Neymar x Ronaldo x Messi (FF ONESHOT)

Stuck.

Rushing through the crowd of people, Ronaldo successfully made his way to the elevator closest to his right as it seemed to be rather empty there. It was about to shut close until he had seen Neymar..his friend and a rival..

"A-Ai segura!" Neymar shouted.

And he did. Ronaldo didn't understand at all but the signal he gestured gave him enough understanding. Hearing the loud panting and groaning from the younger sent a shiver down his spine..goosebumps if he must.

Once Neymar ran in, he asked the boy, 'What floor?' In which Neymar replied..'number...'

He was struggling with his English..in to which he put up his fingers but quickly stopped as it would be embarrassing and finally getting the number out—-

"fourfteem"

He let out his usual soft laugh from that raspy voice of his, flashing off his beautiful yet cheesy grin—teeth a pearly white. Neymar didn't notice but Ronaldo was staring at him like a predator. His face expressionless as his eyes lowered down to his pelvic area.

Neymar saw this and questioned, as his eyes also traveled amongst Ronaldo's frame. Eventually they locked eyes, Neymar being the first to look away bringing a hand in his pocket.

The elevator door shut just before a reporter spotted them and a crowd of people noticing. A loud scream was cut off just before the elevator took off, blasting into the air. The elevator indeed blasted, but it was slow..so slow. Time was ticking furiously—Ronaldo's mind all over. He was going to be late to a meeting and Neymar..going wherever. Not that he cared but he was rather curios.

Looking back over at Neymar, Ronaldo saw just how short Neymar was in comparison to him. His body was scrawny almost but he had some muscles on his arms. Those pretty eyes for when they locked—his beautiful curly hair, that beautiful smile..

"Fuck..." Ronaldo mumbled.

He had caught himself just in time before Neymar made his small glance over at him. He felt himself get hard as his underwear tightened. Good thing he had double the pants on under, but the grey sweats had it in vain as his print was practically still out! Quickly, Ronaldo brought a leg over the other—hopeless in hiding his hard on.

Neymar got bored and leaned against the wall behind him. His pouty lips pursed as he took out his phone, beginning to scroll through messages.

Thank god Neymar was being distracted. Ronaldo turned himself over so that his back faces Neymar as he stuck his hand in his pants trying to make some adjustments. He felt how hard he was, and how it aches so bad. It was throbbing at this point and he couldn't help himself. Ronaldo then began stroking himself slow..slow as he brushed his thumb against the tip. He sped up his pace so little that it doesn't seem like his arm is moving.

Neymar found it suspicious as low groans started coming from Ronaldo. The way he had his back faced towards him confirmed it. Speaking in broken English—"What are you doing?" Neymar's voice soft yet high with suspicion. His voice was so raspy yet attractive, Ronaldo didn't even notice Neymar calling him.

He quickly took his hand out, wiping it on his sweater as he turned his head slightly towards Neymar's direction.

"Nothing that'll intrigue you..why do you ask?" Ronaldo's voice sounded expensive like that of a rich man. In which he was—but..it had some monotone to it.

This shocked Neymar as Ronaldo seemed to be better at speaking English than him. And with that, he stammered over his words.

"Hha..haha..I—well..you—I was just—oh..I—I meant—" Neymar stuttered so badly he let out a long sigh, eventually making his way over to Ronaldo to where he placed a hand on his shoulder—harshly, sounding like a slap—but Ronaldo was too quick.