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Solitary Togetherness	By : simplysakka Category: Individual Celebrities > Brady Quinn Views: 1110 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Brady Quinn or Jay Cutler, this is entirely a work of fiction, and I make no money from the writing of this story.

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“…and then I told my professor, well, what do you expect? I’m a football player!” Jay ended his story with a huge grin and a laugh, and Brady couldn’t help but chuckle along with him.
            As they walked along the quiet Indiana street, Brady bumped Jay’s shoulder with his own and said, “Y’know? You’re not bad company, Cutler.”
            “Well, thanks… Brayyyyden…” Jay purred, with a boyish grin, bumping him back. Quinn looked up and wrinkled his forehead at the sound of his given name. “Aww, don’t start with that, you sound like my dad.”
            “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Jay asked quizzically, the grin still blazing.
            Brady glanced over at him and couldn’t help but smile back. He shook his head and started laughing, and Jay nodded, still smiling.
            They walked up onto the practice field, which was mostly dark and in shadow but the lights in the nearby parking lot spilled over and allowed for some visibility.
            The two quarterbacks walked silently to the bleachers and settled onto them, Jay sitting on a slat above Brady. Quinn laid back and laced his fingers behind his head, and soon, Cutler followed suit and laid with his head above Brady’s feet, and Brady’s head below Jay’s feet. They laid like that for a few minutes, not saying anything, just looking up at the sky.
            “My dad’s not a bad guy,” Brady finally said, to answer Jay’s earlier query. “I guess me and him – we just don’t see eye-to-eye sometimes. Particularly about important things. You know – important things in MY life.”
            Jay nodded, his face devoid of his stunning smile for once. Brady took a deep breath and continued. “He doesn’t believe in me.”
            “Really?”
            “Yeah. He’s never said as much, but I can totally tell. He doesn’t think I’m going to make it in the pros.”
            Jay nodded slowly, pressing his lips together as if he was deep in thought.
            “I think he’s got my mother questioning me, too. She keeps telling me to study hard, study hard – no matter how much I practice, I need to make sure I’m studying and making the grade in my classes. I get that, I really do, but…”
            Brady trailed off, his eyes shifting back over to the practice field.
            “But what?” Jay asked, quietly. It was almost a whisper.
            “I feel like she isn’t thinking so much about me doing well in school as believing my dad’s theory that I’ll never make it as a quarterback.”
            Brady nervously looked back at Jay. He honestly had no clue why he was spilling his guts to this guy he just met a few hours ago. But for some reason, he felt like it was right, the right thing to do. He felt like he could never talk about this with anyone. But somehow, some way, Jay Cutler would understand.
            Jay’s eyes met Brady’s and he looked deeply into them before he responded.
            “What do you want, Brady?”
            Brady took a deep breath and bit down on his lip. “What do I want?”
            “Yeah, man. What is it that you really want? What do you ache for?”
            Brady nodded. He got this. He understood Jay’s language, and Jay obviously understood him. “I want it, man. I want to be out there, throwing passes and making touchdowns and connecting and keeping my standings high. I want to be a pro quarterback. I want it. I want the NFL.”
            Cutler smiled, heavy-lidded, and letting his eyes drop closed, and he nodded slowly. “You want it. I can tell. And you’ll make it. You will.”
            “You think so?” Brady said, in an unsure tone.
            “Hell yes. Yes, I do.”
            Quinn chuckled and shook his head. “Why?”
            Jay opened his eyes and caught Brady’s eyes, and it was as if his gaze was burning him. It was a moment before he spoke.
            “Because you’re YOU.”
            Brady smiled at him and nodded. “You’re a piece of work, you know that, Cutler?”
            Jay grinned and said, “Well… I’ve never had it put to me quite like that before.”
            Both men laughed, and they were silent together in that moment, enjoying the quiet of the night and the gentle autumn breeze that blew and tussled their hair and caused the leaves on the other slats of the stands to skitter about.
