"Come Out and Play"

By Raising Kane

Disclaimer: Don't own them, don't know them, yadda yadda yadda. I imply nothing about the sexual orientation, religious beliefs, etc. of any of the characters. This is simply a work of fiction produced by my twisted and adventurous mind.
Distribution: If you really want it... just ask first please.
Rating: NC-17
Characters: David Batista/?
Content: PWP sorta so – sex, sex, more sex
Notes: Spoilers for 01.03.05 Raw. This takes place in the what you see is what you get world of the WWE. **This was SUPPOSED to be a very short PWP, but somebody *glares at DaveMuse* refused to let it go at that and insisted that he be written the way he wanted to. That included all kinds of details and odd notions. Thus you get a 4-parter. If you think it's weird talk to that man right over there. *points at DaveMuse*

Dave was sore, tired, and really sick of listening to Hunter bitch. As soon as they got backstage, Hunter started ranting about losing the match to Randy. He didn't know what the fuck else Hunter had expected him to do. Despite his smartass comments earlier that night, he really had tried to help during the match. How was Dave supposed to know that the rest of the guys in the elimination chamber match were going to come out there as well, not to mention Michaels. He'd finally calmed Hunter down. Hunter had headed off with Ric to find a bottle of water in catering. Finally he could get back to the locker room and change out of his gear. **** Dave showered quickly, hoping to get back to the hotel at a decent time tonight. He wasn't in the mood to party the night away. He hoped Hunter would hurry up so they could leave. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he crossed the locker room to get clothes from his bag. Hunter still wasn't back to clean up yet. Looked like it was going to be a late night. He opened his bag and on top of his clothes was an envelope with "David" scrawled on it in neat penmanship. Curious, he opened the envelope. He withdrew a piece of paper and what appeared to be a hotel key-card. Dave wrinkled his brow in confusion. He sure hoped some psycho fan hadn't found a way to sneak the envelope in with his stuff. He opened the piece of paper and read the short note. David, Very impressive tonight. Who knew you had a sense of humor? Favorite Batista moments tonight: You powering out of the crossface. Damn that was HOT! "I won't get involved in your match, unless he starts kicking your ass." Hilarious! Before you think this is some crazed fan, be assured that it's not. So, just one question… Can you come out and play? Room 215. Ramada Inn. Key-card is enclosed if you feel so inclined. Don't worry. Not a peep to Hunter if you show. He really won't like it. You will though. Hope to see you soon. Dave let out an inelegant snort. This guy couldn't be serious. It had to be someone in the fed, but who? Obviously someone Hunter didn't like, but that was over three-quarters of the roster. This could be a set up, an ambush to take him out of the match on Sunday. He started to crumple the note, intending to throw it away, but something stopped him. He could go, just to see who it was. It's not like he couldn't defend himself if it was a setup. He heard someone talking outside the door so he shoved the note and the card in his bag and resumed getting dressed. Just as he pulled on his pants, Hunter and Ric walked in. **** They finally made it to the hotel. As the limo pulled up outside, Dave hoped he could get away from Hunter and Ric with minimal fuss. Hunter sounded like he was going to tie one on tonight after losing to Randy. Dave didn't want to be around for it. As they walked into the building, Dave pleaded a headache. Hunter and Ric barely acknowledged him, but he didn't care. They headed to the bar while Dave went to pick up his key-card for his room. He walked into his room and set his bag on the bed. Reaching inside, he pulled out the note and read it again. His curiosity was eating away at him. Finally Dave decided he had to know who it was. Grabbing the card, he tossed the note on top of his bag and left his room, heading to room 215. **** As Dave swiped the card, he tensed just a bit in anticipation of being jumped. He was facing some tough opponents on Sunday. It wasn't completely out of the realm of possibilities that one of them might try to soften him up beforehand. He pushed open the door and immediately heard a short burst of merry laughter. His stomach clenched tightly and he found himself drawn towards the enchanting sound. He knew he had heard that laugh somewhere before. "Told you he'd show up. Curiosity had to be killing him." This was followed by a loud snicker. Obviously there were two people, not one as he had assumed. What. The. Fuck. He walked past the door leading into the bathroom and the sight in front of him made him freeze in his tracks. There sprawled on his stomach across the bed in a very small pair of tight red shorts was none other than Chris Jericho. Dave couldn't