Saw this on reddit... enjoy!

Aaron Rodgers sat up in bed, and grabbed his phone off the nightstand. He shielded his eyes against the glare, and sighed heavily.

Another day, another dick pic. Shriveled, vascular, grey-pubed, purple-headed. Testicles down to the knees.

I told you, Brett, Aaron texted back. It was just the once. To say goodbye.

He eased back down onto his pillow. Just as his eyes began to close, the phone went off again.

Another dick pic, captioned You know you still want to wrangle this.

Aaron shook his head. Brett, I said no. Good night.

Almost instantly, a third. Lemme pull down that title belt.

Fuck off, Brett. GOOD NIGHT!!

From beside Aaron, there was a yawn. "Baby, who's texting at this hour?"

Aaron stroked Clay's stringy golden hair. He mumbled, "Don't worry about it. Go back to sleep."

"Okay."

"Just spoon me for a while first, okay? 'Til I fall asleep. We've got minicamp in the morning. Gotta be at our best..."

• Chapter 16: The Ol' Gunslinger Returns