterically. Helplessly, he banged on the floor.
“I can’t handle it!! Dream!!”, he begged.
“Oh my god! You’re so dramatic!”.
“No!! No, don’t!”, he squeaked out through his giggles. He felt Dream push his fingers through his toes and he screamed at the feeling.
“George!”, Dream laughed.
“Stop!! Stop!!!”, he dissolved quickly into laughter. His feet almost vibrated at the new touch. “That tickles!”, he squeaked. His voice sounded so desperate, so in disbelief of the feeling.
“Is it really that bad?”, Dream teased, grinning back at the squirming boy as he skittered his nails down one of the oily feet. George wailed. “Whoa!”.
George was beside himself, and Dream hadn’t even really started yet.
“Are you ready for the brush?”.
“No!!”, he flailed his body, but got nowhere.
The terrible brush came down on George’s slippery sole and Dream held his ankle in place while he scrubbed it. George’s vision blacked for a second when he suddenly lost his breath at the feeling. He scrambled silently against the ground for a few seconds, then let out a piercing scream as he was overwhelmed with the feeling. Nothing had ever tickled so bad before. His entire leg flinched roughly, almost escaping Dream’s hold.
George’s lungs weren’t able to form a laugh with the intensity of it all, so he just twisted and screamed again. Dream laughed and pulled away the brush.
“Are you okay?”, he grinned back at the boy. George broke down into laughter. He was shaking, his skin still in shock over the feeling.
“No more!”, he cried out.
“Pfft. George.”, Dream shook his head in disbelief before tightening his grip on the ankle and aiming the brush for George’s ticklish toes. The boy’s laughter cut off into silence as he spasmed underneath Dream. His foot flinched and shook. It was unbearable. Suddenly, he screamed like he was being murdered.
Dream laughed and pulled the brush away again. George squeaked and burst into hysterical laughter. It had a desperate ring to it like Dream had never heard before. He wasn’t being tickled, but the tingles left behind from the bristles were torture.
“You’re laughing now…but it tickles right? You sound insane when I do it.”, Dream asked, tinged a little with concern. He had never seen his best friend in such a state. The boy nodded through his laughter.
“Please…please…”, his whimpers broke through. Dream couldn’t help but coo.
Testingly, he pressed the bristles to George’s toes again. He squealed and pounded on the ground.
“Does that tickle?”, he asked in a baby voice. “Does it tickle tickle tickle?”. He held the foot carefully and teased the bristles into the stems and pads of his toes. The entire foot was shaking. George’s squeal was thrown up into octaves higher and higher until his outburst.
“Dream!! I hate you!!!”, he shrieked. Dream shook his head and scrubbed down the entire sole in punishment. George jolted and screamed. All he could do was thrash and lose his mind.
“Yeah? Do you?”. George’s mind tried to think of more insults, but it was clouded with the sheer intensity of the tickles. He was dizzy with it.
Dream grabbed his other foot and didn’t hesitate for one second before scrubbing it with the brush. George pattered his fists against the ground and screamed like his life depended on it.
In that moment, Sapnap unlocked the door and walked straight in on the chaos.
“Holy shit…”, he was stunned at the strange scene.
“Oh. Hi.”, Dream chuckled and released George’s feet. The boy was still helpless to the leftover tingles, now bubbling with uncontrollable laughter as the feeling continued to wash over him. Dream blushed, a bit embarrassed to be caught torturing George. The victim himself was still beside himself from the ghost tickles, barely aware of the intrusion.
“What are you doing to him?”, Sapnap asked, smiling now as he walked around them and saw George limp on the ground giggling deliriously to himself. “Tickles?”. Dream grinned and nodded, then waved the brush in the air.
“He can’t stand having this thing scrubbed against his feet.”, Dream demonstrated the action in the air. Sapnap cringed.
“Oh. Yeah, that looks brutal.”.
George flapped his hand back and grabbed onto Dream weakly. His giggles were soft and sweet.
“Man, you wrecked him.”, Sapnap whistled.
Dream slipped off of George and sat back, pulling him up into a sitting position. Instantly, George clung to him and buried his face into his neck. The smaller boy was shaky and warm, just melting into a puddle in his arms. Dream stared up at Sapnap with wide eyes, bewildered at the behavior. George nuzzled in and let out a few cutesy giggles. Dream’s hold on him tightened instinctively as a pang of affection hit his chest so hard it almost hurt.
“George, are you okay?”, he asked slowly.
“I’m okay.”, he smiled into Dream’s neck, making the younger smile as well. “That tickled…”, he murmured before giggling.
“You broke him.”, Sapnap whispered. Dream laughed a little.
“Yeah, you’re pretty tickly Georgie.”, Dream teased softly.
“Tickly…”, the boy echoed.
Sapnap helped Dream get to his feet with George still clinging to him like a baby monkey. Together, they settled on the couch and found a stream to watch.
Dream and Sapnap laughed and talked through it. George just stayed put, cuddled into Dream’s side.
He faded in and out of sleep, floating through a haze of sweet tingles that never seemed to leave his body. His head felt almost empty and his brain felt like liquid sloshing around inside. It had been such an interesting phenomenon; to feel something so intense there was nothing he could do, say, or think. His skin crawled with the aftershock, threatening to bubble out in giggles at any moment. It was weird to feel so calm and wired at the same time. All he really knew was he didn’t want to leave Dream’s arms.
