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FIC: "Channel Surfing" - 1/1, PG, BR/MH, NFL RPS
Title: Channel Surfing
Fandom: NFL RPS
Series: The Bet (interlude)
Pairing: Ben Roethlisberger/Matt Hasselbeck
Rating: PG
Summary: Matt makes more than Campbell's Chunky Soup commercials.
Disclaimer: Fiction, folks. But if you believe this really happened, I've got some prime real estate I wanna sell you…
Notes: The 'seventeenth day of Christmas', and this one's all for ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=87.1){kind=small}
moonmelody. Enjoy it, baby!
Another channel. He's bored, and there's nothing on TV tonight.
Click, click, click.
Images flicker across the screen, fast enough that only the subconscious registers them. Then that same subconscious latches on to a very familiar voice and face.
"Did I..."
Click.
Yes, he did indeed. Hazel eyes stare at the screen in disbelief, listening to the words pouring out of his television speakers. It was half over when he flipped back, so when it's done, the laptop is pulled out and turned on. A few seconds later, he's watching the entire thing in all its geeky, spectacular, beautiful glory.
And laughing his ass off, curling over until he can't breathe, air coming in wheezing gasps, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. It feels like forever before he can breathe, think, control his limbs.
That's when he reaches for the phone. Ringing and a click and a pleased, "Hey!"
"Really, Matt...Expedia.com?" It's all he can do to not burst out laughing again, and he knows it's obvious. Just like it had to have been obvious that he'd never let this one pass without comment once he found out about it. "You lose a bet or something?"
"Oh...hell..."