Kyrie Irving always had a mix of emotions surrounding LeBron James. He first met LeBron when he was 15-17, attending his basketball camp. He was ecstatic to see the basketball legend and they even talked a little. If there was one thing he picked up from Bron at the time, he loved giving advice. When Kyrie got drafted by the Cavs, he had a huge hole to fill that LeBron left in the franchise. And because of LeBron, the franchise was quite frankly, shit . Kyrie could not make up for everything LeBron left on the team, despite his raw talent, he was just a rookie. But he finally accepted he had to grow up and grew to believe he had to build it all from the ground up himself after the next few draft busts. He still respected LeBron, they had a couple chats in the All-Star games. Every time they played against each other, you could almost see LeBron’s eyes light up whenever Kyrie played out one of his complicated moves. LeBron saw Kyrie, and knew he could go back to Cleveland, they just needed a few players. And in 2014, LeBron finally decided to come back. “LeBron? What?” Kyrie asked the Manager. “He’s coming back and we’re trading Andrew and a few players for JR Smith and Kevin Love.” Kyrie blinked at the manager in disbelief. “What? We don’t need LeBron, I can do this myself!” The Manager sighed as he stared at the 22 year old Kyrie Irving. “Well, you’ve had since 2011 to do that Kyrie, I get it, you’ve been to the Olympics and All-Star games, but for the team? You know you need help.” “You talk about him like you have a schoolgirl crush on him,” Kevin laughs. Kyrie falls to a silence again as he feels the hot blood rush to his cheeks. That’s when Kevin realizes, “You DO have a schoolgirl crush on him!!” he almost screams out loud. Kyrie is quick to palm a hand over Kevin’s mouth. Good thing no one recognizes them since they were wearing hats and hoodies. “Kevin!” he scolds through grinding teeth. Kevin apologizes as Kyrie settles back down in his seat. “First of all,” Kyrie starts, grabbing a cup and sipping juice from the straw, “He’s f*****g married, Kev,” Kyrie blatantly states. “Yeah but-” Kevin tries to intervene only for Kyrie to interrupt, “Second of all, I’m not gay. Period. No questions asked.” Kevin simply shakes his head, “That’s what they all say,” Kevin snickers. “Come on, were you even trying?” Lebron says when they land. Kyrie makes a face at him, and tries not to give away how hard he’s breathing. “You’ve got seven inches on me, man.” Lebron bends down to retrieve the ball, and mutters under his breath, “I wish I had seven inches in you.”Stephen beams and gestures for Kyrie to bend down so he can whisper something in his ear. “You ready?” Stephen asks, breath hot against the side of Kyrie’s face. “Yeah,” Kyrie whispers back. Stephen grabs his wrist, “I’m pretty sure Paul George is staring at your ass right now,” Stephen says, and Kyrie giggles like he just said something hilarious. Which, Kyrie supposes, he did. Is this whole situation even real? They had debated over who got to be in which position on the phone. Stephen argued that Kyrie should sit on him because he’s taller, but that’s honestly ridiculous, he’s only got one inch on Kyrie. Still, he let Stephen have it, because he is a nice guy. This isn’t so bad though, Kyrie decides, as Stephen murmurs in his ear, “God, look at them, they’re f*****g drooling.” Kyrie plays the part, biting his lip shyly and blushing like Stephen just said something particularly lewd. Then they start laying it on thick. Kyrie fully leans back into Stephen’s embrace, and makes sure his legs spread slightly wider as he moves. He puts one hand over where Stephen’s arms are braced around his waist, and turns to speak to the side of Stephen’s head viv