Lessons. [1/?]
“Marcy boy! Pass me the ball!” Ricardo’s voice bounded around the training ground, some of the team warming up others simply chattering, but it was Ricardo’s voice that Cristiano could hear above everyone. He shifted as he sat on the floor, the grass tickling the underside of his muscular legs uncomfortably, as he watched Marcelo dribbling with the ball, Kaka cackling as he followed. Cristiano, bit fiercely at his thumbnail, observing the way Kaka moved as he ran. He wasn’t nicknamed the elegant one for no reason, his arms raising either side of his slim body as his legs bounded onward. His smile stretched as Sergio came up behind him, lifting him from the ground causing his laughs to emit louder still around the training ground.
Cristiano bit down on his lip to suppress the awkward nerves that burnt bitterly inside of him, his fingernails near enough non-existent due to his teeth nibbling away at the smooth nail.
He watched the strong arms that carried the cackling Brazilian and felt a sharp tug of jealousy at the bottom of his stomach, which pulled a groan of disbelief from the squirming striker. With the world cup over and done with and training for the new season already in full swing he felt as though he wasn’t sure exactly who he was. He felt disappointed by Portugal’s efforts and of course since their final match he felt that it was on his own head. So the new feelings towards his best friend and fellow team mate were the last thing he needed.
He observed the way the Brazilian ran, his legs bounding effortlessly, his arms either side of him as though he was delicate and capable of breaking. Cristiano sighed heavily, shuffling his posture as he pressed his back against the wall, trying to avoid thinking about the times he had hugged Kaka in the past. Arms embracing one another, limbs tangling as they drunkenly danced with one another in clubs, bodies pressed together and loud joking giggles falling from their slurring lips. He seemed very fragile then, in the middle of a dance floor. Their real Madrid team mates jumping up and down beside them, laughing ridiculously at the joking display the two were showing.
Cristiano ran his sweating palms down his legs, his shorts riding up slightly due to his constant fidgeting. Back in those days, the dancing and flirting had been just a joke. Due to the way the fan girls on the internet would describe them as a ‘bromance’ it was nothing more than just harmless fun. Mocking those internet chat rooms that gossiped about how close they seemed during goal celebrations. But as Ronaldo, tugged at his bottom lip idly, his feet jigging up and down as he stretched his legs put in front of him, he couldn’t take his eyes off the Brazilian who was now playing kick ups with Sergio.
He sighed, pressing the palms of his hands into his shut eyes, multi coloured sparks flying in his vision as he threw his head back, not concerned about the force of his head hitting the brick behind him, as he thought back to the previous night.
His dream had certainly altered his perception on his Brazilian friend. It began as simple training, but as the dream progressed it turned into Kaka receiving head from Ronaldo himself.
Cristiano cringed openly, his teeth gritting together through remembrance of the much needed cold shower he had took but hours previously. His eyes squeezed tighter together, his mind flashing the dreamt images of a writhing Ricardo, sweat dancing beautifully across the tanned flesh of his arms, the muscles clenching as his fingers knotted in the Portuguese’s hair, encouraging him to continue what they had started.
He pulled his hands away from his face, his eyes blinking in his surroundings as he internally told himself to get a grip, his eyes focusing on the Brazilian before him as he sighed, nodding to himself and his thoughts.
So yeah Ricky is practising. Nothing is different. The dream was just because of exhaustion, nothing more, nothing less. Yeah… I had a lot on my mind, and Ricky was the first person to phone me once we lost in South Africa. It’s just a friend depending on a friend. I don’t even care that he has just removed his t-shirt. That his skin is showing. That it has more of a golden glow to it since the last time I saw it. Must have been from his holiday with his fiancé, two weeks ago. Not like I’d care. I don’t care that his stomach muscles are clenching, that his smile is wider than usual, that his legs seem more muscular than usual. I don’t care for any of it. He is just a friend, and he isn’t anything else to me.
“Come on Crissy! I’m missing you over here!” Kaka shouted interrupting the thinking Portuguese. Kaka’s lips were in a childish pout as he walked away from the other practising team mates, his arms stretched either side of him, his flawless body edging nearer to the Portuguese man whose eyebrows rose into his hairline, his mouth dropping slightly, any clear thoughts of how he felt about his best friend rocketing out of the window instantly. The Brazilian stood before him a hand reaching down to his friend on the floor, a smile on his face.
Ronaldo smiled weakly, tentavtiley rising his hand to meet Ricardo’s. Cristiano felt himself visibly shudder as he felt long fingers wrapping around his hand, warmth from the soothing palm melting his insides all together, as realization of his crush rocketed through his body. He pulled himself up the two face to face, Ricardo looking directly at a still fidgeting striker, his eyes looking everywhere but at the shirtless man before him, his very presence haunting the remainder of sanity left in the heterosexual Portuguese man.
A few moments of silence passed and suddenly Ronaldo felt a hand on his arm and the presence of Kaka shift before him. Alarmingly fast.
“I’m worried about you man.” Ricardo whispered, gripping the side of Ronaldo’s head and placing a ‘brotherly’ kiss on his cheek stepping away and smiling weakly as he ran back to the other guys, his back flexing as he jogged. Cristiano felt himself blush, his eyes connecting onto his feet as he followed, his cheek tingling under the innocent kiss, that was a sure sign of Kaka’s care for his friend, though for Cristiano he cursed himself internally for wanting to grip the side’s of the Brazilian’s head and force their lips into a passionate lock.
I’m worried about me too.