random nba rpf one shot i abandoned
"You think you're so fuckin' cute, huh?"
LaMelo flashed a pearly white smile, a small glint of his grillz peaking though.
They were in Vegas for summer league, neither of them playing. Just sitting pretty court side, posing for cameras, and signing autographs for fans.
Vegas was fun in the summer for Ja, the energy was different pre-season, like the whole world was ready for the taking, like he could have anything he wanted.
And right now, seeing LaMelo with his baby pink fuck-ass juicy couture velour track suit was sending him. His blond curls were coiled tight and short, peaking out below a matching hat.
Ja rolled his eyes, and LaMelo's smile got wider.
"Nah, but you think so?" It wasn't a question, and it sounded smug.
They were at the hotel lobby, the sounds of slot machines from the casino bouncing through the room, laughter as cheering of people winning and loosing was filtering through the building.
Ja had his elbow on the bar, slouched down, knee's bent looking up at LaMelo who stood tall.
fuck - he is cute.
And it was as if LaMelo read his mind, stepping forward, one of his legs slotted between Ja's knees. His lips were still curled up in that mischievous smile, and Ja couldn't help but notice how hydrated they were. Wondering briefly how they'd feel against his.
When LaMelo bit his lip, Ja felt like he was being played. The fucker had a knowing look, hands wandering closer to Ja.
Ja stood up, shoving Melo off of him. Grabbing his shirt by the collar, vice grip probably ruining the expensive fabric.
"Bro, don't screw with me." Ja was a hair shorter than Melo, but the younger man was cowering slightly. "I will fuck you up."
LaMelo blinked up at him.
"I'm serious." Ja's steeled his expression.
They were breathing all over each other, and Melo smelled like a cocktail of fruit punch, lychees, cherries and mango. Ja always had a bit of a sweet tooth.
“You gotta gun you wanna wave around while you’re at it? Seems like you usually do.”
And that was when Ja saw red.