“We have twenty-four hours in here. Jackson has dared us.” Cameron elaborated. He pulled out his phone and set an alarm to go off in exactly one day.

“So, what are we going to do?” Isaac asked, trying to turn on the shattered television. It crackled and sparked. Nothing appeared.

“Look at this,” Cameron called from the dining room. The large wooden table was rotten. Their matching oak chairs were hobbled and broken.

The blue wallpaper was torn and ripped from the wall. There were claw marks that scratched the wooden walls. Isaac felt an uncomfortable tingle.

“It’s a gross room.” Isaac looked confused unsure what he was supposed to be noticing.

“No. This.” Cameron pointed at a picture hanging above the table.

Jackson and Isaac followed his finger. Both stopped in their tracks. Three men had their arms wrapped around each other. They had to be the same ages as Cameron, Isaac, and Jackson. They looked identical to them. They were wearing dark suits except for the Jackson look-alike. He was dressed flamboyantly in a flowered vest.

“That is weird. I guess we have common appearances.” Jackson looked closer at the picture, scared.

“Come on now. All three of us are very sexy. Our looks are unique. This is weird. Maybe ghosts don’t haunt this place, but something is up.” Cameron broke the glass frame and pocketed the picture.

“It’s a coincidence. Let’s find something to do,” Isaac responded, wanting to escape the room.

They spread throughout the first floor looking for games or cards but came up empty. The house was utterly abandoned. So abandoned that there was not a thing to do in it. Isaac thought that though a ghost may not kill him, boredom would.

Isaac’s mind wandered to some of their banter. He wondered if the sexual jokes before were mere banter. Maybe they were all into men.

“There is nothing here.” Jackson sat in the middle of the living room on a blanket he had spread out. He ran his hands through his hair and looked around him.

“We don’t even have a bottle to play spin the bottle.” Isaac tested his hypothesis that they were all attracted to men. He wanted to see if someone said they didn’t have women to play with. Jackson quirked his brow at him but said nothing. Cameron came over to the two of them.

“We don’t need a bottle to play kissing games.” Cameron looked hopefully at them.

Isaac's heart quickened at this. He even allowed himself to openly check out Cameron. Cameron unleashed one of those ridiculous grins.

“How do we decide who we are kissing? I want to kiss you.” Jackson lay on the blanket gazing at Cameron, his uniform riding up his chest showing his incredible abs and V-line. Isaac hardened at Jackson's body. Isaac refused to admit he yearned to kiss Jackson.

“I want to kiss Cameron, too,” Isaac responded instead. It was equally true. Cameron looked at them, a sly grin appearing. Those dimples would be the end of him.

Without a word, Cameron moved to Jackson and kissed him. It was not a silly cheeky kiss like Isaac had seen in party games. It was passionate and intense. Cameron had his hand under Jackson’s neck. Their bodies pressed together. It was clear the kiss involved a lot of tongue as they both were moaning into one another. Isaac would have thought he would feel the jealous spark reemerge. Instead, he felt a burning erupt in him. He loved seeing the two of them together.

Cameron came up for air and grabbed Isaac. He kissed him with equal intensity. Isaac gasped. Cameron knew what he was doing. Cameron parted his mouth expertly with his soft lips. Their tongues intertwined. Isaac felt Cameron’s hands hug him tightly. Their bodies began rubbing together. Both were completely hard. He could feel Cameron’s erection rubbing against his own.

Cameron separated and smiled at them. “I believe it is now your turn,” Cameron encouraged, gesturing to Jackson and Isaac to kiss.

Isaac decided not to wait for some witty remark from Jackson that could change the mood. Isaac marched across the room. He grabbed Jackson by his annoyingly hot soccer uniform and kissed him. He expected it to be quick and expressionless.

The kiss erupted in another form of passion. It was not the same soft heat as with Cameron. Jackson and Isaac’s tongues were fighting with one another, their bodies straddling together. It was as if the stubbornness in their conversations had come to define this kiss. Both wanted dominance.