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“Raise your leg a little bit for me, come on.
“That’s as high as I can get it, don’t make me do all the work! Put your back into it!”
Adam stretched his leg carefully, trying to maintain his balance. Finally he was able to reach the position he’d been trying.
“See?” Blake pants, breathlessly beneath him. “That wasn’t so hard.”
“Hurry up and move!” Adam cried, his leg buckling slightly.
Blake reached out and laid his hand next to Adam’s on the sheet, careful not to move too much too quickly. Adam moved his other hand to rest beside Blake’s head, and Blake couldn’t resist kissing his wrist lightly, affectionately.
“Don’t, oh my god, I can’t stay up much longer!”
“I thought you yoga freaks were supposed to be good at this!”
Adam doesn’t answer, just watches Blake’s leg shift closer, almost wrapping around his hip and that’s it, he’s gone. He falls on top of Blake, both of them groaning and laughing.
“I can’t believe you never played Twister before!” Blake says, his arms wrapping around Adam, keeping him pinned on top of him.
“I can’t believe you won instead of me!” Adam pouted, and Blake took that as his opportunity to lean in for a kiss, capturing Adam’s ridiculously exaggerated bottom lip between his, his tongue penetrating deeper, tasting the alcohol they’d had earlier that had sparked this whole game night fiasco.
“Enough games,” Adam moans, ghosting over Blake’s lips. “Bed.”
“Nah,” Blake says flipping them over so Adam is beneath him. “You’ve never played Twister til you’d played Naked Twister.”