((Ha I've wanted to write this for ages I was just waiting for someone else to suggest it ;). I knuuu this is supposed to be between Vin/Scott but I had to put some extras in just because of their reactions. Also so I can be mean to other ships muhahaha.))

The entire gang were sitting in a circle around the glass bottle. Scott, Vincent, Mike and even Jeremy. It was surprising that Mike had suggested it, since they were all guys, and Scott knew that Mike and Jeremy were straight. Though Mike was probably more heteroflexible - "mostly straight", as they called it. Straight, but not afraid of a little homosexuality every now and again.

Mike leaned over and spun the bottle. Scott's heart did a little flip as he watched it go round. Vincent was sitting directly opposite him which meant if the bottle landed on him... he crossed his fingers as it spun. Please don't, please don't, please don't. And yet there was that annoying voice in the back of his head, the one that made Scott's heart skip a beat when he saw his purple companion, that was now crying out please do! Please do! Please do! He pushed it out of his thoughts.

Luckily it landed on Mike and Jeremy. Jeremy leaned in quickly and pecked Mike on the forehead - they'd made it a rule that you could do that if you wanted, seeing as Vincent was the only one who technically identified himself as gay - and Mike did the same.

Scott and Mike switched places to make it a little more interesting and they spun the bottle again. This time it landed on Vincent, who looked up to see Mike sitting across from him. Both Mike and Vincent pulled a face. "Oh, great," Vincent said sourly. "Of course you had to go and switch places with Scott."

"Just close your eyes and pretend he's me," Mike said sarcastically.

Vincent grinned like a shark and suddenly pulled Mike in, actually kissing him on the lips.

Scott tried to ignore the ever so slight tinge of longing that he felt and looked away to silence it.

Mike pulled away and stuck out his tongue. "Groooosssss..."

Vincent sat back down where he was sitting before, "Quit your whining, you were the one who asked me to pretend you were Scott."

Mike turned to Scott, "You're in for a ride, Scott. He might be the world's biggest purple freak, but he's not a bad kisser."

Scott didn't reply, just rolled his eyes.

They played a couple more rounds, most of them uneventful. Scott had gotten Mike at one point but he didn't mind. Long as it wasn't Vincent. Mike had decided to kiss Scott straight on the lips right in front of Vincent, just to see his reaction, which had Vincent glaring jealous daggers at Mike for the rest of the night and Scott sheepishly admitting to himself that he may have possibly thought about Vincent during it. Scott didn't pay much attention to who was sitting where anymore, they just kind of randomly switched about. The bottle came to a stop, and Scott realised it was pointing to him. He didn't even get a chance to see who was on the other end of it when a flash of purple pinned him to the floor.

Oh, great.

Vincent grinned, wasting no time in hearing Scott protest and crashing their lips together. Scott's eyes widened and he blushed darkly. He felt his heartbeat race so fast he thought it would burst, and against his will, he felt himself slowly melt into the kiss, his eyes fluttering closed and holding on to Vincent tightly.

After a while, Vincent pulled away for air, leaving both of them blushing and panting ever so slightly.

Scott slowly began to realise that everybody else was staring at them, gaping. Embarrassed, he shoved Vincent off of him and cleared his throat as if he hadn't just been full on making out with the oddly-coloured guard. "W-Well...thank goodness that's over..."

Mike had a smug look on his face as he raised an eyebrow. "There is some craaaazy sexual tension between you two." 

Scott's mind chimed in with what he didn't dare say out loud, his whole body still tingling from the experience. You don't say.