OMG!!!!!!!

[sparkysparky]

WHERE WAS TOM BRADY TONIGHT?!!!!! OMG!!!! *SOBS*


The giants were amazing. I'll give them that. DAMMIT!

PS: Tom/Eli make-up porn? y/y?

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[eeyore9990.livejournal.com]

No, no!!! Manning-cest!!! YES!!!

Go, Eli, I'm so proud of you, sweetie!!!

[sparkysparky.livejournal.com]

titti and I were saying during the game that every time Eli messed up, that was 1 spank. So YES MANNING-CEST I'm TOTALLY ON BOARD

And I love Eli too, but I've loved tom since he first took over for Drew, so that's 6 (7?) years of love. But Eli is adorable.

cross-posted from sansa's journal

[eeyore9990.livejournal.com]

Eli took a deep breath, dropped back, and threw the ball. It wasn't perfect, not Peyton's picture-postcard spiral, but it soared through the air anyway. The dull thud of it hitting human flesh reached him even from forty yards away and a feeling of satisfaction thrummed through him.

He hopped forward and started jogging toward mid-field, meeting Peyton half-way.

"That was an ugly throw, little brother," Peyton said with a little smirk, bumping his shoulder. "Let me show you how the big boys do it."

Eli rolled his eyes, but started forward for a button-hook. Twisting sideways, he turned to meet the tip of the ball as it plowed--perfect, as always--into his chest, knocking the breath from him for a heartbeat or two. He wrapped his arms around the ball, nearly losing it, but managed to keep it, anyway.

Not perfect, but it worked. Of course--

"Butt-ugly!" Peyton shouted, and his laugh drifted behind the words.

~*~


Today was a different kind of practice. Taking hits was part of being a quarterback. Taking them and keeping the ball and knowing how to get up--or not--afterward. It was all part of the game, but the one everyone hated most.

"God...damn...Peyton," he wheezed. Fucker.

Peyton was already on his feet, laughing. Eli tried to push down the resentment that was growing in the pit of his stomach, but today it didn't want to go away.

"Fine," he said gruffly, pushing to his feet and tossing the ball toward Peyton. "Your turn."

Peyton caught the ball and started running, eyes twinkling at Eli. "Catch me, little brother. If you can..."

Eli set his jaw and was running almost before he could think to start. He wasn't an elegant runner, not like Peyton, but...

crash

He got the job done.

He looked down, about to say something, get a bit of his own back, when he saw Peyton's face. His exertion had brought a flush to his cheeks, his lips were parted as he breathed heavily through them, and his eyes... still laughed up at Eli.

"Ugly tackle, little bro--"

Eli hadn't intended to do it. It was like running, he didn't have a chance to think about it, not really. His mouth was just suddenly there, covering Peyton's, his teeth clashing with his brother's as he bore down on top of him.

Peyton went stiff under him, a low, sharp sound escaping him before he flipped them both over, the ball still trapped between their bodies.

Peyton pulled back from the... kiss?... and Eli wondered what the hell was going to happen now. Peyton's face was serious, his eyes dark and unreadable as he stared down at Eli.

Eli shifted, trying to fight free, wanting to make some joke or an excuse or simply forget anything about this day had ever happened when he heard it.

"Ugly, little brother."

He didn't know if Peyton was talking about him, the kiss, or the tackle.

"Let me show you how the big boys do it."

Re: cross-posted from sansa's journal

[sparkysparky.livejournal.com]

OMG YOU ROCK so hard. This was perfect!!!! :-D

[sinfuldraconis.livejournal.com]

It was an interesting game, wasn't it? I was shocked that the Patriots (especially Tom) played so badly. Did you notice at the end when Eli was named MVP, Payton didn't look too happy?