At the end of the chapter messi wearing full black will be mentioned so picture the image above.
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Neymar doesn't understand how he's supposed to define his relationship with Messi. They're lovers, yet no one knows about it. Why? It's about Messi's reputation here; his status. As the sucessor of the company, he doesn't want to risk it to embarassing himself.
And neither does he want to bring up this topic, no matter how many times Neymar tries to slip it in. Messi keeps rubbing it in and Neymar hates that. Neymar wants everyone to know how much he loves the man, and would do anything for him. But it's not the same with Messi, and Messi has no better explanation for it either.
It's hard. They had only shared small, secretive kisses once in a while just when Messi would get a chance to call Neymar in his room. Either than that, nothing. They'd only able to talk to each other over the phone. Messi didn't bother to give Neymar his address either, only because of the status. Status.
Growing up in a poor family, Neymar tried not to believe the fact that the rich would do everything to save their high position to the eyes of others. But now, it felt even harder not to. Seeing it from his own questionable lover made it look un-acceptable. But he's just so in love with this man, so lost in him, he sees no path than him.
But sometimes, it bugs him too much, like today. It's making him cry. Making him feel like a downcast who Messi looks down upon and doesn't really love. Neymar's having a negative veiw on the situation, well, who wouldn't? Messi's putting his relationship on stakes for the sake of his publicly veiwed, family status.
Neymar silently hugs his knees and sobs, with no one to sit beside him and comfort him, or at least hear those cries that fell silent to Messi's ears. It pains Neymar more, to think how Messi never gave his address and prevented them from meeting just for the sake of..he didn't want to think about it.
Not for once. But he's forced to. Oh how desperate he's now to just be in someone's company. Just company. That's how desperate Messi's molded him into, no matter how much he disagrees to have done so. Messi's really failing to realize, how he's exchanging a diamond for a rock.
Messi loves to come across those beautiful, hazel eyes. Lashes fluttering as he blinks. His brown and golden curls. His bronze skin. His golden retriever persona, a very gullible one, yet of a sharp kind. In one word, perfection. Or that's what Messi interpreted all of those as.
With every day, his love grows for Neymar. Even Neymar himself knows that. Then, why doesn't he show the latter to the world? Why? It bugged Neymar so bad, he just couldn't find a sensible answer to convince himself that Messi is actually not using him. Today, nothing feels convincing at all.
Only the negative thoughts seem to engulfing him instead of the warmth of his lover. He sniffles and looks out of the window, watching the sun set. For now, this would be his only warmth, for Messi is far. Well, as long as he's near Neymar's heart.
His phone goes off all of a sudden, scaring Neymar. Neymar wipes his face, reading the caller ID. He smiles, his voice coming weak as he receives the call. There's an agitating pain that he loves to not numb, just for Messi.
- "Ney..?"
- "Hey.."
- "Ney did you ea-" Sniffles. Soft sniffles from the other line. Something Messi thought he'd never come across but he knew he'd have to, soon. Even he knew.
- "Baby..are you crying?"
- "N-No.." Neymar croaks, clearing his throat, trying his best to sound well and fine. But Messi could sense everything, magically. Just if Messi would understand a little bit more. A step away.
- "I'm coming over."
- "L-Le-" He hung up, to Neymar's disappointment. Not disappointment really, more like panic. He didn't want Messi to see him crying. What if Messi wasn't really playing around? What if Messi judgee him for being so weak and sensitive? Neymar wanted to hide away. Nothing felt right.
Neymar quickly washed his face with ice-cold water, thinking it would help. It slightly did, but Messi would surely see through it all.
And so the bell rang. Neymar silently opened the door, as Messi pushed through and closed the door quickly, shifting to Neymar. Neymar looked down nervously, as Messi scanned him, clearly concerned.
Messi didn't know what to do. Didn't understand what he's supposed to do. He'll loose the ability to give Neymar the best if his status is gone. Maybe Neymar might leave for that. And that's exactly where Messi is wrong.
Neymar would do anything. And Neymar was being legit when he said so. But Messi underestimated the young boy's love for him. But now, things seem more clear. And he doesn't fear loosing the fame anymore. Having Neymar by his side became his first priority.
- "Ney..why're you crying-"
- "Why..why do you not see?.."
- "Ney.."
- "Oh, so I was temporary? Is that it? I was your emotional support, is it?"
- "Ney-"
- "What have I done that's so embarassing which you cannot show to the world? Huh? If I have then just l-leave me the fuck a-alone! I can't stand you not telling me your address and bombarding our relationship with some stupid rules like not making obvious eye contact and all of such. You can just ask to if you wanna leave, then please do. I-I can't stand being a stranger for you M-Messi.."
- "Neymar." Neymar fell silent. He had said what he had to say. Messi sighed.
- "I did these for reason..try to understand.."
- "Oh yeah? That stupid status reason? Ofcourse it is that! What else could it be? I'm just a boy from a poor family who's being underestimated by a big- pocketed guy, nothing new.."
