*totally did not get inspired to write a whole oneshot by this moment alone*
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The lockers room was finally empty.
Paulo had managed to put on a smile, even crack a few jokes with the others before they left, but now that he was finally alone he didn't have to keep the mask on. He didn't even bother to get changed and showered, like he'd usually do straight after a game..
He didn't look for Cris, either -which was something else he'd usually do straight after a game- in case the older hadn't found him first, to let him know 'there's no one else here' in a tone that only the two of them understood what entailed.
'Cristiano makes everything that's so difficult actually seem easy..' He had told the press who naturally assumed he was talking football. They always did, and that was good. No one precisely needed to know just how different, how easy the Portuguese had made his life ever since he's been in it.
Except on that day, even Cristiano couldn't seem to lift up his spirit.
They've had an incredible game, rocking the opponent's net with 3 goals to null. None of the goals was scored -or even assisted- by him, though. And the boy who'd usually be over the moon for a team win -despite his individual performance- found himself unable to feel that happiness within him, this time.
And he hated himself a little bit for it.
~ '"¿ Estás bien?" Cristiano had whispered in his ear during the group hug celebrating the third goal, which was a penalty scored by the Portuguese. Not forcing on a smile or even looking at the older's face (which was something he would not dare to do in different circumstances), Paulo gave him a dismissive nod then turned around to walk away before he felt Cris' hand tightly gripping on his hair, tilting his head and pulling him backwards -with a bit of violence- against the older's body.. The roughness was nothing new to Paulo, nor was the possessiveness that the older liked to display at times, Paulo had gotten used to it all during the intimacy of his and Cris' private times together.. ..Except right then and there was the exact opposite of privacy, yet that side of Cris rose to the surface. And Paulo found himself blushing like a virgin as his back slammed against Cris' chest, as the older breathed a low 'you sure about that?' in his ear that sent shivers down his spine, yet he miraculously managed to pull himself together. -"Y-yes.. I told you I am, Cris." he looked into the other's eyes that were still studying his face, disbelievingly. - 'Is this about the penalty?' Cris followed him after he had walked ahead, grabbing him by the arm now, pulling him closer. - 'Wh- no... I didn't want to shoot it anyway. It was yours.' he was not lying there, except for when he added a conclusive: 'I'm really fine, Cris.' He could feel everyone's eyes on them, feeding off the visible tension, and so he reached out his hand for the other to hold, which he did instantly as he got the memo. ~
Paulo didn't realize he was still sat in the lockers room in the same position, holding his face in his hands, gazing down emptily at the floor until a familiar voice snapped him out of his daze..
