"I'm hanging up right now." "I'm allowed to gloat. How many complete passes did you throw?" "Ben..." "17 of 41, was it? And how many did I throw?" "Ben..." "That's right, 13 of 14. So, I ask again, who's your daddy?" "I am totally kicking your ass next time I see you." "Big talk, man. Surprised you have any energy left after Mike got done chewing you out." "Surprised you couldn't hear him from Pittsburgh." "That bad?" "It was pretty brutal. We deserved it, though." "You'll do better next week. Now, open your door." "Huh?" "Your door. Open it so I can give you some proper TLC." "You're here in Buffalo?" "Yes. Now open the fucking door." One second, the door's open, the next, it's slammed shut as a back is slammed against it, two bodies coming together in a hot, furious, no-holds barred kiss of welcome. Long, tapered fingers grab at muscled arms, rough, callused hands rub along a newly shaved head, neither giving an inch until they're both out of breath and rock hard. "Can't believe you're here." "Came to collect." Laughter reverberates across the room before a pair of knees hits the carpet. Onto No Bet Needed
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