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Neymar wanted to cry.
His breakup with Leo was... ugly to say the least... they had an argument that he doesn't even remember why it started, all he remembers is that it ended with a slap across his face and a broken heart.
But he couldn't think about that now, not when the team needs him, now that they're facing Atlético Madrid.
He was walking down the tunnel, fighting the urge to flinch as he feels Leo's eyes burning holes at him.
God, what did he do to deserve this?
He feels like he's about to cry, until he feels a arm hand around his shoulder, looking up he sees the french foward, Antoine Griezmann, he recalled.
"Uhm... Hey?" Neymar spoke, sounding a bit shy. He wanted to dig a hole and never come out from embarassment.
"Are you okay, Neymar?" The frenchman asks, his tone soft and warm, it made Neymar's heart flutter.
Neymar stutters a bit with his words, before regaining his composure and offering him a polite smile.
"Yeah, why do you ask?"
"I don't know, you just looked... miserable." Griezmann looked at with worry in his eyes, which made Neymar question: We're opponents, why do you even care?
"Oh... well, it's nothing, really." He tries to reassure but freezes when Griezmann looked at him warmly, he felt as if the air was sucked out of his lungs.
"Hey, maybe... once the match is over. what do you think about grabbing a beer with me?"
A beer? that was exactly what he needed. to drink away his sorrows, to try and forget Lionel Messi, even if he knew he wouldn't.
"Sure, why not?"
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The match ended 2-1 in Barca's favor, with goals from Messi & Neymar for Barca and Griezmann for Atlético, ironic isn't it?
And much to Neymar's surprise Griezmann actually comes running up to him, congratulating him.
"Great match today, Ney." He speaks, not sounding angry or sad at all for the loss, which makes Neymar blink in confusion, both from it and the fact he called him Ney, a nickname Leo gave to him, but he can't find it in himself to hate it, quite the opposite actually, he likes it... and he doesn't know why, it just... makes his stomach flutter in some way.
"Thanks. you also played really well today." Neymar gives him a genuine smile, feeling butterflies in his stomach, making him slightly uneasy, he only felt like that for Leo, so why is he feeling like this right now?
"Wanna trade shirts? i think you'd look great in mine" The frenchman suddenly asks, flashing him a charming smile and snapping the Brazilian out of his thoughts, and making him blush.
"S-sure... you'd probably look good on mine too..." He blurts out, smiling sheepishily at him. not noticing a certain Argetinian witnessing the entire conversation between the two with burning jealousy.
They trade shirts, and just as Neymar expected Griezmann looked divine on his jersey, the same could be said about himself, the Atlético jersey hugging his skinny frame almost perfect if not a teeny tiny bit oversized, but nothing noticeable.
Griezmann's teammates were cheering on them. he even managed to become friends with some of them, specially a certain spanish guy called Koke, he seemed like a good guy and had a humour similar to that of Piqué's.
He then felt someone's hand around his waist, looking to see it was Griezmann's.
"So... still up for that beer?" The frenchaman asks, his cheeks tinted with a light shade of pink, seeming a little shy.
"Yeah, is 8PM fine?"
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"Uhm, do you think this one's fine?" Neymar asked as he put on a three piece suit, looking stunning.
"You're going to a bar, for god's sake..." A voice from the phone answered, its tone making it seem like the person behind it was tired.
"Ah... i guess you're right." The Barcelona foward says, rubbing his nape sheepishily.
"What would i do without you, Thiago?" He teases, grinning cheekily at his phone.
"I don't know, maybe you would've probably had already burnt your entire house down had i not teached you how to properly cook." The older brazilian answers playfully, chuckling a bit at his younger compatriot.
"Wow, do you really have such little faith on me?" Neymar whines, feigning he was offended, putting his hand on his forehead dramatically.
He chuckles a bit at Neymar's antics, before turning to a more serious expression.
"Ney, are you sure you want to go out with this Griezmann guy?" he asks genuinely, not judging him or anything, just brother-like concern.
"Go out? we're just going to the bar and drink some beer..." Neymar chuckles, looking at his friend in disbelief.
"Well... you do know what happened last time you ended up drinking yourself silly..." Thiago's tone drops as Neymar frowns. remembering a certain incident that thankfully didn't scar their friendship in the long run.
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It was a cold winter night in Paris, Neymar had went to visit Thiago there, his friend, captain and mentor.
The two of them went to a bar, Thiago reserving a VIP section for them, with a room and everything. they already had some drinks, lots of drinks. And now they were both drunk silly, more like Neymar was drunk silly, Thiago only felt tipsy.
"Hey... Thiago?" The younger brazilian says, his face flushed from the alcohol.
"Hm? what is it, Ney?" The older one asks, chugging down another bottle of vodka.
"You look really hot." A drunk Neymar suddenly blurts out, moving closer to Thiago, who was sitting in the middle of the room.
Thiago can't hold himself and bursts out laughing, wheezing even. "Where did this came from?" He asks, trying to stop laughing.
