{Hold} BestFriends (MxM// Read Desc.)

"Carnival Eats"

- Curry -

Kyrie, Steph, Jimmy, Klay

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I wake up with Kyrie in my arms, we're both in basketball shorts. He's fast asleep on my chest so I gently run my fingers by the side of his face, admiring his cuteness.

Now I have a real problem: should I go for Klay or Kyrie or just move on overall? Klay is not showing any signs of digestible romance and he might be fucking other Omegas behind my back and Kyrie, he's the whole package... if you exclude the fact that there's LeBron, he's omega and that it could ruin my relationship with my bestest friend in the motherfucking world.

Damnit. But here he is, peacefully dreaming on top of my chest. And because we're versatile, I have the ability to fuck or be fucked.

I run my fingers through his dark curls. Right, and there's KD and Jimmy in my way even if I manage to get past LeBron. I sigh bitterly. Being his best friend is enough, and we have sex either way.

But I'm starting to lose faith in Klay. So I guess... it's move on then, huh? I'm snapped from my thoughts when Kyrie starts squirming awake.

"Good morning," I rasp. Wow, my voice is rough in the mornings. "Morning Steph," he stretches into a yawn. "I'm supposed to meet up with Jimmy today at a carnival, did you wanna come?" he asks, curling his head into my neck.

"Sure, I'll invite Klay I guess," I say. He crawls on top of me so I'm met with him face to face. "Is my bruise obvious?" he asks pointing at the bruise on his cheekbone from yesterday. I palm his side and push him off of me groaning, I am not a morning person.

"If you don't want to have bruises then don't have angry sex with LeBron. Simple," I mutter, still feeling a bit salty about LeBron basically beating my best friend, getting a free sleepover and eating all the cereal.

"You're the one who invited him," Kyrie laughs as he gets up to check his bruises and bites in the mirror. I turn my head towards the washroom, still laying in bed. "Yeah well, I'm never doing it again."

"Is it cause he finished the cereal?" Kyrie chuckles, as he sits on the edge of the bed, twisting to look down on me. "It's not just that, but yeah, that's a factor."