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

"Pancakes"

- Curry -

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Kyrie, Steph, LeBron, Kevin, Andre D.

4 am.

I was in the dark in Kevin's kitchen, halfway into the fridge munching on a slice of chocolate cake. I was hungry, alright? And, damn this chocolate cake is the motherfucking BOMB! 

The fridge door swings fully open and I back away, chocolate slice in hand to see Kyrie, dark under eyes, over-sized shirt, no pants, rubbing his eyes. "Steph, I don't think that's part of your athletic diet," he chuckles, voice still rough from how early in the morning it is.

I gulp down the rest of the cake and showcased a guilty smile at Kyrie, my teeth probably stained with brown icing, "Then why is it in Kevin's fridge?" I ask. "Also," I gaze at him up and down, "Where're your pants?"

Kyrie looked down, looking like he forgot he wasn't wearing pants, he blinked a couple of times then brought his sleepy gaze back on me. "Oh, uh... how do I say this..." I shrug, "You can tell me."

"Um, Kevin's jizz is all over it," he said after clearing his throat. I wipe some icing off my lips then give him an unamused look, "See? Remember what I told you... You don't just THROW your clothes around during sex, Ky."

"Of course you would know," Kyrie snickers as he closes the fridge and turns on the lights to the kitchen. I flinch at the blinding lights as it incases the whole kitchen. "What're you doing up at 4 am anyway?" I complain, still adjusting to the light.

"I was gonna surprise you all with pancakes, but I guess it's not a surprise anymore," Kyrie says, sniffling as he opens the cupboards. "Ohhh so you only cook when Kevin's around huh?" I cross my arms and pout at him as I lean on the quartz countertop. 

Kyrie rolls his dark eyes as he reaches for the pancake mix, "Steph, last time I made pancakes for you, you had a food-fight with Seth and Sydel."