- "You sure you're fine alone in the condo, son?"
- "Mami, this is the fourth time you've asked..stop worrying okay? I'm fine." Neymar sighs, his mother looking at him with eyes of worry.
It's been a few years since his departure, and they've barely caught a glance of each other ever since. Neymar moved out, saying he can't 'handle things' anymore, and doesn't want to bother annoying his parents by it, despite his parents begging him to stay.
Neymar has grown alot ever since, well only in age. At 19, he's been the same. He still remembers the final few seconds with Lionel, before he grasped Neymar into a sorrowful kiss, running off immediately after. It left Neymar sinking to the ground and sobbing, but nothing could be brought back, or changed.
He's been gloomy ever since. His parents didn't want to pressure him anyhow, and didn't see any reason why. Their son is excelling as always, but his gestures is what surprises them. He pays them a visit, but it all seems like a good for nothing since he's the same.
His parents expect him to at least have a smile on, but that was 3 years back, unfortunately. And so today, as Neymar stops by to pay a weekly visit, his parents, mom in particular, racks him with the same statement.
She's a mom, and she knows what her son is going through, despite Neymar moving out. She knows that their bond is un-breakable, but it had to be done that day. She know everything all too well, which is why everything concerned her more.
- "I'm leaving then mami, thank you for the meal. Love you, take care." He places a kiss on her forehead, hugging his dad, then sprinting off with his book bag. The couple sigh, exchanging glances, eyes clouded with worry.
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Sleep, eat, study, sleep, repeat. What else am I supposed to do? Cry? Hah, jokes on you. I've been a loner, but what for? It's not like no one knows, everyone knows why, and still they manage to piss me off. Yes, when I say I'm fine ofcourse I'm not fine and I fucking know it because I'm not a self-delusional bastard who manages to posess the best of themself.
I feel damaged, and left un-treated. I've spent 3 years, 3 years with the same weight on my chest, the same agonizing pain. Nothing changed. All the sleepless nights, I picture that day. That day. Everything is still so vivid, and vile in my memory.
I used to break down to tears thinking about that day, those few split seconds we shared that kiss under the rain, but not anymore. Now I'm not in the body of a scrawny teenager anymore like I used to be. I've grown into a man, externally.
Internally, it's just me. My little teenage self crying his eyes out. There are times when I can't help but to really cry..it's really hard not to. Someone you've spent nearly your entire childhood years with, sharing the best moments with, falling in love, and at the end, all goes down the drain.
I've been treasuring the moments to this day, and seeing pictures of us makes me wanna cry because every time I see it I realize it's the bitter truth. No him, no us, and no me. I was living for him, and right now, there's no point of living. I see no us. No him. Nothing. Everything in complete ashes, complete ashes.
Despite of all the best grades and cheers, parental support, awesome friends...none managed to change me the slightest. I remained like I was; heartbroken. Even passing by that one, oh so familiar street, haunts me with his memories.
Why? Why was it me? Why was it us? Why was it him? I feel a sting to my eyes, letting the tears fall. Let my notes ruin..I don't care. Out of studying, I won't get him back. So what's the point?
- knock knock -
Who the fuck is here at 10? I rub my face, groaning and swinging the door open.
There's only one word I can say now, my whole world has turned upside down.
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Been waiting 26,000 hours, 1,576,800 minutes and 94,608,000 seconds for this day to come. My last few memories with him, were painful. Our last few seconds together was making me go senseless from the awfully numbing pain. My legs wanted to fixate in place, but before they could, I ran. I ran as far as I could, far from my happiness, making a fool out of myself. A huge fool indeed.
I've been waiting for this day, been waiting to be at his doorstep. I wonder how much he's changed, or remained the little and shy Neymar I was always familiar with. I'm sure he's not the same in personality anymore after my departure but...I hope I can change that today.
Should I knock? Twice? Or once? What if he doesn't here it properly or doesn't want to answer it? Maybe thrice then? Or keeo knocking until he eventually opens it? I'm being too hesitant.
