Real Person Fic - Football: The Intangible Desire
Title: The Intangible Desire (U C WUT I DID THAR?)
Fandom: College Football RPS
Characters/Pairings: Tim Tebow/Riley Cooper
Genre: Schmooooop, Romance
Rating: PG-13 for Language and Mild Sexual Content
Word Count: 1,512
Author’s Note: My baby had a bad day. What she needs is gay football players. Beta’d by wutendeskind who I Love more than anything else in the world. I wanted you to see that some roommates suck even more than yours (HAH, get it? They SUCK!) As you can see, I took our conversation on drunken hook-ups very seriously :oP. NOTE: This is not your Birthday present! I have a whole story planned that will be longer and include game stuff from the recent season, this is just a little fluffiness to combat your bad day <3. Maybe I’ll write your epic birthday present for the slashthehuddle challenge *hint hint*. Also fits tamingthemuse prompt 183 - Bullock.
Summary: The Epic Love Story of Riley and Timmy, or: How do you tell your fundamentalist Christian roommate that you’re in Epic Gay Love with him?
Riley was trying to be careful. Really, he was. It wasn’t something he had ever been good at, subtlety, and always being on guard? It was starting to get to him. He’d been sure it would be worth this and he’d convinced himself it wouldn’t be that bad. It was just a crush. Just a stupid fucking crush and Riley Cooper did not do moping over stupid crushes. Only, you know, things were kind of hard to ignore when they were snoring in the next room and drinking your orange juice in their boxers.
So…roommates? Not Riley’s best idea ever. But Tim had asked. Literally anyone in Gainesville would have said yes in a heartbeat, but Tim asked him. And, well, that settled that.
It’s not that Riley wasn’t having the time of his life living with Tim. And it’s not like Tim was hard to live with (he was probably hard to live with, but Tim seemed unbothered by the things that had driven his previous roommates off the deep end). But Riley kept almost putting his foot in it and this time his foot was definitely squarely in it.
He’d never asked where Tim stood on the whole “gay people are going to Hell” issue because it was pretty easy to assume and Riley didn’t really want to hear it from Tim’s lips. He wasn’t exactly a bleeding heart himself, but the way he saw it, a mouth was a mouth. For Riley, it wasn’t some big religious, moral, or political issue if sometimes the mouth he put his dick in had a dick of its own. For Tim, though? Everything had some bigger meaning, most of them religious, and Riley was pretty sure Tim would never have asked to live with him if he’d known his roommate was bi, let alone secretly crushing on him.
Tim had come home a bit too early and Riley had gotten a little too drunk and maybe he hadn’t been as careful as he should have been, but where did Tim get off coming home early, anyway? This was obviously all his fault.
The guy had been on his way out when Tim walked in the door and they passed each other, exchanged slow, awkward glances. Riley just sat motionless on the couch and no matter how hard he tried to sink into it and disappear, he couldn’t. He decided that was the alcohol’s fault. Tim wasn’t stupid enough to look at the kid’s swollen lips and mussed hair and draw any conclusion but the right one and Tim gave him the Look. The Look was what the guys on the team called the face Tim had on during a particularly heated game-Tim was genuinely as nice as he seemed, but he was a scary competitor and no matter how sportsmanlike he behaved or how quickly he was able to switch back into friendly mode with rivals after a game, he had a look that generally gave the impression that someone on the other team was not going to make it out of the Swamp alive. Riley was pretty sure that if Tim was looking at this random stranger like that, he was going to be even scarier once he faced the guy who he’d been tricked into living with.
Tim closed the door a little too hard and then came into the living room. As if nothing had happened, he gave Riley a “Hey, Coop” and a “Maybe get your big ass to bed,” smiling the same indulgent smile he smiled every time Riley had come home from a party with one too many in his system and grabbing some Advil and a glass of water for him. That, Riley decided, was nice. And Tim definitely wasn’t a homophobe. And he would need to consider things in the morning, but his stupid crush? Yeah, not getting any better. He thought something along the lines of “fuckfuckGoddammitfuck,” (some of which he must have said out loud because Tim scolded him about taking the Lord’s name in vain) and then he promptly passed out.
