Messi's P.O.V
Sometimes I hate being a Football player. I mean I don't want to practise every day, some days I just wanna sleep. Besides, things with Neymar were not alright and I really wasn't eager to see him.
So I drove to the beach that day, victim of nostalgic sunsets like the ones I watched in Rosario when I was a kid. I dug my feet in the sand and left after giving a couple of autographs; Camp Nou didn't seem like an option so I stayed there in front of my car, sitting down on the hot ground. I saw the shades of orange turn into red, and another car park far from mine. The owner got out. He was chewing gum and had big round head phones hanging around his neck.
That boy looked familiar to me, he took off his shirt and started jogging to the ocean. I stood up and walked towards the boy's car to take a closer look. I should have known it was Neymar's car. Was he avoiding me too? Should I leave? Maybe, just maybe I should talk to him and sort things out.
No, he was obviously avoiding me, he wouldn't be here If he wasn't; sure he wasn't avoiding Marc, those two seemed to get along well. Every time that I thought of them together my fists clenched at my sides. I couldn't stand it, I wanted Neymar for me and only me. As I got into my car and was about to drive off, I saw it. I saw his neck.
Neymar's P.O.V
I watched the bloody red shades of the sunset turn to cold and heard the wheels of a car fasten behind him, I didn't even bother to look back, I just needed the relaxation that the ocean gave me. I tried to clean my mind from any thought but Lio kept coming to my mind.
Messi's P.O.V
When I got to Camp Nou, everyone had already started to practise with a partner and Marc was the only one who was alone. We kicked some balls together.
''You know, I went out with Ney last night''
I felt blood running straight to my head and aimed for his face, failing to hit him and scoring instead.
''Wow, easy there Lio'' He grabbed another ball and played with it. ''Ney is a really good kisser''
''Was it you?'' I asked in disbelief.
''The one who left the hickey? Yeah It was me''
I was about to hit him again but Neymar was looking at us.
''Did you do something else to him?''
''What? Are you afraid I might have fucked him?'' He asked with a devilish grin playing on his lips.
''Did you Marc? Did you fuck him?'' I asked, this time stepping closer to him.
''Yes, I did fuck him. I fucked him all night longer. Are you jealous, Lio?''
He bursted in laughs and the coach came running towards us raising his hands in the air.
''Alright, time to change partners. Marc, can I talk to you for a second?'' he nodded smiling and went away; the bruise on his face adding a wicked expression to his face.
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I was in the shower for what seemed like years. I can't believe Neymar fucked Bartra. I-I thought he liked me, but it seems like he was just messing around.
I opened my locker room taking some clothes off. I was all alone. Did Neymar left with Bartra? The thought of them together made me sick. I suddenly felt the door burst open and Neymar walked in. He had a shin of sweat covering his forehead, obviously training hard for the upcoming match. He hadn't even showered and put a hand over my shoulder, huffing.
''Why won't you talk to me? I tried to call you but... I thought maybe you wouldn't answer.''
I stared at his hand. ''I'd appreciate it if you'd stopped touching me''
Neymar grabbed the sides of my face, sliding his thumbs through my cheekbones and violently showing my back against the cold metal of my locker door.
''Listen.''
''I don't wanna hear about how you two fucked!''
''I said you name.''
''And? Do you expect me to forgive you because you said my name while he was fucking you?''
He pressed his forehead with mine and closed his eyes.
''Lio, I didn't fuck him. We just kissed. Something else was about to happen but... but I said your name and he left.''
He opened his green gorgeous eyes and looked into mine.
''If I think about it now, I couldn't even get it on without thinking of you''
I felt his breathing on my cheek and we matched our lips together, the scent of his Axe blocking all of my senses. I fell hard, once again.
His hair got tangled in my fingers as my back touched the cold metal of the locker door. His jersey touched my bare skin and it was warm, wet with his sweat. He held onto my shoulders.
I couldn't get enough of him but this needed to stop.
I separated myself from him and looked at his beautiful green eyes. They were full of lust.
''This won't work Ney''
''Why are you saying that? I swear to God that what happened with Marc won't happen again'' True concern was plastered on his face.
''I don't think I'm ready for another relationship now''
He caressed my cheek with his hand looking at my lips.
''Shall we be friends then?''
''I think so...'' He looked me in the eyes again before turning around to grab his bag to take a shower. 'I'm not sure I can contain myself around you for much time''
Without another word he left.
Neymar's POV
I stood in the cold shower alone, steam going up and reaching the ceiling. Jets of water streamed down my navel and hit the ground as every second I realized that I didn't know how to take Leo's words.
He... I just wanted to be with him, and if I had to stop myself from touching him whenever we were together, the I'd do it. As long as I was able to watch his dimples when he smiled.
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