A cold wind blew through the air, ruffling their football uniforms as well as their hair.
Eli Manning stared with feigned interest at a tree that moved with the air flow, tilted down one side. He hadn't planned this meeting with his rival, Tony Romo, on top of an abandoned Subway Store building. It was a cold autumn evening in New York, and Eli was 'strutting his stuff' in front of a mirror at his home in his football wear, because he liked the way he looked in it, that's why, when he recieved a mysterious text messaged signed from someone mysteriously named 'Ur enemie.'
Eli considered himself a smart person, at least as much so that he could spell 'enemy' correctly, but he was still able to decode the message that demanded he go to the roof of this long since retired Subway that was planning to be renovated into a RadioShack.
Finally, the Manning lifted his gaze to Tony Romo, who was staring him down. He ran a hand through his short hair. "Why did you call me here, Romo?"
Tony looked a little taken aback, as if he had no clue that Eli was capable of producing words. He almost cried, he though that he and Eli had come to the same conclusion about their relationship. Oh well, he would show Eli the way they felt for each other. He had the grace to look sheepish, shifting his gaze to stare at the cars below him. He stayed like that for quite some time, wondering how he was going to word his first sentence. Or rather, what he was trying to say. He dared a peek at Eli, who, thankfully, wasn't paying much attention to him at this point, once again looking at the lone tree.
Tony took a deep breath, successfully drawing Eli's attention back, and closed his eyes. "We have too much unresolved sexual tension between us."
Eli was sure he was about to fall over, but had to grasp a cylinder-looking thing that he assumed was part of an air vent to keep from spiraling to his death to the hard ground below him. He stepped closer off the edge, just in case.
Eli couldn't seem to find the right words to say, trying to open a file in his brain specifically reserved for awkward moments like this, but he just couldn't open it. Besides, he was sure he couldn't say much right now. This situation seemed remotely similar to the time his brother, Peyton, confessed his gay-ness to him, and then he couldn't say much, either.
"W-Well," He finally managed, looking away from Tony, who was giving him a rather uncomfortable stare. "I-"
"No, don't say anything." Tony said, zooming almost inhuman-ly towards Eli, and soon he was right behind Eli before he could blink. Eli tried to move, but Tony was his magnet counterpart and he was drawn to him. His eyes widened at his beautiful revelation.
"T-Tony," Eli tried, only to have a shushing finger pressed to his manly lips.
Tony surprised him by walking around him, closing in on his frontside. He pressed their chests together, Eli standing still, then wrapping his arms around the neck of the NY Giants quarterback. Romo pressed their lips together in a silent kiss, closing his eyes. Eli didn't kiss him back, oh no, eyes wide and hands by his side. Somehow, in the dark of the night, Eli couldn't manage to shove away Tony, no matter how much he wanted to. His subconscious screamed at him to break the kiss, scream at him to stop, then walk away. But instead, he found himself pressing his hands to Tony's chest and responding to the kiss.
They continued like this for quite some time, Tony even sliding a sly tongue in his mouth. Soon after, they had rough disgusting man sex on top of a roof, like they did many, many other times in the future.
