[American Entertainment] The road to becoming a god

It had been a quarter of an hour since Gaspar left, and the half-worn dress was still hanging on his shoulder in a half-drawn state. After finishing his wild thoughts, he sat up and finally put the sleeve of the other hand inside.Gaspar hadn't returned after washing up, and Leonardo began to walk up and down the room restlessly.

Gaspar, he won't be entangled by someone again, just when he was worried about whether his beautiful boyfriend would get into trouble again up.

"Thank God you're back!" Leonardo excitedly stepped forward and gave Gaspar a hug and kissed his eyes.

Gaspar was confused for a moment, but soon he became angry and violent again. After throwing Leonardo's hug, he slammed the door, then he went to the bed and started beating That poor quilt.

Leonardo who just thought nothing happened when his boyfriend was away:?

He hurried over to rescue the quilt, then hugged Gaspar's shoulders and let him sit on the bed, patted his back to make him feel better, and asked, "What happened, Gaspar, didn't you say to get some?" Anything to eat, where are the sandwiches?"

Gaspar flung his fist into the air, then shot Leonardo a glare.

"Sandwiches? Don't you only have sandwiches on your mind!" he said dissatisfiedly. "We shouldn't live here. When you asked me, we should have chosen the one in the center of Paris. God - why did they live here too , and the hotel didn't even notify me!"

"Uh——" Leonardo, who didn't know why, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, "Did the sandwich in the kitchen jump up and hit you on the head?"

"No! It's my ex-boyfriend's current boyfriend, the English player, I just met him in the lobby." Gaspar said grumpily, his forehead hair hanging down to the tip of his nose because of his excessive movement, and he blew In one breath, the strand of hair just disappeared in front of his eyes for a second, and soon he realized, "How can Sandwich jump up and hit me on the head, have you been hit by Sandwich?"

Leonardo shrugged: "One time."

Gaspar: "Huh?"

Leonardo: "That time I shot a movie for 22 hours. When I got home, I only had a hard sandwich. When I took it back to the room, it slipped and the sandwich flew up and hit me in the face."

Gaspar: "..."

Leonardo: "And after I fell to the ground, I had a sharp pain in my back first, and then my face."

Gaspar: "...God."

Leonardo: "So you feel better?"

feel better?Because of what, because there is a boyfriend who is either madly jealous or acting silly?

Gaspar slapped his forehead.

In contrast, staying in the same hotel with an ex-boyfriend's current boyfriend is not so unbearable.

……

Seeing Gaspar was silent, Leonardo nodded his nose.

"You're not helping, sir!" Gaspar slapped his fingers away and got up to walk around the room. "What should I do? I don't want to go out for a walk and see him face to face, it's just—you know he What did you just say to me, Leo, he hinted that I would go to his room at night!"

"What!" Leonardo stood up abruptly and widened his eyes, "What is he implying to you!"

"Suggest me to go to his room, the stupid little boy wants to show his brave bed posture in front of his teammates," Gaspar waved his hand impatiently, "Don't worry about it, I've already choked him back, now his teammates I'm probably madly teasing him for asking me to go to his room and fuck him until he can't get out of bed, the problem now is—let's change to a hotel, Leo."

Leonardo was still stuck on the part of 'when will my boyfriend fuck me so hard he can't get out of bed', and the next second he was stimulated by Gaspar's proposal to change hotels, and his brain froze completely.

After about 30 seconds.

"Leo? What do you think?" Gaspar repeated. "Move to the hotel in the city center, the one with the view of the Eiffel Tower."

"Uh, I think it's okay, and then, think about it." Leonardo jumped out word by word, he tossed his hair, and finally sorted out all the clues, "So you just saw Beckham , we are staying in the same hotel as the England team. What about Cruise, will he come?"

"No, I won't come." Gaspar stroked his hair again, "Beckham said he won't come, but he alone is very uncomfortable, he has been showing off in front of me for almost a year, he still--"

Hearing that Cruise wasn't coming, Leonardo shrugged his nose. A Beckham wasn't a threat to him, and staying in a hotel meant he had the chance to hold Gaspar's hand in front of the kid. Walk by, don't think he didn't see it, the kid's eyes were very wrong - so he took Gaspar by the wrist and took him into his arms, comforting him with a series of kisses.

"Don't think too much, Garth, it's okay, he won't show off in front of you anymore, because you don't care anymore, right?" He said, "That guy will definitely not have good results in this World Cup, England can't go Far away, and maybe the whole team will fall on him."

These words really comforted Gaspar, Gaspar took a few deep breaths, and calmed down in Leonardo's arms.

After a few minutes, he regained his composure.

"You're right Leo." Gaspar stood up again, and he looked full of energy again, "Come on, let's have lunch first, and then go shopping on the Champs Elysees, you broke My Gucci belt, buy me another."

"Okay, as ordered."

