ᶠÚᵗᵇᵒˡ Oɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs ⎳⎳

Why You? (Neymessi)

Matchday. We are a step away from the trophy. If we don't play well, don't defend well and all that there is to do..we're failing. Returning with empty hands. A disappointment, which FC Barca has barely ever been. Loosing a match equals to not playing well, not play-making well.

And thay goes to Messi. Who the hell does he think he is? Come on, he's been pushing his own team-mate all the way off pitch! What the fuck? And what were those accusations against me for?!

And if so, what's his problem if I really like his best friend Antonella's post with heart emoticons? Not like she has a boufriend- oh. Well..she does but not ky fault! Come on, it's just a heart emoticon! And moreover, I'm a brother to her!

I can't imagine her and me in the same frame. She's older than me for fuck's sake, and I have no taste for elderly women! Whatever..I really hope we don't stumble over any fights today.

Because of that old ass, I got called by coach. He warned the wrong person! Ugh, I can't escape Messi's wrath ever. Yes, yes he was my idol and still is but I never knew he had such a big ego.

Whatever. The last thing I wanna do is face a loss. I really don't want to return empty handed, and me and him have to co-operate in order to do so. I'm really in for a rough ride..

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It seemed un-believable, but they had won. The champagne bottles were soon emptied on the whole team. Lionel held the trophy high and smiled, taking a look at Neymar. He didn't know why, but he just had to, despite their dispute. Neymar smiled back as Lionel freed a side of the trophy for Neymar to hold.

Neymar held it with pride, smiling widely as the cameraman took a few pictures. Everything was over-whelming for Neymar, mostly because he's still so young. Everyone celebrated in the locker room, drinking their heads off.

By the next few hours, a few were drunk, and most tipsy. Everyone managed to leave, but Neymar and Lionel remained. Lionel turned over and look at Neymar, his eyes clouded with lust.

His body felt sparks as he raked his eyes over Neymar's top-naked body, perfectly tanned and slim figure. Their supposed rivarly didn't seem to take an effect right now, for they're drunk and everything is absolutely ecstatic for both specially for the win.

Lionel pulled Neymar's shorts off, taking Neymar by surprise. Neymar blushed and looked the elder in the eye, clearly nothing close to sober. Well, Lionel was kinda in his senses and is aware of what he's doing, and he knows exactly why. He's developed feelings for Neymar. He realizes now, at the end of all their contradictions, Lionel still liked the latter.

Lionel tugs at the band of his boxers, swiftly pulling them off. Neymar moaned as cold air blew over his now erect cock, seeking for attention. Lionel licked the tip, locking eyes with Neymar.

- "L-Leo!"

Neymar, apparently, is able to identify who it is. It makes Lionel hesitate at first, but then-

- "Fuck it," He whispers and starts to gag on Neymar's cock as it hits the back of his throat. The warmth and wetness from Lionel's mouth is making Neymar leak from pre-cum. Lionel nips and gives kitty licks every now and then to tease the younger, pushing him to cum.

And soon, he does cum. Lionel swallows it with great delight, taking a seat back beside Neymar. Both seem more sober now, but not out of their highs yet.

- "Crazy, isn't it?" Lionel said, chuckling, slumping on his seat as his body lay loose from the toll that alcohol has on him. Neymar giggles, slowly and carefully taking a seat on Lionel's lap. Shit, Lionel thought, peeking at the tent that's forming in his shorts. Neymar smiled goofily, loosely wrapping his slender hands around his neck.