ChemiLumi

Inspired by this post by @chemilumi when Jalen was speaking after he lost his voice.

This just me being freaky but I had a thought; Thinking about Jalen being the more nonchalant one, he always thought he was just quiet when it came to sex while Josh is more open and willing to make noise when he’s feeling pleasure. idk it just seems like Jalen is always the more focused one, whether it be focusing on his own pleasure or providing pleasure to his partner. That's why a sound rarely escapes his lips while a whirlwind happens around him. Kind of like a stoicism in a way. Josh on the other hand, seems completely different, moans, grunts, whimpers, all of that. Jalen finds it...cute, and in no way tries to stop Josh from making noises, Jalen knows he can't make those same noises himself.

Also Thinking about how the night before the Orlando Magic Game in Las Vegas, Josh finally got Jalen to agree try something new...just to ease the tension. Jalen's first response when Josh came forward with that idea to help ease the tension was "hell to the fuck no"; simply because he knows Josh can get carried away.

Fast forward to Jalen on the hotel bed, sweaty, eyes wide, gripping the bed sheets, moans and loud shrieks escape his lips as Josh masterfully works his fingers around Jalen’s prostate. For the first time, Jalen Brunson, the same man who prided himself on self-control and restraint was laid out sprawled out and gripping the bed sheets as if gravity would pull him up if he didn't. Moans and whimpers escaped his lips as Josh masterfully works his fingers around his prostate; kneading that sensitive little nub just to get him to whimper. "Once—fuck—I get off this bed, shit…imma—fuck-I'm going to fucking kill you" Josh finds it hilarious how he tries so hard to gain a sense sense of control, smiling up at him "you're so cute when you're mad, bae...." the way Jalen desperately tries to stifle his own moans by biting a pillow until his teeth leaves a fucking dent, or biting down on his own lips until they are flushed pink and raw to focusing his gaze on anything from the ceiling of their hotel room or the sounds of the city outside just so he can’t focus the way the man he loves more than anything in this world is working him like a marionette. "...Josh-h-how is this relieving tensio-oh".

If that wasn't enough, Josh decides that Jalen's sanity is his enemy; leaning down, Josh peppers hot kisses over Jalen's inner thighs before beginning to lick and suck on Jalen's balls like it's his life's mission to make him lose his mind. "J-Josh... AHH-Fuck!" Jalen’s voice breaks, a loud, sharp cry tears from his throat as Josh's finger finds the exact, perfect angle.

Josh has two fingers relentlessly pressing against Jalen’s prostate, his tongue licking and sucking on his balls, and his free hand jerking his cock. The only way he could describe the sensation was too much. Just…too much. Josh’s fingers were too deep into his prostate, his tongue was too wet and slick for his own fucking good, and Jalen was too far gone to pretend like he wasn't going absolutely crazy. Everytime Jalen tried to get a word out, a sob escaped instead.

Now and then, Josh would switch from licking and sucking his balls and shift his attention to Jalen's sensitive cock head, already leaking in pre-cum, making Jalen think maybe Josh would be kind enough to finally let him cum but it was just to tease him. Josh knew good and well he wasn’t going to allow Jalen to get his release that easily. Oh no, Josh needed to enjoy this. For the first time, he got the stoic king to break. He got those pink lips that were usually pressed into a thin unreadable line to be flushed pink and glossy with saliva. Those eyes that had a gaze that can make a starving lion shrink and run away were begging Josh to allow him to climax. "baby, if you don't want to make me cum, fine, I'll just get somebody else to fuck me, they probably gon' fuck me better than you ever ca—"

Josh soon replaced his fingers with his cock; there's two things to know about Jalen; if he's still mouthy while getting fucked, that means he's not getting right.

"JOSH-FUCKKKK...m'joking" Jalen gasps as Josh pistons his hips "I NEED YOU, I NEED IT PLEASE..." What he was begging for? Josh didn't know. He didn't care either. It came to a point that all that Jalen could muster were desperate screams and broken cries. "baby you knew I didn't mean i—FUCK!—Ngghhh" Josh was no longer waiting, and he decided he wanted to break Jalen now, and soon hiked his legs up on his shoulders so he reach even deeper, piston into him harder; "You meant that shit..." thrust "You knew you meant that shit" thrust "the next time you open your mouth, it better be to say thank you" Josh continued until Jalen was a screaming mess on that Vegas Hotel bed. "...that is...if you even have a voice, right, baby?".

"It's like fairytale stuff." -Jalen Brunson on being teammates again with Josh Hart

OR

A "what-if" story of their college days.

"It's like fairytale stuff." -Jalen Brunson on being teammates again with Josh Hart

OR

A "what-if" story of their college days.