Come On, Baby! Let's Do the Twist!

July 28, 2000

"What the fuck was that?"
Jesse looked up from tying his boot to see Sean storming into the dressing room, face flushed and eyes glittering with anger.
"What do you mean?"
Sean Waltman paced back and forth in his customary frenetic way, hair whipping about him as he spun to measure the length of the floor. "I just happened to hear a snippet of your little commentary during my match."
Jesse quickly ducked his head to hide the smirk on his face, continuing with his boot-tying, his voice neutral as he responded. "I don't know what you mean."
"Oh, bullshit, don't give me that," Sean snorted, wrenching off his sweat-dampened tights and going to work on his own boots. "I heard that little remark about going after me whether I won the Hard Core title or not. Also that little comment about how you think you're better than me."
Jesse looked up quickly, then away, swallowing as he tried to get the image of a naked, angrily pacing Sean out of his mind...without success. He sternly ordered his thoughts and body to behave themselves...without much success there either. He could already feel himself growing harder than granite in his jeans. "I never said that I was better than you. That was King."
"But you didn't correct him," Sean shot back, halting in front of Jesse, hands on hips and a sulky expression on his boyishly handsome features. "I thought we weren't going to compete against each other. It would only interfere with our tag team goals."
Jesse could feel Sean's heat and attempted to ignore it. Christ, he wished the kid wouldn't parade himself so blatantly around him. He just didn't know what kind of state that always left him in.
"I don't see anything wrong with a little friendly rivalry, Sean," Jesse reasoned, picking at a loose thread of his jeans, refusing to look at him when he was so...bare-assed. "I think it would only make the team better."
"Not when it comes down to us fighting over who's better than the other. Hard feelings get in the way."
Jesse steeled himself and peeked up at Sean, instantly regretting it since Sean's hips were in perfect alignment with his face. He cleared his throat and stood up, casually moving to the vanity where he began taping up his wrists. 'Hard' feelings were already in the way if the discomfort between his legs was anything to go by.
"I just don't see anything wrong with challenging ourselves, is all," Jesse said, frowning at the husky note in his voice. He hoped Sean hadn't noticed.
"Great. Fine. We can challenge other tag teams. We don't have to upset the applecart with this crap."
Jesse half-turned toward Sean. "What's the matter, Waltman? Afraid you'll find out that I really am better than you?" Jesse was inwardly aghast at himself. He hadn't meant to say that, but he couldn't take it back now and he couldn't apologize either. Damned pride.
Sean glared at him, tossing his hair over his shoulder.. "You're full of shit, you know that?"
"Am I?" Jesse taunted, unable to prevent the little devil on his shoulder from prodding him on.
"You're damned straight," Sean snapped, bouncing up onto the balls of his feet.
"Then why don't you put your money where your big mouth is?" What was this little devil doing? He didn't want to fight with Sean.
Sean crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his head, eyes narrowed. "And just what do you have in mind?"
Jesse wanted to say 'forget it. I was only kidding', but what came out of his mouth astonished both of them.
"I challenge you to a Twister game."
Sean stared at him, mouth agape, eyes wide with surprise, which probably mirrored his own expression.
"Huh?"
Jesse shook his head in disbelief, but the outrageous words spilled from his lips once more, no less shocking with the repetition.
"I challenge you to a Twister game...tonight...in my hotel room."
Sean imitated his gesture and shook his head. "You're nuts."
Jesse was inclined to agree, but he shrugged and waited for Sean's answer.
"Well, shit, this is stupid, but I accept." Sean bounded over to Jesse and grabbed his hand, shaking it vigorously. "You're on. How about after the show, around, say, 11 o'clock?"
Jesse nodded, unable to speak at the moment, the sight of Sean's lean body flexing and twitching sending jolts of lust through him. Sean clapped him on the shoulder and swung away, heading for the bathroom.
Jesse let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding and sank onto the couch, his knees suddenly weak. What the fuck was he going to do? There was just no way he could bear playing a game in which the players invariably ended up in a tangled heap. He didn't think he could take being that close to Sean and not screw the hell out of him.

Jesse glanced at the clock for the fifth time in as many minutes, fiddling with the cover to the Twister game nervously. He'd gone out right after the show and picked up the electronic version of it, figuring they'd need it since there wasn't an extra person to flick the arrow on the board. He sipped at his second beer, staring sightlessly at the wall ahead of him, wondering what would happen that night. Would he finally be able to show Sean just how he felt, or would they end up in a stupid argument as they had been doing lately?
