Mbappe 24, Messi 30. And we're keeping Messi's beardless look here from Barca, and Mbappe's hair dyed white as on the picture above. This might be weird for some, but whoever likes this ship, enjoy <3 (we're just gonna pretend kylian dyed his hair white after the WC again hehe)
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It felt so hard not to start crying about that one day all over again. Yeah, it's been a month since I saw him lifting the trophy right infront of my eyes as Macro blabbered some shit into my ear. I couldn't have cared less about him. I just watched Messi in all his glory, staring at the trophy, his eyes glistening in joy.
It made me glad that he found happiness in his long wanted achievement. It took him twenty years to get to this podium and get his hands on the trophy, all the way from Rosario, Argentina. He wasn't a little boy with dreams anymore, he's living it all now, to his fullest, whereas Kylian is not.
The previous World Cup he was, well. This year wouldn't be the same. He had to fight for his country against his idol, his crush. It felt so unreal to stand face to face to the man he just wanted to grab and hug right now.
Kylian could just imagine the tackles he'd have to give in order for Messi to crumple over and leave the pitch. But that couldn't be. He just stood across the field, watching Argentina hit the net perfectly with the ball twice in a row, not until France started taking over.
But all hell went loose during the pnalty shootout. Kylian knew they wouldn't be able to get it. Tears pricked at his eyes while he tried not to punch and kick his team-mates from missing. He was honestly left awe-struck by Emi's saves that night.
It was one very memorable night, for both. Exceptionally mixed for Kylian, while glory for Messi. Messi's at the peak of his career; at his glory. What's more he could want?
Kylian felt childish to sit with his back against the chair, his knees against his chest, his face burried between his knees. But what was more embarassing, is that it's in Messi's apartment. Kylian just couldn't contain it anymore after Messi started to bombard him with goals in their FIFA duel, which Kylian lost.
Messi tried holding his laughter. He felt bad to have to laugh at the younger for being such a baby, when Kylian had faced a huge loss exactly a few weeks back. Messi finally cackled, not being able to hold back. Kylian lifted his head, his eyes bloodshot, his jaw tightened from dejection. Ouch.
Messi laughed awkwardly, feeling inferior to the Frenchman sitting across him. Kylian's stare felt like a sword piercing right through him. The aura that the room was being polluted with felt like a thousand kilograms of something pressing down on Messi.
- "I hate you.." Kylian's eyes softened, his voice growing tiny and helpless. Messi smiled and walked over to the younger, standing by his shoulder, patting his head. Kylian pushed his hand off his head, pouting.
- "I don't like anyone touching my hair."
- "But it's me," Messi knew he was an exception for Kylian, and always will be, even though he just stole the world cup from him. It didn't matter. At the end of the day, they were still buddies.
- "Fine." Kylian groaned as Messi returned to gently brushing the base of his thumb over the little bristles of hairs Kylian possessed. It was cute how Kylian remained curled like a ball on a chair while Messi comforted him.
The silence in the room was comforting. Kylian didn't feel as crippled as he did a few minutes ago from loosing the duel. Messi noticed the slight glint that appeared in Kylian's beautiful mahogany orbs Messi would love to stare into for the rest of his life.
Kylian raised his head, turning his neck to face Messi. A slight tension started to grow in the air passing between their un-beatably affectionate stare. The clock seemed to not tick anymore. Only the fastening beat of their hearts brought the pink hue in their cheeks.
Kylian could remember the first time he'd come across Messi.
A gloomy day, the first day Messi arrived at PSG. Kylian wasn't yet familiar to a rival who'd play alongside him from today onwards. While he dribbled, he could see a short, white man with a clean shave from afar in a PSG jersey and tights.
He could only see his side profile, as the Argentine talked to Sergio. Kylian's legs seemed to instantly stop it's work and fixate into place. It was almost like he forgot to blink the instant his eyes fell on the Argentine. It wasn't before Messi looked at his direction and found a much taller, tanned Frenchman staring at him with his eyes slightly squinting.
Messi couldn't help but to smile as a red hue brushed over his cheek, as Sergio pushed him to go talk to Kylian. And that would be their first encounter. But it it would take months to notice the ignored differences that they shared which stood vague but went over-looked.
Their height, their skin tone, their ethnicity, their goals, their youth. Despite all the huge factors, they managed to fit into the space. The big cracks seemed to never exist.
Kylian came to adore how small Messi was, and how fun it was to take him around on piggy-back rides. But it's always different while playing. Messi"s much of a beast rather than a small Argentine while he dribbles past everyone swiftly, ending it perfectly in the back of the net.
Messi simply never disappoints, Kylian concluded. Messi has always been a guy who hates complexity, and the young frenchman is here for it all.
As Messi looks at Kylian from across the field, the default apple ringtone interrupts, and as they blink, they're back in Messi's room-- back to the present, from their wonderful day dream.
Messi groans and grabs his phone, as Kylian stands up and inches closer, Messi's back soon hitting the wall, Kylian's hands snaking around his waist and hips.
- "H-Hello?"
- "Ayee this is Neymar! Where you at?" Neymar's chimed from the other end of the call, as Messi gasped from his pants being un-zipped. He's stuck. He can't deny Kylian either, since he's on a call. Kylian's eyes seem to be in a slight hypnosis, his lips in a thin line, making his stare much more intimidating and superior to the trapped man between his arms.
- "M-Me? Ohhhhhh~ I-I'm at home!"
Messi tried to sound normal but their was no way he could from Kylian's rough hands wrapping around his shaft and jerking him off.
- "Hey Leo, you okay there?"
- "Y-Yeahh- Fuck! i am!" There was no way he could hide the fact he just cussed out of no where and his speech so slurred and high-pitched than usual. Kylian successfully made Messi cum within the next few minutes, leaving the elder panting, his chest rising and falling speedily.
- "Dude I think I gotta go, talk to ya later!" Neymar hung up, not giving Messi enough time to reply. Messi's hands collpased by his sides, his phone dropping to the floor. He was still in shock from the sudden intimacy that pushed through the silence. Was he dreaming?
- "tu veux l'emmener au lit?"
He whispered in his sexy voice, the french accent coming out thick, his hand finding it's way to Messi's ass, lifting him off the floor. Messi gasped and threw his hands around the latter's neck, trying not to shriek. This has to be a dream, he thought loudly, mumbling under his breathe quite in a bit of disbelief.
Messi simply didn't know how to reply. He didn't know French, not one word. He never bothered to learn it. He never thought of speaking to Kylian in French ever. But today and now might be an exception.
- "Huh..?"
- "Do you want to take it to the bed,?" Kylian couldn't help but to smile from Messi's confused look, as he looked away from Kylian. He couldn't find anything to reply with. His team-mate jerking him off already felt like a massive sin, well, he didn't know what fucking would leave him to.
- "S-Si.." His voice appeared small and shy. Kylian placed him on the bed, discarding his shirt and shorts off, climbing back onto the bed, pushing his knee between Messi's legs, rubbing his shaft on purpose, making the elder slightly moan and blush harder.
Kylian found it cute how Messi knew no French, and needed translation. And that's what made Messi special to his eyes. Made him a star amongst all the billion others that Kylian was able to differentiate, even the tiniest of details couldn't go un-noticed by the latter. He's just that obessive of Messi. Well, who isn't?
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I couldn't write much about them, forgive me for the shitass plot yk? I just couldn't think of writing a smut of them yeah? Forgive me for that. Next up, part two of 'After Dark'.