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.
Author's Notes: This story came about to cope with the loss
of AFC Championship game against the Bengals.
The Chiefs had a complete meltdown in the second half. They lost to themselves. Can't wait for the new season of Football. To send author comments and feedback, please email
nsaphrodite@outlook.com
AFC Championship Game
Travis can't shake this feeling he's had since the morning-
this feeling of uneasiness in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't sleep last
night, having woken up in the middle of the night by the same inconspicuous
imagery of smoke-filled starry night, blinding lights, and fluttering lashes
over golden brown eyes. He's never had this feeling
before going into the game. Something doesn't feel right when he steps onto
that field.
It's now halftime and although they had squandered the
touchdown and worse the field goal, Patrick still feels good about the game.
The Kansas City Chiefs dominated the first half, up 21 to 3 over the Cincinnati
Bengals. They just need to continue playing well in the second half. Patrick
isn't worried. With the exception of the last drive in
the first half, they were playing well on all cylinders.
Patrick gives his team the pep talk, trying to keep the
positive energy up when Coach Reid saunters into the locker room. Coach Bienemy follows close behind him.
"Great first half, boys!" Coach Reid praises and just as
quickly as he arrived, he exits the locker room.
It is extremely uncharacteristic of Coach Reid. There was no
mischievous smile on his face. There were no words of encouragement. There were
no second half play adjustment discussions. Patrick's eyes connect with Coach Bienemy's. His brows furrow and Coach Bienemy
shrugs his shoulders in response then leaves the locker room.
As the boys are getting ready for the second half, Patrick
receives a text message. It's a message from Coach Reid. He has summoned the
quarterback to his office. Patrick isn't sure what is going, but perhaps Coach
wants to go over some plays privately with him as there have been rumors that
the Bengals were stealing other teams' signals. Patrick pauses in front of the
office door and knocks.
"Come in," Coach Reid hollers from behind the closed door.
Patrick turns the doorknob and pushes open the door. He finds
Coach Reid at his desk and Coach Bienemy sitting in a
chair across from him. There is an empty chair next to Coach Bienemy.
"Have a seat, Patrick," Coach Reid gestures at the spare seat
across from him.
Patrick forces a small smile on his face as he sits down
uncomfortably.
"We got Patrick here," Coach Reid announces into the speaker
phone.
"Patrick." It's the Chiefs' owner, Clark Hunt.
This can't be good. Patrick fears he is in trouble with the
organization. This is his worst season statistically and on top of that
Brittany and Jackson have been an embarrassment to the organization all year
long. The whole world has been turning against him and his family. It was only
a matter of time the Chiefs would be fed up with his family's shenanigans. What
if they want to amend their contract with him so they can trade him? Patrick
fears the worse, but he never expects to hear the next few words spoken by the
Chiefs' owner.
"We need you to throw the game away."
"What do you mean throw the game away?" Patrick asks.
"Patrick, we need you to lose the game," Clark Hunt clarifies.
Patrick turns to Coach Reid, begging silently for him to
interject. Coach Reid quietly shakes his head. When Patrick doesn't reply,
Clark Hunt addresses Coach Reid instead.
"Coach, please make sure we lose the game."
"You got it," Coach Reid replies back.
He turns off the speaker phone and looks up at Patrick, who is still
shell-shocked from what he has just heard. "Patrick, you have to lose the
game."
"Coach, I don't understand. We fought so hard this season to
get where we're at and the owner of the organization wants me to lose the
game?"
"It's very complicated," Coach Reid mutters under his breath.
"Well please explain it to me, Coach. Please." Patrick turns
from Coach Reid to Coach Bienemy. "Do you think I
should throw the game away?"
"We don't have a choice. It's coming from high up the chains,"
Coach Bienemy explains.
"Patrick, please," Coach Reid pleads, "not this season, son."
Defeated, Patrick rises to his feet. With his shoulders
slumped, he exits the office, slamming his helmet against the doorframe on his
way out.
"We have to make sure we lose the game," Coach Reid
reiterates. "I don't want to lose Patrick. He's too valuable to the team."
"Of course," Coach Bienemy replies.
