05-03-2018, 07:58 AM
Quote:Aaron Rodgers sat up in bed, and grabbed his phone off the nightstand. He shielded his eyes against the glare, and sighed heavily.
Quote:Another day, another dick pic. Shriveled, vascular, grey-pubed, purple-headed. Testicles down to the knees.
Quote:I told you, Brett, Aaron texted back. It was just the once. To say goodbye.
Quote:He eased back down onto his pillow. Just as his eyes began to close, the phone went off again.
Quote:Another dick pic, captioned You know you still want to wrangle this.
Quote:Aaron shook his head. Brett, I said no. Good night.
Quote:Almost instantly, a third. Lemme pull down that title belt.
Quote:Fuck off, Brett. GOOD NIGHT!!
Quote:From beside Aaron, there was a yawn. "Baby, who's texting at this hour?"
Quote:Aaron stroked Clay's stringy golden hair. He mumbled, "Don't worry about it. Go back to sleep."
Quote:"Okay."
Quote:"Just spoon me for a while first, okay? 'Til I fall asleep. We've got minicamp in the morning. Gotta be at our best..."
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- Chapter 16: The Ol' Gunslinger Returns
