𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 {𝕭𝖝𝕭}

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☀𝕭𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊(s)☀

Despite being a chaotic touchy and hyper man-child Stephen Curry likes his space. When everyone started claiming their rooms, Steph gazed over the bright open sandy resort and realized there is more than just one beach hut.

So he took a sprint to the furthest one. Chest puffed, he stepped gracefully into the furnished, modern and spacious interior. He laughed triumphantly when he saw no one in the large open mansion-like hut. Steph ran up the stairs, self-satisfied and proceeded to open the door to the biggest room. He took in a sharp breath, fresh air breezing across from the nearby ocean. Thighs and calves burning from the sprint, Steph ruffled his light brown hair and jumped stomach-first onto the white bed. He felt a movement under him and sat up immediately, stunned.

"What the-" Steph breathed as he pulled away the ruffled cotton sheets to reveal a shocked Klay Thompson. "Klay!?" Thompson, after getting the air in his lungs knocked out, sharply inhaled. "Well, I mean, sorry Steph I was here first, I called dibs," he smirked. Curry, still on top of his teammate straightened his back, "Well," he starts, "You were clearly defeated by me, I claim this territory!" Klay, still flat on the bed crosses his arms and sits up so their faces are less than an inch apart.

The sun gently creeps into the room as their hot breaths steam onto each others' faces. "I know exactly how to solve this," Steph says blushing, only now realizing he was practically straddling Klay's lap. "Yeah, how's that?" Klay asks, hands subconsciously falling onto the sides of Steph's waist. Steph's fingers clamp around a pillow by his legs and he quickly rolls off of Klay slamming a pillow into his face. "Pillow fight!" Steph yells grasping the pillow. Klay turned and frantically grabbed the nearest pillow, he stood up and quite literally whooped Steph's ass with a pillow.

"Oww!" Steph whines, rubbing his ass. Klay lifts an eyebrow, not buying it, "Steph, it's a fucking pillow." Steph smirks devilishly, knowing exactly how to attack his prey, his hazel eyes glaze, "My ass is s-sensitive, Klay!" he exaggerates. Klay is shocked to a stand-still as his whole face goes red. Klay's fingers clutch the edge of the fluffy pillow tighter as dirty thoughts flowed into his head. The light-eyed man takes this opportunity to tackle Klay on to the bed.

They both wrestle and Steph gets flipped under Klay, pinned and pressed against the soft exterior of the foam bedding. Klay's hands pressed on the sides of Steph's body, trapping him. He watches Steph's rising chest as he breathes heavily, he watches Steph's beautiful bright eyes blink up at him and he watches the sun dance on his notably soft skin. So fucking perfect, Klay silently thinks. While Steph's throat went dry when he had a sudden urge to kiss his longtime friend, biting his bottom lip as his gaze travelled to Klay's defined abs. They are both catching their breath and lost in each others' eyes when the door creaks open. 

"Oh Jesus LORD! I am SO SORRY," Ben gasped as he captured the heated moment, he hides his face behind his hands and immediately turns away from the door. Chris Paul, who was just behind Simmons peaks into the room and lets out a low whistle. "Wait it's not what it looks like!" Steph yells as Klay spun off of him. Chris chuckled, "Is it getting hot in here or is it just me?" he asks, fanning his face. A hand falls on the small of Chris' back, "Chris, we're on a beach, of course, it's hot," Carmelo snickered. Ben's face is as red as a tomato as Stephen begins to ramble on with excuses.

"It was a pillow fight!" Steph blurted, "So, you know, I tackled him and..." Ben was nodding intently, while Chris and Carmelo were not listening, sticking to their own story. Chris cocked his head and knitted his eyebrows, "So you were both on a bed, Klay on top of you, only in shorts- as a pillow fight?" Chris asks, indifferent. Klay tensed, "Well, we're all wearing shorts so, I mean..." Chris's eyes flutter and he thinks skeptically on this. He finally lets it go, "Alright, I'll let it be." Steph sighs in relief and Klay grows noticeably relaxed.