believe it. He'd lusted after the little blonde ever since he had been brought up from OVW, but he never thought he'd stood a chance at having him once he'd joined up with Evolution. He still hadn't placed the voice yet though. Turning his head to the left he finally saw the other person in the room. He couldn't have been more confused. Sitting in a chair beside the bed was Jericho's opponent from earlier that night, Edge. A pair of tight leather pants and an unbuttoned green silk shirt highlighted the blonde's obvious charms. Edge looked up at him from his seated position, laughter obvious in his green eyes, and asked, "Are you going to come in David? Or are you going to stand there with your mouth open all night?" Jericho's husky laughter rang in the background. Obviously he was easily amused tonight. Closing his mouth, which he'd been unaware he'd had open, he looked back and forth between the other two in the room. "That depends. Why did you invite me here? Which one of you left the note in my bag?" Jericho finally deigned to do something other than laugh. He smirked and said, "Technically, Edge left the note in your bag, but it was from both of us. As for why you are here…I'd like to think you are smart enough to figure that out." Edge obviously thought that was enough of an answer, he just sat there with that toothy grin on his face. "Fine. Assuming I've figured out why you invited me here, it still doesn't explain why you picked me." Dave was really hoping he had it figured out correctly. His pants were beyond tight at this point from what he was imagining might happen in this room. If this turned out to be a joke, he'd be severely pissed off. Rolling his eyes slightly, Chris replied in a slightly exasperated tone, "Does it matter? If you really need to know, you amused us. Anyone that makes fun of Trips gets big points with us. That thing you did with Mr. Roboto during your match...that was really hot. The fact that you are scarily muscular is a huge turn on for both of us." Dave watched as Edge stood and pulled his shirt off, exposing his chest and stomach to Dave's gaze. When Edge crawled onto the bed beside Jericho and ran his tongue along the smaller blonde's spine, Dave let out an audible groan. Damn they were hot enough one on one, the two of them together was enough to make any guy a little weak in the knees. Them being there together though...that was kind of confusing. After all they'd just fought each other in the ring tonight, both during their match and during Hunter's. Edge had cheated to win, so why wasn't Jericho pissed off at him? Then Chris had taken out Edge at the end of Hunter's match when he tried to spear Michaels. Not to mention that crazy suicide dive Jericho had nailed both him and Edge with. He had to know how they went from trying pound on each other to...the way it looked now, getting ready to pound each other through the mattress. Chris had his head tilted to the side while Edge was busy biting, sucking, and licking his neck. "Explain something to me. You two were fighting like cats and dogs earlier and now Edge is trying his best to devour your neck. So what gives? Are you two together or something?" "Nearly two years now." Chris stated with a smirk, "While he was out from surgery I spent my off-time at his house with him. We're one of the best-kept secrets in the fed. Very few people know we're together and we'd like to keep it that way." Chris's tone held an implied threat. Dave's brow rose slightly as he noticed Edge's hand sliding up the inside of Jericho's thigh before slipping under the bottom of his tight shorts. "As for the rest of your questions, I think Edge should answer...Oh A...Adam." Chris's head dropped forward onto the bed and Dave knew he wasn't going to finish his sentence, not with Edge's fingers visibly tracing down the cleft of his ass beneath those shorts. Dave raised his eyebrows as if to question the name that Chris had blurted out. "What? You didn't think my parents actually named me 'Edge', did you?" At Dave's small growl, Adam laughed. Dave's eyes continued to follow the path of his hand as he touched Chris. "Why don't you call me Adam as well. I'd actually prefer to hear that when I've got you screaming my name." His eyes snapped to the blonde's face and he was about to hotly deny that he'd be doing any such thing. The mocking grin on Adam's face told him the blonde had expected him to do exactly that. The grin changed to a look of annoyance as he realized he had Dave's attention. His hands never left Chris's body as he started to speak, "Listen David, business is business. We both do what we have to in the ring to get what we want. On the other hand pleasure is pleasure. We enjoy fucking. We especially enjoy fucking each other. We've agreed between us that what happens at the arena stays there and it doesn't interfere in our personal relationship. Once in awhile we decide we'd like something a bit...different and we'll ask a third party to join us. Now the question is...are you