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“The Bears have called a timeout here on 3rd down.”
The camera pans across the field as the players take a breather, the snow still falling in thick sheets. Waterboys run out onto the field, bottles already in hand as they reach the players. The Cowboys stand in a loose huddle, rubbing their arms and kicking the snow away from their feet.
The camera changes from the field to the fans, showing various groups of fans in their snow gear braving the cold. As the camera moves along the end zone, the announcer starts speaking again.
“We have a Bears legend here in the stands today, our production teams tells us now.”
The camera pans to where Tom Kazansky is sitting - he’s wearing a Bears beanie over his graying hair and a blue and orange scarf up high around his mouth. His gloved hands are holding a cup of hot chocolate as he turns and speaks to someone two rows up behind him, wearing a blue and orange scarf but a 49ers beanie.
“Tom Kazansky is here tonight, and it looks like he’s joined by his longtime partner Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell, one of the best wide receivers of all time.”
“Tom says he tries to be as impartial as he can, but he does still root for the Bears each week while Pete goes to 49ers games whenever he can.”
The camera pans back slightly, showing where Maverick is sitting next to a much taller man wearing a Cowboys beanie, a cane between his legs. He’s gesturing animatedly as he talks to the blonde woman sitting next to Kazansky, wearing a plain black outfit.
“Correct me if I’m wrong here, Tony, but I think that’s Natasha Floyd sitting there in the middle?”
The camera, which had been panning away to the rest of the crowd, moves back to where Natasha is leaning against a man in a Cowboy's beanie, scarf up over his mouth and sunglasses over his eyes. They’re joking around with each other, the scarf slipping down his face a bit to expose his mustache and wide grin.
“The 49ers are on their bye week this week, so she must’ve traveled here to see her husband play.”
“I think you’re right and I’d dare to say that’s Bradley Bradshaw next to her. He and Robert Floyd have been friends since college, if you remember that from their draft.”
The camera stays on the group for a second longer and then it switches to where Floyd is standing on the sideline, a large blue coat covering his body. He’s talking to Jake Seresin, and the camera catches the moment they both look up towards the stands, Floyd waving excitedly. The screen splits in time to see Natasha waving back, as well as everyone around her.
“Look at that, don’t you love to see that?”
“I think we can expect a tweet from Bradshaw about how he’s only here to support his good friend Floyd, yeah? Can’t be rooting for the enemy.”
The announcers laugh as Seresin makes a face at the stands before laughing, pushing Floyd a bit away from him as the refs whistle for the end of the timeout. The camera lingers on Seresin and Floyd for a moment longer, the split screen sliding away as Seresin smiles up at the stands, a bit softer.
“I think we can, Tony.”
The camera switches back to the sky cam, the snow falling heavy enough to obscure the field from view.
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@bradbrad: we out here for @RobertFloyd, would’ve been better if they’d lost [selfie of Natasha and Bradley, snow on their beanies and cheeks, a couple flakes in Bradley’s mustache, as they both stick out their tongues]
@NTrace: @bradbrad hey now, I thought we agreed to remain neutral
@RobertFloyd: @bradbrad @NTrace I appreciate the neutral support.
@seresin_jake: [team photographer photograph of team celebrating win in the snow]
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Jake lands in Texas ready to collapse into his bed. His bones still feel cold from Chicago, regardless of how many hot showers he's taken and how many layers he's wearing. It's a little chilly in Texas but nothing like the biting cold of the Midwest.
Coach gives them an extra day to recuperate, warm back up after the game, before they have to prepare for their next game against the Giants. Jake high fives Javy, hugs Bob tight and then heads out for his truck. He texts his sister to drop off Jasper so the dog has time to run around and mark all of his favorite spots around the property before Jake gets home and sleeps for hours.
Jake sighs when he pulls into his driveway, punching in the gate code with a smile. There’s something so comforting about coming home after being away, especially for two straight weeks of away games. He rolls up the driveway slowly, letting the property come into view. It’s dark outside but the moon is high - Jake can see the outline of the hills off in the distance as the house comes into view.
There’s a light on inside the house and Jake’s brow furrows as he pulls off to the right, parking up against the shed there. Jasper isn’t waiting when he opens the truck door and the furrow of Jake’s brow deepens as he grabs his bag and locks the truck.
He pulls out his phone as he walks up the front steps, looking to see if his sister had texted him anything. He doesn’t see much besides the few texts from his agent and the one text from Javy, reminding him what time to get back at the team facility on Tuesday.
