"Miss Peacock, in the Dining Room, with the rope." Nervously picking up the murderer's wallet, Jacob looked inside and threw the cards at George. "No! Are you kidding me?!"
"You'll never win against me at Cluedo," George gloated, starting to pack away the board pieces, "I'm just too damn good."
"Or I'm just too damn trash," Jacob shrugged, shuffling over and nestling into George's chest. "Your skills are subjective to which idot you play against."
"Shhh, let me believe I'm a pro. My last two brain cells can't handle the harsh reality."
"Hey, speaking of brain cells... I've got an idea for a video. You want to be in it?"
"Sure, honey," George replied, smirking as he blushed at his nickname. "What's it about?"
"Okay, so I was thinking Minecraft, but it's cursed, and one of us controls the keyboard, one controls the mouse."
"Oh God, my brain cells," George groaned, shoving the board game box under their bed. "We can give it a try, at least."
Switching on their pc and loading up Minecraft, Jacob shrugged. "I'm sure it'll be fine!"
Famous last words, and all that...
"TURN YOUR HEAD! TURN AROUND YOU IDOT, THERE'S A-" George put his head in his hands as the respawn menu filled their screen.
Addressing the camera and squeezing George's hand under the desk, Jacob grimaced. "I can't handle any more of this, so we'll stop here. Let's say... how many likes for a part 2, Spifey?"
"Ten thousand likes, and we'll defeat the Ender Ocelot."
"That hurts my brain so much," Jacob laughed, rolling his eyes. "Fine, if you guys get ten thousand likes, then we'll defeat the Ender Ocelot. Thank you all soooo much for watching, I hope you enjoyed, and I'll see you all... next time!"
Ending the recording, he slid onto George's lap. "Why are we so terrible working together?!"
"Because you're a stubborn flip flop with negative 14 braincells? Duh," George teased, pulling him closer.
Jacob growled playfully, kissing him roughly as their breathing quickened. He slid his fingers under the bottom of George's shirt, starting to pull it off - but two hands clamped around his own, pulling them away. "Aww, why can't I?"
"Are you really that distracted? There's someone at the door, you idot," George grumbled, nodding his head in that direction. His face was flushed deep red, and his eyes were trained to the floor.
"If you guys aren't too busy snogging each other's faces off, we're going out."
"Oh, hey Vincent," Jacob grinned, turning back to George. "I was just about to take advantage of Mister Bashful here. You want to join us?"
"As fun as that sounds, I'll pass. We're going out for doughnuts, so put your baguettes away and come with us."
Spluttering and hiding his face in his hands, George pushed Jacob off of his lap. "We'll be down in a minute." As the door closed, he spun around and faced him. "Why did you say that?!"
"Say what?"
"You know exactly what, Jake. I don't want to... that would be my first - I don't want my first time to be a... threesome... with a French man, okay?" He closed his eyes, avoiding eye contact with him and cringing into the chair.
"Wait..." Pulling him up and slipping his arms around his waist, Jacob frowned. "Your first time?"
"No need to sound so shocked," George mumbled. "I haven't really... um, well... you were my other firsts, too, I guess."
Stretching up and pulling his head down, Jacob brought their lips back together. "You're adorable."
"I'm not adorable!" George protested, pulling away.
"You're so adorable." Pausing for a second, Jacob looked up into his eyes. "Was I your first kiss, too?"
"Yes. Now leave me alone, it's not that big of a deal."
"Fine, but only if you promise we're not going to end up with boring sex our first time, Bambi."
George flushed at the nickname. "There's a boring kind of sex?!"
"Wow, you really are clueless," Jacob sighed, pushing him down onto the bed and sitting on his lap. A slow smile crept across his face, and he pushed George back onto the pillows, kneeling just above him. "I guess I'll just have to show you some examples, then."
"Oh, God..."
"He can't help you now," Jacob smirked, letting his fingertips trace shapes on George's neck and watching him squirm. He started to suck lightly on the skin in the hollow above his collarbone, tugging at his shirt.
Getting the hint, George shyly pulled it off and shivered as the kisses trailed further down, onto his chest. "That tickles."
Giggling, Jacob lifted his head. "Well I'm having fun at least, even if you're not." He slid his hands further down, gripping George's hips as he bit his shoulder. This time he reacted, his breathing speeding up as he pulled them closer to each other. "Ooh, so you like pain? This should be fun..." Tightening his grip, Jacob started to bite down harder and harder, letting his hands roam across his chest.
George started to pant, writhing underneath him as he closed his eyes and moaned quietly. He dug his fingers into Jacob's skin, leaving red marks and blushing when he earned a small whimper from him. Feeling more confident, he flipped them over so he was straddling Jacob's hips, pinning his arms to the mattress. "This is much more fun than Cluedo."
"Oh no, I've broken you, Bambi," Jacob grinned, looking ruefully at his trapped hands. He felt George react to his nickname and let his eyes drop to his pelvis. "Do you like it when I call you that, honey? You're not very innocent, though, are you? You're my-"
His words were cut off as George shoved his shirt into his mouth. "Shut up, you're the one currently trapped underneath me." His eyes sparkling, he leaned down and bit Jacob's lip, pressing his teeth into it until he drew blood. Moaning through the makeshift gag, Jacob arched his back and tried to free his arms, but George's grip was impossible to break. "You're not going anywhere," he smirked, "it's my turn now."
Pacing in the hallway below, Vincent sighed. He couldn't wait any longer, so he stormed up the stairs and across the landing. Not bothering to knock, he kicked open the door to Jacob and George's room - only to be met with the sight of Jacob, a gag shoved in his mouth, being pinned to the bed by a topless, hard George. "What the fuck are you guys doing?!"
George froze, flushing scarlet and letting go of Jacob's arms. "I can explain-"
Sighing, Vincent grabbed his arm and yanked him off of Jacob. "I don't care. I'm not letting you blow each other's brains out, you said you'd come out with us. Get your sorry arses downstairs right now, we're going for doughnuts whether you like it or not."
Pulling the shirt out of his mouth, Jacob walked casually over to the door and headed down the stairs. He could hear George's footsteps behind him, soft and subdued, and he turned, taking his hand. "Next time you decide to rape me, lock the door first, okay?"
"Wait - WHAT?! I DIDN'T TRY TO-"
Cutting him off with a kiss, Jacob grinned. "Sure you didn't, Bambi."
"Don't call me that..." George hissed, looking away. He felt a hand slip under the waistband of his jeans and inhaled sharply, almost tripping over.
"And what happens if I do...?"
"Stop, please," George pleaded, his eyes wide, "it - it hurts..."
Bursting into laughter, Jacob glanced downwards. "You've got yourself into quite a state," he spluttered, shaking his head. Slipping an arm around his waist, he whispered into his ear, "We'll take my car. I can drive with one hand, you know..."
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Okay, so!
Sorry for the long wait for the next part guys, I've been planning the plot for the rest of this book!
I think I've finally got something halfway decent, so I'm ready to start writing and see where the story naturally ends up.
I hope you enjoyed!
Nadia ❤️