lmao it totally makes the story more realistic.
“But Mike knew they weren't safe doing this in the locker room. A reporter or, God forbid, another player could catch them in the act. Mike, savvy veteran as he was, came up with a plan. He knew a place they could get away. 'Lebron, not here. Let's go to the sauna, nobody goes in there after games'. Lebron nodded and glanced preipherally at JJ, now at his locker getting changed into street clothes.
Lebron reflected on how far the three of them had come since leaving Miami. Now they were back on top, with only one challenger standing between them and another chip. The Warriors had the MVP and ripped apart the Houston Rockets in 5 games. Lebron knew this would be his toughest obstacle yet, but he had a supporting cast this time to finally bring a championship to Cleveland. The next two weeks would be day after day of intense preparation and practice. But first, he needed to unwind. Tonight he was determined to do just that.
'Why don't we invite JJ this time?' Lebron said to Mike. 'Let's make this a real Miami reunion'. Mike's eyes widened in excitement, and he discreetly nodded his head. 'I'll open up the sauna', said Lebron, 'and you bring JJ. Don't be long'. But something was long by now. The King’s pole was already at full mast, only contained by his Nike combat armor briefs. He had just unleashed hell on the Atlanta Hawks, and now he was ready to unleash something else on Mike and JJ.
Lebron waited patiently in the sauna, wearing only a towel as he let the heat soothe his battle-worn body. A few minutes later, he heard a knock on the door. ‘Come in’. In walked JJ and Mike, holding four bottles of champagne. ‘If we’re gonna do this,’, smirked Mike, ‘let’s do it right’. Mike and JJ popped all four bottles as champagne went flying all over the sauna. Lebron’s towel was soaked, and the outline of his massive piece was visible. ‘I call dibs!’ joked JJ as he pulled the towel away and revealed Lebron, tall, statuesque, and completely nude. Lebron approached JJ, dripping wet with champagne. ‘I know you like to play that iso ball’ said Lebron to JJ, ‘but if we’re gonna win it all this year, we play as a team. On the court – and right now’.
Lebron ripped off JJ’s shorts to fully exposure the sharpshooter, not as large as Lebron but impressive nonetheless. Lebron grabbed JJ with his right hand and brought him closer with his left. Their lips locked as Lebron gyrated his right hand; up and down, up and down, up and down. He could feel every inch of JJ, engorged and throbbing in his grasp. Just as he was in total control of the game at any given time, he was in total control of JJ’s body. Lebron always looked to assist first and foremost.
Mike was never an assist man. He was a pure shooter, and he was determined to get his shot off tonight in Lebron’s face. Mike took off his shirt over his head to reveal his ripped and lean body. Lebron took notice and leant a helping hand by pulling off Mike’s shorts. Mike’s body couldn’t compare to JJ’s, but it had sentimentality that JJ’s didn’t – Lebron had intimate familiarity with Mike’s manlihood, and tonight he was ready to get reacquainted. Lebron instinctively dropped to his knees and inserted Mike into his mouth. Lebron slowly rocked his head back and forth, inching his way further along until his thick chin beard tickled Mike. Mike giggled loudly. ‘Shutup!’ Lebron exclamed in serious tone, wiping his lips, ‘Somebody might catch us’.
‘Sorry’ said an apologetic Mike, ‘but you know how ticklish I am’. Lebron smirked, ‘damn right I do!’ as he leapt on top of Mike, all six foot eight inches of his frame overpowering the fifteen year veteran. JJ joined in and also started tickling. Mike, unable to contain himself, began laughing at the top of his lungs. ‘No, stop! Please, no more!!’ exclaimed Mike as he rolled around giggling on the sauna floor trying to escape.
The sound of laughter was interrupted by the creak of the sauna door. The trio froze in horror on the floor as they saw the door opening, unable to do anything about it.
‘You fucking idiots’, whispered Lebron, ‘you forgot to close the fucking door’. The three scrambled to get off each other, but it was too late. The outline of a tall figure, six foot six inches, appeared in the doorway. As the steam cleared away, the three looked up to see JR Smith.
JR stood there reactionless at the sight of Lebron, Mike, and JJ sprawled out nude across the sauna floor. This was the first time Lebron had ever benn caught, and his body froze up in terror. JR also stood there, completely reactionless as he locked eyes with Lebron. Finally, JR’s eyes left Lebron’s, and began scanning Lebron’s perfect body. His mouth slowly contorted to a grin. ‘ I thought I was the only one’, said JR breaking the silence.
‘Now, tell me’, said JR mischievously grinning, ‘Yall want the pipe?’"