[fanfiction] usmnt gen (what else?)

[emptyfuneral]

I've been sick and the Mets have been playing so disastrously that I am ready to cry tears of frustration and rps feels intrusive and wrong but I wrote some anyway because I needed it. So have the result of my attempt at brain healing and please remember that if it's possible to overdose on cough syrup and cough drops I will probably do so soon.

Special Privileges
Football/Soccer Gen; Jonathan Bornstein, Benny Feilhaber/Michael Bradley (implied); G
100 words

(Do I really have to issue a disclaimer? Does anyone really believe in any of this? Hell, I don't even believe in any of this and I write the stuff!)


“. . . and that’s basically how it started.”

Jonathan nodded slowly. “You just kissed him?”

“Yeah.” Michael shifted on the bed, carefully avoiding contact with the body next to him. “But that has nothing to do with this. Or so he says.”

Jonathan could not help grinning. “Right.”

“I’m just tired!” Benny exclaimed in a muffled voice without lifting his face off the pillow. “Can’t I just sleep in peace?”

“You’ve got your own bed in your own room,” Jonathan laughed.

“I like it better here.”

Michael gently patted Benny’s shoulder. “It’s okay. You can stay here. Just be gone by curfew.”