Messi groans and slams him to the wall, grasping his wrists tightly.
- "Why the fuck do you not see how much I love you? Huh? Why? WHY DO YOU PEOPLE LIKE MAKING ME THE VILLAIN IN EVERYTHING?" Messi screamed in anger, his eyes bloodshot. Neymar silently sobbed, not knowing what to say. Everything is in a mess.
- "I love you so much..I want to give you everything that you deserve..i've never wanted to make you cry..then why would you doubt me? Ney..i want to shower you with all the riches you deserve okay? I don't think you would want to stay with a broke guy with no identity..right?"
- "I-I'd stay with you no matter what L-Leo..even if you'd be b-broke..just p-please don't make it hard like this.."
Neymar said out of desperation. He really just wanted to live the moments of being happy for once in his life. He didn't want something stupid to overtake it, and Messi got the hint quickly.
Messi loosened his grip on the latter, lifting him up, carrying him to the room. He placed Neymar down on the bed gently, soon hovering over him, their eyes locked. A moment that Neymar wanted to live in forever, and ever.
Yet, Messi didn't feel sure of Neymar's decision. Messi felt like it would be wrong to treat such a deserved beauty with nothing.
- "You're sure, Ney?"
- "I've always been Leo..please.."
Messi could sense the desperation in his lover's voice. And it spoke more than anything. He understood, Neymar wanted nothing but him. Not the riches, not the status, nothing. Just Messi. It sent Messi to cloud nine, to think how desperate the Brazillian is being for him and only him, and no one else. Only him. Messi's possession. No one elses.
- "I'll fuck the living daylights out of you if you leave me, understand?"
Messi warned and attacked Neymar with kisses on the neck before he could reply. Neymar just nodded and grasped Messi's hair, shy to let the moans slip from his tongue. It had been a while since then and well, let's just say Neymar is one innocent petal who isn't used to such intimacy. But fortunately, Messi can make that an exception.
- "Mine," He pulled Neymar's shirt off raising his hands, continuing to kiss down his torso, stopping at his nipples, biting and sucking on them, as Neymar placed a hand on his mouth, face and body red.
Messi pulled his hands down and continued teasing, pulling on the now hardened bud with his teeth, forcing Neymar to moan loudly from the effect that Messi's leaving on him.
- "Ah..Messi~"
- "Fuck,"
By the next hour, the room is littered with clothes. The bed is shaking and creaking uncontrollably from Messi's hard and rough thrusts into Neymar. Messi's groans dwarfed by Neymar's loud moans, whimpers and cries from being hit right at the prostate.
- "Ah! Ah! Messiii~" Neymar whines pointlessly. Messi hearing his name in such a beautiful rythm makes him go mad. And that's what's been keeping him up 1:00 in the night, ruining the boy beneath him.
- "Fuck, feels so wrong to ruin an innocent petal like you baby,"
Neymar just blushes and moans louder, gripping the sheets tightly, exhausted.
- "I-I'm gonna come.."
- "Let's see how much you have left in you princess." Messi snickers as Neymar releases with a loud cry, Messi following suit, watching his cum trickle down his thigh only to stain the plain white sheets beneath. It couldn't satisfy him more.
He watched as Neymar's chest caved in and rose up again in quick motions, his body shining from the sweat. Yet, he smelled so sweet, despite how dirty he is now. His face explains how exhausted he is and he'll fall asleep any second now, and that satisfies Messi.
- "I love you baby.."
Messi says, cuddling Neymar, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.
- "I love you too Leo.."
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- "Can't wait to see that hunk of a boyfriend of yours that you always talk about,"
- "Shut up!"
- "Today imma see how hot he actually is- oh."
Rafaella's voice trails off as a Ferrari pulls up, the door opening, to reveal a pale skinned man wearing a full black suit with slicked hair, his cologne a very manly one. He adjusts his tie, glancing at his pocket and smiling widely, taking Rafaella's ans Neymar's breathe away as he fixes his bowtie.
- "Let's go Ney," Messi offers a hand, Neymar taking it with delight, winking at Rafa. She squeels as Neymar chuckles.
As Messi's about to open the car door, Rafa interrupts, with an expression of excitement. But Neymar felt a bad feeling on his stomach. Oh no.
- "Sir! Sir! He said you're a sex god,"
- "Is that so?" Messi smiles innocently, turning to Neymar who's sitting in the car. Neymar's mouth goes wide to say something but he falls silent, blushing harder.
- "Rafaella, the next week, he's not coming. Note it."
Rafaella fell into confusion for the first few seconds. But by the next minute, realization hit her and oh my god. She screamed at the top of her lungs, as Messi winked as a hint while driving away. Indeed, he'd proven that long back, judging by the frequency of Neymar's absence in attendance.
At the end of the day, Neymar is safe to say, Messi is the sex god he'll forever worship and love. And Messi is safe to say, he'll reward Neymar every time with something they both enjoy. Something only for them to know. Something of great specialty that only Neymar gets to have a taste of. Messi's specialty.
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