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“Here we go again” Marcus grumbled in the locker room. He tapped the mini ball in the room nervously. No one on his team knew what was on his mind. He was just coming off a two-week-long injury and while his team was doing very well without him he still had his goal set on the DPOY.
Every day, since that near sweep against Brooklyn he’d worked hard to avenge that humiliating defeat. He swore he was going to be the best defensive player on that team if it killed him. After narrowly avoiding being traded at the deadline in the summer he trained every other day trying to be useful in transition basketball, making sure he got no charges and trying to be alert.
One thing about Marcus was that he always got distracted easily by stupid shit. So no wonder his first game back would be against Antetokounmpo. The Greek player frustrated him to no end. He was one of the hardest people in the league for him to guard and easily one of the most dangerous.
Somehow every game that Marcus played against the Bucks ended up in a full-on collision and a short confrontation with Giannis. Marcus had to admit that he sorta started it with a nasty foul 2 years ago and some dumb comments but he didn’t care. The Greek player seemed so soft and go lucky which pissed him off. How could he be that much better than him? He always made a big point of teasing him in an attempt to get him on his level so he could be a dick back and show the world that Antetokounmpo wasn’t perfect.
But as Giannis got colder and colder to him Marcus felt bad. He seemed like a good guy and he purposefully made a huge enemy out of him. On top of that, Giannis was one of his main rivals for Defensive Player of the Year and had won it before on top of his MVP Award. No matter what he’d truly felt the Greek player would be on the opposite side of the court.
Marcus grunted and started undressing for the game. Antetokounmpo was a threat no matter how sweet and charismatic he seemed to be. Jealousy be damned he’d show the basketball world he deserved to be DPOY.
—
The Greek player rolled up to the court in his white and green jersey. He set up some free throws for some shots when he was approached by his brother.
“Wasup bro” Giannis smiled as he sank some shots into the court. “I thought you were going to sit out today what’s the matter?”
“Giannis,” Thanasis said curtly. “This might not be the correct time but sit down with me”
Giannis sat down with his older brother. He wondered what would be the matter. He recalled asking his brother to drop some items at his wife’s house while he wasn’t home. Every season, he’d made arrangements to have someone check on his wife when he was flying off during the regular season. He hoped Thanasis had nothing urgent to report.
“Last night I caught another man in your house,” Thanasis said grimly.
“I gave your wife a choice and she decided to just clear out and leave and go to her parent's place. She left it to me to give you the bad news. I thought that it would be best coming from me in person instead of through a cellphone” he continued. He looked super distraught. Giannis couldn’t believe it.
“…..”
Giannis could only sit in silence. He probably had sat in that chair for maybe a couple of minutes but it felt like an hour with how unstable his emotions were.
He had read something on the Instagram posts Kostas’ girlfriend would share in their family group chat about the Five Stages of Grief. He didn’t remember them but if they existed he definitely went through almost all of them rapidly within a couple of minutes.
His wife had been his actual rock when he came into this country. His teammates acted more like co-workers to him. After games, they would go to bars and hit on women which was never really the Greek player's style. When he had first been invited to the clubs when he joined the team he usually declined unless he had nothing to do. Even these days unless he was in earshot of a conversation he was never really invited to go out with the other single guys on the team.
His wife was the one that showed him around Milwaukee in the first place and made him fall in love with the place.
Giannis remembered when they had first met in a coffee shop downtown. Giannis had never tried coffee and had been recommended the coffee shop by a fan he had met at a meet and greet. She was a waitress and had humored him with his request for everything on the menu. Afterward, she slid a thin sheet of paper with her number on it. He properly introduced himself then and she offered to take him around the city. She didn’t even believe that he was a basketball player in those days because of how lanky he was.
He remembered their first kiss on Christmas of 2014. He had taken her to one of the first parks she had introduced him to in the city and had set up a chilly brunch special catered just for her with tons of expensive presents. They had kissed and had held each other for hours.
His wife was his only real friend in the chilly city aside from his family. She made the city warmer with her in his life. And now she had been caught with someone else.
“I can’t play this game bro my mind is just too messed up,” the Greek player said with tears in his eyes. His brother ran to comfort him.
“You will be fine lil bro I’ll handle everything. I just wanted to tell you first” Thanasis hugged him tightly. “I will make things right just play your heart out and beat these guys now”
Giannis then went back into his changing room to go meet with Coach Bud and the other players for last-minute plans for the game. He’d wipe the smirk off of all those Celtics' faces. Especially Smart.