interested in getting laid? If not, could you please kindly get the fuck out so that I can?" Dave's growl prompted a small giggle from Chris. "That was kind of rude, babe." Adam ignored the noise and the obvious scowl on Dave's face as he stated rather bluntly, "Chris, I've been wanting to fuck you since this morning. You had to leave for that damn signing, and I've been sporting a hard-on ever since. If I can't do something about it soon I’m going to get very cranky." Looking over to Dave, he said, "So are you going to get over here and join us or what?" Adam wasn't waiting for his reply. Dave saw Adam's hand slide from beneath Chris's shorts before he trailed it up his back and threaded his long fingers in his hair. He looked on in fascination as Adam jerked Chris's hair so that they were face to face. While Adam covered Chris's mouth with a harsh, demanding kiss, Dave considered his options. He hesitated a moment more then began unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt. He was probably going to regret this, because he had a feeling that having them just once wouldn't be enough. However, Dave was not a stupid man, and he knew if he turned them down now he'd not get a second chance. He walked slowly to the bed as he unbuttoned the front of his shirt. Pulling it open he slipped it off and tossed it to the floor. "So how are we going to do this?" **** He raised his head and noticed he had the attention of both blondes. Adam gave him a slightly evil grin before saying, "That depends. Will you bottom?" Chris simply watched him with interest. Dave wasn't quite sure what to say. It wasn't like he hadn't thought about it, he had, but he'd never actually done it. Everyone assumed that his size meant he was an uncompromising top. To this point there hadn't been anyone he was with that he'd wanted enough to offer to bottom for. "I've never…" "That didn't answer the question, David. Will...you...bottom? I'm sure if you say yes, Chris will take it easy on you, being your first time and all." Dave's head snapped towards Chris, who graced him with a husky laugh and a smirk. While he was looking at Chris, Adam slid off the bed and walked up behind him. He felt Adam's hands slide up his back towards his shoulders, his nails lightly scraping along the skin. As they slid over the top and started back down his chest he felt Adam's lips brush against his neck. The hair in his goatee tickling against Dave's skin forced a slight shudder from the dark-haired man. "So what do you say David? Do you want to feel Chris buried in your ass while I ride your cock?" Dave's already hard shaft started throbbing in the confines of his pants as Adam slid his hands over his nipples, the words as effective as his touch in increasing his need. The blonde's hands didn't stop there for long sliding down to rest at his waist. "I'd offer to take you first, but...I'm not very good at gentle." With that, Dave felt Adam grind his hard cock against his ass just as his mouth latched over the pulse-point in his neck. Chris looked on, amused when Dave emitted a low sound that was half growl and half whimper. He watched Dave's eyes drift closed as his head dropped back against Adam's shoulder. When Adam's hand dropped from Dave's waist to his belt buckle, Chris barely stifled a groan of anticipation. As Adam unfastened the button of Dave's pants and started to lower the zipper, Chris licked his lips and lowered his hand to his own aching erection. Slipping his hand inside his shorts, he moaned loudly as he stroked his hand along the length of his cock. Dave's head snapped up and his eyes shot open at the sound. Chris could see the lust burning hot in Dave's eyes as they traveled his body. At that moment, Adam's hand slipped inside his pants and grasped his pulsing shaft. Dave shuddered at the sensation of the warm hand wrapped around him. "Damn. Adam, I want..." He couldn't stop the words from leaving his lips, but he couldn't ask for what he wanted. Dave Batista did not beg. "What do you want David? Do you want to feel Chris pounding against your prostate over and over? Do you want him fucking you while you bury your cock deep in my ass 'til you come? Is that what you want?" Chris shivered slightly on the bed. Even when it wasn't directed at him, he loved it when Adam used that deep, slow, smooth as honey tone. No matter who ended up on top, it was quite obvious to the three in the room who was going to be in control that night. "Yes! Yes that is what I want. Please." Chris's mouth dropped open at the softly whispered reply. Dave was actually going to let him fuck him. He managed to close his mouth just before a drop of drool fell from his lips. Adam quickly slid Dave's pants down over his hips. As they dropped to the floor, Adam slapped him sharply on the ass, "Get on the bed so Chris can get you ready." Chris noticed Dave tensing up and figured Adam was about to get punched in the face. No one was more surprised than Dave himself was when he crawled onto the bed next to Chris without