When he walks into the house, he’s aware of a few things. The first is that the light is coming from his bedroom, which he is entirely sure he didn’t leave on or his sister wouldn’t have touched if she’d come into the house when dropping Jasper off. The second is that Jasper doesn’t run right up to him, yipping and begging for attention.
The third is there’s a familiar pair of shoes lined up next to his boots by the door. His heart flutters and he drops his bag to the floor, kicking off his shoes in a rush and moving down the hallway to his bedroom.
“Oh, you’re finally home.”
Jake’s heart thuds to a stop when he walks into his bedroom, a flush creeping up his neck as he takes in the scene in front of him. Laid out on his bed, apparently only wearing a Cowboy's jersey and boxers, is Bradley. He’s smirking at Jake, eyes sparkling in the low light from the bedside lamp, and his feet shift slightly as Jake doesn’t move. Taking a deep breath, Jake steps into the room.
“Who let you in?” Jake asks as he steps closer, the only words he can manage to get out of his mouth. Bradley grins, shifting so he’s cross legged on the bed, patting the space in front of him. Jake walks to the end of the bed and stops. “And where’s Jasper?”
“Your sister still has him,” Bradley says, patting the bed again. Jake’s eyes travel across his chest, lingering on the number on the front of the jersey he’s wearing. A pleasant, happy warmth is spreading through his chest as he realizes what’s happened here.
“And she let you in here.”
“She did.”
“Which one?”
“Savannah,” Bradley says, reaching for Jake. This time, Jake obliges and slips off his sweats, kicking them across the floor before he climbs up onto the bed and pushes Bradley back onto the pillows.
“How did you get here so fast? I know you were at the game,” Jake says as he hovers over Bradley, one of his hands tracing the outline of the jersey number.
“It’s amazing what my agent is capable of,” Bradley says, pulling Jake’s face down into a kiss. It’s short and brief because Bradley pulls back almost instantly. “I also left before the game ended.”
“Rude!” Jake laughs, pushing away from Bradley. They both laugh as Bradley follows, grabbing onto Jake’s arms and pinning him to the bed. Jake pushes against his grip but they’re pretty evenly matched and Jake’s tired. He bucks his hips a few times, satisfied in the way Bradley’s eyes flutter at the contact, before giving up entirely.
The grip Bradley has on his arms lessens and his eyes soften as Jake finally feels himself relax. He knows the second his walls come down, that last layer of protection he keeps on falling away, because Bradley smiles and leans down to kiss Jake softly.
It’s been a couple weeks since they’ve seen each other, which they knew would happen. They spent almost all of the offseason attached at the hip, alternating between Jake’s house and Bradley’s apartment in Philly. There had been a lot of talks, once they realized that the feelings weren’t going to pass. In fact, it hadn’t taken them long to realize that whatever was growing between them (and had been growing for months) was pretty serious.
“God, I’ve missed you,” Jake whispers as Bradley breaks away from his mouth and moves to Jake’s neck. He wraps his arms around Bradley’s shoulders and pulls him even closer, smiling when Bradley sits back and pulls Jake with him. He ends up in Bradley’s lap, legs hooked around his waist. “That’s still so hot.”
“I know, sweetheart,” Bradley mumbles, tugging at the bottom of Jake’s shirt. He leans back and lets Bradley pull it off, sighing happily as Bradley attaches his mouth to Jake’s collarbone.
“Baby,” Jake says, lacing his fingers into Bradley’s hair. He tugs gently. “I need to shower.”
“Later,” Bradley says, attaching his teeth to Jake’s shoulder muscle. Jake grips the back of the jersey Bradley’s wearing and that’s when his brain suddenly catches up to where he is.
“Wait a moment,” Jake says, pushing Bradley back slightly. He frowns, but Bradley lets Jake move back onto the bed, tugging at the fabric covering Bradley’s chest. “What’s this?”
“A jersey,” Bradley says, cheeks going a bit red. Jake tugs at it harder, forcing Bradley to lean forward into his space. “A Cowboy's jersey.”
Jake hums softly. “I can see that. Were you wearing this at the game, under your winter coat?”
“Maybe,” Bradley says, biting down on his bottom lip as he smiles. “Might’ve had it delivered the other week.”
“You bought one? I could’ve gotten you one!”
“Nah,” Bradley scoots closer, up into Jake’s space. “Wanted it to be a surprise.”
