Ficlet: Rivalry
Title: Rivalry
Author: kathrynthegr8
Fandom: NFL RPF
Pairing: Peyton/Tom
Rating: pg
Word Count: 375
Disclaimer: I do not own anything you see here. Written entirely for my own amusement.
A/N: Many spanks to my incredibly funny beta, eeyore9990.
Peyton grinned when Tom entered the small reception room. He admired the smaller quarterback's physique and perfect hair. Everyone knew Tom looked like a model or some Hollywood leading man, especially Tom.
"Good game tonight, man." He reached for Tom's hand and gripped it firmly in his own. Their callused palms pressed together for a moment before the handshake was over. ""That last play was a killer."
"Look, Peyton, Gisele is waiting for me at the hotel..." Tom murmured and lowered his eyes, blushing. "I know what we said, but I should probably go."
"Sure. Would you say that if you had won? I mean, you still showed up here." Peyton sat on the leather couch and made himself comfortable. His entire body ached from the exertion of the game. He grimaced and stretched out his legs. "Look, if you want to go, I won't stop you, but we both knew the terms when we made the bet."
"Are you trying to shame me into this?" Tom turned and shut the door firmly, locking it with a click. "You think I can't take you? That because you beat me on the field I'm going to run and hide?"
Peyton chuckled and then covered it with a cough. "I would never think that, Tom." He leaned forward and smiled easily. "Damn, you're a good looking guy, you know?"
Tom shifted his stance and ran his fingers through his hair. "So are we going to do this?"
"Oh yeah, we're doing this." Peyton answered and then stood up, crowding Tom's personal space. "Get comfortable."
He watched in amusement as Tom toed off his expensive loafers and lowered his designer jeans, taking the time to fold them neatly after and place them in the corner. Peyton hadn't thought that Tom was the type of guy to 'freeball', but he guessed he learned something new everyday.
"Nice." Peyton licked his lips, enjoying the view as Tom knelt on the couch, resting his hands on the back as he spread his legs. "Watch your knee, the season isn't over yet."
"Funny." Tom growled at him.
"So they tell me." He took a step forward and placed a hand on Tom's hip. "Now close your eyes and think of Bill Belichick..."
Author: kathrynthegr8
Fandom: NFL RPF
Pairing: Peyton/Tom
Rating: pg
Word Count: 375
Disclaimer: I do not own anything you see here. Written entirely for my own amusement.
A/N: Many spanks to my incredibly funny beta, eeyore9990.
Peyton grinned when Tom entered the small reception room. He admired the smaller quarterback's physique and perfect hair. Everyone knew Tom looked like a model or some Hollywood leading man, especially Tom.
"Good game tonight, man." He reached for Tom's hand and gripped it firmly in his own. Their callused palms pressed together for a moment before the handshake was over. ""That last play was a killer."
"Look, Peyton, Gisele is waiting for me at the hotel..." Tom murmured and lowered his eyes, blushing. "I know what we said, but I should probably go."
"Sure. Would you say that if you had won? I mean, you still showed up here." Peyton sat on the leather couch and made himself comfortable. His entire body ached from the exertion of the game. He grimaced and stretched out his legs. "Look, if you want to go, I won't stop you, but we both knew the terms when we made the bet."
"Are you trying to shame me into this?" Tom turned and shut the door firmly, locking it with a click. "You think I can't take you? That because you beat me on the field I'm going to run and hide?"
Peyton chuckled and then covered it with a cough. "I would never think that, Tom." He leaned forward and smiled easily. "Damn, you're a good looking guy, you know?"
Tom shifted his stance and ran his fingers through his hair. "So are we going to do this?"
"Oh yeah, we're doing this." Peyton answered and then stood up, crowding Tom's personal space. "Get comfortable."
He watched in amusement as Tom toed off his expensive loafers and lowered his designer jeans, taking the time to fold them neatly after and place them in the corner. Peyton hadn't thought that Tom was the type of guy to 'freeball', but he guessed he learned something new everyday.
"Nice." Peyton licked his lips, enjoying the view as Tom knelt on the couch, resting his hands on the back as he spread his legs. "Watch your knee, the season isn't over yet."
"Funny." Tom growled at him.
"So they tell me." He took a step forward and placed a hand on Tom's hip. "Now close your eyes and think of Bill Belichick..."