a word of protest and lay on his back. He couldn't believe he was letting the tall blonde get away with controlling him this way. A shrink would probably say it was repressed desires or some such bullshit. Dave didn't know what to call it, all he knew was that thanks to the way the blonde was treating him, he was already so hard it hurt. Chris skimmed out of his shorts and reached over to the nightstand to grab the tube of lubricant. He noticed Dave's eyes wandering down his body to the thick erection between his thighs. Dave swallowed visibly. Chris smiled and leaned over to give Dave a quick gentle kiss. "Okay?" When Dave gave him a short nod, he slipped his hand down the muscular chest and stroked his fingers slowly around Dave's navel. Chris leaned down and traced his tongue slowly over the lines of the tattoo there. Dave was so intent on watching Chris's tongue dance over his skin that he hadn't noticed Adam reaching for the top of his briefs. Within seconds his aching cock was exposed to the cool air. Chris made a quiet noise of appreciation as he turned to check out Dave's cock. He smiled in Adam's direction. "I think you're going to enjoy this, babe." "Oh I intend to Chris, believe me." Having Chris's mouth that close to his erect flesh was quite distracting, but when he heard the rasp of a zipper being opened he turned to watch as Adam stripped off his leather pants. The fact that he'd not been wearing underwear had Dave swallowing hard as he wondered if he wore them that way at the arena also. When he viewed what those pants had kept hidden he was really glad Adam hadn't insisted on taking him first. He might have ended up backing out. Dave had always considered himself well endowed, but Adam was, for lack of a better term, fucking huge. Adam crawled onto the bed with a brilliant smile. As Adam kneeled beside him, Dave's gaze fixed on the jutting piece of flesh that bobbed perilously close to his hip. He never noticed the silent communication between the other two men. Suddenly Chris's tongue slid up Dave's erect cock causing him to close his eyes and groan. He felt one of Chris's hands prodding against his inner thigh prompting him to part his legs. He hesitated for a second and was surprised when he felt a sudden sting against his outer thigh. "Open them." Adam's clipped tone caused him to open his eyes and glare at him. He growled quietly, but obediently parted them. He was rewarded with Adam's hand tracing from his abdomen to his chest. Adam lay down beside him, curling next to Dave as his hand teased one of his nipples to an erect point. He could feel the hardness of Adam's cock brushing against his thigh and he shivered slightly. Adam leaned in close to Dave his lips brushing from his jaw up along his cheek. As Adam gently closed his teeth over Dave's earlobe, Chris slid smoothly between his thighs. "You like it don't you?" The sultry whisper sent a chill down his spine. He could feel Chris's hand sliding smoothly up the inside of his thigh as his tongue circled the head of his cock. "You want to give up that rigid control you hold yourself to. You like me telling you what to do." Dave tensed slightly prepared to try to deny it until he felt Chris's finger brush against his entrance. As Adam spoke again the hypnotic tone caused him to relax. "Despite all your growling, you liked that sharp pain when I slapped you for hesitating. Just enjoy it. We all need to give up control sometimes, it doesn't change who you are outside of this room. Give in to it." He'd been so intent on Adam's voice and the message he was trying to impart that Dave had barely noticed Chris slipping a finger slowly into his ass. It felt strange, but not unpleasant. As Chris slid his finger halfway out and then thrust it back in, Dave squirmed at the odd sensation. Dave wasn't sure he could just let go. How could what was happening here not affect the three of them outside this room? How would he react to the blonde when they next faced each other in the ring? The worrisome thoughts melted away when Adam placed his hand on the side of Dave's face and forced him to look into his eyes. "Stop thinking so much. Touch me David." Adam leaned in and placed his lips over Dave's. As his tongue slipped between Dave's lips to probe his mouth, Adam pulled Dave's hand down to cover his hard shaft. Dave wrapped his hand firmly around the blonde's hard length and squeezed gently. Adam moaned loudly into his mouth and bucked his hips hard into Dave's hand. Adam teased his tongue against Dave's drawing it back into his own mouth to play. Dave felt a slight burn as Chris slid a second finger inside to stretch him, but it was countered by the pleasure of Chris sucking his hard shaft deep into his throat. With a loud growl, his hand tightened slightly on Adam's cock and he stroked the length of it slowly. Adam sucked hard on the tongue invading his mouth in response. Dave tossed his head back with a moan a moment later as Chris's fingers curled against his prostate. His hips thrust