The years I played football at Real Madrid

"James!" Cyril woke up in the bedroom and called me.

I'm making my love omelette in the kitchen, it's ready soon, I'll take it over, and it will be done within 1 minute, so I didn't reply to him because I didn't think it was necessary.

But soon, the voice over there became anxious. "James! Where are you, James?"

I hurried over with the plate. "Hey whats up?"

Cyril only wore a pair of underwear, maintained a posture of getting out of bed, looked up at me, and he was relieved when he saw me.He lay back on the bed slowly, crossed his hands behind his head, "It's nothing, I thought you ran away."

Am I the type to pull up my pants and run?Really, I don't have any sense of trust in me.

I smiled, put the plate on his bedside table, and reached out to check the temperature of his forehead, "You seem to have a low fever, drink some water, come, take the anti-inflammatory medicine."

Athletes generally do not take medicine when they are sick, to avoid some drug ingredients will be listed as prohibited.But his inflammation has already caused him to have symptoms of fever, so he should take some medicine to curb it early.Besides, it's the winter break now, and we haven't played during this period, even if there is anything in the medicine, it will all dissipate when it is checked.

I have considered all aspects, but this idiot's mind is completely lost.

Cyril's eyes stared straight at me, and after listening to my words, he was still in a daze, as if he didn't react, I stuffed the medicine into his mouth, and he swallowed it belatedly.I saw him frowning, and quickly said, "It's a bit bitter, drink some more water."

I also brought the water glass to his mouth, let him drink two big sips of water, and then put the water glass aside.

Cyril smirked, "James, the water is so sweet."

I couldn't help but smile, and gently touched the back of his head, "Stupid." I asked him again, "How do you feel?"

I asked about his physical condition. When I was cleaning yesterday, I found that his area was a little red and swollen. In addition, he ejaculated a lot. I was worried about his body, afraid that he would feel uncomfortable.

Cyril blinked his right eye, gave me a wink, and said, "It's so cool!"

I covered half of my face and smiled speechlessly. "I didn't ask you this. I don't know if you are happy or not?"

"What are you laughing at, I'm serious, it's really cool!" Cyril said, "I like you, so when you kiss me and love me, I feel happy, and you have good skills. It's heaven, it's wonderful! James, I love you so much!"

He leaned over to kiss me, and wanted to lean on me again. He was young and full of energy, so I could only hug him and kiss him comfortingly.

He snorted, and I looked at him, and he said, "It's just that the muscles are a little sore, just like running [-] meters."

I rubbed his arms for him, just like the psychotherapy that adults give after a child is injured. Squeeze and squeeze. The technique is definitely unprofessional, and talking is better than nothing. I help pinch the flesh on the waist. "This place is also very sore." He took my hand and touched the base of my thigh, "There is also this place."

"Okay, okay, just take a break." I stopped my hands and comforted me.

"Give me another pinch."

"Do you want to do it again?"

Cyril thought for a while, then nodded. "OK."

I hugged him a little bit and hugged him, "You have to rest well, you can't come again." I asked him if he was hungry, and he looked at the things on the plate I brought, and quickly said that he was hungry.

"Did you make this yourself? Omelette with love!" His eyes shone with surprise. “I love the love omelet so much!”

My cooking skills are not very good, I can only say that I can barely eat it, but it is definitely impossible to say it is delicious.I have self-knowledge, I didn’t think anything was wrong before, and I never thought about changing it, but today I regretted it for the first time. If I knew I was going to make breakfast for Cyril today, I should have learned how to cook well before. Or get up earlier this morning, make a few more beautiful ones, and choose the best-looking and most delicious one for Cyril.

Cyril was eating, I watched worriedly, he is also a big star, I don’t know how many five-star hotel delicacies I have eaten, my love omelet must be the worst one, but he didn’t eat until he finished Didn't say a word bad, but very happy.

I also followed happy.

My heart is warm.

"Delicious." He said.

I kissed his face, "If you like it, I'll make more for you in the future. Do you have any favorite dishes? I...I'm not good at cooking, but I can learn."

