I turned left into the training centre, driving my matte grey Range Rover. I parked the car and grabbed my gym bag from the boot. It was the first training day of the season, I was excited to be back with the boys for the first time in forever! I went into the training room and took off my Air Max shoes in favour of my Mercucials. Sergio and Iker walked into the locker room together as per usual and I caught up with them, asking them about how their family was doing and how their summer was with the Spanish national team at the recent World Cup that Germany won. They looked so happy together and I was happy for them! Just as they described their bitter defeat, James and Benzema walked into the room, I felt a surge of love run through my body. Benzema was wearing Louis Vuitton, flashy gold headphones, and a plain black hat. His stylish look failed to take my attention away from James, the golden boy from Colombia, the golden boy who couldn't win the World Cup, yet already won my heart. My heart was racing. I fixed my earrings and hair as he walked over.
"Cristiano!", he called as he speedwalked to give me a hug.
I embraced him and his head fell on my clean shaven chest. His soft hair felt nice on my olive skin. He smiled as he hugged me, we were away from each other for so long and this is what we had longed for all summer. He'd surely smell of my brand of perfume. I cupped his bottom with one hand for just a short while and he smiled as I did it. This was where we belonged.
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Crismes Forever
RomanceA love story between the greatest footballer ever, Cristiano Ronaldo, and the dapper James Rodriguez of Colombia. Both men struggle to keep their relationship and sexuality under wraps as they are both stars in the world's largest sport and are alwa...
