Requested by: @USMCRules
Travis sat at the tiny hotel desk, his laptop open, and the microphone precariously balanced on a stack of complimentary hotel coasters—*real professional setup*. He was supposed to be recording the latest episode of *New Heights* with Jason, but most of his brainpower was otherwise occupied.
"Yo, Trav, you there? You gonna add anything to this, or am I just doing the whole show myself?" Jason's voice crackled through his headphones.
"Uh-huh, yeah, yeah," Travis mumbled, but his eyes weren't on the laptop or the mic. Nope, they were glued to the bed a few feet away, where Taylor was dead asleep, curled into a ball of blankets. She had a pillow over her head, one leg sticking out like she was trying to kick some imaginary paparazzi away.
"You're not even listening, are you?" Jason asked, suddenly suspicious.
"Wha—of course I'm listening," Travis muttered, eyes still on Taylor. She shifted a little, making a tiny snore sound, and he smiled like a total goof.
"Uh-huh," Jason drawled. "So what do you think about the latest trade rumors? You think it's smart for Philly to—"
"Yeah, trade's a good move. For, uh, morale... or something," Travis responded vaguely, waving his hand like that would cover his lack of attention.
Jason paused. "Bro, you didn't hear a single word I said, did you?"
"Pfft, nah, man. I mean, yeah! I did! Totally!" Travis shot back, finally snapping his gaze away from Taylor for like, half a second. But then she mumbled something in her sleep and rolled over, her hair spilling over the pillow, and his brain just... melted.
Jason let out a long, exaggerated sigh. "You're watching Taylor sleep, aren't you?"
"Nooo," Travis denied, not at all convincingly. He glanced back at the mic. "She's just, uh, peacefully... sleeping. You know, being all adorable. Can't help but watch."
There was a pause, and then Jason laughed. "Man, you've got it bad. You're turning into one of those dudes from a rom-com. What's next? You gonna start writing poetry while she sleeps? 'Oh, the moonlight dances on her face as she dreams of—'"
"Okay, relax, Shakespeare," Travis cut in, his cheeks burning a little. "I'm just... keeping an eye on her. Making sure she's comfy."
Jason cackled. "Sure, sure. Definitely not being a total creep right now."
Travis groaned and leaned back in the chair, running a hand through his hair. "Shut up, man. I'm just multi-tasking. Talking football with you and, you know, making sure my wife is good."
"You're not multi-tasking, you're barely single-tasking. I bet if I told you the Chiefs were trading you to the Bengals, you wouldn't even react."
"Wait, what?" Travis sat up straighter, momentarily panicked. "Nah, they wouldn't do that. Right?"
Jason snorted. "Dude, I could say anything right now and you wouldn't even know. I could tell you I joined a book club, adopted a llama, and dyed my hair green, and you'd just nod along like an idiot."
Travis squinted at the laptop screen, pretending to pay more attention. "Nah, bro, I'm locked in. I heard you. Something about a... llama?"
Jason sighed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Yeah. A llama. Named Taylor Swift. I also invited her to dinner at Mom's."
Travis grinned. "That sounds accurate. She'd fit right in with the Kelce family chaos. Llamas and all."
Jason laughed again, then got serious. "But for real, man, I can't believe you're this distracted. This must be some kind of record."
Travis glanced back at the bed. Taylor had shifted slightly, one arm sticking out from under the covers now, and she looked so peaceful, so content, that Travis couldn't help but smile.
"She's just... you know. She works so hard, and seeing her actually rest, for once... it's nice. I don't see it enough."
Jason groaned. "Ugh, you're getting all sappy on me again."
"Shut up. You'll get it when Kylie takes a nap after wrangling your kids all day."
"Bro, I already get it," Jason shot back. "I'm just not sitting there like a lovesick puppy, staring at her like she's about to float away."
Travis chuckled. "Can't help it, man. She's just..." He trailed off, realizing how mushy he was getting.
Jason sighed. "Alright, alright, you go back to watching Sleeping Beauty over there. I'll finish this solo episode since clearly your brain's checked out. Just don't start reciting love poems on the pod, okay?"
"Deal," Travis said, laughing as he stole one last glance at Taylor, feeling completely whipped—and totally okay with it.
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