Everlasting
short excerpt from the end of a lebron/steph fic I'll write ig. Despite the hopeful tone they ARE NOT TOGETHER IN THE CURRENT DAY, BRON WAS LYING TO HIMSELF
"Hey, bron?"
Lebron paused his dribbling workouts and looked across the outdoor court, admiring how the oversized warriors' jersey hung over Steph's tiny body.
"What's up?"
Steph paused, the familiar pout fixing itself on his face before he gathered a deep breath and continued.
"If we become direct competitors would you… yannow, leave me?"
Lebron sucked in a harsh breath, his entire body feeling like he ran into one of Shaq's screens, wholly unprepared for such a serious question being flung at him. It's not like LeBron didn’t think about a situation where Steph and he are rivals, where Steph is the primary obstacle to his success. Before Steph got drafted, when Steph was a sweet college kid and bron was his cool NBA boyfriend. And he knew that Steph was the same, a front-seat audience to all of Bron’s temper tantrums when he lost in a particularly heated game. But Lebron’s momma had raised him better than that, his momma told him to take good care of Steph, and he would never let down his momma.
“I would be lying if I said I know for sure,” Lebron replied, voice breaking off minutely in odd intervals. Steph sucked in a breath at that, sharp but understanding. Lebron has thought about it, getting beaten by Steph in the finals, watching his glory, his fame getting lessened by the beautiful man who was as ruthless and competitive as the self-proclaimed king of Akron himself. But he never dwelled too long on it. As much as he wanted Steph to succeed, he wanted to be the best himself, and he was sure that Steph wouldn’t, couldn’t intervene in that way. But if he did… He would not blow up on Steph the way he did against the Mavs and the Celtics, that much he was sure of.
“However, even if you somehow managed to beat me…” Lebron muttered, glancing at the way Steph scoffed playfully at the stressed tone Bron’s voice took at the mere thought of defeat, “I can say for sure that my feelings for you ain’t gonna change. I’mma still love you no matter what.”
Steph’s eyes went impossibly wide at that, green eyes reflecting thousands of emotions, glassy like the san Francisco bay, and bron felt his breath be taken away all over again. “How are you so sure of that Bron, how can you say that with certainty when you know what you did last time you lost?” Steph pressed again, voice growing airy with emotions, both positive and negative. Lebron grabbed Steph's forearms, not being able to remember when they moved this close to each other, all he wanted to do was press kisses into Steph's forehead and reassure him.
“I’ll admit that, well, I don’t take kindly to losing.” Lebron replied, lips brushing against Steph who was now wrapped in his arms, “But if I lose you, I’ll lose the part of myself that acted less like a douche,” Steph let out a breathy giggle at that statement, which made Bron smile slightly as well.
“You’re like basketball to me Steph, I can’t lose you.”
Steph’s breath hitched with disbelief, but no one could deny that he was unequivocally happy at this very moment. It was more surprising than anything, that Lebron, you know the sore loser Lebron James himself, the competitive, hard-headed, dumbass that he loved despite all his flaws would admit his feelings out loud instead of suppressing them. The rare display of Lebron being soft in public made Steph’s heart fill up ten-fold.
“H-hey Steph, you there?” Lebron asked eyebrows raised in concern at the fact that Steph suddenly stopped moving, half-concerned at the redness of Steph’s face and that he might’ve died of asphyxiation.
“Y-you can’t just say stuff like that Bron…” Steph pouted, cheeks puffing up like a chipmunk that made Lebron stifle a laugh that threatened to escape. “How am I supposed to beat that statement…”
“You ain’t beating shit.” Lebron retorted, which earned him a playful shove. “But I mean it, I won’t let you go.”
“Wow, that’s a villain-Esque dialogue, are you trying to catch a case?”
“I meant every word, why you gotta be a bitch…” Lebron teased, grabbing Steph’s gloved hand and dragging him towards the house, smiling softly at the cute complaints that the smaller man let out at the rough treatment.
He didn’t know how successful he was in convincing Steph but he hadn’t lied at all. He was extremely sure that he would never, ever let go of Steph, no matter what. He loved Steph with everything in his heart, and he knew that would not change.
After all, his love for Steph helped him conquer everything in his path, the natural way of a conqueror,
His love for Steph was everlasting.
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