Life had gone on pretty much as usual after that. Tim didn’t act differently and Riley did his best not to act differently and the second month of being roommates went by just as smoothly as the first.
Then things got weird. Thing-one thing got weird. One night of incredible, inexplicable weirdness. The Gators dominated their game, the entire team went out to party, and Tim went with them. Which he did sometimes, that wasn’t the weird part, though it certainly wasn’t status quo. Riley didn’t-which was definitely entering weird territory-and Tim came home drunk while Riley was sober. That part was straight out of The Twilight Zone.
Tim got in at around midnight and dropped onto the couch smiling his stupid giggly drunk smile which Riley did not at all find adorable or anything gay like that.
“When are you gonna learn how to hold your liquor, Tebow?”
“I’m fine,” Tim said, shit-eating-grin taking up half his face. “I only had a few beers.”
“You weigh like 800 pounds. This is a disgrace to men everywhere.”
Riley got up to help Tim to bed because, one thing Riley and the rest of the Gator players had learned about getting Tim Tebow drunk was that it was one of the funniest things you could do (as well as one of the easiest if you could actually convince him to take a drink), but he usually needed all the help he could get because he was like a giant happy baby. Riley took Tim’s arm and was leading him to bed when Tim decided he wasn’t really in the mood for bed yet.
“I’m not drunk, Coooooooop.”
“You’re smilin’ pretty drunk.”
“Maybe I’m just happy.”
“You should be. We kicked ass today. Now go to bed.”
“I’ll go to bed if you’ll go to bed with me.”
A shiver ran down Riley’s spine. Tim was sitting on the edge of his bed now, still holding onto Riley’s arm, and, in all honesty, he hadn’t sounded drunk at all.
“You’re gonna remember you said that tomorrow and really regret it.”
“Doubt it.”
“Yeah, okay, goodnight now.”
Riley tried to turn and high tail right out of Tim’s room but Tim wasn’t letting go.
“Come on, Riley. I know you want to. And…fuck-” Tim flinched a little every time he really cursed (which again, not cute or anything) but this time the obscenity came out like it was second nature. “I want it so bad I can’t stand it anymore.”
“You don’t mean that, man. Virgin ‘til marriage and all that.”
“I did my best. I’m not a saint, you know. Just really, really close.”
Tim tugged Riley towards him and Riley couldn’t help taking a step forward.
“Won’t Jesus be awfully cross with you in the morning?”
“Honestly? I think Jesus has bigger things to worry about right now. He doesn’t care about this, he just cares that we’re good people. I’m good people. You’re…in good company. I’ll put in a word for you, I’m sure there’s still hope.”
Tim smiled at his own joke and looked up at Riley fondly. Riley wanted, like a stupid animal that did whatever its instincts told it to and didn’t remind itself of the fact that, if he went along with this, his best friend would probably hate him in the morning.
“I can’t man, you’re drunk. It’s like taking candy from a child or something.”
Which was a legitimate enough point. Riley had a fair share of dick moves in his past but he prided himself on the fact that he could get himself laid without getting people hammered first. There was a voice in his head that kept shouting that this was Tim and when was he ever going to get a chance like that again? But no, definitely not. Riley was not going to sink that low.
“Do I look like a 90 pound blonde to you, Cooper?”
“I’m not the drunk one and I honestly don’t think there’s enough alcohol in the world-”
“My point is: I think I can look after myself. I’m not drunk, okay? I had a few, sure, but I only did because I was tired of almost going there and chickening out. I wanted to do this. I’ve wanted to do this for a really, really long time.”
Here’s the thing. Tim was making a lot of sense. Riley had always thought the virgin ‘til marriage thing was a load of shit, though he’d admired Tim in an “it’s your funeral” kind-of-way…but if Tim didn’t have any qualms, Riley definitely wasn’t going to push it. It didn’t hurt that Tim’s breath tasted like beer, or that his lips were pornographic, or that, for a virgin, Tim definitely knew how to kiss. It definitely didn’t hurt that Riley had fallen a little in love with his best friend and that his best friend just might have done the same.
