"What do you want, nerd?"

Slipping his arms around Dave's waist, Vincent joked, "I want you. But other than that, I'll have a double chocolate."

"That was the worst line I've ever heard," Dave laughed, ordering their iced doughnuts and drinks. Taking them over to the big table in the corner, he set down the tray and pulled him onto his lap.

"You know you loved it really," Vincent murmured, scooping a bunch of chocolate icing onto his finger and offering it to him.

Licking it off, Dave frowned slightly. "How come the others aren't here yet?"

"Those two," Vincent pointed to Clay and Ally, who had rode there in the same car as them, "can't make their minds up. And Jacob's presumably taking a detour on the way so he can pleasure George," he shrugged.

"Wait, WHAT?!"

"Oh, did I not tell you?" Vincent blushed slightly. "I told them to come out with us, then when I went back to get them to hurry up, George was trying to rape Jacob." He smirked, interlacing their fingers. "It was kind of hot, to be honest. Maybe we could try something like that sometime."

"You're gross. Eat your God damn doughnut and stop being such a horny European," Dave groaned, pushing him off of his lap.

"So it that a no...?"

"Is what a no?" Putting down a tray and sitting down opposite them, Clay tilted his head curiously to one side.

"Nothing!" Cringing, Dave kicked Vincent under the table. He just winked at him, swirling his straw in his drink.

"You still haven't said no, you know."

"Shut up, nerd. We can try it, but only if you stop going on about it."

"Yesss! You're being the rapist, though. I liked it when you tied me up last time," Vincent giggled, shoving the rest of his doughnut in his mouth.

"Oh my God," Dave cringed, banging his forehead on the table, "I know Technoblade never dies and all that, but at least dying is better than this conversation..."

Awkward silence fell between the four of them, and Ally, who had come over at the worst time possible, excused herself to escape to the toilets. "I'll leave you boys to sort out... whatever the hell that was."

As soon as she was out of earshot, Clay demanded, "What kind of freaky shit are you guys doing in your room?!"

Vincent smirked lazily, starting to tell him, but Dave clamped his hand over his mouth. "Don't you dare," he growled, giving him a death stare. Turning to Clay, he gave him a pleading look. "Can you just forget he opened his big mouth?"

"Sure," Clay sniggered, "I'd rather you spare me the mental scarring, anyways."

As silence fell between them, the front door swung open and Jacob sauntered in, followed by a flushed George. They ordered two blueberry muffins, coming over to sit with the others and talking in low voices.

"Why is nobody talking?" George frowned, taking a bite of his muffin and pulling Jacob into his arms. The others just looked away, and he tensed slightly, hugging him tighter.

Catching Dave's eye over his coffee mug, Vincent wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and made him burst out laughing. "You... made me... choke!" Dave managed, lapsing into a coughing fit.

Vincent rolled his eyes, fiddling absently with the delicate ring on his finger. "Speaking of choking... where were you guys all this time?"

"We got lost," Jacob lied smoothly, shrugging.

Vincent just laughed, gesturing to George, who looked like he was about to combust. "Oh, really? Because your boyfriend looks like he's going to burst into flames. Tell me, Spoofy, did that little detour feel good? Did the scenery make you moan? Did you make a mess of yourself?" Grinning evilly, he leaned closer. "Did Daddy Nature lick you clean?"

"Shut up." Closing his eyes, George turned deep scarlet.

"What's gotten into you today, nerd?" Dave demanded, kicking him under the table again. "Leave them alone, or he'll be getting more than you." Miming locking his lips and looking at the wall, Vincent pouted.

"Don't blush, Bambi," Jacob sniggered, shoving more of his muffin into his mouth. "I don't blame you, the trees on the side of the road were pretty damn sexy."

Thumping him on the arm, George giggled. "Leave me alone, 'Daddy Nature'."

"Are you guys serious?! Are you not capable of talking of something other than sex?" Ally scowled, flopping back down onto the seat. "I literally hid in the toilets for ten minutes!"

"Tell that to Zelky," Vincent retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. "Although actually, I've got something else we can talk about."

"And what would that be, a6dickhead?" Jacob clenched his fists, leaning forwards in his seat.

"Ooh, yes daddy, call me that agai-"

His teasing was cut off by George's hands clamping around his throat. Choking him roughly, he muttered menacingly, "He's MINE."

Struggling to breathe but still being a cheeky bugger, Vincent winked and let out a loud moan. Jumping away as if he'd been burned, George grimaced.

"Oh, for God's sake," Ally complained, "this is going to be a shit story if all you guys do is try to fuck each other the whole time."

"What are you going on about?" Clay asked tiredly, rubbing his temples. To be honest, he was getting sick of their constant sexual tension as well. "What story...?"

"Don't worry about it."

Breaking the confused silence, Vincent piped up, "I actually did have an idea, though. I was thinking that we have a little competition."

"Sounds fun. But doing what?" George asked, giving him a curious look.

"Okay, so each couple makes a joint server, and you work together on it to - well, I guess to try and get loads of players. No staff, just you two, so you have to install your own plugins, make your map and run events. We could probably leave them running for a while, then at a random time see which one had the most players online and that server wins?"

"Does this include us?" Ally fiddled nervously with her hair, not sure if she was going to be included or not.

"Well yeah, you're with Clay. I feel a bit sorry for him, actually," Vincent shrugged, turning to face him, "but I guess it's your own fault for not getting with a gay minecrafter like a normal person."

"Oh, thanks... I guess I'll just have to do everything. Although," Clay smirked, "I did see Ally's amazing one block jump skills, so she can help with the parkour section."

"You're damn right I can!" Ally's face lit up and she sat up straight - then her expression faltered. "You'll, um... you'll have to show me how to put down the cubes first though."

"This is going to be so painful," Clay groaned, kissing her cheek. "We'll try our best, at least."

"You got any ideas, Zelky?"

Smiling and snuggling into George's chest, Jacob smiled. "I like that name..."

"More or less than Jacob?"

"More. Much more," Jacob sighed, "I don't really like being called by my name, to be honest."

"Why didn't you say before, you idot?" Pulling Ja- ZELK back into his lap, he hugged his torso tightly.

"I didn't want to cause a fuss, I guess..."

"You're not 'causing a fuss', honey," George retorted, downing the rest of his drink and thinking for a minute. "I've got some good ideas for our server, at least."

"Oh, cool. I've got some too," Ja- ZELK offered, "we can work out some sort of middle ground."

"Oh - okay, that works too..."

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Okay, so!

Hope you guys enjoyed Part 3! I promise there'll be an actual story line soon, not just horny gamers messing around the whole time...

See you in the next part,

Nadia ❤️