December 17, 2007
It was the night of the FIFA world player award ceremony. Cristiano stood in front of his hotel room's mirror. With a slick hand he tied the black bow around his collar, giving himself a confident grin.
Surely he was not nervous at all. Despite being a youngster, he was aware of his potential. In Cris' head, the worst he could get was second place and even so, he wouldn't mind given that his one true opponent was the Brazilian midfielder, Kaká - a respected and skillful player.
The other one, however, not so much. A quiet, barely 5'7" tall guy from Argentina who was around his age. Cris didn't give him much thought, thinking he wasn't worth his time. The portuguese could hardly even remember his name.
Finally at the Zurich Opera house, Cristiano made his way inside, greeting teammates and managers. Once the athlete successfully passed the big crowd, he took a seat in the front row while letting out a sigh of relief.
"Oye.." A soft voice graced his ears, causing them to perk up. Cris' eyes turned to where it came from and he quickly spotted a small frame standing in front of him. "It's Leo.. um, we've played against each other."
"Oh?" The Portuguese's expression turned condescending as he smirked. "Right. Take a seat." He motioned to the side, seeming almost demanding while doing so.
The younger just nodded and sat down, pushing a few strands of his hair behind his ears. After Kaká joined them the ceremony began. Different montages of each of their greatest goals and assists that year were shown. While Cristiano's demeanour seemed rather calm on the outside, he felt himself getting a bit nervous now. An unfamiliar feeling of his.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the FIFA world player 2007 of this gala here in Zurich is... Kaká!" Sepp Blatter announced, earning rounds of applause as the Brazilian made his way on stage. Cris watched with a serious yet calm expression as his pulse started rising swiftly.
"Of course the other two are also winners - second place Lionel Messi and third place Cristiano Ronaldo.", the moderator said cheerfully, "Please join us on stage!" Hearing that, the Portuguese's blood was boiling. With narrowed eyes he went up the few steps.
He accepted the award, politely nodding. Leo did the same - only with genuine excitement in his eyes. The younger smiled proudly as he held the award up to his chest. Although Cris tried hard not to care, he couldm't help but glare at his opponent, feeling his chest tightening.
30 minutes after the ceremony, Cristiano stormed into the men's restroom, slamming the door shut. He had had enough of all the interviews and needed to blow off some steam. So he punched the wall, making his knuckles bleed while panting heavily. He felt so infuriated that he didn't even notice someone entering, a short man with brown eyes and hair.
Leo did not speak, he simply stared at the other in horror. His hands began shaking as he took a step back, accidentally bumping against a restroom stall's door. "I-"
"I'm not gonna hurt you." The Man U player said even though his narrowed eyes and clenched fists weren't quite as convincing. "A-are you okay?" It sounded like Leo's question came from worry instead of fear - his gaze softening. He even came a little closer to examine his rival's hands.
Cristiano groaned through gritted teeth as he pushed leo back against the stall, pinning him against it. "Who do you think you are?!" He practically yelled, causing the Argentinean's eyes to widen, letting out a shaking 'huh'.
"I'm Cristiano Ronaldo dos Santos Aveiro! Winger of Manchester United!" He shouted furiously as his eyebrows furrowed into a scowl, his chest heaving. Leo stared at him in shock although he found his composure soon enough, resting his hands on Cris'. Although he didn't speak, the action calmed the older who let him go afterwards. Turning his back to Leo, Cris scoffed. "You're not worth it." He uttered, more to himself than the other man.
"I admire you a lot." The Argentine murmured tenderly amidst the silence laying between them. Slowly, he approached Cris once he realized he wouldn't get a respomse from the older and put a hand on his back. His lips curled into a small smile. "I mean it."
Cristiano's gaze lingered on the mirror, on the reflection of both of them. He deliberatively bent his head back at his rival, mustering him for a moment. "Why? Why would you admire someone like me?" He interrogated, running a hand over his face in distress. There was a hint of despair in his tone. "I can't even make it to second place.."
Leo kept his smile. "Hey.." he muttered hushedly as he used his hands to lift the Portugueses gaze. "Prizes aren't everything. Not in football." He states in a reassuring manner, wiping his opponent's tears. "Your passion is remarkable. I'd give so much to have it.. even that stupid second place."
Cris narrowed his eyes, a whirlwind of disparate thoughts flooding his mind, only for them all to dissipate at the touch of Leo's lips.
The two men kissed as if it was nothing new to them. With Leo having his arms wrapped around Cris' neck and Cristiano resting his hands on Leo's waist, their tongues danced in a rythm of love, longing for more.
TW: NSFW
Which they would receive soon because not long after that, the two players booked a hotel room as near as possible. "That okay?" Cris whispered calmly between kisses and bites which he trailed up and down Leo's neck, earning a nod from the Argentinean.
Unexpectedly, Leo led the way, shedding his clothes first and baring himself to Cris. "It's alright. You can touch me," he murmured gently, lying beneath Cris's body. "I-I've never really.. done it with a guy." He stuttered out in reply. It was an unusual look for him, the nervousness.
The Barcelona player gave a little smile, gently guiding the older's hands over his body while whispering: "It's okay.. I'm yours." The Portuguese gulped and nodded as he gradualylly cupped and squeezed Leo's ass. "Smooth." He uttered underneath his breath as he used his finger to trace circles around his hole, eventually digging into it.
"Mh!" Leo bit his lip, trying to suppress a moan. It made Cris grin, regaining his playful self. "I like that sound." He said swiftly before reaching into his pocket and taking out a condom. The Argentinean watched him intently and chuckled, spreading his legs: "Guess you always have those with you, huh?"
"You never know." Cris spoke huskily as he wrapped the latex around his erection and added some lube to it aswell. Adjusting his position, he slowly leaned down to rub the tip against Leo's hole before finally pushing inside steadily.
The younger's cheeks reddened as he felt himself being stretched out and he moaned out needily. "Ah, fuck.. it's big." Hearing that, Cris' movements became more confident and he pounded him harder against the mattress.
NSFW ends here
As they neared their mutual climax, Cris collapsed onto Leo, enveloping him in a tight embrace. Their heavy panting filled the air after their intense lovemaking. Leo attempted to speak, but Cristiano silenced him by pulling him close and gently stroking his hair. "Shh," he whispered soothingly.
"Let me take care of you, please?" The older asked as he planted gentle kisses onto Leo's forehead to which the Barcelona player responded with a chuckle, melting into his touch: "Of course."
