Cristiano Ronaldo x Lionel Messi

What is this feeling ?

*Includes smut*

Cristiano: Top

Lionel: Bottom

Cristiano's POV

I was standing in the tunnel with my teammates waiting to be called to walk out onto the field. Ramos was in front of me doing his stretches and warm-ups. We were now walking up onto the firm grass brushing against my cleats since I was slightly dragging my feet across the ground. The Real Madrid fans started chanting each of our names one by one. Until it got to mine, the voices became louder roaring like lions, "Cristiano Ronaldo SIUU". I waved both of my hands in the air appreciating them.

Not far across in the distance I could see the Barcelona team ahead of me, my eyes locked onto the Argentinian. Lionel Messi. I felt a strange feeling in my stomach, I'm guessing this is what you call butterflies. Ramos noticed me staring at the young short man but I couldn't help it. He shoved his elbow hitting me the in side of my stomach. 

I let out a little whine with an scrunched up expression on my face. Looking at him confused and annoyed. "What was that for ?" I asked, "You were too busy glaring at your little boyfriend" he said sarcastically while rolling his eyes. My eyes widened at what he said, I blushed slightly. "What do you mean "boyfriend"? he's like my friend. "Chill chill, I was just teasing you because you kept staring at him and you wouldn't look away until I spoke to you." He said. " Haha, real mature." I said in sarcasm. 

(Time skip to where the first half already finished because I'm lazy asf, sorry !)

The score is RM-3 and BAR-1, we're ahead of them by 2 goals. I felt so happy that we were about to win this match, but for some reason I felt bad for Messi. I looked over my shoulder to see where he was and I saw him walking with Neymar. The expression he had on his face was upset. His whole face was covered in red and sweat dripping down from his forehead right down to his neck. Not gonna lie, he looked really hot. What was I thinking ?! I cant be having these kind of thoughts of him, its wrong. I thought to myself. 

Again, I got too distracted daydreaming about Messi that Dani Alves sprinted right pass me with the ball, and he scored a goal, making it 2-3. This has been happening quite a few times during this match, Marcelo was also confused why I was like this. Especially the fans. Messi also noticed that I haven't been playing well, he hasn't seen me like this for a while.

 I had a quick glimpse at him and he spotted me eyeing him. I quickly looked away for a few seconds, then I looked back finding him still staring at me. His eyes softened and gave me a warm smile. I smiled back at him then turned away with my face completely flushed in pink, covering my mouth with my hand like girls fangirling. I shook my head and brushed all those feelings aside and started concentrating on the game. Neymar started dribbling with the ball running towards me. I blocked him and took the ball of him, I started dribbling with the ball showing off my step overs. I got pass Pique and Iniesta, and I got into an perfect angle to shoot.

 I swung my right leg back and struck the ball right into the goal. I ran off to the side doing my celebration while Ramos and James jumping onto my back. And that was game. Messi caught my attention straight away in the corner of my eye. He had his head down, hands on his hips, shaking his head while biting down on his lower lip. I wanted to comfort him but Neymar was already there comforting him. Of course he was there. He was always with him.. Now that I think about it, I was starting to hate the fact seeing Neymar with him. Every. Time. But I tried not to show it.