Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives.

Thirteen Seconds

 

AFC Divisional Championship Game

 

Kansas City Chiefs is down by three points in the fourth quarter with thirteen seconds left in regulation. Buffalo Bills' Tyler Bass kicks 65 yards from BUF 35 to end zone. Touchback. Buffalo calls a time out. Kansas City starts at KC 25. The Chiefs start on their 25 yard line. Patrick Mahomes passes short left to Tyreek Hill to KC 44 for 19 yards. Kansas City calls a time out. Patrick passes short middle to Travis Kelce to BUF 31 for 25 yards. Kansas City calls a time out. Harrison Butker kicks 49 Yd Field Goal, tying the game 36-36. Kansas City wins the coin toss and scores a touchdown, winning the AFC Divisional Championship.

It takes thirteen seconds for Patrick Mahomes to lead the Kansas City Chiefs to one of their greatest victories of the season. Other than the Super Bowl Win, Travis can't think of a more satisfying win- he's never been more elated. The boys convene at a local night club, celebrating their victory over the Buffalo Bills. Everyone is drinking and dancing the night away, having the time of their lives as if they're celebrating another Super Bowl win. They all know how great Josh Allen and Buffalo Bills are.

Travis locates Patrick in the middle of diaphoretic bodies pressing onto him. He makes his way to the dance floor, separating the sea of bodies to get to Patrick. He's behind Patrick. Patrick is drunk, so drunk. He's so tempted to press harder into Patrick from behind, rubbing his hard cock over the boy's clothed ass. He's tempted to snake his arm around Patrick's waist and rest his palm over the quarterback's crotch, but he refrains. Instead he leans into Patrick so that his lips are barely brushing against the shell of his ear.

"Having fun yet, Patty Cakes?" Travis teases, whispering into his ear.

Patrick turns around and yells over the loud music. "Shut up, Kelce!"

He throws his arms around Travis's neck and pulls him closer. Before Travis knows it, their lips lock. Subconsciously, Travis closes his eyes. The kiss from Patrick's lips is warm and sensual with just a touch of tongue. Travis savors the kiss, marveling in those everlasting seconds of bliss- thirteen Travis hums. He leans in further and nearly stumbles over his feet. Patrick is gone. He quickly surveys the dance floor and finds Patrick dancing with a new crowd. He's dancing awfully close to Harrison Butker. There is no breathing room between the two young players as their bodies connect, crotches rubbing against one another. A drunken Patrick Mahomes is sex on legs- the perfect mirage of uninhibited eroticism. Travis can't keep his eyes off the quarterback as he gyrates on teammates and strangers alike...only to wake up the next morning completely clueless and innocent of his behavior from the night before. As does the rest of the team. But Travis doesn't forget. He remembers it all and relishes every second of Patrick's kiss, every thirteen seconds of it.

When he closes his eyes that night, he sees golden brown eyes, sparkled by incandescent glow, gazing at him in the midst of a tumultuous lull.

1.2.3.4.5.6.7.8.9.10.11.12.13.

Silence and darkness take over.

 

Chapter Management

Kansas City Chiefs is down by three points in the fourth quarter with thirteen seconds left in regulation. Buffalo Bills' Tyler Bass kicks 65 yards from BUF 35 to end zone. Touchback. Buffalo calls a time out. Kansas City starts at KC 25. The Chiefs start on their 25 yard line. Patrick Mahomes passes short left to Tyreek Hill to KC 44 for 19 yards. Kansas City calls a time out. Patrick passes short middle to Travis Kelce to BUF 31 for 25 yards. Kansas City calls a time out. Harrison Butker kicks 49 Yd Field Goal, tying the game 36-36. Kansas City wins the coin toss and scores a touchdown, winning the AFC Divisional Championship.

It takes thirteen seconds for Patrick Mahomes to lead the Kansas City Chiefs to one of their greatest victories of the season. Other than the Super Bowl Win, Travis can't think of a more satisfying win- he's never been more elated. The boys convene at a local night club, celebrating their victory over the Buffalo Bills. Everyone is drinking and dancing the night away, having the time of their lives as if they're celebrating another Super Bowl win. They all know how great Josh Allen and Buffalo Bills are.

Travis locates Patrick in the middle of diaphoretic bodies pressing onto him. He makes his way to the dance floor, separating the sea of bodies to get to Patrick. He's behind Patrick. Patrick is drunk, so drunk. He's so tempted to press harder into Patrick from behind, rubbing his hard cock over the boy's clothed ass. He's tempted to snake his arm around Patrick's waist and rest his palm over the quarterback's crotch, but he refrains. Instead he leans into Patrick so that his lips are barely brushing against the shell of his ear.

"Having fun yet, Patty Cakes?" Travis teases, whispering into his ear.

Patrick turns around and yells over the loud music. "Shut up, Kelce!"

He throws his arms around Travis's neck and pulls him closer. Before Travis knows it, their lips lock. Subconsciously, Travis closes his eyes. The kiss from Patrick's lips is warm and sensual with just a touch of tongue. Travis savors the kiss, marveling in those everlasting seconds of bliss- thirteen Travis hums. He leans in further and nearly stumbles over his feet. Patrick is gone. He quickly surveys the dance floor and finds Patrick dancing with a new crowd. He's dancing awfully close to Harrison Butker. There is no breathing room between the two young players as their bodies connect, crotches rubbing against one another. A drunken Patrick Mahomes is sex on legs- the perfect mirage of uninhibited eroticism. Travis can't keep his eyes off the quarterback as he gyrates on teammates and strangers alike...only to wake up the next morning completely clueless and innocent of his behavior from the night before. As does the rest of the team. But Travis doesn't forget. He remembers it all and relishes every second of Patrick's kiss, every thirteen seconds of it.

When he closes his eyes that night, he sees golden brown eyes, sparkled by incandescent glow, gazing at him in the midst of a tumultuous lull.

1.2.3.4.5.6.7.8.9.10.11.12.13.

Silence and darkness take over.

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