He was brought out of his musings by a rapid knock on the door. He nearly choked on the swallow of beer he'd taken and stood up, smoothing his suddenly sweaty palms on his jeans before stepping to the door and opening it.
Sean bounced into the room, chattering away, Jesse not hearing a word as he drank in the sight of Sean in tight leather pants and a sleeveless black T-shirt, both displaying his considerable assets to near perfection. The only thing that would complete it would be to rip those clothes off him.
"OK. Gimme a beer and I'm ready," Sean said, hopping up and down like a pogo stick, cracking his knuckles and whistling through his teeth in anticipation.
Jesse went over to the mini-bar and tossed Sean a can of brew and went to the bed where the box lay. He lifted the top and drew out the game, fitting the batteries into the electronic part and handing it to Sean to figure out how to work it. He took the plastic sheet with the colored dots and spread it out on the floor, then kicked off his shoes. He glanced at Sean who was sitting on the edge of the bed, pressing buttons and frowning in concentration.
"Got it?"
Sean shook his head, grunting in annoyance. "Damned thing won't work."
Jesse sidled over to him, taking the console from him. "Well, you shit-for-brains, you have to turn it on first." He switched it on and quickly set it. "OK. Take your shoes off and let's get started on this thing."
"Wait a minute. How do we know who wins?" Jesse rolled his eyes. "We'll do a best of 5. How's that?"
Sean considered this and nodded. "OK. Let's do it!"
The game was fairly easy in the beginning, each able to reach their dots without mishap. It was about the fourteenth turn in when Jesse was straining to reach his right hand on a green dot that he abruptly collapsed, bringing Sean with him. They laughed breathlessly as they picked themselves up, Jesse wryly penciling on a piece of paper 'Sean 1'. They set up for the second game after taking a long swig of their beers. Around the nineteenth turn as Sean stretched across Jesse to put his left hand on a red dot, his perspiration-slicked palm slipped and he went down with a curse.
"Fuck!" Sean growled, rising to his feet. "I can't play with these tight clothes on. It's restricting my movements." He proceeded to strip them off, much to Jesse's chagrin. "There, that's better."
Jesse watched as Sean did some squats and rolled his shoulders to loosen himself up. Lawd-a-mighty, the kid looked even more sexy in his black cotton boxers, the fabric molding to his taut little ass with each squat. He drank down his beer and went to get another one. He had a feeling that he'd clean out the fridge before the night was out.
They were about to start the third game when Sean gestured to Jesse's clothes. "You gonna take those off?"
Jesse, no matter how hard he tried, couldn't stop the hot flush that rose to his cheeks. "Um...I'm okay."
Sean pushed his lower lip out and blue a lock of hair off his forehead. "Bullshit. Those jeans are so tight, I'm surprised they haven't split before now. C'mon, take 'em off and let's get on with this."
Jesse hesitated, debating whether to refuse again, but Sean stood there, smiling in that smug way that set his back up. He shrugged, trying to act as if it were no big deal and took off his pants, pulling off the shirt since he'd look pretty silly in briefs and a T-shirt.
They were halfway into the game when Jesse started to notice the way Sean seemed to brush himself against him unnecessarily. At one point, when he'd been trying to reach a blue dot with his left foot, he could have sworn he felt a hand smooth over his calf, but since he was in the wrong position to see Sean, and it had happened so quick, he couldn't be sure he'd felt it at all. However, a few turns later, he knew he felt Sean's bare foot glide up between his legs to rub against his cock. He folded like a house of cards, the contact turning his bones to warm mush.
"I do believe I'm one-up on you," Sean drawled, rolling onto his hands and knees and grinning at him through his tousled hair.
