𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 {𝕭𝖝𝕭}

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(Hey guys it's been a minute heh)-- 4k words

🏖 𝓒𝓸𝓬𝓸 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓿𝓮, 𝓚𝓾𝓭𝓪 𝓗𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓲 𝓲𝓼𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭 🏝

All the NBA players went to settle and unload in their furbished cleaned out and luxurious beach houses, each house had 2 large rooms with a king-sized bed that 2 players had to share.

🏠 ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔪𝔢𝔩𝔬, ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰, ℜ𝔲𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔎𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔫'𝔰 𝔅𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 ℌ𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢. 🏠

"Hold up, we have to share a BED!?" Russell asked, mouth agape, heart pounding in utter and pure disbelief. Kevin shrugged and gestured toward the grand and barely wrinkled bed, "I mean... this bed could probably fit about four people anyways," he said, secretly hurt by Russell's bitter commentary, "You could sleep on one end and I'll sleep on the other."

Russell momentarily blushed, but he quickly pushed down his needy thoughts for his former teammate and crossed his arms, "I'm not sleeping in the same bed as you, I'll just put the extra mattress on the floor," he instructs. Kevin almost had to laugh at Westbrook's pettiness. He should be used to Russell like this by now. "Alright then, sleep on the floor peasant."

Westbrook gasps at the comeback and he stumbles over his words until he reached a, "Whatever, I guess I'll have to take your idea," he says waving Kevin off.

🏝 𝔹𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 🏝

"I mean this place is so beautiful and we're one of the few people who can enjoy it," Steph pauses as their feet fizz into the fine khaki sands. "I wish everyone in the world could see this," Steph sighs, thinking about his siblings Seth and Sydel. Klay walks silently beside Steph, appreciating not just the early afternoon scenery, but Stephen himself- one could argue Steph WAS the whole scenery. No, Klay could absolutely not ignore the fact that everyone was shirtless. Thompson would always secretly pine for the end of every game just so he could see his teammate's cute and lean little stature in the locker room, and now he didn't even have to wait. 

Steph and Klay were both making their way from their spruced up beach house to the deck since it was almost 1 pm. It was mostly Steph rambling and Klay trying to possibly comprehend and translate exactly how can one look so adorable. Steph pauses when he realizes Klay was staring and chuckles, hazel eyes shining an almost golden color under the flare of the daylight. They both walk in silence, puffing out their chest to take in the fresh air, untouched by pollution.

Their comfortable silence is interrupted by DeMar and Kyle stepping out of their own house. "DeMar," Kyle says tugging at his boyfriend's well-defined arms, "That cloud looks like a heart!" The clouds bustled like white cotton candy in the vibrant blue sky, the palm trees in the distance had a sharp bolded outline thanks to the strike of the bright sunlight. 

"A heart?" DeMar asks, skeptically eyeing the sky as his hand travels down to hold Kyle's. To them, holding hands was practically muscle memory. The couple stumbles by Klay and Steph. "Looks more like a big thick ass," DeRozan snickers, earning a playful shove from Kyle.  Steph's chestnut eyes roam to the cute couple, he blinks at Kyle's plump ass then he scoffs. "We get it DeMar, you like ass," he muses, subconsciously observing the sandy footsteps the 4 of them leave behind as they walk. Kyle perks up "He sure does I mean you should see the way he put-" Deebo pushes a hand over Kyle's mouth. "That's enough talking for you," DeMar says hurriedly as he blushes a bright red.

🏖 𝕯𝖊𝖈𝖐 🏖

The ocean breeze freshens up the open deck. Padded beach chairs are laid out in the sun on top of sun-bleached wooden floorboards, a water dispenser infused with fresh lemon and fruits sparkled with paper cups stacked beside it on a quartz counter. The outdoor kitchen and bar are covered by velvet red curtains. LeBron is relaxed and sprawled over a beach chair, showering in the sun, cold water in hand feeling contempt.