Patrick mopes back into the locker room. As soon as his
teammates see him, they all become quiet. The once cheerful, fully energetic
Patrick is gone- replaced by a sullen figure of conflicting pain. Travis is
first to approach the quarterback.
"You okay, Patty Cakes?" Travis asks, expressing concern. "You
seem upset. We need you with your head on straight for the second half."
Patrick bites his bottom lip and shakes his head. "Umm..."
Patrick starts to tell Travis when Coach Reid and Coach Bienemy
return to the locker room.
"Boys, I have something to tell you," Coach Reid begins.
Coach Reid looks towards Patrick, who quickly strips his arm
away from Travis's grasp and walks out of the locker room. Tyreek Hill shoots
Travis a questioning look, to which Travis mouths his response of "I don't
know".
"Where's Patrick going?" Tyrann
Mathieu asks.
Coach Reid ignores his Safety and continues to address the
team.
"We have to lose the game." Shock reverberates throughout the
locker room. Some of the players are now yelling at Coach Reid, demanding
explanations. Coach Reid reiterates, "We have to lose the game. I'm sorry,
boys. It's out of my control. It's a direct order from higher ups. You all did
an amazing job this season. I'm so proud of how we overcame our early losses to
get here. We'll have next season to get back to the Super Bowl, but we cannot
go out and win this game."
Coach Reid ends the most depressing halftime talks of his
career and releases his players to return to the field for the second half.
Patrick is already in the tunnel, leaning against it, waiting for his teammates
to join him. When Travis appears, Patrick slides away from the tunnel wall and
joins him in the middle of the tunnel as their teammates mosey out of tunnel
and onto the field.
"I'm sorry, Travis," Patrick murmurs.
"What for? You didn't make the decision," Travis assures his
quarterback.
"I just have this feeling that I'm part of the decision to
throw away the game," Patrick muses. "I kept telling Brittany and Jackson to
calm down all season long. I really did."
"I know. We'll have next season." Travis gives him a hug,
holds onto him tighter than usual. He grasps Patrick's face with both hands so
their eyes can meet. "Look at me, Patrick. It's okay. We'll be back," Travis
tells his quarterback.
Patrick nods his head as Travis's fingertips linger on far too
long. Travis finally lets his fingertips slide off Patrick's freshly shaven
silky skin and leaves him to join their teammates on the field. Patrick is last
to leave the tunnel. He keeps his head down and saunters to the sidelines.
Despite getting the directives from the higher ups, the
players and coaches remain competitive. It's in their nature to want to win.
Heated arguments erupt on the sidelines as some of the players and coaches forget
their task for the night. Patrick sits by himself, eyes transfixed on the game
drive before him that he fails to recognize Travis sliding down next to him on
the bench.
"You okay?" Travis asks.
Patrick shakes his head. "No, I'm not okay," Patrick answers.
"There are a lot of guys playing tonight, coaches here, too, whose careers are
on the line and I'm supposed to just throw the game?"
"It's not just you, Patrick," Travis corrects him. "We're all
supposed to lose the game tonight. We don't have a choice."
"I still don't understand," Patrick murmurs under his breath.
"Neither do I," Travis confesses. He places his hand over
Patrick's and gently squeezes his tensed knuckles. It doesn't help as Patrick
tightens his fists.
Travis sighs deeply and gets up. He makes his way towards
Coach Reid and Coach Bienemy. They're at it, again,
arguing over the previous play calling. Travis walks by them and is stopped by
Coach Reid. Coach Reid grabs his attention and signals the tight end further
away from the sidelines. Once they are out of ear shot of the other players and
coaches, Coach Reid reminds Travis the plan for the night.
"I got it, Coach," Travis reassures his coach. Coach Reid pats
him on the back and offers a small smile of appreciation. He turns to rejoin
the rest of his coaching staff when Travis calls out to him. "Coach!" Coach
Reid turns around to face his tight end. "Why?"
"We need to lose to keep Patrick. That's why."
Travis needs no further explanation. He'll go to Hell and back
for Patrick Mahomes.
Cincinnati wins in overtime, 27-24.
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