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After the most terrible split in his life, Adam was glad it was all just over. He promised himself he got used living like this after what his "friend" Ilias did to him, but maybe he was lying to himself. Months at Rogue proved it to truly be the most miserable team in the LEC. The scrims were the only think that was regular and "normal" to some extent. The analysis of the games and the individual improvement with the coaches were severely lacking and it was honestly no wonder they ended up like headless chickens in their own lanes at times. Maybe it was his fault for being a fool and believing he could solo carry a team like Rogue, but not like he had much of a choice.
He cursed the team and felt a flash of hope light his world up when it was announced that it would be replaced with NAVI. The organization didn't have a League Team, only a CS team, and the majority of the fans were Ukrainians, which would be tough to please considering the Language barrier and the fact that League is not nearly exciting for them as CS, but he figured he will try his best.
Natus Vincere.
The moment he heard the name, he was unfamiliar with what it was all about. He has never heard such a name involved in the League scene before, well, not that he would know it all, he started watching pro play only when he began to play as a pro. When the paper was placed in front of him, two unfamiliar faces sitting across the fancy table, he picked up the pen and signed his name. There was hesitation, but it couldn't be worse than playing in Rogue. He hoped he would meet new people and that at least one teammate could be French, just to build that synergy he desperately misses from his BDS days. After Ilias, his once friend, made such a nice effort to get him, Chapeau and Théo kicked, he didn't get to play with any other French players.
The people handling everything were nice, offering him snacks and asking him twice about everything, asking for the opinions on the jersey, the office, the placement of the desks, the decorations. And Adam was slightly annoyed, but also kind of glad that he would be playing with a team management that cares about his opinion. He already liked the new office way more than the previous one from Rogue, felt like a proper office compared to the Rogue one. He didn't hesitate to leave an opinion on ehat they could improve, regarding Setup and desk placements.
He felt pretty happy with how everything was going, even though he felt a bit disappointed to hear about Larssen being signed as well...
He hasn't been afraid to express his opinion in the past, having outburst on Twitter about how badly his teammates were playing or just disagreeing with people over the smallest things. He has learned to shut his mouth a bit more after getting benched and called out, but a part of him screams at seeing the name of his teammate on the pdf file that was sent to him. He didn't mind Malrang though, especially not in the support role, he thought it was definitely more suiting for him and maybe it was the friendship thinking, but he believed Malrang would prove himself.
The rest of the signings were shortly revealed as well, leaving Adam to text everyone and get to know them, even if over the phone, it was enough for him. He messaged the Bot Laner, a familiar name from the LFL. A Hans Sama enjoyer and username copycat. The guy was pretty chill and his English was decent, but the conversation was really dry so he didn't bother trying to poke at his side and get him to talk. That didn't matter much anyway, he might save his talk for when they're playing. The fact that it was off season doesn't mean he didn't have to play SoloQ all day, he texted or checked his messages during queue, draft or long death timers. It also didn't help that his girlfriend was there to distract him.
"You've been awfully quiet, baby..." She whispers from between his legs, under the table, squeezing his bare thigh and earning a small whimper. Having a girlfriend was nice, but this was way too distracting for his oversensitive body. He couldn't even think properly with all the blood rushing downwards instead of upwards, into his brain, where all the thinking is. He stared at the screen blankly, registering only the
"Revive in 62s".
The sound reached his ears after a delay, making his sigh as he dropped his hands down, holding onto the armwrests. He looked down for a second, finding his girlfriend's gaze. He was shy about it at first, but he looked back, trying not to smile or blush too much, but it was evident he was flustered at the situation. He could hear pings but he didn't bother to look up, hooked onto his girlfriend's eyes instead. The pinging continued for some more, but then it was silent. He could tell the person pinging him what was happening.
"I have a cute girl under my desk while you're raging over League." He thought about it for a bit. Even bringing his fingers up to the keyboard, letting them twitch at the feel of the keys, but he ultimately decided not to tyoe anything, and to just run his fingers through her long brown hair, raising his hips, making her giggle as she pulled his pants down. He felt it as vivid as ever, wet and warm, a sharp slap to his ass just to wake him up a bit. He couldn't enjoy the sight for long though, not when he heard the pings again, not when he heard the revival sound, waking him up and bringing him down to earth when. He turned his attention back to the monitor, way more drowsy than before, unable to focus as much as usual. He feels it all, and it's sending shivers down his spine. He could feel his toes curling and back arching.
He misses a couple of minions in an upcoming wave, fingers shaking as he aims his skills and autos, he gets pinged for it by the jungler, who really should mind his own business and care about his own cs. It gets even worse when he dies again, but he couldn't do anything againsy the fed Varus even in his prime. The jungle pings him for the thousandth time that game
and writes him a couple of very kind messages...
