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💵 atrevido #2

Cristiano huffs. There's nothing to do. It's been about a month since he and Luis started dating, and Cristiano basically lives in his house at this point.

He tries to find something to entertain himself.

Netflix is out of the situation since he's watched everything good on it already. He doesn't wanna buy any more skimpy clothes because it's not fun when Luis isn't here to tell him off about wearing those clothes in public- and something about only him being the one who should see that. Masturbating... he's not that desperate. Yet. If Luis doesn't come back from Turin in 4 hours like he said, maybe he will be that desperate.

He feels lonely. He knows that Luis wants to leave to another club, due to Barcelona's financial issues and everything and his contract is about to end, but Cristiano legally can't leave until September.

So Luis will just... leave him.

Cristiano knows Juventus wants both him and Luis, which would be ideal since he's always been a Real Madrid fan and he hates the Barca fans, but since that would breach his contract, Juve is probably gonna make a move later on.

Juventus has been selling a lot of players just to pay his transfer fee, and apparently now they've reached a little over Luis's fee.

If Luis doesn't sign the contract renewal, Juve will have him for sure.

By the time they sign Cristiano, if they still even care in the future, Luis will probably have forgotten all about him, probably kissing up to some other hot twink in Turin.

Cristiano hisses at the thought. No way. He's worked too hard for this.

But he knows it's possible. And it hurts. Luis could easily be cheating on him right now. Cristiano squeezes himself at the thought.

He doesn't want to, but the stress is killing him.

He reaches for his phone and dials Luis, the Uruguayan picking up almost a whole minute later.

"Cris," Luis says gently. "How's it going? I'm at the airport right now, the flight's arriving in an hour due to the heat."

"...Fine." Cristiano says, his tone blander than he wanted it to be. "And you?"

"Oh, amazing. I got to apologize to Chiellini after, what, 10 years? I got a tour of the Allianz Stadium, it's quite elegant, much better funded than the Camp Nou," he says, chuckling.

"That's great," Cristiano says, doing a fake laugh. "Anything else you've been doing?"

"I rented a house. It's really nice," Luis says.

What? Oh my god, he was planning on leaving him, wasn't he? He was going to leave him alone in Barcelona, with no one here to comfort him, in this big, empty house. Tears well in Cristiano's eyes, but he steadies himself.

"Cristiano?" Luis says, concerned.

Luis notices that Cristiano's breathing has become a bit shaky in the call.

"Cristiano? Is everything okay? You sound-"

"I'm fine," Cristiano says quickly, sniffling. He's not gonna let himself cry, not until Luis gets home. "Everything's fine."

"Are you crying?" Luis's tone has gone softer, worry now clearly in his voice.

"No," Cristiano says, voice more steady than before. "I think your phone's glitching." He says, Luis buying the lie. "How's Turin in general?"

"It's beautiful," Luis says, the sounds of people chattering in the background of him speaking. "I think I might like it more than Barcelona, even."

That makes Cristiano's heart ache even more, if that's possible. He was seriously going to get left here, alone, so Luis could prance off to Italy, with a new house and probably a new boyfriend. At that thought, Cristiano wants to bawl.