Fools. (Cressi/Lionaldo) (Cristiano Ronaldo/Lionel Messi)

Part Twenty Nine.

To: Leo

Are you still in the room??

To: Cristiano

Yes. 🥺 Where are you? ☹️💔

To: Leo

❤️ Im sorry I left this morning.. Ill be back soon. I needed to handle a little business..

To: Cristiano

Bring me a chocolate bar please 💕

To: Leo

Ok

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When Cristiano came back, Leo didn't even make a move to leave the bed. He was still curled up in the warmth of the blankets, fluffy pillows surrounding him forming a nest. Cris smiled and tossed the chocolate bar to him, Leo caught it and opened it. Eating it slowly, he watched as Cristiano slowly undressed out of his 'going out' clothes. He scooted over to the side as Cristiano slid into the bed, moving closer to Leo until they were both nestled under the sheets and comforters. Neither of them said anything, just enjoying the silence and peaceful warmth they provided for each other.

"Can I have a piece?" Cristiano whispered, Leo nodded and broke off a chunk, handing it to the other. He took a small hesitant bite and almost looked unsure if he'd eat it all. Leo snorted and shook his head.

"Just eat it, it's not going to hurt you."

"I haven't had any in a long time," Cris huffed, but smiled nonetheless and ate it. Leo ate his up and watched as Cristiano swallowed the chocolate down. He turned over on his side so they were face to face, Cris was looking down and Leo didn't want that, he wanted his attention.

"Look at me," Leo murmured softly, his fingers reaching up to stroke the smooth skin on Cris' cheek. Cristiano looked up slowly, the pain in his eyes still there, muted but there. Leo frowned and continued to softly stroke Cris' cheek with his thumb, gentle motions that had Cristiano fluttering his eyes closed. Leo slowly moved closer, the warmth radiating off of Cris was comforting in so many ways.

He was really close now, their noses touching. Leo had his eyes closed, just enjoying the moment. He wished for nothing more than to take the pain away that Cris was feeling, but he knew it was impossible. He couldn't ever take it away, but he could help him... Help him soothe that ache, his breath was shaky as he stopped stroking Cris' skin. The air in the room felt electrified, a silent tension built up. Something that felt like it couldn't be broken. It had his heart pounding hard, he swore he could feel Cris' as well. Both of them feeling the same way, perfectly in sync. 

"Leo?" Cristiano whispered, Leo could feel the warm breath fan across his lips, they were close enough that he could feel the soft puffs of air on his skin. Leo gulped and ignored everything, he didn't want to focus on anything or anyone else. There were problems that needed to be solved right now, situations that desperately needed their attention, but Leo pushed that all away. He didn't want to think about any of that, he didn't want to be logical. He didn't want to use his brain, didn't want to follow any of the rules or restrictions. He chose in that moment, at least for this one day, the only day he had left with Cristiano, to follow his heart.

"Le-" Cris' words got caught off as Leo leaned forward, pressing his lips softly against the others. Effectively cutting off anything that could come out of his mouth, Cristiano let out a quiet whimper, and for a split second Leo was going to pull away, thinking Cris didn't want this. But the way Cris' hands reached out, pulling him closer, told him otherwise. It was nice, it was what they needed after all this time.

Yet, in the vastness of Leo's mind, pushed away in the very back, there was that nagging guilt. That pain for Gio and Antonella in his mind, their faces in his head making him hate himself and Cris for this. It was like a minor ache in your body that you can ignore, but no matter how hard you do it, no matter how happy you are and how many times you laugh and smile, every once in a while, it stings. Sharp, unexpected, burning... 

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Hi, sorry for the late-ish update. x

I'm honestly super sad because PSG lost :(