broadwriting: (matt&ben (football otp))
Title: "Championship Bet" 1/1
Authors: Brenda ([livejournal.com profile] azewewish) & Jo ([livejournal.com profile] idiosyncratic)
Series: The Bet Series (Part Twenty-Six)
Pairing: Ben Roethlisberger/Matt Hasselbeck (special appearance by Tom Brady)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The Steelers are in the Super Bowl. But that's the only true thing going on.
Summary: After the AFC Championship game against the Ravens, Ben and Matt find a way to celebrate.
Notes: C'mon, you didn't think we'd let such an historic game go without a fic, did you? *g*


Go celebrate with your boy. You definitely earned it tonight... )
broadwriting: (matt&ben (football otp))
Title: "Permanent Bet" 1/1
Author: Brenda ([livejournal.com profile] azewewish)
Series: The Bet Series (Part Twenty-Five)
Pairing: Ben Roethlisberger/Matt Hasselbeck (Jason Taylor/Jeremy Shockey)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Never happened.
Summary: Ben has a bright idea. Matt tries not to act surprised.
Notes: Takes place sometime during the 2008 season.

So, I was thinking... )
broadwriting: (matt&ben (football otp))
Title: "Almost Perfect Bet" 1/1
Author: Brenda ([livejournal.com profile] azewewish)
Series: The Bet Series (Part Twenty-Three)
Pairing: Ben Roethlisberger/Matt Hasselbeck
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Never happened.
Summary: Matt's had a horrible game. Ben hasn't.
Notes: Takes place right after Week One of the 2008 season, where Pittsburgh won against the Texans and the Seahawks lost to the Bills.



"Who's your motherfuckin' daddy?"

"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.

***
broadwriting: (matt&ben (football otp))
Title: "Forget The Bet"
Authors: Brenda & Jo ([livejournal.com profile] azewewish & [livejournal.com profile] idiosyncratic)
Pairing: Ben Roethlisberger/Matt Hasselbeck
Series Title: "The Bet Series"
Rating: NC-17
Summary: After the 'rematch', Matt and Ben have lots of sex unwind. Follows after Betting The House.
Disclaimer: Never happened, isn't happening now.
Notes: On October 7th, 2007, Pittsburgh and Seattle played against each other for the first time since Super Bowl XL. Pittsburgh shut the Seahawks down, 21-0.

Wherein there's fighting, fucking, drunk atheletes, and all the testosterone money can buy )
broadwriting: (matt&ben (football otp))
Title: "Betting The House" 1/1
Author: Brenda ([livejournal.com profile] azewewish)
Series Title: "The Bet Series"
Fandom: Football RPS
Pairing: Ben Roethlisberger/Matt Hasselbeck
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ben wants to up the stakes. What else is new? *g*
Disclaimer: Never happened, isn't happening now.
Author's notes: Sequel to Hold Your Bet.



The bedroom looked like a tornado had struck it – pillows and sheets carelessly tossed on the carpet, clothes were scattered hither and yon, and the two men lounging on the bed were the perfect picture of sexed-out languid.

The scratch of fingers across a stubbled chin broke the almost tangible, easy quiet. "So, I been thinkin'..."

A blue eye cracked open in lazy curiosity. The drawl was soft, sleepy. "Uh oh."

"Hush." The shoulder nudge was affectionate. "Anyway, I've been thinkin' about when I win the bet –"

"You mean, if you win."

"When I win the bet, I'm thinking I might try a little something different."

"Different, huh?"

"Mmhmm." Then a muscled body rolled, pinned the other to the mattress. Both groaned as they slid together in delicious, heated friction. The kiss was slow, thorough, and twin appreciative moans filled the air.

"Explain different to me." The demand was softened by another quick kiss that turned into two kisses, then three.

"Well..." Hazel eyes twinkled in mischief. "Triple or nothing's special...and you looked really hot in that grass skirt..."

Low groan. "Ah, fuck, man, just stop there."

A dark eyebrow lifted in challenge. "So, that's a no on the garter belt...?"

***
broadwriting: (matt&ben (football otp))
Title: "New Year, New Bet" 1/1
Author: Brenda ([livejournal.com profile] azewewish)
Series Title: "The Bet Series"
Fandom: Football RPS
Pairing: Matt Hasselbeck/Ben Roethlisberger
Rating: PG
Summary: New terms are set.
Disclaimer: Never happened, isn't happening now.
Author's notes: Ben and Matt face each other again on October 7th. You think we'd let that slide without fic? *g*


"So..." the voice on the line was casual - too casual. "This Sunday, huh?"

The reply was immediately wary. "Yeah, what about it?"