up off the bed almost gagging Chris. Adam slipped his hand down Dave's chest to his hip pressing down firmly as Chris repeated the motion. "Easy Dave, if you choke poor Chrissy, he won't be able to fuck you good and proper." The words along with the impish smirk on Adam's face made him shudder. Dave had a feeling that regardless of what Adam had said, the "animal" Batista was going to be changed in some ways tonight. He only hoped he could live with the consequences. **** Dave whimpered slightly as Chris withdrew his fingers and pulled his mouth from around his cock. Chris kneeled between his legs and reached for the lube. He handed the tube to Adam who rose to his knees before squirting a liberal amount into his hand. Dave watched quietly as Adam leaned towards Chris. He captured his mouth roughly as he grasped his cock and stroked it slowly, slicking it liberally with gel. Chris's tortured whimper sent a shiver down Dave's spine leaving him to wonder how long it would be before he'd be making similar sounds at the hands of the two blondes. He was absolutely sure there was no way he could be more turned on than he was at the sight of the two of them naked and wrapped around each other. "Are you ready?" Adam's abrupt question startled him. The blonde turned to look at him, searching his face for a moment. Dave wasn't sure what he was hoping to see, but the short nod he gave him must have satisfied him. Adam reached for Dave's hard cock and used the lube that remained on his hand to cover it with a thin layer of the slick fluid. The light touch prompted Dave to thrust into the blonde's hand searching for more pressure, but he was quickly released from the gentle grip. Adam reached to the top of the bed and grabbed a pillow, which he handed behind him to Chris. He patted his hand lightly against Dave's hip, his meaning clear without words. Dave lifted his hips as Chris slid the pillow beneath him. As Chris's hands slid up his thighs spreading them wider, Dave visibly tensed. He knew it would be easier for himself if he wasn't tensed up, but he knew it was going to hurt and he couldn't seem to make himself relax. "Babe, I think Dave needs a big distraction. You want to give him one?" Chris winked at Adam and went back to stroking Dave's thighs gently. Adam crawled up the bed until he was kneeling beside Dave's shoulders. His hand dropped down to caress his cheek while he stroked his thumb across Dave's full lips. Dave blinked up at him knowing what the blonde was going to ask, yet waiting for him to voice it. "I'd really like to see that lovely mouth of yours wrapped around my cock. Think you can do that for me angel?" Dave quirked his brow in question at the endearment but slipped his tongue out to lap at the blonde's thumb, which earned him a sweet smile. "A dark angel. That's what you remind me of." Dave wasn't quite sure how to react. No one had ever by any stretch of the imagination considered him to be an angel. Dave pushed aside the small twinge in his chest from the tender words, again thinking that one night wouldn't be nearly enough. He turned his head to the side and slowly ran his tongue over the tip of the blonde's cock. He opened his mouth and accepted the weight on his tongue as Adam guided the head between his lips. He used his tongue to lick around the ridge and sucked gently upon the tip. Adam's responding moan urged Dave to take him deeper. He bobbed his head as much as possible in the awkward position, occasionally using his teeth to scrape lightly along the shaft. Adam's free hand was stroking his chest and brushing lightly over his nipples drawing them into hard points. Dave was so intent on eliciting another moan from the blonde that he barely registered the slight pressure as Chris lined himself up at his entrance. He emitted a muffled grunt a moment later as he felt twin pains...one from the sharp pinch of a nipple by Adam and the other the pain from the head of Chris's cock entering his ass. The pain flowed evenly across his body before he forced himself to relax. He continued using his tongue to tease Adam as he pushed back slightly with his hips when the pain lessened letting Chris know he was ready for more. The small blonde pushed in steadily until he was seated completely inside. He gave Dave another moment to adjust stroking his stomach soothingly while he waited. Adam pulled his cock from Dave's mouth with a slight popping noise. The large man worked his jaw at the slight ache left from having it open so wide. He felt the bed shift as Adam moved to sit astride his stomach. Glittering green eyes captured his own as he felt Chris's hand wrap around his length, positioning it. In one smooth motion Adam rocked forward slightly and then dropped himself down on Dave's throbbing cock. The blonde let out an earthy growl and shivered slightly as his ass settled firmly against Dave's hips. Dave gritted his teeth and closed his eyes as he felt the sweat forming on his brow. He fought the urge to come immediately with the dual