A feeling not unfamiliar to Jake blossoms in his chest and he’s powerless to stop it as it consumes his entire brain, bright letters flashing behind his eyes. He takes a deep breath, pulling on the bottom of the jersey until Bradley takes his hands, threading their fingers together. They look at each other for a moment and Jake watches as confusion and then something else, something surprised and happy, fills Bradley’s eyes.
“I love you,” Jake whispers softly, the words barely making it past his lips. Bradley hears them though, as close as they are, and before Jake can fully process what he’s just said, Bradley’s surging in and kissing him, hard.
It’s sloppy and uncoordinated and Jake’s head is spinning when Bradley finally pulls back, both of them gasping for air. Bradley’s hands are on his face, thumbs moving across his cheeks, and Jake inexplicably feels like he could cry. The feeling bubbles out of him as a laugh, eyes watering a bit as Bradley kisses him again, softer this time.
“I fucking love you,” Jake says, smiling against Bradley’s lips. He can feel Bradley smiling too and it’s the only reason he’s not freaking out that Bradley hasn’t said it back.
“Jake,” Bradley whispers, taking a deep breath. Their foreheads rest against each other and Jake grips Bradley’s sides, holding on tight. He can feel the tremors going through Bradley’s body, the slight shake to his hands. “I… I love you.”
This time, Jake surges forward, capturing Bradley’s lips in a kiss as he pushes Bradley backwards onto the bed, their teeth clacking together slightly. They laugh, the sounds soft and barely leaving the bubble around them, before their lips sear together again and the only sounds in the room are soft moans and the slick sounds of lips sliding together.
Jake pulls at the jersey, wanting it off Bradley as fast as possible. It’s been weeks since he’s felt his boyfriends chest under his hands, felt any part of his boyfriend actually, and he needs to feel the warmth of his skin. He breaks the kiss, putting a finger against Bradley’s lips as he chases Jake’s mouth and pulls at the jersey, smiling as Bradley rolls his eyes and lets Jake take it off him.
“Be gentle with that,” Bradley says as Jake tosses it across the room. “I paid good money for it.”
“Shut up,” Jake says around a laugh, cupping Bradley’s face in his hands and shaking his head gently. “I’ll get you another one if it rips.”
“It needs to be a home jersey,” Bradley says, laughing loudly as Jake rolls his eyes, bending in to kiss along the line of Bradley’s neck.
“Baby, I’ll give you one off my back if you’d like,” Jake mumbles into his neck, hands sliding down his sides until he reaches Bradley’s hips. He pushes gently, shivering at the soft gasp that Bradley lets out at the sensation.
“We should do a jersey swap after a game,” Bradley says as Jake pulls back so they can see each other. Jake shakes his head, bending down to kiss Bradley softly.
“I don’t know if I’d be able to keep my hands off you.”
“Can’t get called for illegal use of hands after the game, so I think you’re fine.”
Jake groans, dropping his face into Bradley’s neck as Bradley laughs and squeezes Jake’s ass. “You’re horrible.”
“No,” Bradley corrects, pushing his hips up into Jake’s. “I’m horny.”
Jake sighs heavily, arms wrapping around Bradley’s shoulders as best they can. Their bare chests are pressed together, warmth building between them as Jake grinds his hips down into Bradley’s.
“That was horrible,” Jake whispers, kissing Bradley’s shoulder. He trails kisses up his neck to his cheeks, across his nose and to the other side of his neck, before finding his way back to Bradley’s lips. “I can’t believe I’m in love with you.”
“Likewise,” Bradley replies after a moment, pulling Jake’s hips down against his own. Their bodies jolt as their dicks rub against each other through the fabric of their boxers. “Now please… please touch me.”
To emphasize his point, Bradley slides his hands under the waistband of Jake’s boxers, fingers digging into the meat of his ass. Jake moans, his hips moving on their own, and pushes himself up to sit on Bradley’s waist.
“Take these off then,” Jake says impatiently, moving so he can kick off his own underwear. Bradley grumbles under his breath but does as Jake says, tossing his boxers across the room before grabbing Jake again and pulling him close.
“Don’t tease, it’s been weeks,” Bradley mumbles, a little vulnerable as Jake settles onto his lap again, placing an elbow on the bed next to Bradley’s head.
“It’s just too easy, baby,” Jake says but he kisses Bradley softly, reaching between them to wrap his hand around Bradley’s dick. “Always so easy for me.”
Bradley moans deeply, his head pushing back into the pillows as his hands grip Jake’s ass even tighter. One of his fingers is getting closer and closer to Jake’s rim and he knows it’ll be his undoing if he feels Bradley’s hands there. Even so, he pushes back into the feeling and gasps as Bradley bucks up into his hand.