"I'm thinking rematch."

A booming laugh, tinged with amusement and the first hint of arousal. "You're thinking that, huh?"

"Went well for us last time."

"For you, you mean." It was said without heat.

The grin was evident, even over the phone. "For both of us. You tryin' to say you didn't have a good time?"

"Ain't sayin' that at all."

"Good, 'cause I'd hate to call you a liar." Slight pause. "So, you up for it?"

Like the question even had to be asked... "Yeah, I think I might be. Terms?"

"Well, we've done double or nothing, so how about triple?"

Low, admiring whistle. "During the season? That'll be hard to pull off."

"To be collected during bye week, then."

"Alright, you're on."

"Good." Another slight pause. "See ya on Friday, then?"

"I'll be there." Then, low, with a hint of wicked intent: " I'd get some sleep beforehand, if I were you."

"Planning on wearing me out?"

"Damn right I am."

"Looking forward to it."

"Damn well better be, man."

"See you on Friday."

***
broadwriting: (matt&ben (football))
Title: "Hedge Your Bets" 1/1
Authors: Brenda [livejournal.com profile] azewewish & Jo [livejournal.com profile] idiosyncratic
Series Title: "The Bet Series"
Pairing: Ben Roethlisberger/Matt Hasselbeck
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Matt flies home after a losing game.
Feedback: Love it.
Disclaimer: Never happened.
Notes: Takes place the night of the Seattle Seahawks vs. Chicago Bears game on October 1, 2006. The Seahawks lost 37-6.

Hedge Your Bets )
broadwriting: (matt&ben (football))
Title: "Safe Bet" 1/1
Authors: Brenda ([livejournal.com profile] azewewish) & Jo ([livejournal.com profile] idiosyncratic)
Series Title: "The Bet Series"
Pairing: Ben Roethlisberger/Matt Hasselbeck
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The aftermath of Big Ben's accident. Takes place a few months after Roadside Bet.
Feedback: Love it.
Disclaimer: Never happened.
Notes: Originally written back in June. Sorry for the delay in getting it posted. Uh...oops. *g*

Safe Bet )
broadwriting: (matt&ben (football))
Title: "Mid-Summer Bet" 1/1
Author: Brenda ([livejournal.com profile] azewewish)
Fandom: NFL RPS
Series: The Bet Series
Pairing: Ben Roethlisberger/Matt Hasselbeck
Rating: PG
Summary: Ben loses his first bet to Matt. (Post-accident)
Disclaimer: Never happened.
Notes: Drabble written just after the 2006 All-Star Game (also called the Mid-Summer Classic), which was held in Pittsburgh. The American League won, 3-2.
FYI, the Pittsburgh Pirates are a National League team and the Seattle Mariners are an American League team, so Matt & Ben betting against each other makes sense. *g*



"Pay up."

"What...dude, what're you talking about, we don't –"

"American League just won."

"Are you shitting me? You remember that?"

"Man doesn’t forget a bet like that, Ben."

"We made it in January."

"So?"

"So...you have a freakish memory."

"And you still have to pay up."

"You car's in Seattle."

"Yours, then. I'm not that picky."

"Weren't you just telling me I should rest up?"

"Keep saying you don't need it."

"Well, I don't."

"Alright, then. Pay up."

"Fucking pervert, man."

"Hey, you're the one that agreed."

"Fucking National League..."

"Don't worry, there's always next year to get even."


***
broadwriting: (matt&ben (football))
Title: "Roadside Bet" 1/1
Authors: Brenda ([livejournal.com profile] azewewish) & Jo ([livejournal.com profile] idiosyncratic)
Fandom: NFL RPS
Series Title: "The Bet Series"
Pairing: Ben Roethlisberger/Matt Hasselbeck
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ben and Matt go on a road trip. Takes place right after Reunion (And A New Bet).
Feedback: Love it.
Disclaimer: Never happened.
Notes: YURT!SEX!!! All information on Harris Beach State Park and the yurts in question can be found here and here. And, um, did we mention the YURT!SEX!!!!

A yurt, Ben snorts, as if that explains everything )
broadwriting: (matt&ben (football))
Title: "Reunion (And A New Bet)" 1/1
Authors: Brenda & Jo ([livejournal.com profile] azewewish and [livejournal.com profile] idiosyncratic)
Fandom: Football RPS
Pairing: Matt Hasselbeck/Ben Roethlisberger
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Matt and Ben meet up, two months later. (Part of The Bet series)
Disclaimer: Never happened, isn't happening now. Although Ben was in Rancho Mirage for a golf tournament last month.
Authors' notes: Because [livejournal.com profile] sweill wanted Speciall Hell fic for her birthday, and who are we to refuse her?