stimulation of Adam's tight heat around him and Chris's hard length inside him. When he had himself under control, he opened his eyes to see the blondes kissing furiously with Adam's head tilted back and his hand wrapped tightly in Chris's hair. He once again found himself fighting the urge to explode. When they broke apart, Adam turned to him capturing his gaze. "Are you ready for what I promised you angel?" The husky warmth in Adam's voice washed over him. "Yes...please." It was all he could do to get the two words out as anticipation swept over him. "Listen to me angel. I want you to do something for me. I'm going to ride you slow and sweet and Chrissy's going to fuck you hard and fast just like I promised you. I don't want you to come until I tell you to. Once Chris comes inside you then I want you to take me hard and fast from behind until I'm screaming. You think you can do that for me angel?" 'Oh god help me!' Dave thought to himself. He wasn't sure he could last that long at all with his current state, but he was determined to try to give Adam what he wanted. He nodded slowly and hoped he could hold to his word. With his quiet assent, the tall blonde leaned forward to kiss him gently before beginning a slow torturous rocking motion atop his hard cock. Dave felt Chris begin to withdraw from him gently. As he thrust back in Chris angled his hips and aimed directly at his prostate. The new and intense sensation forced his him to buck his hips hard with a choked whine, nearly unseating Adam in the process. Adam stroked his hands over Dave's chest attempting to settle him. Both men kept a slow steady rhythm for a few moments with Chris aiming alternating thrusts at his prostate. Once it seemed that Dave had become more accustomed to the sharp bursts of pleasure, Chris picked up the pace. It didn't take long until he was plunging in deep and fast hitting Dave's prostate with every thrust. Dave felt as if he were drowning. His breathing heavy and his eyes clenched tightly shut, he fought with each stroke to keep from coming. He heard Chris's triumphant yell and felt the small blonde's seed spilling inside him. The only thing that kept him from following Chris into release was the hard slap Adam landed on his hip and a harsh command from the man. "Don't you dare angel!" His eyes snapped open and he looked up at Adam. The slightly dangerous glint in his green eyes and the sharp pain helped him retain a thin leash of control. He groaned slightly as Chris withdrew from his now tender ass. Adam quickly slipped off of him and positioned himself hands and knees on the bed. "Come on angel, make me scream." Dave rolled to his stomach and pushed himself to his knees as quickly as the slight pain in his ass would let him. He positioned himself behind the blonde and holding his hips tightly, quickly thrust into his stretched entrance. He immediately set a quick hard pace, aiming at the blonde's prostate with each thrust. Chris slipped beside them and reached a hand underneath Adam to stroke his dripping cock. Dave felt a hand brush over his hair and turned his head to the side allowing Chris to capture his mouth in a heated kiss. "Oh yes angel...harder!" Dave gave him everything he had as he felt Adam's muscles tightening around him. "Oh fuck! Now angel!" Dave ripped his mouth from Chris's and threw his head back screaming Adam's name as he came hard. He felt Adam tightening around him and with a loud wail the blonde exploded into Chris's hand. Harsh breathing the only sound in the room, Dave withdrew gently from the man below him. Adam rolled to the side allowing Dave to collapse on the bed. As he rolled onto his back, the two blondes crawled next to him, one on each side before lacing their hands on his stomach. Chris leaned in and kissed him gently before pulling back and allowing Adam to do the same. They settled back down against the pillows and snuggled up against him. "Sleep well Dark Angel." The quiet whisper from both men brought a smile to the face of the large man as he drifted off to sleep. **** As he drifted towards consciousness he realized he was alone in the bed. Waking quickly, he glanced around the room. The silence told him that Adam and Chris were gone. As he sat up, a crinkling noise from the pillow beside him alerted him to a note. David, We hope you slept well. Sorry we had to leave so soon, but we had an early flight. As promised, not a word to Trips. Remember that anything that happens at NYR on Sunday is not personal, it's simply business. You are an amazing man David. Don't let Trips tell you any different. Last night was one we will remember fondly and we hope you will as well. Don't forget that sometimes giving up control will get you exactly what you want. We hope you can come out and play with us again sometime. Take care our Dark Angel. Chris & Adam Dave smiled and lay back down on the bed. As he drifted off to sleep he thought of the possibilities of sneaking off to play again.

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