Smart was one of the biggest dicks in the NBA. He reminded Giannis of the shitty policeman in Greece that would harass him and his brothers in the street just because they were poor. He’d always remember how Marcus had laughed after he jammed his finger on the ball. He was a dickhead and probably one of his biggest rivals in the NBA. After that incident, Giannis either ignored him or would go out of his way to create “unintentional” fouls. It cost him sometimes but it was always fun to see Marcus yelp and flop a little bit on the ground.
—
Marcus was kinda shocked at how badly they were losing.
It was the 3rd quarter and the Bucks already had around 81 points to their 63 and Giannis was already at around 32 points. Marcus was finding it hard to guard the Greek player. He still played his role as a defensive stopper but he was growing impatient. Tatum was having an off day mainly because Giannis and Lopez would not get off of him and he could not put in any mid-range or three-point shots easily. The other players minus Jaylen were not doing much better either.
Marcus started pouting. Even setting up screens and double teams weren’t deterring the Bucks. It was looking like for Marcus’s first game back they’d suffer a heavy defeat.
Marcus grunted. It was time to get more physical and in the paint. From the corner of his eye, Marcus saw Giannis wide open. Marcus signaled to one of the other guards that he would handle him. As Giannis went for a fast break Marcus leaped for a block.
Giannis smirked and collided with him using his elbows. Marcus completely stunned by that maneuver fell back to the ground flopping like a fish.
“What the fuck dude. Watch where you put your hands!” Marcus screeched holding the part of his face that Giannis had hit. If Giannis had got any closer to his nose he would have a huge ass gash or nosebleed.
Giannis stared at him in a colder way than he had ever did. Marcus shuddered at his expression. It was so freaky to see the usually content and playful media-friendly Giannis, who was so good-natured that he had even turned the press's mispronunciation of his name into a joke and latter shoe brand, look like he was 10 seconds away from slapping the shit out of Marcus. Smart didn’t know if he could take him but he hoped it didn’t get to that.
Giannis realizing that he had been staring too long had his expression soften immediately. He extended an arm to the fallen Celtic. Marcus grabbed it and let out a breath of fresh air. At least the Greek player didn’t want to fight him.
Giannis turned to him with a smirk.
“I would say sorry man, but if I was to look up the word dick in the dictionary I’d find your face on it,” Giannis said uncharacteristically. Marcus opened his mouth a bit in shock.
“You play dirty, I play dirty’
Giannis walked to the free-throw line leaving Marcus’s mouth agape at the audacity of the Greek boy. No one had ever said shit like that to him since he was a teenager. Of course, he was a cocky guy and talked shit a lot but he hardly said anything malicious to anyone.
Marcus made the shot but Giannis’s attitude distracted him the whole game. He went a humiliating 2 from 9 that game and had much lower possession in the second half.
Marcus could picture the headlines the shitty Bostonian newspapers would run.
“Is Marcus Smart a liability?” “Celtics defense neutralized by Bucks by 23.”
Marcus did not have social media like the other players.
Jaylen Brown one of the more mature players on the team recommended lowered media usage for the team to protect their image and to keep the team motivated. According to Jaylen, it would be best for the entire team's personal lives if the only things reported in Boston media happened on the court. Of course, Jaylen was also very aware of the Boston media circuit as well and how they treated obnoxious players. He had warned players like Kyrie about this and they didn’t heed his advice as a result, he was shredded weekly by editorials till he left the team.
The only player with an active social media presence was Tatum and he rarely posted anything above the ordinary.
Marcus when walking into the locker room after a loss always did see players like Tatum looking at social media blogs intensely but Jaylen never told off Tatum on anything. If it was anyone else Jaylen would tell them to put the phone away. Marcus followed the rules, he never accessed social media around his colleagues but at home, he sometimes would open Instagram to hook up with the ladies in his dms for a release. He hadn’t done that in a long while though, since his injury he was way too busy with training and practice to be having flings or be in a committed relationship.
Marcus wondered what to do. It was a Friday night in one of the most interesting cities in the world. Boston was one of his favorite places ever, he could meet all sorts of people and enter almost any exclusive venue just based on his status. Marcus enjoyed the status that came with being a part of a well-loved basketball team.
Marcus overheard Grant Williams and Tatum talking and they gestured him over in their direction. Marcus obliged and went to talk with them.