"I don't know, you're just so... tall and strong... and big too." Neymar says, scooting closer and moving his hand to Thiago's crotch.
Thiago hisses, the sensation of Neymar's hand on his cock, even while clothed was so... good...
"N-ney, kiddo, you should stop that..." Thiago manages to say, knowing this is wrong, Neymar is 7 years younger than him for god's sake!
"I'm not a kid anymore... i'm 20 years old already!" Neymar pouts, not liking being called a kid, it made him angry, he was 20 years old already! yet everyone still treated him as if he was 5.
"I know, but-" Thiago is interrupted by Neymar unbuckling his belt, he wanted to stop him, but it felt way too good... so he let him continue, the alcohol now taking over his brain.
"Let me suck you off." He deadpans, looking at Thiago expectantly, and he couldn't deny him... Neymar was looking at him with such puppy eyes...
this is so unfair he thought as he moved to sit on bed.
"Come here. and drop to your knees." Thiago orders, and Neymar obeys almost immeadiately, kneeling in front of Thiago, who would be lying if he said it wasn't the most arousing sight he ever saw.
"Tell me, have you ever done this before?" The older man asks, even when his brain is clouded due to alcohol, he still cares for Neymar.
The younger one shakes his head as in no, looking at him with a beaming smile.
He looks so happy like this... Thiago thinks, looking at him fondly.
"Alright, then just do as i say, i'll guide you through it. first stay still, let me remove my boxers myself." He orders, Neymar doing as said and watching as Thiago stripped in front of him, his cock springing free from its confines.
"Now, suck on it, just the tip for now." The older man watches intently as the Ney started doing as asked, sucking on the thick head of his cock.
"Like this?" The younger one asked, his tone filled with innocence, and something else... desire? lust, maybe?
"Yes, exactly like this..." Thiago coos, as Neymar started swirling his tongue around the tip.
"Fuck! you're doing so good Ney... you can go lower."
The younger Brazilian looked happy and excited as he began sucking lower, only managing to fit a bit less than average before his gag reflex kicked in.
"T-thiago... i can't go deeper than this." Thiago heard him say, smiling affectionatively at the younger boy.
"It's okay, it's enough already. now bop your head up and down, like this." Thiago makes movementss with his hand, gesturing for Neymar to mimic them.
Neymar repeats the obscene movements made by Thiago, gagging some times, but still not giving up, specially not when Thiago is praising him like this.
Neymar likes praises, he loves being praised.
And that fuels him to continue further, sucking on the older man's cock eagerly as if it were a piece of candy.
"Fuck! Neymar, i'm close..." Thiago suddenly starts thrusting on his mouth, fucking his face, which almost makes Neymar choke and gag in surprise, but he likes the sensation... no, he loves it.
"I-i'm gonna cum inside... swallow it all!" Thiago warns, and surely enough, he soon comes inside Neymar's mouth, the younger brazilian doing as said, and swallowing everything, feeling the salty taste of Thiago's seed linger on his tongue...
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"That was a one time thing! 3 years ago, and you already apologized multiple times!" Neymar argues, not really liking where this is going...
"Plus... it wasn't even that bad..."
"Neymar you were just a kid... and i took advantage of you." Thiago signs his tone guilty.
"And i was close to you, a friend of yours, so imagine what a stranger would do? I just... i just don't want you getting hurt, Ney... so please... be careful, and don't let him do anything to you without your consent, because if you do want it, go for it."
Neymar is shocked, but happy nonetheless, his friend was worried about him, but even then, he still remained supportive, and allowed Ney to make his own choices.
"Thanks Thiago, you're really like the brother i never had..."
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Neymar would be lying if he said he wasn't scared. he was already at the bar, and Griezmann was laughing next to him with a bottle of whisky in his hand, the situation was all too familiar to him.
A Private VIP room with a bed in case they were to crash out there...
It felt like Paris, 3 years ago, all over again.
But he doesn't hate it, he is older and more mature now, and Griezmann is only one year older than him! so it makes things less awkard.
"Thinking about something, Neyney?" The frenchman asks, he already had 3 shots of whisky yet he's still sober.
He really knows how to handle his liquor, huh? that's hot. Neymar thinks.
"Yeah, it's nothing major, don't worry Anto." He offers the older man a warm, reassuring smile.
"If you say so..." He trails off, looking at Neymar with his cheeks flushed, which the latter can't tell if it's the alcohol or something else.
"Hey, Ney. do you know why i brought you here?" He suddenly asks, catching the Brazilian by surprise.
"No?" Neymar looks at him puzzled, while Griezmann chuckled.
"I've always found you quite cute, so i wanted to try and make on you, and i heard you liked alcohol, so..."
Neymar freezes, not knowing what to say, Griezmann, ever the observant one, notices it and looks at the brazilian with concern.
"Are you okay? i'm sorry if i freaked you out... i understand if y-"
The frenchman is cut off by Neymar kissing his lips, to which he quickly responds, grabbing the younger one's waist gently.