Suddenly, the evening just got a fuck of a lot more entertaining. )
broadwriting: (matt&ben (football))
Title: "Paying the Bet" 1/1
Author: Brenda
Fandom: Football RPS
Pairing: Matt Hasselbeck/Ben Roethlisberger
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Matt collects. Takes place immediately after this. (written by Jo.)
Disclaimer: Never happened, isn't happening now.
Author's notes: Why stop a good thing? I mean, really. *grins*


"So..."

"So." The sound of the lock tumbling into place is eerily loud in the suddenly too-quiet hotel suite. In the distance – feels like a million miles away – both can hear the subtle crashing of the waves. The room is illuminated with only moon, but neither suggests turning on a light. What would be the point, when they already have each other memorized? Blue eyes, normally so easy-going, laidback, bore into hazel ones with the intensity of a predator. "No backing out...right?"

"No." Calloused fingers rub once through a somewhat straggly goatee, then drop. The time for play is over. "Tell me where you want me."

The smile is slow, arrogant, and filled wicked glee. "Naked. On your knees."

The only reaction at first is a stuttered, quick intake of breath. Then, a slight nod, an even slighter curve of lips, and nimble fingers start unthreading the buttons of a truly loud print shirt. Cool eyes, dark with lust and possession, rake over strong arms, a bare chest, muscled hips. Once all clothing's been cast carelessly aside, they both look at each other for a long moment that stretches into infinity.

And, finally, comes the dull thud of knees hitting the carpet.
broadwriting: (matt&ben (football))
Title: "Terms of the Bet" 1/1
Author: Brenda
Fandom: Football RPS
Pairing: Matt Hasselbeck/Ben Roethlisberger
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Small talk about the Pro Bowl. Takes place (not quite) immediately after this. (written by Jo.)
Disclaimer: Never happened, isn't happening now.
Author's notes: All aboard the Special-Hell Bus!!!!



"Alright, so, if the NFC wins, you expect me to wear the skirt? That sound about right?" Calloused fingers wrap around the small jar of marmalade while hazel eyes glance up in curiosity.

"You're the one hammering on about the skirt." White teeth flash in a bright grin. On the table in front of them, there's enough food to feed an army. The breeze blowing across their private balcony carries the salty tang of the ocean. And the two of them are sprawled comfortably together, legs tangled, naked...and likely to stay that way until they have to be somewhere.

"Well, the skirt was the original bet."

Blue eyes narrow as a stray bit of marmalade drops in the webbing between a forefinger and thumb. Warm lips cover the spot before the other's even aware the movement. Small, inward smile at the hitch of breath, tongue flickering out, lightning-quick, before pulling back. "Forty-eight hours."

"That's what you want?" The question is accompanied by a heated look, a liquid-slow kiss.

"That's what I want."

"And if the AFC wins?"

The reply is soft, challenging, as long fingers glide along a muscled thigh. "Anything you want."

"Oh, I'm going to love this bet..."
broadwriting: (matt&ben (football))
Title: "Double Your Bet" 1/1
Author: Brenda
Fandom: Football RPS
Pairing: Matt Hasselbeck/Ben Roethlisberger
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Helluva way to wake up in Hawaii. Takes place immediately after this. (written by Jo.)
Disclaimer: Never happened, isn't happening now.
Author's notes: No, we aren't starting again. Really. You can trust us. *beams*



He rolls instinctively into the warmth before it dawns on him that there's someone else in the bed. One blue eye, heavy with fatigue, cracks open, and the slow blink turns into stare when he sees the all-too familiar cocky grin staring down at him. "The fuck..." His voice is rough with sleep.

"Told you ten hours." Gentle, but firm, hands turn him over, and he's pinned down by a slightly heavier body. "Do I even get an aloha kiss?"

He leans up into the kiss before his brain catches up with the fact that this is actually happening. He promptly loses the thought in the next meeting of lips and tongues, the slow shift of a hard, naked body pressing him into the mattress. It's only when they part, both breathing heavy, that brain power returns. "You were already gonna come out here, weren't you?"

"Well yeah." Hazel-green eyes flash with amusement. "But I still won the bet."

"The...oh fuck."

"Nice and slow, just like I said." Calloused fingers stroke over a goatee in pretend concentration. "You got the skirt?"

Desperate times call for desperate measures. "Why don't we make it double or nothing?"