“Grant and I've been thinking about going to this bar in downtown Boston tonight,” Tatum said, “Do you want to chill with us? I know you've been busy as of late but I think you could use a night off-“
“Sounds chill. I’m in” Marcus said with a smile. “Plus I know almost everyone downtown. I don’t want to think about this loss so much so I’m down”
Marcus stayed for around 30 minutes after he agreed to go look for a bag that he had left front side. He went out and saw Antetokounmpo just sitting in the stands hands buried into his face with headphones. Something was off.
—
What am I now? What am I now?
What if I'm someone I don't want around?
I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling
What if I'm down?
Giannis sat with headphones in the locker room after the victory completely tuning out all the applause his teammates gave.
“Giannis are you good? I’ve been picking up bad vibes from you all day” Jrue asked in the shower next to him.
Giannis cursed. Not only had he been singing in the shower again (he tried to avoid this problem by going last in the shower). But he hadn’t hid his emotions well enough either.
Jrue was one of Giannis’s closest teammates. This was mainly because Jrue was one of the most outgoing players on the team. Out of everyone on the whole team he knew the most people in the NBA which helped in finding new faces for the team in free agency. He was good at being a pseudo-co leader to support Giannis when drawing up plays and he was among one of the most reliable people on the team. If one person had to know about what he was going through he’d pick Jrue.
“I’ll tell you when everyone leaves” Giannis grunted in the shower. They both finished their showers in silence while the rest of the team hurried out to go back to the team hotel.
“So are you going to tell me why you were so agro today man,” Jrue said as they made their way to the empty stands.
“Uh today I found out my wife was having an affair”
Giannis could barely spit out the words. There went his reputation as a family man. The hypocrisy and self-flagellation he did avoiding social events with his teammates made no sense now. He was cheated on the same way the single guys on the team were. He was a punk.
“Dude that’s terrible,” Jrue said with sympathy. He paused for a moment thoughtfully.
“Look man there are nice-looking women all over cities like Boston! It might be too soon but you should maybe go into the city with me tonight” Jrue suggested.
Giannis wanted to go but his shame would just not allow him to go after rejecting his teammates for so long. Plus it was too soon. Every woman at a nightclub looked just like his wife. How would he be able to cope? How would he be able to love again?
Maybe he’d go to a bar with Thanasis. He’d call him up after he got to his hotel and they would go from there.
“I’m sorry I think it’s way too soon. But thanks for checking on me” Giannis said shakily.
Jrue nodded knowingly and walked off of the court. Giannis hoped he hadn’t offended him but Jrue seemed to have his back usually.
Giannis called an Uber and waited on the front court listening to Harry Styles.
He then came face to face with Marcus Smart again. Giannis had had his face down on his knees with headphones on and didn’t notice anyone on the court. It wasn’t until the green-haired Celtic walked in front of him he noticed that there was another occupant.
“I don’t want to fight you Smart” Giannis muttered. A few hours ago the Greek player would have been ready to knock the breaks out of Smart but right now he was way too withdrawn and not in the mood to deal with someone.
“I don’t either” Smart shrugged. The Green haired Celtic plopped himself right down right next to him making him very uncomfortable. Why was he so close?
“Are you going to tell me what you are doing here?” Giannis said annoyed. Marcus was one of his least favorite people in the NBA and here he was bothering him when he was having a family emergency and having an emotional breakdown. Just great.
“I came here to look for a bag but now that I see your ass here” Marcus bemused “I want to ask for an apology from you. What you did was fucked up.”
“Why do I have to do that when you have bad-mouthed me to the press and always in my face mocking me?” Giannis retorted.
Giannis didn’t know where this was coming from but he wanted no parts in Smart’s shenanigans. When would his driver come?
“Look, man.” Marcus looked down at the floor. Smart looked super nervous probably nervous about what he was going to say. Giannis didn’t know what to think. He never saw Smart as someone that would make himself vulnerable in front of people.
“I’ve been a huge dick to you and your right to call me out on it, but I want to tone it down to a more cordial level,” Smart admitted. “You're a good player and probably will be one of the greatest players in the league one day. I’ll get fewer jokes off if you agree not to elbow me”
Giannis sat there with mixed emotions. He didn’t know Smart had a heart and was being well-meaning about it. But for what it was worth he decide to accept it and stood up and shook Smart’s hand.
“Bet”
Marcus walked out of the room and Giannis put his headphones back on. It probably would be more embarrassing if he had brought his speakers and was blasting Harry Styles as he sometimes did in his hotel room. Giannis blushed and then realized that his Uber was waiting outside. He rushed outside.
—
Marcus got to the bar around 9 PM. It was very warm out still as it was the beginning of fall so he wore a crop-top with lucky on it some nice earrings he had picked out and some nice shorts. He hadn’t been to a bar in a while but he hoped it would be a nice outing away from basketball and away from the NBA.
