Long after the finale was off and the boys had discussed every possible topic about the episode they could, they had begun playing games again. Clue had ended rather quickly with Farkle as the victor, and after seeing his skills no one desired to play another board game with him.
"Hey, I have a fun game," Charlie said. "If you all are up for it."
"What do you mean 'up for it'?" Zay questioned.
"I saw it online," Charlie explained. "It's called gay chicken. Basically, two people have to lean in to kiss. The first person to pull away loses. You can do other stuff, too, to make the person uncomfortable, like touching their leg or rubbing their back."
Lucas was the first person to agree. "Sure, why not? I'm in."
"What could possibly go wrong?" Zay shrugged, although in his mind he had a few ideas. Dave and Yogi both showed their agreement.
"Farkle?" Charlie asked.
"Uh... I'll just watch you guys play," Farkle responded nervously. He knew how it would turn out if he participated.
"Alright, who wants to go first?"
...
The first round ended up being Dave and Zay, but Dave pulled away before they even kissed. Next was Zay and Yogi, but Yogi also dropped out when Zay put his hand on the boy's back during the kiss. Zay and Charlie kissed for some time, Zay rubbing Charlie's back and Charlie rubbing Zay's thigh, but Zay backed out when Charlie's tongue grazed his lips.
"Friar, guess you're last," Charlie said, grinning at his victory.
"Bring it, Gardner."
The idea of seeing Lucas kissing Charlie made Farkle uncomfortable. What made him more uncomfortable was seeing Lucas actually kiss the boy. It continued from there, Lucas massaging Charlie's thigh with one hand and pushing him deeper into the kiss with the other. Charlie responded by feeling up the boy's muscles - once again covered with a shirt now that the episode was off - but still neither of them backed off, so Charlie played his previous victory card and threw a little tongue into the mix, to no avail (besides making Farkle squirm and get strangely hard). Lucas slid the hand that was on Charlie's thigh up under his shirt and rubbed his back underneath it before slowly making his way down to Charlie's waistband. As Lucas's hand got close to his underwear, Charlie finally pulled away, admitting defeat.
"Guess you're the champion, Lucas," Charlie admitted, rubbing Lucas's lipstick off his mouth.
"Not so fast," Farkle said with a rush of bravery. "I want to go."
"Seriously?" Lucas asked, a bit concerned after the results of their last kiss, but Farkle was intent on being Lucas's best kiss of the night - and winning the game wouldn't be bad, either.
After their lips first touched, Farkle started early by taking Lucas's own technique of rubbing the boy's muscular back, though staying high. Lucas responded by caressing Farkle's cheek and then pushing the back of his head to deepen the kiss, adding some tongue into the mix. Refusing to let it stop there, Farkle pulled Lucas's shirt over his head, which stopped the kiss only long enough for the shirt to make it past Lucas's mouth. Once this was done, Lucas's tongue returned to Farkle's mouth and his hand to Farkle's head. Farkle took advantage of Lucas's now bare chest to feel his abs and biceps, then gently massaging his arms and quickly forgetting that this was a game and not an actual make-out session. Lucas's hand had come down to Farkle's back and slid under his shirt, feeling the skin and sending chills down Farkle's spine. Not really thinking about what he was doing, Farkle moved his hand down to Lucas's butt. Lucas quickly pulled away, wiping his mouth and snapping Farkle back to reality - the reality that Lucas was still just playing a game.
"Looks like you're the winner," Charlie said, apparently oblivious to what had just happened, which relieved Farkle, who was concerned he had gone too far.
"What's my prize?" he asked. The other guys glanced at each other.
"I don't suppose you'd want another kiss?" Charlie joked, puckering his lips.
"Uh, no," Farkle responded. Charlie laughed. "Let's just play another game."
As Zay moved to load up some suggestions on his phone, Farkle's eyes drifted to Lucas, who quickly turned away to put his shirt back on, wondering what was happening between them and unaware that Lucas was wondering the exact same thing.