𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 {𝕭𝖝𝕭}

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Athletes were scattered, knocked out, sleeping, curing to their hangovers, and finally, after several hours, sober. The sun was slowly climbing from the horizon of the blue waters, early morning was creeping the sunlight onto the bleached island sands.

🚽 𝚆𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 🚽

Chris found himself puking his guts out into the ceramic toilet bowl of some vast party in an Island called CoCo what now? Chris forgot. If there was one thing he knew, it was that this was the most eventful start to the summer that he has ever experienced.

In fact, the most eventful and horrible. This was a hangover that made his head spin and the walls close in. The white tiles of each wall seemed to cave in closer and closer as it was getting harder to breathe, but then he felt a warm hand on his back and everything initially horrendous disappeared.

Behind him, Carmelo Anthony was gently rubbing circles on the bare cocoa skin of his back as Chris knelt over the bowl, stomach flipping, clenching, and doing anything but digesting. "I told you not to drink too much," Carmelo said, voice endearingly soothing. Chris spit out his last remnants with tear stricken red eyes and a red nose, he inched his head upwards, and slowly but surely faced Melo before wiping his mouth with a rag.

"You called me a lightweight," Chris said, voice strained, throat sore. "That I did," Carmelo nodded, eyes soft, "Which should be more reason that you shouldn't have drunk so much." Chris shook his head and flushed the toilet weakly. "I took it as a challenge," he smirked.

"As you always do," Carmelo sighed as he slowly stood up, to offer Chris a hand. At first, Chris refused the offer and tried to get up himself, failing miserably and having Carmelo catch him before he fell back to his knees. 

"Gee, thanks Carmelo!" Carmelo said, trying his best imitation of Chris's voice. He leaned down and wrapped Chris's arm around his neck to take some of his weight, his other arm going around CP's waist. Chris only jerked his head and laughed as Chris walked the both of them to sit on the bed. 

🏖 𝔅𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 🏖

DeMar and Kyle were soaking their legs in the cool bright blue overlapping waves of the morning beach as the sun shone brighter and brighter each waking minute. 

They were relaxed, frigid water seeping into their toes, not in any unrelaxed way, it was numbing and mellowing in a sense. The breeze was soft too, adding to the tranquil of the morning a completely different setting to the burst of blinding lights and the sound of glass clashing against the floor from last night.

"We're gonna get in trouble aren't we?" Kyle giggled as DeMar slid his hand on top of Kyle's, they watched the golden sun slowly rise upwards in the distance as the leaves of the palm trees bustled. 

DeMar just nodded, not tearing his eyes from the capturing scenery, "Oh yeah, for sure." Despite the two of them knowing this, they lazed about, at peace. After a brisk moment of stillness, Kyle turned to DeMar, after taking in the light yellow shine of his eyes he asked,

"We're doing it again though, right? Throwing a party?" DeMar couldn't help a laugh at that, he squeezed his boyfriend's hand as he used his other hand to clutch onto his abs, "Nothing can stop us, Kyle."

"Psh. Cheesy," Kyle muttered, a faint blush forming on his cheeks as he looked down at the cold water rippling around their feet. "Oh? I'm the cheesy one?" DeMar asked giving Kyle a bright smile. Kyle grunted, "Fuck you." 

"Maybe I will," DeMar chimed, leaning down to press a kiss on a stunned Kyle's right cheek. "Speaking of cheesy," Kyle said as he stared up at DeRozan eyes shining with a mischievous glint, "LeBron and Kyrie."