Away from Antekoumpo.
Giannis had been on his mind since he got into the bar. He could not stop thinking about how upset he looked when he walked in. What would he have done if he had walked on him crying? Giannis would probably have punched him or screamed at him to get out. He was glad it didn’t get to that.
He never thought about Draymond or Rudy Gobert both formidable challengers for the Defensive Player of the Year Award like this. Well, they certainly weren’t as great or as lean as Giannis. As much as they called Giannis someone that could only run and dunk (In the words of a certain Brooklyn player) Giannis had a much more dangerous skill set defensively that only a few people in the league could handle. There was a reason he had won MVP twice.
“Marcus welcome to the bar we thought you’d never get here” Grant greeted him at the bar.
The bar looked nice and clean. He’d been in here before and the bar sometimes let Marcus reserve it for small parties and gatherings. The way the owner saw it, the more people the more money. But he didn’t think Grant or Tatum were as familiar with the bar as he was.
“Did you reserve the bar all for ourselves?” Marcus asked.
“Nah I didn’t” Grant turned a bit red. “But we can still have a lot of fun here. Just look at the space!”
There were still a lot of people crowded in between Tatum. A lot of people pilled into the bar as Tatum had put the bar on his Instagram 20 minutes before. Bostonian women loved Tatum and the wild ass parties he would throw. Jaylen didn’t like to party or to drink, and aside from Smart who barely visited clubs these days no one else on the team was as popular in Boston or drew in people into crowds.
Tatum dapped him up. Even with them there the bar was only half full.
“Wassup bro lemme introduce you to these girls” Tatum smiled with his teeth. The girls giggled. Marcus loved when Tatum smiled like that. On the court, he was super unfocused, unconfident, and tense but outside the court, he was a different more chill person. Marcus was happy to see that Tatum was getting some.
“Hey Marcus wanna join us?” some girls giggled behind him. Multiple girls were pestering him to go to the back of the bar where they were playing-musical chairs? Marcus looked back and saw it was a chair for lap dances.
Marcus smiled and shook his head. He did NOT want to be on the internet after a loss having a white girl dancing on his crotch. He already knew he would get fried on social media for that.
“How about a private dance though” he grinned at one of the girls, a lighter-skinned Latina in a sea of white girls. They got talking for a couple of minutes till she told him he needed “help” with something. He smirked and followed her outside. He didn’t notice the two Greeks coming into the club.
—
Giannis and Thanasis carefully walked inside the club. Giannis hadn’t been in many clubs except for meet in greets in Milwaukee so he felt anxious about the number of people inside the club.
“Uh is this the place bro” Giannis stuttered. He was still kinda shaken up by everything and had been radio silent in the car. But his brother knew him well and played the music he liked from his playlist.
“Yep we are here” Thanasis announced.
“Looks packed. Let’s find someplace to sit and get you some drinks to calm your nerves”
Giannis walked into the front and all the eyes in the room immediately turned toward him. The Greek player started blushing. Of course, all the eyes in a club would be on him he was one of the most well-known players in the NBA. It turned dead quiet as they walked into the middle of the bar.
“Hey, y’all just here for drinks sorry to bother all of y’all,” Giannis said trying to fake the enthusiasm he had in the media for NBA reporters.
Some of the girls in the Bar walked up to him and started snapping photos. He humored them but ignored them talking to him about his availability and if he was single. As they continued to chat he noticed that Jayson Tatum and another Celtics player were at the back of the club getting lap dances from some girls. Giannis winked at Thanasis to take his spot with the women and walked up to Tatum to greet him.
“Hey what are you guys doing here” Giannis grinned. Tatum and the other player (who he recognized as Grant Williams) dabbed him up.
“Nothing much just decided to chill here after the game to get our mood up after a loss” Tatum admitted. Giannis realized that must be why people come to clubs. To let out steam.
“Same with me” Giannis admitted.
“I’m having some marriage problems so I decided to just come here and drink with my brother” Giannis pointed to Thanasis who had moved from the groupie white girls to chat up one of the bartenders.
“You want to join us?” Giannis asked.
Tatum and Grant nodded and came towards where Thanasis was and dapped him up.
“Is Boston always this fun?” Thanasis said laughing at the dancers. The vibe in the bar was super festive and dancers were having the time of their lives in the middle of the bar performing.
“Yeah, it always is this chill.” Grant laughed “Smart knows almost every place downtown.”
