The years I played football at Real Madrid

Cyril grabbed my wrist and lay on his back on the bed, half naked, panting slightly, with a bit of sex appeal unique to men in their twenties.His eyes were very seductive, half complaining and half teasing, "It's fine if you hit me, don't hit me in the face, how do you let me go out to meet people? There is still a competition."

"You made my neck like this, how can I see people?" I said, "I didn't want to hit you in the face, come on, let me pinch it."

Cyril looked at me with a smile, let go of his hand, and I reached out and pinched his cheek.

He is a very handsome young man, with a high nose bridge, full forehead, and three-dimensional hard features. Judging from his poor golf skills, he has more fans than me, so you know how good-looking he is.The flesh on his face is a little soft, and there is still a little skin when pinched, but there is very little flesh. I think his face will be prone to wrinkles in the future, and he will look very old.I squeezed it a little harder, and he hissed, but didn't say anything.

In the early morning, the sun outside has just risen, there is a little light, and there is a little mist.

He wanted to act like a baby, and stretched out his arm to hug me, but I stopped his hand.

Cyril looked up at me, as if he wanted to test whether I was determined to refuse, and then he found that I was not strictly guarding, smiled, and stretched out his hand to hug me.He put his chin on my lap, "James, I feel so happy right now."

"Fool." I couldn't help laughing.

In fact, I am not just any teammate who can sleep next to me in my bed. First of all, my team status is high, no matter whether it is in the club or the national team, no one dares to say in front of me that he wants to sleep next to me. A few; secondly, I am very guarded, there are many friends who can joke with me, but few I really believe; thirdly, this kid Cyril is really shameless.

At this moment, I was thinking, when I woke up in the morning, it wasn’t that the cold room was silent, but that there was a person talking and joking with you on the bed, and it was warm when hugged together, as if I was no longer alone. This feeling is really good, it makes me a little bit reluctant.

I didn't push Cyril away.

Cyril hugged my waist, and after about 2 minutes, he suddenly raised his head and asked me, "James, can I kiss you?"

I scratched his hair, and the threat was self-evident, "I won't hit you for a while, but you can't go too far, right?"

"But I want to kiss you." Cyril bit his lip and looked at me eagerly.

I look at him.

He hugged me, shook me, "Please."

I was a little hesitant, my heart was in a mess, I shook my head and said: "You shouldn't be like this, Cyril, you shouldn't like me. We are not from the same world at all. You should like a noble and beautiful lady who graduated from a famous school, The kind who are smart and gentle, good-looking and good-looking, not mixed with me. Maybe you don’t think there is anything right now, but when you get older, when you get married and start a business and have your own children, 40 If you think about what happened this morning, you will feel sick and want to vomit."

"……why?"

I smiled and shrugged, "Because I don't look good, you will because..."

Cyril rubbed up and hugged my head, and kissed me with his lips.His lips are soft, hot, with fierce intensity.He kissed once, then kissed again. "Say one more word, and I'm going to kiss you with my tongue!"

I sigh slightly.

No matter how unreasonable he is to make trouble, it can't change the fact that I am not good-looking, or even ugly.I always tell myself that God is fair. Since he has given me super football talent, he must treat me harshly in certain things, such as my appearance, and make my life imperfect. In this way, I can called a person.I also always say that men don't really need to care too much about appearance, career is the wrapping paper for men.

But at this time, I couldn't help thinking, if I could discuss with God, I probably hope that God doesn't need to add all the points to the game, and divide a little bit so that I won't be so ugly, so that I can Slightly like a normal man.Maybe that way, I can learn to open up to love from others.

He is kissing me sweetly, but I feel bitter.

It's as if I'm a monster, luring prey into my predation range.

He was handpicked by me, and I hope he can get better, not ruined by me.

"James, James." Cyril called my name with misty eyes.

He licked my lips over and over again, and tried to drill into my mouth with the tip of his tongue. I clenched my teeth and resisted.

He glanced at me, then closed his eyes, and groped into my arms dishonestly.

"Enough, stop," I said.

Cyril was a little angry and annoyed, "You don't feel anything at all?"

"How does it feel?" I smiled, "It's the same as my dog ​​licking my face." I lied to him, in fact, I'm a bit of a clean freak. Dogs can lick hands, but I can't accept face licking. It's an exaggeration to say so describe it.

Cyril's eyes widened, and he didn't know how to refute my words, his ears were red with anger, he turned his back and ignored me.

"I'll get some food," I said.

I got out of bed and went out. In the living room, I saw the crybaby sitting stiffly on the edge of the sofa, motionless, looking a little pitiful.I found two sandwiches from the refrigerator, warmed him a glass of milk and an egg, "You don't have to be too polite in my house, eat, it's still early, go back to sleep after eating, and we will set off after an hour La Fabrica."

The crybaby ate like a mouse for a while, then looked up at me, I was making a strawberry milkshake for Cyril, I think Cyril should like to eat this. "Did Cyril sleep in your room last night?"

