Just A Nibble
(THERE'S WEIRD SYMBOLS IN THE BEGINNING AND ENDS OF PARAGRAPHS BECAUSE I WAS TRYING TO FIT IT IN SOME FORMATTED THING. JUST IGNORE THEM)
<p>Past the court, past the screaming Draymond, past the tension that lingered in the hallways with KD and Russ, and past the locker room door was where Steph found a lonely Klay who seemed to be shielded from the outer world. <br/>
<p>Steph carefully whispered out his teammate's name. Not too much that it would penetrate the bubble, but just enough to get into his head. <br/>
<p>"Klay?" <br/>
<p>The voice soothed into Klay's mind, intertwining through the clouds of thoughts. He turned around to look at Steph, answering back. Not too much to sound aggressive, but just enough to maintain authority. <br/>
<p>"Yeah?" <br/>
<p>"You alright?" <br/>
<p>The question popped the bubble. Klay sighed, staring down at his feet. <br/>
<p>"No."<br/>
<p>Steph took a step toward his teammate. Within a second, Klay turned around, looking agitated. <br/>
<p>"You're probably gonna ask why I'm not alright," Klay muttered. <br/>
<p>"You'd be right." A smirk creeped onto Steph's face. <br/>
<p>With a huff, Klay swung his towel onto his shoulder. "Well, I'm not gonna tell you. At least not til I feel better." <br/>
<p>Suddenly, chills ran up Klay's spine like ice. He tensed up at the sensation of Steph's hands running up and down underneath Klay's jersey. The 11 on his back began to rise over the Splash Brother's head and soon it was lying across the other side of the room. <br/>
<p>"Maybe this'll make you feel better." <br/>
<p>Steph lied Klay down on his back on the wooden bench in the locker room. His pelvis matched up with Klay's like a puzzle piece. Slowly, teasingly, Steph slowly slipped his shirt off him, letting Klay soak in the entire scene. <br/>
<p>Soon, Steph just lied down on Klay's body, and they were chest to chest. His head hung on Klay's shoulder. Slowly, Steph began planting kisses on Klay's neck until he arched back at the sensation. Steph giggled and nipped across his neck, each leaving tiny marks and spots of drool. He came across the ear and gently bit on it. <br/>
<p>Klay gritted his teeth and pain and excitement. He felt himself twitch at the sensation. This was taking too slow. <br/>
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<p>Suddenly, Steph was grabbed by the arms and turned over on his back onto the floor. The two had switched positions. There was fear and curiosity in Steph's bold widened eyes. He smirked. <br/>
<p>"Finally taking top?" <br/>
<p>"More than that," Klay purred, and then smashed his lips against Steph's. <br/>
<p>The chemistry from the court translated to the locker room, and this time, Klay stands dominant. It was new for him, but he welcomed the sensations of curiosity. <br/>
<p>Their tongues interlocked, each gliding along each other like a mellow conversation. Then, as Klay began grinding against Steph, their mouths worked faster and harder. A quiet symphony of moans accompanied their pleasure. Klay was holding Steph down by his shoulders while Steph stroked Klay's chest like a paintbrush.