“Where is Smart right now?” Giannis inquired. He was curious what Smart would be doing on a Friday night. Maybe sleeping? Out with family or girlfriend?
Giannis even wondered if a guy like that would have a girlfriend. He couldn’t even treat people like Giannis right so how could he treat another woman?
“Smart faded the bar with us. But he went out with a girl a couple of minutes ago, you probably just missed him” Grant explained.
“I’ll go look for Smart, I have unsettled business with him,” Giannis grunted. He had taken two shots of alcohol already way past anything he had in a while and felt giddy. Smart’s teammates pointed out the general direction that he went and Giannis followed it.
The Greek player got up and walked outside of the bar and saw how dark it was outside. He hesitated. This was Boston he could easily just go outside and get robbed by some deranged fan. He didn’t care. Drink in hand he walked down the street as his teammates had suggested down to a series of convenience stores and a 7/11.
Smart wasn’t in any of the stores. But he started checking all the cars in the area. He was looking for around an hour and panicked. What if Smart had been kidnapped?
“Calm down Giannis” Giannis muttered to himself. “He really could just be in a girl's house. Let me just go back to the bar”
However, as soon as he made that deduction it didn’t take too long for him to see where Marcus was. Giannis could see the shoes he wore on the street next to some car. He could hear Marcus yelping. He ran towards the car alarmed at the noises he heard.
—
Marcus had followed the girl outside. She had asked him to go “help” him with some problems with her car. Marcus expected that the girl would pull a move on him that would lead to them hooking up. She had said it in such a suggestive way that he expected that they’d have some type of intercourse.
“So yeah, I have some problems with my car” the girl gushed. “We can stop by 7/11 to pick up some oil stuff.” The girl had put her hand on Smart leg obviously signaling that she wanted to have sex.
“Sure. I’m down.” Marcus laughed. His dick was a bit hard from the girl touching all over him. He barely had any experience picking up girls directly from bars especially being driven by them. All the women he had been with had just pulled up to his hotel or house which made intercourse with them relatively safe and fun. He was a little nervous with this girl driving but he figured it was just nerves. He could fight her off in this state.
They arrived at 7/11 but the girl did a strange evasive turn that had them park far away from the 7/11. The girl slammed her head on the steering wheel annoyed.
“Oops, I’m sorry I think I’m super drunk,” the girl said ditzy. Marcus was concerned. When he had talked to her she didn’t seem under the influence.
“Maybe I should drive back to the bar instead of you” Marcus joked. The girl laughed in agreement. No way Marcus was going to let a stranger drive drunk in a car with himself like that.
“Look-“ Marcus said, but paused. He didn’t even know the girl's name.
“What’s your name?”
“Tina,” the girl said.
“Look Tina, I like you and I don’t want you to get hurt driving so I’m going to going to go grab the things you asked and drive you home or to the bar. Just stay right here” Marcus said getting up to head inside the 7/11.
“Buy a condom too” the girl joked. Marcus grinned and walked inside.
Luckily there was coolant (and condoms) inside the 7/11 and Marcus ran out quickly out of the store.
“Hey brought you what you need,” Smart said with a smile.
Tina wasn’t in the car though. Marcus looked behind him and there was a guy with a gun. Marcus froze. He had very few good incidents in his life regarding guns and had PTSD from a robbery when he was young. The only thing he could do was do what his therapist suggested and count backward from 10.
“Get back in the car fast,” the man said authoritatively. Marcus should have realized it was a setup from the beginning. “Tina” had been acting strange the whole night and had been taking a liking to him. This must have been what she did for a living. Setting up people to get robbed.
Marcus got in the car fast. When the driver got to the other side he loosened his shoes and left them on the side of the car so someone could find them if it turned into a kidnapping attempt. He was fucked though.
“I want you to send me $5000” the robber stated angrily. Marcus complied and opened his banking app and attempted to zelle the robber money. Unfortunately, he had transferred money to his mother so his limit was $500. The robber pissed off, moved the gun closer and closer.
“Stop playing around or I’ll fuck you up,” he said threateningly. Marcus yelped till he heard a voice coming from outside.
“Hey, Smart where have you been?”
The familiar sound of Giannis’s voice spooked the robber. The robber alarmed pressed a button opening a side door. Marcus jumped out and the robber quickly maneuvered himself out speeding away.
“…”
—
The pair of Giannis and Smart were silent for around 30 seconds. Giannis didn’t understand the sequence of events that just happened. Had Smart been robbed and was he the one to save him? He looked to Smart for an answer but Smart looked completely traumatized. Smart started the dialogue, not with the typical sassy remark Giannis was used to but with a hug. Smart started quietly sobbing on his shoulder.
