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Two More Hours, We Just Getting Started.... Pt 2!

Scott sighed, walking towards the supply closet.

Typically, Vincent was already there. Accompanied by Fritz, Mike and Jeremy.

Scott glared at them.

"I-I'm k-keeping t-track of the t-time..." Jeremy explained.

"I'm here to laugh at you," Mike shrugged.

"Time starts.... now!" Vincent grabbed Scott's tie and yanked him into the small room.

"Ack-" Scott stumbled into the room and the door slammed behind them.

"I give him half an hour," Fritz said, taking a break from the donut he was attacking.

Mike snorted. "I give him two minutes, max."

Fritz nodded, "Deal," and continued to eat.

--

Vincent slammed Scott up against the back wall. "Well, well~ What to do first?~"

Scott blushed and tried to make up excuses, "V-Vincent... you know everything we do is going to be recorded..."

Vincent shrugged, "I don't mind the idea of an audience~"

"A-Any other place and time, Vincent. But not here, not now..." Scott said.

Vincent raised an eyebrow, "I might just take you up on that offer~"

"Only if you let me go now," Scott said, with no intention of ever letting him do that.

"...Alright. Deal..." Vincent didn't step away. "But on one condition~"

"What's that?" Scott asked.

"You've got to let me have at least a little fun...~" Vincent purred.

Scott blushed and rolled his eyes. "Step back."

Confused, Vincent did as asked.

Scott reached for the latch on the bottom of his phone-head and unclipped it. He took it off.

Vincent's eyes widened. "And exactly how long have you been able to do that for?"

"A while."

Vincent grinned and pinned him on the wall again. "Let's see...what do do first?~"

--

Mike looked down at his watch. It had been one hour and fifty-nine minutes. Good enough.

Without warning, he barged into the room.

Vincent and Scott were standing there breathlessly. Vincent's hair was undone and around his shoulders, Scott's hair was everywhere, and his tie was loose around his neck. They were both blushing, though Scott much more than Vincent.

Mike was slightly disappointed not to have busted them at doing anything. "Well. That's anticlimatic."

Vincent raised an eyebrow. "What were you hoping to see, Mikey?~"

Scott glared, "You really think I'd let him do that to me?"

Mike shrugged. "You never know. You might have. In any case, you can come out now. Also, Scott, you've got a normal head again."

Scott nodded, "The phone's a mask. You could say it's a gift from the fangirls..." So saying, he picked up the mask and placed it back on. He straightened his tie and re-tucked his shirt in.

Vincent re-did his ponytail. Although he kind of liked his hair out, it did get in the way.

Scott walked out of the cupboard. "Thank goodness that's over."

Best two hours of my life~