One-shots! {Gay NBA}

(8) Rookie week (Steph x Klay) (Dame x CJ) (Chris x LeBron) etc

*Steph POV*

I could NOT sleep last night. Like seriously, what girl did Paul bring to the hotel last night? And then, there's Kyle and DeMar that ALSO kept me up. I groan as the alarm clock sounds. I hear Draymond yelling at the other room, "GAME DAYYYY! Y'ALL FINNA DIE!!" he yells, running around the hotel floor.

Hah. And people call ME a child. I feel blankets rustle beside me, Klay begins to wake up. "Morning Klay!" I say, rubbing my eyes and sitting upwards. Klay slowly blinks at me with tired eyes, "Can you tell Dray to SHUT UP?" he grumbles, he's not a morning person, for as long as I've known him.

I jump up and crack the door open, from the bottom of my lungs I yell, "DRAYMOND... SHUT. THE FUCK. UP." Draymond, still running around, comes to a halt at my door. "NEVERR!" he yells, a huge grin expands on his face.

Some players are already up and going around the hall. Ben glances at me, "Steph, there's a breakfast buffet downstairs, you guys should join us."

"Breakfast Buffet?" my mouth waters, "SIGN ME UP!" I run back into the room and jump on Klay, the breath is knocked out of his lungs.  "WARDELL!" he growls. "Can we go?" I sound like a child asking permission to hangout. Klay takes his time to put on his slippers and splash his face with water. "Klay hurry up or I'm playing backstreet boys and a thousand miles ALL MORNING!" hearing that he makes a sprint towards the door and I smirk at him.

We make our way to the elevator, where we are met with Chris Paul, Dame, CJ and LeBron. "Damn I hope there are breakfast sausages," CJ says, clearly hungry. Dame blinks at him, "I'd ask WHY sausages of all things but I think I know why..." Wait. I don't get the joke... CJ like sausages-- wait OHHH.. 'sausages'.

CP3 laughs, "Well if there ARE sausages there I hope they're vegan." My face crumples in disgust, "Vegan SAUSAGES?" Klay punches my side, "Oww!" He leans down to my ear, "He's plant-based, sunshine." I blush at the nickname. LeBron snickers, "Chris only likes one kind of meat." My eyebrows lift as my mouth drops open, "Le-BRON JAMES! You freaky MAN!" I almost yell, grabbing Chris by the arm.

"WE NEED A CP PROTECTION SQUADRON!" I yell as CJ and Dame laugh.

Ding.

The elevator reaches the breakfast lobby. We're immediately met with RJ, who has his mouth stuffed with bacon. He runs into the elevator and hides behind LeBron. Cam slides into the elevator, "RJ GIVE ME BACK MY BACON!" he yells, trying to shuffle around LeBron.

RJ mumbles through his stuffed mouth, "You shtill whant it?" he taunts, trying to break down the food in his stuffed mouth. Cam lightly pushes him.

Cam huffs in defeat, then he runs back to a table, "I'm eating your WAFFLES AND TAKING YOUR SYRUP!" he yells as he speeds away, RJ screams as he swallows the bacon, "REDDISH YOU WOULDN'T DARE!"

Everyone stepped out of the elevator. "Which Rookie are you betting on?" Bron chimes. I brush my stubble skeptically, "RJ. I grew up in Canada, you have no idea the things they'll do for syrup."
Damian chuckled and narrowed his eyes, "I'm going with Cam. He seems faster." CJ nudges Dame, "But Dame," he mumbles into Lillard's ear, "The SYRUP." Damian laughed playfully pushing CJ.

Chris pats me on the back and leaves for a table with LeBron. I look up at Klay, "I feel like I was going to do something..." I say. What was it? I completely forgot. Something about this breakfast buffet...

Klay smirks, "Oh yeah you said something about pancakes and blackmail." RIGHT!! I reach into my back pocket and pull out my phone, I tap the gallery icon. Klay leans over my head and gazes down at my phone.