“Were you just robbed-”
“Yes,” Marcus choked up. He was a wreck. Giannis definitely could not take him back to the bar in this state.
“I will my brother to text your teammates that you are ok. You can stay at my place” Giannis said. Marcus nodded. Giannis called an uber and they waited in silence.
“Has this happened to you before? You seem so messed up from this” Giannis said still holding the NBA player in his arms. He worded it weirdly but he just wanted Marcus to be himself again.
“When I was little my family was robbed and my dad was shot right in front of me,” Marcus said head still faced down.
“He didn’t make it and my mom had to fend for me. Cuz of this I’ve developed a huge fear of guns and getting robbed my whole life.” Marcus' voice started to crack again. Giannis felt for the Green-haired player and squeezed him tighter.
“I was too careless tonight” Marcus spat. Giannis looked worried.” I was upset because YOU beat me. I’ve always tried to be the best, been training all year, and you are still the only person that can turn all of that into mush” Marcus ranted.
“I didn’t even like that girl that set me up I just wanted the pain to go away. I feel so embarrassed for getting myself set up like this. I will never forgive myself.” Marcus continued.
“Smart, I’m not perfect. You just came back from a huge injury and you played pretty well. You are a good player and a good guy with a good heart” Giannis admitted.
“I didn’t think you were a good guy from all this shit you talked to me but it seems you are a determined dude. If you want a title or an award this season you are definitely going to get it” Giannis said.
Marcus could barely look to face him but he could tell that it encouraged him. He went silent again till the Uber came. Giannis then realized he still had a bottle in his hand.
“Yo, Smart you want to chug this? They probably aren’t going to let us into the car with a bottle and this is probably the last we are going to drink tonight” Giannis said helpfully.
“Sure why not” Smart grunted.
They both chugged the rest of the liquor and made themselves into the car. They sat in the back of the car and Giannis gave the driver a thumbs up. The driver recognized him and asked him if he needed any help since they were on the side of the street. Giannis considered trying to explain to them about the incident and what happened to Marcus but Giannis was just not sober enough to explain anything so he kept silent. They would fill out a police report in the morning.
Marcus layed on his arm and grasped his arms and thighs and Giannis blushed. What was Marcus doing? It either was that Marcus was either super gay and hiding it from the Greek player or that Marcus was drunk and just feeling incredibly horny.
“Dude what are you doing” Giannis whispered trying not to get the driver’s activity towards Marcus’s weird behavior. One bad photo or loose mouth and it would be bad for Smart’s entire career.
“Nothing” Marcus grinned and threw up. Giannis gagged. The driver paused and looked backward. Luckily Giannis had caught all the throw-up on the shorts that he had worn to the bar. On the other hand, Smart’s digestive juices were all over him. Gross.
“We are fine back here. It mainly got on my clothes” Giannis said drunkenly. At the end of the journey, Giannis paid the driver around $300 for Marcus throwing up.
They entered Giannis’s hotel room. It was decent had nice lighting and utilities and had an extra bedroom. This is why Giannis suggested Smart come with him to cheer himself up. It was probably better than the place that Marcus stayed at.
Giannis got a phone call and quickly answered it.
“Bro where are you? Been looking for you. You never came back after you went to look for Smart” Thanasis said miffed. Giannis immediately sobered up. He had forgotten to call his brother in the Uber. All the fuss with Smart and him throwing up had distracted him.
“I am fine. I am with Smart right now. He was in the process of getting robbed and I came in just in time to help him” Giannis said. Marcus looked straight at him upset and slammed the door behind him. Giannis sighed, he could have definitely used his words a bit better.
“I’m glad you too are ok. I’ll tell Grant and Jayson how he is doing. Are you coming back to the club?”
“Nah man, we are at my hotel already” Giannis explained. He didn’t want to explain how Marcus had made a move on him and threw up on him. That could be saved for another day.
“I’m super drunk so we might fill the police report in the morning. I’ll talk more in-depth in the morning. Just go home right now.” Giannis suggested.
“Sure man. Get some rest. Goodnight.”
Giannis hung up the phone and went after Marcus to apologize.
—
Marcus looked at himself in the mirror. How could he have been so ditzy after drinking? He wasn’t that much of a lightweight but then again he had drunk half of the bottle that the Greek player had brought over to him. It wasn’t uncommon for someone to throw up. But it definitely was uncommon to throw up on someone that was comforting you during an anxiety attack.