"What'd you have in mind?"
broadwriting: (rugby7)
Title: "Place Your Bets" 1/1
Author: Brenda
Fandom: Football RPS
Pairing: Matt Hasselbeck/Ben Roethlisberger
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Hard sex and trash talk. Takes place immediately after this. (written by Jo.)
Disclaimer: Never happened, isn't happening now.
Author's notes: The end of the series & finally, we get sex. Amen & hallelujah, see you in the fall. *g*



"Fuck..." The word is strangled, low, as long fingers twist, move, prepare. "Do it."

"With pleasure." Hazel-green eyes, clouded with lust and need, close in ecstasy at the first smooth thrust home. "Fuck...you feel good..."

Hips shift, align as they start rocking, skin to skin, eager cock buried deep inside a willing ass.

"More..." It's ground out like a command.

"Just for you." Solid snap forward, each thrust a declaration of intent, ownership, as soft lips slide along a sculpted shoulder still damp from the shower, nuzzle a smoothly shaven head. "Like that?"

"Fuck yeah..."

The sheets are a tangled mess by the time they're done. The towel's long since been lost, and the suit? Well, it's hopelessly wrinkled. They both consider it well worth it. Later, plastered against each other in sweat-slick afterglow, blunt fingers trail along a newly smooth cheek.

"S'nice."

"Just sayin' that cause you don't like stubble burn."

Blue eyes flash with amusement. "Neither do you."

Strong arms tighten around a solid body. "Well, season's over for both of us. Don't hafta worry about growing it again 'til August."

"You know I'm gonna kick your ass next year, right?"

Both smile. "Gonna hold you to it."
broadwriting: (rugby2)
Title: "All Bets Off" 1/1
Author: Brenda
Fandom: Football RPS
Pairing: Matt Hasselbeck/Ben Roethlisberger
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Taking a ride. Takes place immediately after this (written by Jo.)
Disclaimer: Never happened, isn't happening now.
Author's notes: Because the idea of bike sex was really too hot NOT to write... Yes, I realize we have a series now. Go us. ;)


The silence is deafening after the roar of the Harley. Both slide their helmets off, shivering at the cold. They can clearly see each breath.

"Can't fucking believe you dragged me out here."

"Look up."

Blue eyes lift, then widen. "I'll be damned..."

"Yeah."

The stars – a million of them, it seems – glow with fiery brilliance. For a few long minutes, they both feel small.

"Still sore at me?" It's hardly more than a murmur.

"In what sense?"

Teeth flash white above a scraggly beard. "Either one, I guess."

"Nah." Lips brush against lips, soft, heated. "But you fuck like a girl."

Hazel-green eyes flash with amusement, perfectly timed with the half-hearted shove (but not with the passing arm) in retaliation. "The hell I do."

"Think all that running around on the field made you tired is all."

"You aiming to get thrown down on this bike and taken like a bitch?"

Slow, rolling shrug. It fools neither. "Dunno. You aiming to take me?"

"Mine all night, right?"

"That was the bet." Two shuffled steps closer, and the kiss is furious, hard, heats the frigid air around them.

"Lucky for you I brought something, then."

"Oh yeah." Soft, husky rasp. "Lucky me."
broadwriting: (rugby7)
Title: "Sports Bet (Paid)" 1/1
Author: Brenda
Fandom: Football RPS
Pairing: Matt Hasselbeck/Ben Roethlisberger
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Post-Superbowl, back at the hotel. Takes place immediately after this (written by Jo.)
Disclaimer: Never happened, isn't happening now.
Author's notes: Because Jo wrote me Matt/Ben and then dared me to continue the story in the same style as hers. Exactly 200 words. (Hey, if I'm going to hell, at least I'll have company... *g*)


"Nice suite."

"Nicest hotel in Dee-troit." Toss of keys onto the counter. "Wanna drink?"

"No...uh, well, yeah. Maybe." Blue eyes flicker around the room, then settle. "Isn't everyone else gonna wonder where you are?"

"Maybe." A step closer. "Don't care. D'you?"

"No." And there's simple (and complicated) honesty in the single word.

Another step. "Not gonna back out, are ya?"

"Wouldn't be here if I was planning on it."

They meet each other halfway. Long fingers, the fingers of an artist (and that's how he sees himself, even if it is of a game) run over a shaved head, slip down beneath a faded collar. "Helluva game."

"Helluva game." Lips meet lips a moment later. There's need, lust and forgiveness in the kiss.

Blunt-tipped fingers run through a shaggy beard. Both are breathless when the kiss ends. "Couldn't think of anything else after I got off the field." Softly whispered confession against willing lips. "Just getting to you and collecting."

"Right here. Yours the rest of the night." Gentle teeth close over the tip of one finger, draw it slowly into wet heat.

Light eyes glaze. "I like that idea."

Lips curve, in resignation and greed. "Then why're we still dressed?"

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