Jesse gulped, incapable of moving for the moment, knowing that he'd embarrass himself if he did. He was grateful when Sean went to snag his beer, allowing Jesse to gather himself and get up. He looked down and noted with dismay that he was sporting a halacious hard-on that tented the front of his underwear conspicuously. There was no way he could hide that! He tried to think of an excuse to call off the game and get Sean out of his room without him catching on to his dilemma. But before he could even think of anything, Sean came up behind him and pressed a cold can against his back, making Jesse yelp and whirl around in startlement. Sean smirked, taking a swig of his beer and flicking his eyes over his partner, freezing on the noticeable bulge in Jesse's briefs. He studied it for a moment, absently darting his tongue in and out of the hole of the can. Jesse groaned inwardly at the erotic sight, a slight tremor rippling beneath his skin. He felt prickly and hot and unsure of what he should do next. He wanted to dive for the bed and wrap himself in the blankets, but he was paralyzed to the spot. Sean's dark eyes finally met his and he smiled wickedly, a winged brow quirking slightly.
"I can see you have a...problem there," he murmured, rolling from his heels to the balls of his feet.
"It's nothing," Jesse replied hastily, starting to turn away.
"Mmmm, nothing, huh?" Sean strode over to him and boldly cupped him. "Feels like a pretty big nothing to me."
Jesse jumped as if goosed and caught Sean's wrist, a pained expression on his face. "Don't."
Sean moved closer until their bodies were mere centimeters from each other. "Don't?"
Jesse quivered at the heat rolling off Sean, his own unique scent wafting toward him, sending a flood of desire roiling through his veins to settle with a thud in his lower abdomen. He blinked at the smaller man, only able to croak, "Please..."
Sean set his beer aside, never taking his eyes from Jesse's. "Please what? Please stop...or please keep going?"
"I don't know," Jesse whimpered helplessly as Sean's hand began exploring him through the material of his underwear. He couldn't think coherently when he was doing that. He didn't want to think at all!
Sean plastered his body against Jesse, fastening his mouth to the pulsepoint in his throat. His arms went around his waist, his hands massaging the tense muscles of Jesse's back as he grazed his teeth over his collarbone.
Jesse shuddered at the feel of Sean's luscious lips nibbling a path down his chest to an already stiffened nipple. "Sean...I...we shouldn't...oh, Christ!" He gasped as Sean's mouth enclosed the tight bud, his tongue sweeping over it rapidly before he settled down to suckling. His hand glided down to grasp Jesse's ass, his fingers digging into him as he ground his hips maddeningly against him.
"Sean, dammit! " Jesse managed. "We're supposed to be playing this game, remember? To decide who's better?"
Sean lifted his head and leered at Jesse. "I have a more enjoyable way to find that out."
Jesse's mind was half-lit as he asked, "What's that?"
"Who gives better head...who's the better fucker...how does that grab you?"
It grabbed Jesse right in the groin. He moaned as Sean guided him to the bed, nudging the game box onto the floor and shoving Jesse onto the mattress, climbing up to straddle his chest. Somewhere along the way he'd discarded his boxers, his thick shaft only inches from Jesse's mouth.
"Why don't you give me your best blowjob," Sean whispered, arching his hips to entice Jesse.
Jesse stared at the glistening tip of Sean's cock hungrily for a moment, then up at Sean. "You sure you want this?"
Sean smiled crookedly, lacing his fingers behind Jesse's neck and tugging him forward. "I've never been so sure about anything in my life. Suck me, Doggy>"
Jesse wasted no time in obliging, pressing the flat of his tongue against the silky heat, tasting the salty-sweet precome. He curled it around the head, drawing it into his mouth, giving just the barest amount of suction as his fingers trailed down the length to ease between Sean's thighs, fondling his sensitive balls.
"Ahh, God!" Sean hissed, his face growing tight with the pleasure of it. His hips jerked his head falling back to expose the vulnerable column of his throat. "That's good...so good..."
Jesse watched his features intently, fascinated by the play of emotions skittering over them. He inched more of Sean into his moist depths, feeling the hot pulsing against his tongue, relishing the flavor and texture of his dark partner. When he was fully sheathed, Jesse began to bob on him in slow, teasing strokes, gently sucking, lightly grazing his teeth up the length until it caught on the ridge beneath the head, then sank down again, tightening his throat muscles on him, gratified to hear Sean moaning in response.
"Oh, Jesus...you've got a sweet mouth...mmmmm...more...yeah, like that...oh, Jesse...."
Jesse increased his suction, moving a little faster, sliding his hands around to clasp Sean's ass, urging him to rock his hips into the strokes. He was feeling the dire need to taste Sean's release on his tongue and worked diligently to make that happen, humming as he sensed that Sean was about to spill, encouraging him with lips, teeth and tongue.