Giannis had been so kind to the green-headed player. He had given him a ride to his place, had hugged and comforted him during his PTSD attack, and had given him some alcohol to give his body a shake-up. And what had he done in return? Get uncontrollably drunk, touched him inappropriately, and threw up in a Uber. Giannis even had to beg Uber not to report him and gave the driver $300 in cash to settle the dispute.
Smart was humiliated. In and off of the court he was just a fool compared to the Greek player. The dynamics could never be clearer.
Giannis was a married man. Smart had watched plenty of videos where Giannis would talk about his wife and being a husband. It was nauseating. Giannis being the perfect player and the perfect dad were just two things that pissed Smart off the most about him.
Smart had tried his way around women-years past and could never form close connections with them the way he had seen in media. Sure he was attracted to them but he never felt that he wanted to start a family with a woman the way that someone like Giannis planned to do.
Did he like guys? He really wouldn’t deny that he was attracted to a small proportion of guys. On a good day, he would definitely find a guy like Tatum sexually attractive for instance. He would say to himself he wasn’t all the way straight but this was the NBA. He didn’t want his personal life turned upside for something he barely felt.
This made the impasse with Giannis even more difficult to deal with. He was just very vulnerable and Giannis acted tenderly towards him so he just continued acting along. He was also pretty drunk. He hoped that the Greek player wouldn’t ask him about it.
Giannis had saved him. He was the perfect guy in the situation and had saved him from dying and he was just the idiot perv that couldn’t keep his hands to his pants and made a move on a married man.
Marcus hopped out of the shower and threw out the throw-up clothes into the trash. He started remembering the events of the car and whimpered and got out quickly. Maybe he would take a bath later. He was already sober and he had gotten off all the throw-up so he could probably leave soon and save himself the embarrassment of staying the night at Giannis’s hotel.
Marcus then received a note under the ground.
*Smart I got some clothes for you from my room that you can wear. Let’s chat when your comfortable and ready -Giannis*
Marcus got a towel on wore the clothes that Giannis had set out for him and headed into the Bucks player's room.
Giannis waited on his bed a little bit anxious.
“So-“ Giannis began awkwardly. “I’m sorry that I said that I saved you or gave confidential info. That was my brother and he wanted to know where I was and I figured that I could reach your teammates through him and tell them your alright since they were still at the bar”
“That’s fine I guess. I’m just fucking annoyed at all this bullshit happening to me” Marcus said quietly. He scooted onto the bed right next to the bed Giannis was sitting.
“I’m sorry that I threw up on you. I’m such a fucking dick and I don’t even really deserve any of the shit that you have done for me. My anxiety from my PTSD is just so fucked” Marcus said visibly frustrated.
“You know what I’m just going to go home and pay you back for the clothes I threw up on, the alcohol, and for the ride from the 7/11.”
“Smart, I've already told you this but I’m not perfect,” Giannis said shocked. He must have never realized Marcus had such low self-esteem. Well, Marcus wasn’t going to hold back.
“Yes, you are mister 2x MVP. Nothing I do can compare to you so stop trying to act like the cool guy”
Giannis was losing his cool.
“Look man I didn’t come from Greece to here to be told by some slob that my life isn’t hard. My life has been hard. I have been robbed, homeless, and beat up” Giannis said furiously. Marcus didn’t expect him to get so angry.
“My wife fucking cheated on me. Do you want to know why I was on your ass today at the game? It was because of that. I hope we are even. At least your heart is still beating. My heart has been broken into a hundred pieces today and nothing in this world can fix it. Be glad I helped your ass.” Giannis said angrily.
“….”
It all made sense. Why Giannis hadn’t been so angry in the car when he had been touchy-feely. Why Giannis was so abnormal on the court today besides his normal mannerisms. Giannis was heartbroken.
Marcus grabbed his hand instinctively but Giannis had brushed him off.
“What the freak dude. Have you been trying to make a move on me the whole time?” Giannis said still angry. He pulled away from him.
“Yes.”
Giannis paused and went silent. “Here we go,” Marcus thought in his head and turned to him.
“I regret saying that your "perfect" you are just as broken as me. All I’ve wanted my entire life is to be a defensive legend. I always wanted you to just disappear when I first met you. You seemed perfect in every way. I never realized your story was as fucked as mine.” Giannis perked his ears but didn’t say a thing. Marcus continued.
