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💵 atrevido

Luis was walking onto the pitch calmly, before his manager ran over to him, telling him there was a new signing he had to meet. He was apparently 'amazing'.

Luis went over to where he was, and he was in the locker room, doing tricks, all sorts of skill moves, in front of the team. Luis raised an eyebrow.

Something else he noticed was that this new signing was... very attractive. Clearly he knew that. His clothes looked at least 2 sizes too small, and that was being generous. His shirt would lift everytime he moved upward slightly, and he couldn't help but notice his teammates staring.

When he finished, everyone applauded, including Luis as he sat next to Leo and Neymar.

They started talking to him, but he was busy listening to the signing's introduction.

"Hello. My name is Cristiano Ronaldo—" Of course. He knew he'd seen this kid somewhere. He was Sporting's starboy, their magnum opus. "I come from Portugal and I was recently transferred from Sporting Lisbon," he said, voice as sweet as honey. "I hope we can get along." He said, before sitting down right next to Luis.

Cristiano stared at him for a moment before going on his phone, seemingly tweeting out something.

"Luis!" Neymar snaps him out of his trance.

"Huh? What's up?" Luis says.

"You've been staring at that kid for a while now."

"You do know he's only 18, right?" Leo whispers.

Luis flushes slightly. He did not like Cristiano in that way—maybe a little—but he wouldn't do anything drastic to him. "You guys are crazy," Luis says, a little too out loud, because Cristiano creeped over his shoulder, staring at Leo and Neymar with doe eyes.

"The MSN..." he marvels. "You guys are so cool!" he says standing in front of them, admiring.

Luis couldn't help but notice he was only looking at Leo and Neymar. He groaned. Of course. Like every kid.

"Leo's won 8 Ballon d'Ors, Neymar's won 3, and Luis has won 5 as well! Wow..." Cristiano says, still staring at Neymar and Leo, only asking them questions.

"You do know I exist as well, right?" Luis says, a little harsher than intended, making the kid yelp.

"Woah. That's what you sound like in real life? I knew your voice was off..." He grabs Luis's face, examining him, moving his face from side to side. "I think you're my favorite." He says after a few minutes. He then grabs Luis's arm, running his smooth, slender fingers across his tattoos, reading each one out loud, admiring them before he turns to the other arm.

Luis can't help but feel turned on. The kid is bent over (literally), examining him. He feels a spark as Cristiano's eyes are on him, twitching in his pants.

Luis knew he was a bit of a pervert, but he didn't know he would get turned on by Cristiano just examining him. Plus, he was already 37, and this kid was only 18— basically a 20 year difference. "How do you score so many goals?" He asks, lingering specifically on a tattoo on his wrist. "...And who is Delfina?"

"Delfina is my daughter," he said, watching Cristiano's delicate fingers trace the letters of the name. "As for scoring goals... it's a mixture of skill and luck," he adds, biting his lip as Cristiano's fingers begin tracing his tattoos up further his forearm.

"So you're 37, huh?" Cristiano says suddenly, looking up at him with a grin. "Soon I'll be taking your place in the starting line up if you keep going like this," he says, cocky attitude on full display.

Leo and Neymar look a bit shocked, looking over at Luis.

The Uruguayan was rightfully pissed at that comment, but Cristiano's bluntness was also kind of hot, he had to admit.