"Oh, yes...Jesse...I'm gonna come...God, suck me harder...I'm coming...coming!"
Jesse abruptly sank him deep, grunting in delight when Sean shouted his name and came apart, spurting his release in long hot bursts of which Jesse greedily drank down, milking him until the spasms faded. He drew away, resting his cheek against Sean's lower belly, inhaling his fragrance, reveling in the shudders that still racked his friend.
Sean finally climbed off Jesse to lie beside him, blowing out a gusty sigh, taking Jesse's hand and playing with the fingers idly. "That was fuckin' fantastic," he rasped. "I don't think I can compete with that."
Jesse smiled slightly. "You mean, you're not even gonna try?"
Sean laughed, rolling to lay full-length atop the blond-braided man, rubbing his nose against his. "You want me to try, Jesse?"
Jesse groaned at the low, seductive note in Sean's voice, knowing that he wasn't going to make this easy. "Well, isn't this what the whole idea was about?"
"What if I just forfeit?"
"You cocksucker!" Jesse exclaimed.
"Hmm...not quite."
"You bitch!"
"Yes, I'm a bitch," Sean agreed, waggling his brows suggestively. "Want me to be your bitch?"
Jesse whimpered at the very thought, growling as Sean chuckled softly, capturing his lower lip between his teeth and feathering his tongue along it.
"You're a damned prick-tease," Jesse accused, arching when Sean twisted his pelvis into him.
Sean gave him a wolfish grin. "Keep that up and I won't be teasing your prick anymore."
"'Keeping it up' is the problem, you dink," Jesse shot back, his thoughts instantly wiped clean as Sean's hand wrapped around his cock, giving it an experimental caress. "Hmmm...I can see that...rather feel it." Sean tickled his fingers up and down the hard flesh for a long moment, studying his braided lover with a saturnine grin. "Y'know, you've bested me in the BJ department, but there's still the fucking category to try."
Jesse's lids fluttered open at the sly tone and groaned at the speculative gleam in Sean's chocolate eyes. "Just what are you getting at now?"
"Sean's grin turned lecherous. "I want to get at you, you clueless putz."
Jesse blinked blankly for a moment, then realization dawned and he thought he'd explode right then, the thought of Sean inside him was enough to make him gibber and beg. Sean was very pleased with the reaction to his words, squeezing him in reward.
"So tell me, Jess," Sean murmured silkily. "Do you really like it Doggy Style?"
Jesse rolled his eyes at the terrible pun, then yipped when Sean bit his shoulder hard. "What the hell was that for?"
"I was being serious, you twink," Sean pouted, removing his hand and frowning down at him.
"Twink? You should call names, you...oh, never mind. I'm sorry."
Sean immediately returned his hand to caress Jesse, smiling smugly. "So, answer my question, hon."
Jesse was finding it difficult to concentrate with Sean scraping his nails lightly up the length of him, gently pinching the head, sending sparks of pleasure through his groin. "Um...huh?"
Sean snorted at Jesse's scattered wits. "Tell me, Doggy, have you ever been fucked like a bitch dog?"
Jesse's eyes widened in shock and he shivered at the intensity of Sean's gaze. He licked his lips, but didn't speak.
"Answer me, Jess. I want to know. I want to hear how you liked it."
"Sean, I-"
"Tell me."
Jesse swallowed. Hard. "I...uh...well, I liked it, I guess."
"You guess?" Sean inquired, letting his fingers move up to toy with the blonde's nipples, plucking them into stiff little nubs. "You either liked it or you didn't. Which one was it?"
"I...liked it."
"What did you like about it?"
Jesse was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation. "I don't know."
"C'mon, baby," Sean invited. "You can tell me all about it. Did you like the feel of him inside you? The way he pounded his cock into your tight hole?"
Jesse moaned at Sean's words, wishing he would both shut up and do those things to him now. He was so hard he thought he would hurt himself if he didn't get satisfaction soon. "Sean...please..."
"What is it, babe," Sean crooned, pushing up onto his hands and knees and rocking back to sit on his haunches.
Jesse could see that Sean was ready for action again. Damn, that didn't take long, did it? "I want you." He hadn't planned to say that out loud, but what the hell? If it would speed things along...