“But I understand now. Maybe you don’t like fuck ups but I want to help heal your heart. You don’t deserve someone willing to toss you in the middle of the night for another man. I want to be here for you the way you were here for my panic attack.” Marcus said looking straight at the Greek player's eyes. Giannis’s eyes were lined up with tears.
“I miss her so much, Smart” Giannis’s eyes were full of tears. Marcus held him. Giannis was super muscular but he was just as warm as he was on the outside. His hair smelt of newly scented candles. He just wanted his fellow NBA player to be warm and wanted.
“Your safe with me,” Marcus said gently. Marcus hugged and slowly grabbed Giannis’s waist and they shared a short cute embrace on the lips. Giannis' lips were super soft just like he was.
“I don’t know if I should be doing this Smart. I’m still technically married” Giannis said laying on the bed next to Smart. Smart held his large arm and placed a kiss on it.
“You deserve so much better Giannis,” Marcus said squeezing the Buck’s player's waist. Giannis sighed and cuddled more in the bed with Marcus.
—
“So Marcus do you really want to do this?” Giannis said a bit nervous. He had never done anything with a guy before.
“Yes,” Marcus said firmly. He looked at how freaked out Giannis looked.
“This is my first time with a guy like this too. But I have watched porn and stuff so I know the gist” Marcus joked. Giannis laughed and Marcus grabbed onto his ass and placed a kiss on his nose.
“Ready?” Marcus grunted. Giannis nodded and they began deeply kissing.
Marcus' lips were as soft as cotton. Giannis could kiss on Smart forever. He couldn’t believe that he was doing this with someone he had nearly manhandled hours ago. He moaned as Smart brought down his shorts revealing his very large 8-inch penis.
“Your very long,” Marcus said grinning and grabbed his cock. His dick was very thick and warm in his hand, He immediately began sucking it. Marcus was still very clothed but Giannis was too enamored with the BJ that he was getting to take off Smart’s shirt. Plus it was kinda hot seeing the Celtics player in his clothes.
“Ugh,” Giannis moaned. Smart was amazing at sucking his dick, the back of his mouth seemed to reach every part of his penis very fast. Smart continued to make up and down motions on the Greek player’s dick making Giannis feel very hot.
“There is no way this is your first time,” Giannis said continuing to moan with pleasure. Smart smiled and sucked the tip of his dick. Giannis gasped. Smart then quickly moved down to his balls to give them attention rubbing them one by one. Giannis nearly came from this sensation. He’d never felt something like this before.
“Don’t worry there is more than where this came from Antetokounmpo” Smart grinned and started going down on Giannis eating his ass. Giannis moaned and played back as Smart played with his ass. His tongue loosened his asshole and made his boner much bigger. Smart looked at him in shock at how big his dick was.
It was then that Giannis yanked Smart’s clothes off and they both were naked. Giannis started nibbling on Smart’s chest. He found Smart’s tattoos incredibly sexy. He wanted Smart to cum from it so he bit harshly causing Smart to softly moan in the Greek’s ear.
“Fuck me Antetokounmpo” Smart moaned. He had not let go of the Bucks player's dick ever since he had taken off his pants. Giannis smirked, Smart was smitten by his dick.
“What did you say Smart?” Giannis said with a grin. He did admit it was kinda hot beating his NBA rival earlier today and now fucking him in a bed and making him moan his name.
“You know what I said Giannis” Smart said annoyed. Giannis lifted the Celtics player's leg up and with some extra lube started fucking him.
“Ughh” Smart’s eyes looked wild and Giannis went stroke after stroke into the Celtics player's ass. He struggled and moaned.
Being inside Smart was a wild sensation. Giannis moaned after every thrust. It was so easy to slide into the Celtics player's ass. Both players were super wet at this point and super drenched in sweat. Giannis slurped up all of the liquids on Marcus' body as if the Green-head player was a lollipop. Smart shivered and moaned as Giannis pressed his dick deep down his ass again.
“Ugh cum in me Giannis” Marcus begged. The hairy greek lifted him again and began a third round of strokes. Marcus continued to scream out as Giannis rubbed his dick back and forth.
“Erhgh”
Giannis came all over the Celtics player's face leaving a streak of white on his face. Marcus who was jerking himself off as he was getting fucked came at the very same time. They both played down next to each other staring into each other’s eyes.
“I’m a fuck up, but don’t ever think I’m going to leave you” Marcus whispered.
Teary-eyed Giannis gave Smart a soft kiss.
“I don't plan on leaving you either Smart. Your stuck with me for now” Giannis joked.
“I hope so”
The two players snuggled and embraced again. Nothing in the world could replace this moment.