Title: No Bet Needed
Fandom: NFL RPS
Series: The Bet
Pairing: Ben Roethlisberger/Matt Hasselbeck
Rating: PG13
Summary: Ben questions Matt's reason for missing so many games.
Disclaimer: Fiction, folks. But if you believe this really happened, I've got some prime real estate I wanna sell you…
Notes: The 'seventh' day of Christmas, but only because I finally found this muse again. :)
"I see you're listed as --"
"Shut up, not my decision." One blue eye opens, frowns up into a wide grin.
"'Sore back', huh?" The words echo with suppressed laughter, earning another glare and a finger.
"Bulging disc." Should be explanation enough.
"Uh huh. That all you got bulging?" Juvenile humor that earns an eye roll and a snicker before it can be swallowed.
"I see you've progressed to fifth grade now."
"Yep." Proud of it, too, from the sounds of it. "So...this disc thing..."
"Shut up." A muffled thud, of a pillow hitting skin, follows a snort. "Mike said --"
"Oh, Mike said. I see." Another pillow is dodged, captured, propped up behind a broad back.
"Bastard. Why'm I here again?"
"Because you love me." Far too smug, but impossible to argue with.
"Oh, right."
"Know what Troy said?"
"Uh, no...not sure I want to."
"Said you're not as young as you used to be and I shouldn't treat you like a pretzel. Hines just said you're old."
"Like a..." Soft, muttered curse as the words sink in to a still sleep fogged brain. "I am going to kill him. For real this time. Slowly and painfully."