Sean smirked again, absently stroking himself with one hand while inscribing small circles on Jesse's abdomen with the other. "Oh, I kind of sensed that," he quipped. "What I want to know is how you want me."
Jesse's inhibitions were rapidly fraying as his desperation grew. "I want you inside me...now...please."
Sean shook his head slowly, deftly pulling off Jesse's underwear, easing himself between his legs and leaning forward to plant his hands on either side of Jesse's hips. "Not good enough." He lowered his head and snaked his tongue out to swirl around the head of his shaft, lapping up the copious precome leakage with a hum of enjoyment."
"Jesus Christ, Sean...what do you want me to say?" Jesse whimpered pleadingly.
"Mmmm, you taste so good. I want you to tell me exactly what you want me to do to you. Oooh, you're so hard, baby. So sweet and hard."
Jesse's head tossed back and forth, his teeth set deeply in his lower lip, attempting to squelch the scream that was fighting to get out. "You little...little shit!" Jesse gasped, his body curving sharply off the bed at the feel of Sean gliding him down his throat, his clever tongue in constant movement against his sensitized flesh. "Ahhh, Sean! Fuck me...dear God, fuck me now!"
Sean rose gracefully, a triumphant grin on his face. "Ahh, that's what I was waiting for. Thought you'd never get to it." He reached behind him to the nightstand, fumbling for the tube of gel, climbing off Jesse and gesturing with a hand. "Turn over, baby."
Jesse hastened to obey, mewing at the feel of Sean's cool hand caressing his lower back.
"Hands and knees," Sean ordered, watching his blond lover as he lathered the lube on his staff, licking his lips at the sight of Jesse's pale, tight ass just begging to be bitten and loved. He bent down and succumbed to the first temptation, chuckling at Jess's yelp of surprise. He maneuvered around until he was in position, parting the globes of his buttocks, skimming a slick finger down the valley, halting at the puckered hole. He swept it back and forth over the opening for a long while, pressing against it as if about to slip inside, then resuming the featherlike touches around it until Jesse was squirming in impatience.
"Dammit, Sean! Get on with it!"
Sean tisked reprovingly. "You're not very romantic, are you? 'Get on with it?' Sorta kills the mood, don't it?"
Jesse craned to glare at him. "Romantic, my ass! I know you want to fuck me as much as I want you to, so quit screwing around and-- Oh, shit!"
Sean snickered as he pushed his finger into Jesse up to the third knuckle, immediately searching for the sweet spot and finding it on the first jab. He soothed Jesse's trembling with his free hand, cooing to him as he wiggled his finger experimentally.
For the life of him, Jesse didn't know how he managed not to shoot all over himself at that first invasion.. He panted harshly as Sean thrust his finger in and out, adding first a second, then a third. When Sean removed his hand to start inching himself inside him, he had to bite his arm to keep from shrieking with both the exquisite agony and mind-numbing pleasure. He remained absolutely still until Sean was buried all the way. As he adjusted to the thickness of him, he sighed and relaxed a little, waiting for Sean's next move.
Sean was dealing with his own battle to prevent himself from spilling at the hot snugness, gripping Jesse's hips to brace himself.
"Holy fuck, Jess," Sean moaned. "You're so tight...so fuckin' hot!" Jesse tentatively rocked back against Sean, pleased to hear him moan again. "Please, Sean...I need you."
Sean began to move, probing deeply with each thrust, swiveling his hips, questing for that perfect angle that would have him rubbing against Jesse's prostate. A few strokes later, he knew he'd found it when Jess cried out, jerking backward in reaction.
"Oh, yeah...yeah, right there...oh, shit, Sean...don't stop!"
Sean had no intention of stopping until he had his braided blond screaming his name as he came all over himself. He slithered a hand around to grasp Jess's cock, slowly pumping it in rhythm to his plunges, leaning over him and whispering in his ear.
"You like this, Jesse? You like me riding you like my bitch-dog? I love the feel of my dick sliding in and out of you. You like that, too?"
Jesse nodded his head, unable to make any coherent reply, whimpering for him to hurry.
Sean quickened his tempo, giving just a little more force to his motions, his breathing becoming ragged and choppy. Christ, he'd never felt anything like this before...and he'd had a lot of lovers in his young lifetime. He'd felt great, even amazingly intense pleasure before, but nothing like this. It was as if he were having an out-of-body experience, looking down on himself as he drove into Jesse, feeling everything, but detached, observing the way Jesse's shoulderblades curved sharply beneath his pale skin, the way his head arched back to reveal the smooth line of his throat, his eyes squeezed shut, features taut with concentration.