“Fuck, Jake,” Bradley gasps, tilting his head back to catch Jake’s lips in an open mouth kiss. “Let me just-”
Jake shudders as Bradley takes one of his hands off Jake’s ass and slides it between them. His hand joins Jake’s and Jake knows what he wants to do before Bradley opens his mouth.
“Let me,” Bradley whispers as he takes both of their dicks in his hand, using precome and sweat to slick up his hand as he starts to stroke them both. Jake puts both elbows down on the bed, tangling his fingers in Bradley’s hair.
“Yeah, baby, just like that,” Jake mumbles, kissing Bradley’s lips again as his hips grind up into Bradley’s hand.
"God, I've missed you." Bradley’s free hand is suddenly in Jake’s hair, holding his head in place as Bradley’s hand moves a bit faster, the glide becoming easier as they each near their orgasms. Their lips are barely an inch apart, foreheads touching and noses pressed together as Jake pulls on Bradley’s hair and Bradley jerks them off.
“I missed you too, baby,” Jake whispers softly, his chest expanding with the remnants of longing he’s felt over the past couple weeks. “So, so much.”
Bradley swears under his breath and Jake feels his dick twitch against his own, a sure sign he’s about to come. Jake moves his hips slightly, adding a bit more friction to the mix, before he pulls his head free of Bradley’s hand and finds a soft expanse of skin to bite down on.
“Jake!” Bradley gasps, arm wrapping around Jake’s shoulders as he thrusts up against Jake’s body, both of them shaking as Bradley’s orgasm shakes through him. The feeling of Bradley’s come helping Bradley’s hand glide across Jake’s most sensitive skin sends shivers down Jake’s spine and he comes with a soft cry against Bradley’s skin not but a moment later.
They stay close for a moment, breathing harshly into the space between them as they both come down. Jake keeps his face in Bradley’s neck, massaging his scalp gently as Bradley’s hand falls away from their dicks, resting against Jake’s thigh. Bradley’s other hand moves from Jake’s hair to his back, gentle fingers tracing muscles on Jake’s shoulders.
“Is this why you wouldn’t let me shower?” Jake pushes himself up slightly so he can see Bradley’s face. There’s a blush there not just from the exertion of an orgasm, a shyness in his eyes that gives him away. “Because you were going to get me dirty all over again?”
“Are you really complaining about an orgasm?” Bradley replies, swiping his fingers through the mess of come on his chest and bringing them to his mouth. Jake groans, falling away from Bradley so he’s laying on his side on the bed. Bradley chuckles softly. “See, this is why I wanted to shower after we had sex.”
“Always thinking ahead, huh?” Jake asks, pushing his head up onto his hand so he can see Bradley. His boyfriend winks at him, reaching for the nightstand to grab a tissue to wipe most of the come off his body with.
“I am,” Bradley says simply, balling up the tissue into his hand and moving to stand up. “Let’s go shower.”
“Oh, lets? Both of us, huh?” Jake teases, standing up and walking around the bed to where Bradley is standing. They both seem to forget about the easy back and forth as Jake catches sight of the jersey on the floor, a soft smile spreading across his face.
“I mean, you can shower alone-”
“Bradley,” Jake says, interrupting easily. He steps into his space, wrapping his arms around Bradley’s waist and tilting his head back slightly for a kiss. “Thank you for surprising me.”
Bradley’s smile goes a little lopsided, his eyes softening. “I missed you, more than I thought I would,” he confesses softly. “I texted my agent at halftime because I needed to see you.”
Jake’s stomach swoops and his chest aches and he pulls Bradley into another kiss, this one more proper and less teeth. Bradley’s arms wrap around Jake tight, both of them groaning as their dicks brush.
“I love you,” Jake says again, partially because he can, but mostly because he means it. He means it very much. He can see that Bradley feels the same in the sparkle in his warm brown eyes.
“I love you too, sweetheart,” Bradley whispers, kissing him. “I’ll tell you all about it after we shower.”
“Deal,” Jake says, finding Bradley’s hand and entwining their fingers together. He squeezes once and Bradley squeezes back and they grin at each other as Jake pulls Bradley towards the bathroom.
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@jakeseresin: [photo of rumpled up sheets at the end of the bed, jasper curled up in the blankets, photo of a cowboys jersey hanging on a hanger on the back of a door, photo of shoes lined up on a shoe rack, photo of a sunset, dark curly hair just visible at the bottom of the shot] caption: home sweet home, the place i love the most ❤️