I was stunned for a moment, and smiled normally, "Yes, there are only two places in my house where people can sleep, one is yours, and the other is my room. He stubbornly wanted to stay overnight yesterday, so he had to go to my room. The room is asleep."

Crybaby is obviously precocious in a certain way, and he asked me, "Are you a couple?"

I frowned all of a sudden, and suddenly remembered that he was going back to Barcelona in the future, "Of course not! Why are you making such a joke all of a sudden?"

The crybaby hastily apologized to me.

Gently, with a little threat, I said, "Don't just define someone because of their behavior, hear? That will make you more narrow-minded. You don't have a full understanding. How do you know others? It's just as you define it."

"James, I..." The crybaby was about to say something.

Cyril yelled from my room, "James! I'm hungry!! Don't bring food and I'll eat you!"

The crybaby and I stared at each other quietly for a while, the embarrassment in the air seemed to freeze.

I coughed and said, "Remember to clean the dishes after you finish eating, and next time you don't have to get up so early." Then I patted his hair again and advised him, "Don't talk to Cyril. Do you know? He is spoiled by me, he is an idiot."

The crybaby pursed his lips and smirked, then nodded.

I went back to my room with a sandwich and a milkshake, and Cyril was lying on the bed, having a good time dismantling my "pillow".I was still a little angry at first, but when I saw his smiling face, I lost all anger. I just wanted to laugh and couldn't restrain the curvature of the corners of my mouth.

Cyril said: "How did it take so long? What is this? Ah, I don't like strawberries."

I pursed my lips, "It's fine if you don't eat."

I can't waste anything, so I just picked up the strawberry milkshake and drank it. It doesn't look good on the outside, but it actually tastes okay.

Cyril was eating the sandwich, maybe a little dry, or just curious, he tilted his head again, "Try it for me."

"Don't you dislike strawberries?" I asked him.

He smiled at me, "Seeing how delicious your drink is, I also want to taste what your strawberry milkshake tastes like."

I said, "Do you have to be so sticky? Get away."

Cyril crawled over and put his hands on my side, as if he was embracing me, I ignored him, he leaned over to kiss my mouth, so I pushed him.

"It's not sticky, it's called sweetness." Cyril smiled, "Give me a taste."

Of course I refused, and he kissed me again, my hand shook, and all the milkshakes in the cup were spilled, and both of our pants were covered with these things.

I frowned.

Cyril quickly said: "It's all my fault. I'll clean it up." He moved quickly, found a tissue and wiped off the milkshakes on me first, then cleaned up the bed sheets and the ones on the floor, and then watched Me, "Don't be angry, I know I was wrong, I won't make trouble with you in bed next time."

I shook my head and pointed to his pants, "Go and tidy up."

Cyril complied, and came to observe my face again, not daring to speak, for fear of offending me.

I feel awkward, if we are lovers, we shouldn't need to be so careful; and if he is so cautious, it seems like how cruel I am, so scared that he dare not even speak.

Cyril went to the bathroom to take a shower, I shook my head in disappointment, suddenly a little dizzy, and I couldn't see clearly at the moment.

One is born, the second is cooked.

Allen loosened his shoulders and moved his hands and feet.He had slept soundly at Isco's house, but he came here when he woke up.However, he is no longer as confused as the previous two times.

The sun is so nice.

There was a sweet and greasy strawberry scent in the air... I didn't expect that a man as tough as James would like strawberries to be so sweet and greasy.Allen smiled a little, then drew the curtains aside.

Cyril came out of the bathroom in his underwear, and a second later, he yelled and rolled back behind the bathroom door. "Curtains! Draw the curtains! What are you doing?"

Allen quickly closed the curtains, and then Cyril came out slowly. He let out a breath. At this time, Cyril had already put on his bathrobe, and he himself felt a little overreacted, which was quite embarrassing. , but still complained, "Why open the curtains, in case someone outside sees it, I'm not wearing anything."

"It never occurred to me that you would wear nothing," Allen said.

Cyril smiled, just looked at him and didn't speak.

Allen felt a little strange, because Cyril's eyes... felt very coquettish and angry.Did something shocking happen during this time?Allen looked suspiciously at Cyril up and down.

Unexpectedly, Cyril came over and hugged him. "I just want to show you what I look like with nothing on. I had a pair of panties just now."

Alan groaned in his heart, grabbed Cyril's arm, and tried to look serious. "Go away, do you want to be beaten?"

Cyril was stunned for a moment, but he didn't let go. Instead, he hugged him and licked his ear with the tip of his tongue. "You won't hit me. Our relationship is different now. You won't hit me after you say it yourself."

Allen shivered, blinked, and suddenly said: "Cyril, this way, you look at my face, look at it carefully, and watch it for 5 minutes... No, 10 minutes. Time now."

Cyril smiled: "Look again?"

He said "again," still grinning, and Ellen thought, It's over.