He moaned when he let go off the mouse, accepting his defeat for the next 70 seconds, and maybe even more... The enemy team could've probably ended the game, only if they weren't stupid and decided to drag it out even more. He wishes his team let go of it for once instead of defending an impossible game that was very clearly lost from the start. He hears a notification sound and picks up his phone for a second, throwing his head back as his girlfriend takes him deeper into her mouth. He bucked his hips up a bit, but she pressed him down so he stopped and remained still for her.
"Fuck..."
Adam whined as he opened the message. It was the new jungler NAVI had signed, Thayger, an EMEA Masters player, the guy who got diffed by the Los Ratones jungle in the finals. It was pretty weird to get messaged first, he was used to sending the message and waiting for the reply. He sighs as he lifts one leg up, letting his girlfriend touch him more, sliding her fingers all over his ass and teasing him along the entrance. He bit his lip as he read the message, one hand in his girlfriend's hair and the other one holding the phone.
"Hey, I hope we get along and make a decent team."
Pretty simple, though way less casual and definitely too serious for someone his age. To be fair, the guy looked somewhat serious, a small beard, a sharp jawline amd eyebrows, nice haircut, very handsome overall.
"Defeat." The sound woke him up for a second and he finally clicked out of the screen, automatically queuing up for another match. That didn't seem to be his girlfriend's plan though, she quickly left him and got up from under the table, reached for the mouse and stopped the queue before she looked down at him. If he was in his normal senses, he would've stopped her, but being sucked for 10 minutes straight and then left to feel the cold air and see his angry girlfriend staring down at him, it was impossible to refuse. He found his place on the bed fairly enough, letting her toy with him and take his mind off League and the new team for just a bit.
She had her fun fingering Adam and riding him afterwards until he came, panting like a dog in heat, feeling oversensitive from everything she gave him. He sighed as he grabbed his phone, checking his messages once again. It felt bad to leave people on seen, no matter how much he likes to pretend to show that he doesn't care, he knows it hurts sometimes. He opens the chat and leaves a message.
"Hi, me too, welcome to the team. I hope we get along."
It was a fairly simple message, but it would probably be enough for now.
"Who you texting?" His girlfriend emerged from the bathroom, still completely naked, but cleaned up from all the mess they both made. She dropped down onto the bed, messing his hair up even more. Adam handed her the phone as he laid back, letting her read the text.
"This is your new teammate?" She looks at Adam, raising an eyebrow. Adam just nods, watching her slide her fingers along the screen with newfound interest. He heard her short nails hitting the screen multiple times before she stops.
"He's hot, definitely your type..." She adds, smirking as she hands him back the phone. Adam raises an eyebrow at that, taking a look at the profile picture. Not that she is wrong, but he doesn't even know the guy. And even if he is like his girlfriend hopes he is, it's been a while since he's had his fun with a guy. He would've missed it if his girlfriend wasn't as good as she was with the pegging. It felt too real even though it was just a piece of silicone. The hips rolled themselves, like she could feel the pleasure herself when she did it...
He was happy with his sex life, with their sex life. Maybe it was a bit much at times, making him leave SoloQ or making him sore for days, but it was good, exhausting in the best way possible, making him let out the dirtiest sounds ever, not believing even himself at times. She cuddles up to him, making him forget about the comment for a bit and letting him relax with the feeling of her skin against his, radiating heat...
...
Arriving at the office once again was weird, things have changed in the short spam of a week. They weren't playing yet, but they had gotten together to greet each other properly and get to know each other. NAVI management had taken some of Adam's advice about desk managment and setups into consideration, which suprised him. It would've definitely not changed if it was Rogue. Seeing his team was weird, having to hug Larssen while shooting Malrang behind his back with an annoyed look and recieving a weak smile right back. Hugging Malrang after that and recieving a refreshing light pat on the back. He then greeted the new Bot Laner, who was definitely unique. He was probably the first Korean he has seen having a tattoo, he didn't mean to stare, but he did, taking interest. Malrang took the new adc away fairly quickly though, catching his attention in Korean.
The last one he got to greet was Thayger, and he hated to admit it, but his girlfriend was right. The guy is his type, as if the face card wasn't lethal enough, he was also tall and fit. Francisco stands like a giant in front of Adam and he feel like a small bean, having to look up as he shakes the Jungler's firm hand. Not only does he have a devilishly handsome face and tall figure, he is also fit and muscular, strong hands that make Adam feel like the Jungler came straight out of one of his wet dreams...
The handshake lasted awfully long as he didn't make an effort to pull his hand away and just awkwardly kept shaking it before realizing. The jungler chuckled a bit as he looked down on him, flashing the most Hundred Dollar Hollywood movie star smile Adam has ever seen. Geez... He needed to get his shit together if he wanted to function this split. Playing with a handsome jungle felt like both a blessing and a curse at the same time. He had absolute eye candy next to him, but that same eye candy was distracting him every once in a while. To make it worse, he also had the most perfect voice and English accent he has ever heard a Spaniard have.
This is going to be a tough split...