Ship: Neyssi
Fluff
Top: Messi {25y/o}
Bottom: Neymar {19 y/o}
Summary: Neymar has a huge Crush on his older Teammate Lionel, but he is way to shy to tell him.
Enjoy <3
Neymar
"Concentration!" Iniesta yelled at me.
I rolled my eyes a bit annoyed and tried to focus on training. But how can I, when Lionel is present? He is so handsome and cool and good at whatever he is doing. I could literally stare at him my whole entire life and further.
But he doesn't have the same feeling towards me, he always seems or well, is unbothered. He thinks I'm boring. Because I am.
After practice, we all went to our locker-room and changed. Obviously I was staring at him. His abs are so goddamn pretty and the way he is taking of his jersey, shit!
At some point, he noticed and made eye contact with me. I immediately looked down ashamed and acted like nothing happened. How embarrassing!!
At home I tried to think about something else but him, and it was hard. So hard.
*ringtone*
I looked at my phone and tapped on the chat between me and Suarez, one of my teammates.
"Boys night today. Come over if you want to distract yourself of Leo"
Suarez is the only person I shared my secret with for years. And so, he knows what I want. I replied to him that I'm there in an hour, before I went to shower.
{•••}
When I arrived, I had actual hope to distract myself from Lionel. Didn't really work out since he is here!
It's so messed up that I had to smile when I saw him.
He was sitting at the couch with his phone and his hair was all fluffy. I want to touch it so bad.
"There you are, Ney! Come sit next to Leo" Pique said and pointed towards Lionel. He looked up from his screen and scanned me, which is way my cheeks got pink. I nodded slowly and did so.
Because of the fact that there were many people on the couch, I almost was sitting on his fucking lap.
I would be lying if I say that I don't like it, but I'm pretty nervous and it's hard to hide.
He put his phone away and watched the others.
God he smells so good. His legs are touching mine.
He is so near and I'm scared to look at him.
I bit my lip and stared at his collarbone.
I heard how he cleared his throat.
I looked up at him and he was looking at me as well.
His eyes were unbothered but he didn't stop looking at me, so I looked away quickly.
I'm gonna have a heart attack.
"Are you okay?", I heard a voice asking very near by my ear. His voice. I gulped hardly.
I nodded shyly. "I am, yeah" I said in a raspy voice.
Everyone in the room was minding their own business, so no one heard anything.
He must think I'm some weirdo who needs to go to therapy. "Are you always such a pussy or is it just around me, Neymar?".
What
The
Fuck.
My eyes widen for several seconds but I tried to keep it cool. Did he just called me a pussy? Seriously?
"Excuse me, what?" I asked and looked up at him.
I don't know why, but it kinda made me angry.
"You heard me, you act like a pussy towards me.
Are you one? Or is it just your innocence?", I could feel his breath against my neck and I got goosebumps. Shit, this is absurd.
He is so shitty and arrogant to me, so why am I still so attracted to him? I am a pussy.
"Sorry, I need to go to the toilet" I whispered.
As I saw myself in the mirror, I noticed how flushed I am. I still couldn't progress of what just happened.
I mean, I knew he thinks I'm very uncool, I know too, but did he have to say it so...mean?
I am pathetic.
