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A Little Game -RogerxNick- A half dozen crumpled papers lay inside a box on the floor between the two men, who looked down on the large square of cardboard which had a hole in the top; one wearily and one with a different kind of knowing look in his eyes, racked with mischief.The black-haired man laughed; although nervousness may have been present in anyone else's voice given the situation, none plagued his at all- Nick knew he had nothing to worry about."So, I just stick my hand in there and pick one out?""Yep. Then you read it and follow what it says."Nick knew Roger. It was late at night, they hadn't even made out in four days, and that box was full of weird sexual things for him to do so Roger could get his rocks off.Nick was down with that.He sighed, feigning reluctance, and Roger smirked a schemey kind of smirk as Nick reached into the box and pulled out the first piece of paper, unfolding it in his hands. When it was open, he kind of looked at it silently, head cocked, then l