Football One Shots

Ney-Leo-Cris

Edited

The idea of a dance class seemed to appeal to Neymar, seeing as he loved to dance whenever he got a chance, so when Leo asked, he gladly accepted. When he had accepted, he didn't know Leo had also invited Cristiano to the class. Arriving three days later at the class admittedly had Neymar excited. His feet were already moving to their own rhythm as he and Leo exited their car and made their way inside. The building was newly refurbished and the floors were waxed to perfection, making it easy for Neymar's feet to glide and move. The smile on his face couldn't possibly have grown any bigger! It was a shame that his smile was so easily ripped away from him at the sight of Cristiano embracing Leo with a friendly greeting. Neymar's smile made a home on Cristiano's lips now and Neymar wanted nothing more than to steal it back. His green orbs tracked Leo's every move and attempted to predict Cristiano's intentions. The floor seemed to keep him in place as his mind flowed wildly, Neymar desperate to catch at least one of his thoughts.
"Alrighty everyone! I'm Rosa and I'll be your dance instructor this afternoon. I see a few new faces, so let me be the first to welcome all you newcomers to Studio 11. I hope you find these classes knowledgeable and enjoyable! So, why don't we get started! Today we'll be learning the basics of the Salsa! Everyone grab a partner please." She smiled and waited for everyone to join their partners.
Neymar turned to move towards Leo, only to find his hands in Cristiano's and his face bright and glowing with happiness.
Neymar's breath became trapped in his throat as he watched the two men hold each other, waiting for their next instructions; not even sparing Neymar a look.
"Excuse me sir. Do you not have a partner?" The instructor approached him with a kind smile.
Neymar simply shook his head and looked back longingly at Leo.
"Could you just have a seat right along the back and we can have you switch with someone every few minutes ok?" Neymar nodded and moved through the groups of people all the way to a bench in a back corner.
After 20 minutes of the class continuing without including him and Leo not sparing him a glance, Neymar felt a burning sensation in his eyes. Leo's smile could stop the world and Neymar loved it, but he didn't like that it was directed at Cristiano instead of him.
Rosa continued to instruct the dance class as the minutes ticked by until Neymar had enough and decided to leave. The door jingled as he left the building and didn't look back.
Leo had the car keys in his pocket so he had to walk. Their house was a good 30 minute drive so the walk was going to be a long one, but Neymar knew that's what he needed.
Neymar had entered the shady part of town, that was mostly dead, very few cars passing him. It wasn't until a beat up car pulled over just ahead of him that Neymar began to grow scared. He'd stopped completely as soon as the brake lights had come on. The passenger door opened to reveal a larger man wearing a beer stained white tank top and old jeans as well as hole covered boots. His brown beard was untrimmed and his head was slightly balding.
"What's a pretty boy like you doing in these parts? It's not safe you know. Especially with someone who looks like they have a good bit of money." The man's disgusting eyes looked Neymar up and down and his tongue shot out across his lips.
Neymar found his feet frozen in place as the man advanced toward him at a steady pace. Each step making Neymar's bones even more chilled. The only thing he could think of was how much he wished Leo was here.
As the man invaded his personal space, Neymar's body seemed to finally choose a reaction, flight. He pivoted on his toes and made to quickly escape, but he had decided too late.
The man's calloused hand reached out and snatched Neymar's hood. Neymar internally yelled at himself for deciding to wear a damn hoody. The gravel greeted him not so kindly as he was yanked roughly backwards. A cry left his mouth as the man began to laugh under his beer laced breath. Shouts left Neymar's mouth frantically out of desperation, but no one came. Any car that passed acted as if a scrawny kid wasn't being man handled by a drunk and went on their way.
"Please leave me alone..." Neymar whispered in distress. A slap landed on his cheek and he cried out again.
Why did he have to be so stubborn and selfish? Why couldn't just have spoken up? Neymar damned himself.
The man's grubby hand picked Neymar up by his neck and squeezed him hard. Neymar hung in the air gasping to gain a breath. He received a blow to his stomach and was then thrown roughly back to the gravel. Just as the man delivered a kick to Neymar's stomach, two luxury cars came to a fast stop, tires squealing, and two pairs of footsteps ran towards them. The man looked up and began yelling slurred words but stopped as soon as Cristiano landed a punch on his mouth. Neymar cried out in joy as Leo's arms hauled him up and rushed him to his car. His vision had grown fuzzy and he could barely hear what Leo was saying.
"What?" Neymar asked as his eyes continued to droop.
Leo began to yell at him again but Neymar blacked out before he could make any of it out.