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Fandom: College Football RPS
Characters/Pairings: Tim Tebow/Riley Cooper
Genre: Schmooooop, Romance
Rating: PG-13 for Language and Mild Sexual Content
Word Count: 1,512
Author’s Note: My baby had a bad day. What she needs is gay football players. Beta’d by wutendeskind who I Love more than anything else in the world. I wanted you to see that some roommates suck even more than yours (HAH, get it? They SUCK!) As you can see, I took our conversation on drunken hook-ups very seriously :oP. NOTE: This is not your Birthday present! I have a whole story planned that will be longer and include game stuff from the recent season, this is just a little fluffiness to combat your bad day <3. Maybe I’ll write your epic birthday present for the slashthehuddle challenge *hint hint*. Also fits tamingthemuse prompt 183 - Bullock.
Summary: The Epic Love Story of Riley and Timmy, or: How do you tell your fundamentalist Christian roommate that you’re in Epic Gay Love with him?
Riley was trying to be careful. Really, he was. It wasn’t something he had ever been good at, subtlety, and always being on guard? It was starting to get to him. He’d been sure it would be worth this and he’d convinced himself it wouldn’t be that bad. It was just a crush. Just a stupid fucking crush and Riley Cooper did not do moping over stupid crushes. Only, you know, things were kind of hard to ignore when they were snoring in the next room and drinking your orange juice in their boxers.
So…roommates? Not Riley’s best idea ever. But Tim had asked. Literally anyone in Gainesville would have said yes in a heartbeat, but Tim asked him. And, well, that settled that.
It’s not that Riley wasn’t having the time of his life living with Tim. And it’s not like Tim was hard to live with (he was probably hard to live with, but Tim seemed unbothered by the things that had driven his previous roommates off the deep end). But Riley kept almost putting his foot in it and this time his foot was definitely squarely in it.
He’d never asked where Tim stood on the whole “gay people are going to Hell” issue because it was pretty easy to assume and Riley didn’t really want to hear it from Tim’s lips. He wasn’t exactly a bleeding heart himself, but the way he saw it, a mouth was a mouth. For Riley, it wasn’t some big religious, moral, or political issue if sometimes the mouth he put his dick in had a dick of its own. For Tim, though? Everything had some bigger meaning, most of them religious, and Riley was pretty sure Tim would never have asked to live with him if he’d known his roommate was bi, let alone secretly crushing on him.
Tim had come home a bit too early and Riley had gotten a little too drunk and maybe he hadn’t been as careful as he should have been, but where did Tim get off coming home early, anyway? This was obviously all his fault.
The guy had been on his way out when Tim walked in the door and they passed each other, exchanged slow, awkward glances. Riley just sat motionless on the couch and no matter how hard he tried to sink into it and disappear, he couldn’t. He decided that was the alcohol’s fault. Tim wasn’t stupid enough to look at the kid’s swollen lips and mussed hair and draw any conclusion but the right one and Tim gave him the Look. The Look was what the guys on the team called the face Tim had on during a particularly heated game-Tim was genuinely as nice as he seemed, but he was a scary competitor and no matter how sportsmanlike he behaved or how quickly he was able to switch back into friendly mode with rivals after a game, he had a look that generally gave the impression that someone on the other team was not going to make it out of the Swamp alive. Riley was pretty sure that if Tim was looking at this random stranger like that, he was going to be even scarier once he faced the guy who he’d been tricked into living with.
Tim closed the door a little too hard and then came into the living room. As if nothing had happened, he gave Riley a “Hey, Coop” and a “Maybe get your big ass to bed,” smiling the same indulgent smile he smiled every time Riley had come home from a party with one too many in his system and grabbing some Advil and a glass of water for him. That, Riley decided, was nice. And Tim definitely wasn’t a homophobe. And he would need to consider things in the morning, but his stupid crush? Yeah, not getting any better. He thought something along the lines of “fuckfuckGoddammitfuck,” (some of which he must have said out loud because Tim scolded him about taking the Lord’s name in vain) and then he promptly passed out.