"No, i want this, i... i want to try things with you, Anto." He says, looking at Antoine with passion with his eyes.
The moment Griezmann looked concerned, the moment he gave him the chance to say no, that was when Neymar knew he had to atleast try, maybe this could actually work out. differently from his relationship with Leo.
"Ney... i- i want to make love to you, is that fine for you?" The frenchman asks gently, full of tenderness and warmth.
That was it. he actually asked for his consent. he really was different from Leo who took him for granted and made him feel cheap.
"Yes, i'm fine with it." He smiles as Griezmann lifts him up, placing him gently on the bed, and crawling on top of him right after.
Griezmann starts off with some pecks and kisses around the brazilian's neck, making sure to be gentle enough not to leave a mark, so his teammates wouldn't question him of any hickeys.
how thoughtful, Neymar thought. Le- no. Messi, never cared about that, almost as if he wanted to humiliate Neymar. just remembering him made Neymar sick.
But Griezmann noticed that, placing a chaste kiss of Neymar's mouth, looking at him tenderly.
"Ney, I don't know what you're thinking about, but you look sad, whatever it is that happened, don't worry, i'll make you forget all that tonight."
The frenchman smiled warmly, and Neymar wanted to cry, he was so kind, too kind.
What did he do to deserve him?
Antoine proceeded to undress Neymar, looking at him softly as he took in the sight of Neymar's naked body.
"God, you're perfect... so pretty, all these tattoos on your tanned skin... it's driving me crazy..." The french starts kissing Neymar's body from his forehead all the way to his feet, even teasing the are around his crotch, kissing the inner part of his thigh
"A-anto... you're still clothed..." Neymar protested, his face flushed as Antoine looked at him, chuckling.
"Do you want me to undress, Mon chéri?" He asked flirtatiously.
Neymar didn't understand what did he meant by mount cherry, but he sounded flirtatious so it probably was some frnech pet name or something.
"Yes, por favor, sim." He spoke in portuguese, deciding that this was a gmae for two.
Griezmann chuckled lowly as he undressed. now naked in front of Neymar, the younger man gasped as he saw Antoine's cock, hard and throbbing in antecipation.
"Holy shit! you're huge!" Neymar was baffled to say the least, while Antoine only laughed amusedly.
"Yeah, i know. is... is it too big for you?" Antoine starts, his tone fading into a more concerned one at the end.
"No, i can take it." Neymar smirks, spreading his legs and exposing himself to Antoine.
"So, what are you waiting for?" Neymar teases, now feeling safe he becomes his usual playful self.
Griezman smirks as he reaches for his pants that were scattered on the floor, grabbing a bottle of lube from his pocket.
"So you really planned this all along, huh?" Neymar teases, his tone playful as he chuckled.
"What can i say? you're just too hot for your own good." Griezmann chuckles as well, pouring a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, before inserting one inside Neymar.
The brazilian moaned, feeling the sudden intrusion. "Ah! caralho~" He cursed in his mother language as Antoine started to move inside him, making sure to prep him nicely.
"Fuck, your ass is so fucking tight!" The older man says, adding another finger and making scissor movements as ]neymar moaned his name.
He soon adds a third finger. Neymar lost in pleasure as he finds his sweet spot, hitting it over and over again.
"Porra! Antoine... just... put your dick inside already..." Neymar asks hungrily, growing impatient by the minute.
"Sh... i'm going in already, mon beau." Antoine lined up his cock at Neymar's entrance waiting for him the comfirmation nod.
The brazilian gives him the sign shortly after, and Anto starts going in, stretching the tight ring of the muscle as he slowly bottomned out, giving Neymar time to adjust to the overwhelming sensation of being filled to brim.
"Jesus! you're so fucking... big..." Neymar whines, slowly but surely getting adjusted to the sensation.
He gives Antoine the signal to start moving, so he does, thrusting at him slowly and gently, praising him.
"You're doing so good mon amour."
Neymar felt himself go oh.
oh.
i like this.
Antoine picks up the pace, settling for a steady one, despite Neymars complaints and requests for a rougher and faster pace.
"This pace is just fine, i don't wanna hurt you, Ney."
"But i'm telling you, Anto! i can take it, really!"
Neymar insisted but Antoine didn't budge, so he eventually gave up, feeling himself nearing climax.
"A-anto... i'm close." He moans, and Anto leans in to place a chaste kiss on his mouth.
"Me too, Mon chéri, me too." Antoine coos, continuing his thrusts as he brought you two closer to climax.
"Fuck! Anto!~" Neymar comes first, spilling himself on Anto's abs.
Anto comes second, letting out a groan as he spilled himself inside Neymar, filling him with hot white liquid.
...
"That was incredible, Anto." Neymar says, smiling at him as he panted heavily from exhaustion.
"Ney?" Antoine speaks, his tone fond as he calls for Ney.
"Hm?" Said man looks at him, his gaze curious and expectant.
"I love you."
...
"Me too."