            Brady looked over at Jay and saw he was looking up at the sky, focused on something distant, a star, maybe… He smiled to himself and wondered what kind of wind it was that blew this new friend his way. He hadn’t felt this comfortable with, this open, to anyone before. And yet, they’d only just met. Admittedly, Brady was somewhat captivated by the Vanderbilt quarterback during the game, and he remembered their eyes meeting across the field more than once. And yes, he had to admit that he’d thought about him later on, too. He enjoyed watching him command his team, how he managed to connect a few of his passes and made some good rushing yardage. Brady’s team just played a little bit better that day.
            “Hey, Jay.” Brady slipped his index finger between his lips thoughtfully.
            “Yeah.” Jay turned his gaze from the sky above to Brady’s face, below.
            “What did you think that day we played each other? It didn’t piss you off that we won?” Brady was uncertain that he wanted to open this can of worms, but hey, it was out there, and now maybe he could pick Cutler’s brain, for once.
            “Well, yeah… I was pissed off. And that’s what made me stand up and take notice. I know that when something upsets me, that’s worth paying attention to.”
            “Mhm,” Brady murmured. Cutler continued.
            “I saw how much respect your teammates have for you. And I respect that, a lot. You can tell when a team doesn’t respect its leader. Or when someone other than the quarterback is the leader. You can tell pretty quick, actually.”
            “Yeah, I got you,” Brady breathed. He was really enjoying talking football with his new buddy, but he still couldn’t put his finger on the strange butterfly-like sensations going on in his midsection.
            “When you faked that handoff to your RB and then threw that long bomb down for a fifty-five yard TD, I knew we were toast,” Jay said, in a quiet, emotional voice. “It was then I told myself, ‘okay, gotta get to know this Brady Quinn and see what he’s all about.’ It wasn’t my coaches, or my teammates. It was just me. You got one over on my defense, and that’s hard to do.”
            “You know, I thought that, too,” Brady said suddenly. “Vanderbilt is known for their solid defense this year, and I was pretty nervous going in. I couldn’t believe we won.”
            “I believed it,” Jay replied. “What I couldn’t believe is how soundly you won. You guys pulverized us, and I was intrigued. I guess that’s the best way I can put it.” Jay glanced over at Brady with a very serious gaze.
            Brady’s eyes were captured and he found he couldn’t look away. Jay continued to stare at him, and Brady’s heart began to pound out of his chest wildly. His mouth dropped open and he took a deep, quivering breath.
            What was it about Jay Cutler that both unsettled him and warmed him to the core?
            A clap of thunder came out of nowhere, making both men jump. Suddenly, rain began pouring down.
            “Oh shit!” hollered Brady, jumping up off the bleacher slat and dashing down quickly. “Shit!” Jay echoed and followed him. “C’mon, over here!” Quinn ran over to the equipment shed and yanked the doorknob but realized he’d locked it earlier when he put away his practice balls. “Damn it!” He dashed under the bleachers next to the shed, and Jay was quickly on his heels.
            The two quarterbacks stood, panting, under the stands next to the shed, rain pouring down from everywhere. They leaned up against the back side of the building, which seemed to be somewhat free from the downpour, and both of them stood there for a moment, catching their breath.
            Brady shook his head, droplets of rain spraying from his soaked hair. “Hey!” Jay said, and shook his own head to spray him back. “HAH!” Brady laughed and grabbed Jay by the upper arms and began shaking his hair right in his face. Jay grabbed him back and tried to twist him around for a half-nelson and rub a noogie into his head. “Stop—STOP! Okay, I give… I give!” Brady was laughing so hard as he slipped his head out from Jay’s grasp, but didn’t let go of his arms. Jay’s hands slid down Brady’s arms, and after a moment, they were standing there, holding each other, mouths open, gaze locked, panting…
            The rain fell down all around them, and Brady noticed they were moving closer and closer… And he wanted to fall right into Jay’s deep blue eyes…
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