It's S-E-A-N (Septicplier)

Craig Is One Unlucky Bastard

The boys were sat in various spots on the couch and floor. Some laps were being used as seats. The video games had been discarded and forgotten. "We should play strip poker!" Jonathan jumped up, and knocked Evan off his lap in the process. Evan glared up at Jonathan.

"I don't know how to play poker." Evan stated.

"Yeah, I don't either." Craig chimed.

"Same." Tyler mumbled as he stared at his phone.

"I don't even have cards." Mark announced.

"Fine, we'll play strip Jenga." Jonathan grinned.

"You're delirious if you think I'm getting naked in front of all of you." Sean crossed his arms. Jonathan grinned wider.

"We don't have to get fully naked." Jonathan clarified. "Just underwear." Jonathan smirked and Evan smacked him. Everyone glanced at each other fearfully. This was not a good plan.

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This is how the boys found themselves in a circle, playing strip Jenga. "So the rules are simple. Whoever makes the tower fall, has to take off an article of clothing." Jonathan explains.

"How many games are we going to play?" Sean asked.

"As many as it takes until someone's in only their boxers." Around half of the boys groaned. The other half was waiting to see the boys in their underwear.

"For some reason, I don't trust you." Craig looked skeptical. Jonathan just grinned.

And he probably shouldn't.

Sean stared at the tower of blocks in front of him. His brows furrowed in concentration.  "It's fucking Jenga. Not rocket science." Tyler barked. "Hurry up."

"Someone's in a hurry to get naked." Evan smirked.

"Nobody is getting naked in my house." Mark laughed.

"Only you and Sean. Right?" Jonathan teased. Mark rolled his eyes and Sean frowned. Sean removed a piece from the middle.

"Finally!" Tyler cheered. "Your turn, Mini."  Craig went for a block closer to the top. He pulled it out- and the top came crashing down with it.

"Are you fucking serious?!" Craig yelled. "This was literally the second block. Everyone laughed and Craig pulled his shoe off.

They set the game back up. This round lasted longer. The boys all went except for Craig. His turn was next. Sean had pulled from the top, as well as Mark. Jonathan pulled one from the right. Tyler took from the left and Evan took one from the bottom middle. It was Craig's turn. He grabbed a block on the right side. He was more careful this time. He tried so hard, but in the end, it didn't matter. The tower once again came tumbling down. Welp, there went his other shoe.

By the end of the night, all of the guys were fully dressed. Well except for Craig. Craig hadn't had the best luck. In fact, his luck was kind of horrible. Every round he played he managed to knock the tower down. Whether he went first or last, nobody else knocked the tower down. It fell one last time. The blocks hit the floor with a satisfying noise. Everyone looked to Craig, who sat shirtless. Jonathan grinned evilly. Mark and Sean looked stared at him pitifully. Evan was indifferent. And Tyler glared at Jonathan. Something about everyone about to see his boyfriend practically naked put him in a bad mood. "Fuck no!" Craig shouted. "I'm not taking my pants off!"

"You're not playing fair!" Jonathan shouted back.

"That's because the game is rigged!" Craig accused.

"How the fuck do you rig Jenga?" Evan asked?

"I dunno! But it is!" Craig couldn't back up his claim. But there was no way he lost that many times.

"A deal's a deal." Jonathan smirked.

"Stop pressuring my boyfriend to take his pants off." Tyler growled.

"Guys, Mrs, Walters is going to come back." Mark warned.

Everyone started shouting over each other. "Just take your fucking pants off!" Sean shouted over them all. That shut them up. Craig frowned and grudgingly took off his pants. The boys decided to have fun with Craig. They cheered and whistled. Craig blushed and looked to Tyler for help, but Tyler was still moping. Craig cursed whatever force that was out to get him.