Life had gone on pretty much as usual after that. Tim didn’t act differently and Riley did his best not to act differently and the second month of being roommates went by just as smoothly as the first.
Then things got weird. Thing-one thing got weird. One night of incredible, inexplicable weirdness. The Gators dominated their game, the entire team went out to party, and Tim went with them. Which he did sometimes, that wasn’t the weird part, though it certainly wasn’t status quo. Riley didn’t-which was definitely entering weird territory-and Tim came home drunk while Riley was sober. That part was straight out of The Twilight Zone.
Tim got in at around midnight and dropped onto the couch smiling his stupid giggly drunk smile which Riley did not at all find adorable or anything gay like that.
“When are you gonna learn how to hold your liquor, Tebow?”
“I’m fine,” Tim said, shit-eating-grin taking up half his face. “I only had a few beers.”
“You weigh like 800 pounds. This is a disgrace to men everywhere.”
Riley got up to help Tim to bed because, one thing Riley and the rest of the Gator players had learned about getting Tim Tebow drunk was that it was one of the funniest things you could do (as well as one of the easiest if you could actually convince him to take a drink), but he usually needed all the help he could get because he was like a giant happy baby. Riley took Tim’s arm and was leading him to bed when Tim decided he wasn’t really in the mood for bed yet.
“I’m not drunk, Coooooooop.”
“You’re smilin’ pretty drunk.”
“Maybe I’m just happy.”
“You should be. We kicked ass today. Now go to bed.”
“I’ll go to bed if you’ll go to bed with me.”
A shiver ran down Riley’s spine. Tim was sitting on the edge of his bed now, still holding onto Riley’s arm, and, in all honesty, he hadn’t sounded drunk at all.
“You’re gonna remember you said that tomorrow and really regret it.”
“Doubt it.”
“Yeah, okay, goodnight now.”
Riley tried to turn and high tail right out of Tim’s room but Tim wasn’t letting go.
“Come on, Riley. I know you want to. And…fuck-” Tim flinched a little every time he really cursed (which again, not cute or anything) but this time the obscenity came out like it was second nature. “I want it so bad I can’t stand it anymore.”
“You don’t mean that, man. Virgin ‘til marriage and all that.”
“I did my best. I’m not a saint, you know. Just really, really close.”
Tim tugged Riley towards him and Riley couldn’t help taking a step forward.
“Won’t Jesus be awfully cross with you in the morning?”
“Honestly? I think Jesus has bigger things to worry about right now. He doesn’t care about this, he just cares that we’re good people. I’m good people. You’re…in good company. I’ll put in a word for you, I’m sure there’s still hope.”
Tim smiled at his own joke and looked up at Riley fondly. Riley wanted, like a stupid animal that did whatever its instincts told it to and didn’t remind itself of the fact that, if he went along with this, his best friend would probably hate him in the morning.
“I can’t man, you’re drunk. It’s like taking candy from a child or something.”
Which was a legitimate enough point. Riley had a fair share of dick moves in his past but he prided himself on the fact that he could get himself laid without getting people hammered first. There was a voice in his head that kept shouting that this was Tim and when was he ever going to get a chance like that again? But no, definitely not. Riley was not going to sink that low.
“Do I look like a 90 pound blonde to you, Cooper?”
“I’m not the drunk one and I honestly don’t think there’s enough alcohol in the world-”
“My point is: I think I can look after myself. I’m not drunk, okay? I had a few, sure, but I only did because I was tired of almost going there and chickening out. I wanted to do this. I’ve wanted to do this for a really, really long time.”
Here’s the thing. Tim was making a lot of sense. Riley had always thought the virgin ‘til marriage thing was a load of shit, though he’d admired Tim in an “it’s your funeral” kind-of-way…but if Tim didn’t have any qualms, Riley definitely wasn’t going to push it. It didn’t hurt that Tim’s breath tasted like beer, or that his lips were pornographic, or that, for a virgin, Tim definitely knew how to kiss. It definitely didn’t hurt that Riley had fallen a little in love with his best friend and that his best friend just might have done the same.
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