Cyril looked at me, was moved, smiled, but said: "No, I'll just cook breakfast. This morning is an exception, as long as we are together in the future, let me cook when we need to cook. I Cooking is more talented than you, and I don't want you to be busy in the kitchen."

He does cook better than me.

Thinking of us being together in the future, every morning I wake up and I can smell the delicious smell of food, and then see him beside me, he will give me a good morning kiss, and then we get up together, eat, go to work, it's like Just like at home, very warm.

Then I also have a home, right?

We hug each other.I touched his hand, the temperature of his hand was a little lower than mine, his fingers were slender, clean and beautiful, like the hands of a pianist.In contrast, my hands are ugly.When I touched his hand, I felt a little like a black slave who took advantage of the young master.

I wanted to kiss him and I did.

"James." He called my name, "James, why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden? I'm not used to it. If you treat me well, you can't change it in the future. You have to treat me like this all the time. Otherwise I definitely feel hurt."

I don't know why, probably because I already regarded him as one of my own.He is mine, so I should treat him better.

"I will always be good to you."

"You liar, you will bully me while saying you are good to me. You are always like this, so bad!" Cyril came to touch me again, I am not made of stone, and last night was so wonderful, he Come to tease me, I must be a little distracted.

But I am a mature person after all, I can control myself. "I can't come again, you don't want to get up today, do you?"

"Anyway, there's nothing to do today, I just want to be with you."

Cyril naturally wanted to come again.

Hey, I sighed.

Cyril was laughing, "Hey, old guy, are you not good enough? The recovery ability is so bad? If you are not good enough, let me come, I can also make you feel good."

God testifies, I really think about my body for him, yet he dares to mock me?

"...So, who was the person who begged for mercy last night?"

"It's not me anyway." Cyril opened his eyes and said nonsense. "I can't remember. Maybe it was you."

I was almost laughed at by him, I held his waist, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Cyril bit his lower lip, eager to try, "Let's do it again, I want to feel it again. James, do it again, okay?"

He didn't have any clothes on, and he deliberately seduced me, so I was shaken.

His skin is delicate and a little cold to the touch, but it feels good in the hand.When I kissed him, my hand was stroking his back, and he also reached out to touch me, a little eager.

I pinched his jaw.

"James, give me..."

He straightened his waist, he was already sitting on my lap, and when he rubbed forward, he was almost riding on my waist.

Young people, strong firepower. ** Big and easily excitable.I have nothing to do with him, who told me to find a boyfriend who is so much younger than me.

The way he looked at my lower abdomen was almost explicit.

I looked into his watery eyes and finally couldn't bear it anymore.I supported the back of Cyril's head with one hand to meet my attack, and touched the inside of Cyril's chest with the other hand to find the protrusion.I picked up a little and rubbed it with my fingers.

Cyril didn't expect me to come so suddenly, he was almost caught off guard, but now he has almost no power to fight back, he can only let me stick my tongue into my mouth and roll it as much as I want.

"Hmm~" Cyril opened his eyes suddenly, and began to wriggle uneasily.The protuberance on the left chest was being played with my fingers, he was panting, his hands tightly grasped my shoulders.

After I almost licked his mouth all over, and moved the attack point to his Adam's apple, I felt that Cyril's rolling up and down was very sexy.

Cyril writhed uneasily under my teasing, and he tightly pressed his lips to prevent himself from making strange noises.

Seeing that he is patient now, I am even more interested.I wanted to tear off his panties, but he clamped his legs so hard that I couldn't do it. I could only withdraw my hand from playing with him, and slammed his legs apart, quickly tearing off the panties and throwing them aside.

"James...ah...ah...you kiss me...uh..."

"I have two mouths, right? Can I kiss your mouth and your chest?"

Cyril's face flushed, and he panted softly, "Then, it's up to you."

So cute.I smiled and whispered in his ear, "I like everything you do."

"Then do you like me?"

I know he likes me, but I dare not tell him that I like him easily.

I kissed him without saying a word.He was so stuck in it that he was about to lose his head, and he couldn't think of anything else for a while, so he forgot to ask about this matter in a daze.