I think I should just stand my ground and face him. I could've met him much earlier, but it would leave him devastated with each meet and break him constantly which I don't want, at all, and will never want. (Change of pov cuz I don't want dis anymore ^-^)
Lionel knocked on the door, hesitant of what would be set forth. A slap, or perhaps get the door shut on his face? Or the unexpected, a kiss? He expected the violence, mostly, and the kiss least-ly.
After years, he's back, without even letting Neymar know. Why? He wants to give him a surprise, like any other person. But their seperation was something impossible, yet had to be done. So this would surely be special for them, despite any violent act on Lionel for leaving.
Despite the odd timing, Neymar wipes his tears away and swings the door open, set aback by the Lionel at his doorstep. He blinked and rubbed his eyes a few times in order to see if he was hallucinating, but he wasn't.
It was Lionel standing there, not looking as young as he used to as a teenage boy. Now he's grown to a 23 year old man, enrolled into university.
Lionel prevented his body from surging forward and showering Neymar with all the love, affection, and kisses he had been lacking these years without Lionel. Lionel stood still, waiting to see how his beloved would react.
Neymar cupped his mouth, moving backwards, eyes red from the tears welling up. It's so sudden for the latter, he can't take it like a man at all. In the inside, he's still the little Neymar who cries for Lionel all day long.
He sobs into his hands, falling onto the ground as Lionel gasps and pushes the door close, tossing his bag away and pulling Neymar into his embrace.
Neymar regained the ability to feel loved from Lionel's warm of an embrace, and his hands tightly groping Neymar's skinny and small frame with love and care.
Neymar cried more, and more, onto Lionel's shoulder, hitting Lionel's chest with light cuffings. Lionel chuckled, trying not to cry either. He's got his Neymar back, and wishes to never have to do such thing ever again as long as he lives.
Neymar pulled back slightly, cupping his face and kissing his lips. The kiss was slow, lips in sync, warm and tender. Everything was back in place, like they longed it to be.
Lionel gently pulled back, making Neymar sit on his lap. He hugged Neymar's hips and pulled him closer to feel each other's warmth in serene silence. Neymar rubbed his tears away, a slight blush on his cheeks. Tears continued to stream, but in little batches. Lionel grinned and wiped them, happy to know that he's here to console him.
- "I'm back baby, you don't have to cry anymore...I'm sorry..." Neymar sniffled,mumbling an 'i missed you', nodding slowly. Lionel placed a soft peck on his lips, while Neymar slightly shuffled from time to time.
By the next few minutes, Lionel knew something was awfully wrong. Careful not to confuse Neymar, he took a quick glance at his pants and oh God. His face went hot from the tent that he noticed was forming not only his pants, but also Neymar's.
But Neymar wasn't giving any sort of gestures that he felt sexually active. Yet, Lionel felt happy that Neymar hadn't done anything with anyone ever since their last. The lack of physical touch and knowledge is probably why he isn't aware of it.
Lionel bites his lip and looks at Neymar, who is hugging his neck and shuffling again against his clothed hard on. He holds his moans back, since he doesn't want to force Neymar into this. He's just arrived, so he really wants to see what Neymar wants instead.
As he approaches Neymar, Lionel notices Neymar is staring down and blushing like mad. Thank god the situation took a good turn.
Neymar squirms slightly, trying not to make things awkward, thinking Lionel doesn't know.
- "Baby..you sure I don't know?" It seemed like Neymar was being read like an open book, and he was.
- "Uhm..." He bit his lip, hesitant. Such an easy turn on, thought Lionel, already starting to picture Neymar screaming his name under him.
Neymar felt a tug on his waist, his shaft rubbing against Lionel's. He gasped, inches away from Lionel's lips. The sexual tension was evenly distributed amongst the atmosphere, getting the two heated.
- "I'll stop whenever you ask me to, Ney." Neymar nodded, and the next thing he knows is he's under Lionel, raking his nails on Lionel's back, his hole getting abused.
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Hehe don't ask me for a pt.3 :) and a friendly request, get this to 6k by the end of February. Hopefully we reach our goal ^-^