With a thud, he felt himself merge again, the overwhelming sensations sending him into a frenzy of hunger. He started pounding into Jesse, grunting and panting as he strove to send Jesse over, and in doing so, achieve his own satisfaction. He tugged and pulled on his cock roughly, impatient to feel Jesse explode.
"Come, dammit," Sean growled, driving into him harder and harder, delving as deeply as he could. "Come for me!"
Jesse thought his head would burst, it was so full of pumping blood. He was unaware of the low whine he was emitting from his throat. He grabbed Sean's hand and guided it into a ruthless pace, heaving backwards to meet Sean's frantic lunges.
"Yes...yes...baby...oh, crap...I'm coming! Harder, Sean...harder...yeah, that's it!"
Sean put all his energy into fulfilling Jesse's pleas, slamming into him with such savagery that he nearly shoved him right off the bed. He yelled when Jesse bellowed his climax, feeling his inner walls clench so hard on his shaft that his own orgasm was wrung from him. He howled with Jesse as he detonated, releasing into Jesse in a long, almost painful rush. He bonelessly toppled onto his lover, driving them both to the bed in a heap, gasping and moaning as the aftershocks lingered on and on.
After a very long time, Sean bestirred himself to roll off of Jesse onto his back with a grunt and sigh with exhaustion.
Jesse echoed his sigh and rose up onto his elbows and looked over at Sean, transfixed by what he saw. Sean had his eyes closed and was lazily licking Jesse's come off his hand, his expression leaving no doubt that he was thoroughly enjoying it. Jesse made a small sound of longing and Sean glanced at him through his thick lashes, another one of his impudent smirks on his handsome face.
"Your come tastes just like cream, y'know that? It's addictive."
Jesse grinned. "I know what you mean. Yours isn't half-bad either."
Sean laughed softly and snuggled close, curling his body into Jesse like a kitten. "Well, I guess we're going to have to find another way to continue this friendly competition thing."
Jesse wrapped his arms around the other man, nuzzling his nose into Sean's damp hair. "Why's that?"
"Well, ditz, it's obvious this was a draw."
"hmm...was it?"
Sean snapped his head up, a frown between his brows. "Well, of course. You give the best head and I...well...nuff said."
"I see," Jesse drawled blandly, yawning and closing his eyes. "Whatever you say."
Sean sat up and punched him hard in the ribs, a flush of irritation spreading over his cheeks. "You piece of shit!" He yelled. "You admit that I fucked you better than anyone else in your whole friggin' life or I'll...I'll..." He was at a loss as to what to threaten him with.
"Or you'll what?" Jesse asked in a sleepy tone, sounding like he could care less one way or the other.
Sean was outraged and bounded off the bed, storming around the room, tossing things around and hurling insults so foul that Jesse was impressed. He opened his eyes to watch him, unable to stop himself from guffawing uproariously.
Sean halted in his tirade and glared at Jesse, hands on lean hips. "And just what's so fuckin' funny?"
Jesse couldn't answer for a moment, then he pointed at Sean. "You, you dipwad." He wiped his streaming eyes and giggled at the look of realization dawning on his face.
"Why you bitch!" Sean shrieked, pouncing on Jesse like a scalded cat and pummeling his chest. You were messing with me."
Jesse continued to laugh, flipping Sean onto his back and catching his wrists, pinning them to the coverlet. "I just couldn't resist. You just seemed so sure of yourself that I had to prick your ego a bit."
"Prick is right," Sean grumbled sulkily. "You're a Class A prick. I can't believe you did that to me. That was the most cruel, uncalled-for, insensitive, underhanded-"
Jesse cut off his diatribe with a lingering kiss that left Sean breathless and melting into him like warm honey. "But you forgive me, don't you, kid?"
Sean pooched his lower lip out for a moment, then smiled and nodded, tugging his hands free and locking them behind Jesse's neck. "This time. Next time I won't be so generous."
Jesse chuckled and kissed him again before rolling onto his back, bringing Sean with him to half-sprawl atop him. They fell asleep that way, identical self-satisfied grins on their lips.

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