……

What Gaspar didn't expect was that Leonardo's words came true, and England really didn't go too far, and it really fell on Beckham. Well, to be precise, England lost to Argentina on last-minute penalties because of Beckham's red card.

Gaspar and Leonardo watched the game on the spot. Due to various reasons, the fans could not see the details of the accident on the court. They only saw the referee show a red card to Beckham, and England has one less player from then on. fight.

Gaspar was stunned. Leonardo, as a fake fan who did not support England, celebrated Argentina's victory on the spot. He even hugged a group of Argentine fans who did not understand the language and turned around. After that, he Another big kiss resounded on the corner of Gaspar's mouth.

As they left the pitch, angry England fans yelled at Beckham as a 'brainless fool' a 'dog bastard' as well as a 'little boy' and a 'coward'

Countless wine bottles bloomed on the ground, and some fans didn't even know what happened, but because everyone was complaining about Beckham, they also scolded him.

"How are you, are you happy!" Leonardo asked in Gaspar's ear in the crowd, "You will never see that kid tossing in front of your eyes again, because they are going home and England is out! "

Gaspar: "Uh..."

Can he say he's not happy and is beginning to pity Beckham a bit.

……

That night they almost returned to the hotel with the England national team. Gaspar in the crowd had been paying attention to Beckham. What surprised him was that the boy didn't seem to have much emotional fluctuations, even in the face of The excited reporter didn't act too much.

Soon, the England team disbanded in the hall, and the frustrated players dispersed, some went back to the room to sulk, and some went outside to drink and have fun, and as for Beckham, Gaspar noticed that he took the ball from the hall. I bought two bottles of high alcohol and went to the rooftop.

This move made Gaspar a little worried. He looked back at Leonardo and found that he was being attracted by a poster full of red lips, so he decided to follow Beckham up.

He tentatively said, "Hey Leo, I'll go to the rooftop to blow some air, and I'll come down later."

Leonardo waved his hand generously: "Go, but be careful not to blow for too long, it will give you a headache."

"See you later."

"Well, see you later."

……

Gaspar hurried to the rooftop, and some bad images appeared in his mind, such as the blond boy who was too depressed and drunk to make his head go crazy and do stupid things.

"Is anyone there?" He opened the door and looked around. "Are you here, Beckham?"

The roof was silent, no one responded.

The bad premonition in Gaspar's heart became stronger and stronger. He hurried to the railing, held on to the marble railing and looked down. Below was the garden. As the sky was getting dark, he could only see clumps of black grass.

"What are you looking for?"

The voice behind him startled Gaspar, who shuddered and almost sat down on the ground.

"God," he sighed and turned around. Beckham with a parted hairstyle was standing there, with only one wine bottle left in his hand. He looked precarious, and Gaspar quickly supported him, "It's just A game, it's not your fault, you don't have to—"

Beckham frowned and gave him a white look, and said with a strong smell of alcohol: "What do you know, it's my fault, if I didn't get too close to Simeone, I wouldn't trip him, and neither would he." Opportunity to play in front of the referee, and I will not be sent off, and England will not lose to Argentina because of one less player."

Gaspar opened his mouth, wanting to say something to comfort him, but in the end he found he had nothing to say.

"—that's not why you can drink a whole bottle of whiskey in a few minutes," he chose to start elsewhere. "Give me the bottle and we'll go downstairs, it's too dangerous here."

Gaspar tried to reach for the bottle in Beckham's hand before taking him back down the hall to hand him over to some England national team chief, but he miscalculated the drunken blonde's aggression and sexuality. Action force.

The moment he touched the wine bottle, Beckham grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up, then turned around and pressed against the railing of the roof.

"Do you want to teach me a lesson!" He leaned close to Gaspar's face and gritted his teeth. His voice became hoarse due to the excessive alcohol intake. Don't think that if we have a little friendship, you can reprimand me like my father, and don't think that you are doing something good, I stole your boyfriend—"

The heavy smell of alcohol hit Gaspar's face, and Beckham started talking nonsense.

Suddenly, he stopped and just stared at Gaspar.

"——Why didn't you show up earlier." He muttered as he got closer and closer, "Really, if you showed up earlier, just a little bit, maybe Cruise wouldn't have anything to do with it."

Things didn't seem to be going the right way, and Gaspar tried to break free, but he failed.

"Calm down and see who I am." He made a last effort, turning his face to one side, "Get off me, bastard."

Beckham held Gaspar down with one hand to keep him from moving, and clamped his jaw with the other to make him turn his head back.

"I can see clearly," he said.

At this moment, the door to the rooftop was pushed open.

"David, are you here, they told me you came up for a drink—"

Gaspar turned his head and looked over, and Cruise, who had obviously just finished some kind of event, reappeared in front of him after a year.

Four eyes facing each other.

And Gaspar was very inappropriate at this time, and subconsciously blurted out to Beckham——

"Didn't you say he wouldn't come?"

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Well, I couldn't hold back the bloody hands, sorry babies

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