Haven't met you yet

7. Messing around

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Messi's POV

Two weeks have passed since Davi left to Brazil, Neymar was broken. He just couldn't cope with it, of course we made plans for going to Brazil but the trip was arranged in another week because we had some games to attend to first.

I actually don't know what to do with him anymore, he's just drinking way too much for my liking, and I know for sure he had slept with some guys he met at some bars, and I am pretty sure he's doing some kind of drug. I tried and talked to him about it twice, but he refuses and spaces out a lot when we reach the subject. It's hard to judge something when you understand it. He has barely spoken to his son, though his goal scoring skills remain intact and all the guys in the team like him more and more. He's this outgoing, popular guy and most of the people tend to ignore the bags under his eyes and the smell of alcohol he has some mornings.

But I know, I know what he's going trough, he's suffering a lot and no one apart from me knows what is really going on, no one else can help, but... I don't even know how to help him. That's what I thought while resting on the couch the morning before the flight until he knocked the entrance door of my house. The elastic from his boxers showing because of the too low pants and sunglasses covering sleepy eyes.

There's a huge difference between showering your friend from childhood, and showering the guy you just met a month ago because he's hangover and has totally lost control of his life. That's a thing I learned while carrying Neymar from my living room to the guest bedroom's bathroom with his feet dragging across the floor, I opened the taps and helped him get rid of his clothes.

While I helped him I couldn't help but to notice his perfect body, I wanted him so bad it hurts to be doing this right now, I slipped my fingerprints under the cloth of his underwear and he didn't say a thing. He was too focused mumbling about the decorations of my bathtub and how my face changed with my stubble, while I stripped him off and saw the line of hairs that went past his belly button.

I'm not sure I should do this, I mean he's totally wasted and I know that if I kiss him he will join me and this will end in my bedroom. But oh god he needed a bath and he just couldn't move properly to do it himself. Hesitating at first I started to pull off his boxers.

"Hey, wait."

Ney looked down and put a hand on mine, stopping me.

"Can I, like, borrow one of your fancy panties? 'Cause, y'know"

''Sure you can, I'll bring it to you with some fresh clothes when we finish with your bath, Ney'' He looked at me with his goofy smile and got into the bathtub and let me wash his hair while he tried really hard not to fall asleep. He was giggling all the time and slowly started to take on a more serious look, until his arms replaced mine and finished himself.

I gave him some clean clothes for him to change and I was about to throw his to the laundry when he came running with just a towel hanging from his waist.

''Wait, there's something in the pocket'

He grabbed the pants and took out a little plastic bag.