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saltyinternetflower · 2 years ago

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I went crazy and wrote some NeyMessi. Again. 🙈

Summary: NeyMessi kiss in Marquinho's party

Rating: Mature

Tags: fluff and smut, drunk confession, mention of smoking, boys kissing

Pairing: Leo Messi / Neymar Jr

The best thing about Marquinho's party is the DJ.

Well, Marqui himself is the DJ and he plays the same electro trance Spanish music on every event, but nobody seems to mind as the playlist is fire!

Leo awkwardly stumbled to the corner, looking desperately for a familiar face. He didn't have to wait long though. KyKy, Achraf, and Ramos pulled him into a group huddle.

"Monsieur Messi!" Ramos bowed dramatically as he handed Leo a red plastic cup with a drink that looked shocking pink!

"Bottoms up, man!" Kylian patted his arm affectionately.

Hakimi gave him a cheers, and gulped down his own cup thirstily.

Leo sniffed at the drink gingerly. He really shouldn't! He had practice next morning.

But then his eyes fell on a tall figure on the dance floor, wearing a sequined black jacket and dancing very closely with a Latina!

Neymar whispered something to his dance partner, and the lady just melted into a pull of laughter. Ney flashed a blinding smile, his diamond ear-stud matched the shine as it caugh the disco light overhead.

The tip of Leo's ears burnt. Suddenly, his throat felt dry. He drank deeply from his cup. The drink was too sweet for his taste, but the heady aftertaste made up for it.

"There you go!" Ramos slapped Leo's shoulder, overjoyed. He handed him another cup, which Leo finished with two big gulps!

After that, the drink flowed easy, and words flowed freely. Leo found himself giggling and swaying lightly to the music.

"Care for a dance, lindo?" A heavy hand wrapped around Leo's shoulder.

"Neyyy!" Hakimi beamed.

"Now you remember us, puta? Now that Leo's here?" Kylian scrunched his nose in mock anger.

Leo felt Ney's heavy breath fanning his neck. He smelled like smoke and cherry brandy! Goosebumps rose on Leo's skin as he struggled to hide a shudder.

Ney slowly turned Leo round to face him. His eyes were a different color under the psychedelic lights. They were grey like a stormy sea.

"Shall we?" He bit his bottom lip, sending another spark through Leo's foggy mind.

"I thought you already had a partner?" Leo gulped, his eyes dropping to Ney's lips.

"Not anymore..." Ney shrugged, and tugged at Leo's black jacket.

Leo ignored Ramos's wolf whistle as he headed to the dance floor with Ney.

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Neymar was a blur on the dance floor. He took off his jacket and tied it around his waist like a schoolboy.

The tattoos on his bronze skin glistened sinfully. His lithe frame moved perfectly in sync with the catchy beats.

Next to him, Leo was totally out of his element, like a fish out of water! He pumped his fists a few times, not to look like a complete fool, but later gave up and stared at Ney instead.

Oh boy, Ney looked glorious! He was dressed in all black outfit, with a black faux leather cap, body hugging black tee, and fitted black ripped jeans.

Leo was glad he chose a red t-shirt for himself instead of his regular light blue one, even though his black jacket and navy blue jeans were rather plain.

Leo's trance was broken by a sudden tug forward that bumped him against Ney's strong chest. He blushed violently when he felt a pair of arms snaking up his back!

"Come on, mano, you need to relax and have some fun", Ney pressed his face against Leo's neck and whispered.

A soft moan escaped Leo's lips, followed by a mumbled curse. Ney froze, then slowly pulled away to look at Leo.

"Everything okay, Leo?" He looked concerned. His grip on Leo loosened.

"I... Ney you know I've got two left feet. Can't dance." Leo tried to steady himself. He missed the touch of Neymar's hands the moment it was gone.

"God forbid you had two left feet, Leo! All the defenders from Espana to Brasil would have drowned in their own tears..." Neymar winked.

He gently put two hands on Leo's shoulders, and moved leisurely from side to side.

"Your left feet is magic, mano. And there ain't a thing in the world that Leo Messi can't do!" Ney breathed, nosing at Leo's neck.

Leo felt himself relaxing into Ney's gentle embrace.

"You keep saying things like these all the time..." He chuckled.

"And I mean every word of it", Ney smiled against Leo's skin. " Besides, we won't be any worse than... that", Ney pointed at Kylian and Hakimi trying to do a robot dance.

It was a disaster! It was hilarious! Leo crackled with delight.

For the rest of their time on the dance floor, Leo let Ney lead him. They laughed and shouted and did three rounds of shots.

They danced until droplets of sweat beaded their lips.

"The paps were right! You're Messi's little b*tch, ain't ya?" Someone said with an unpleasant drawl.

Vitinha!

Leo groaned. What's wrong with that guy? Always trying to pick up a fight with Neymar!

Ney casually flipped him off, and turned to Leo.

"Let's get out of here", he gestured towards the door.

Leo nodded. The last thing he wanted was to create a scene in a team party. He quietly followed Ney out of the jostling crowd.

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They got into the elevator, and Neymar pressed a button simply marked as "M". Leo was too tired, and too full of alcohol to even wonder where they were heading.

"I'm wasted, nino..." he offered Ney a droopy smile, and slowly slid down to the floor of the elevator.

Ney doubled over with laughter. "You're the funniest grandpa around", he hiccuped and wiped the tear off his face.

"I'm not THAT funny!" Leo burped, sending Ney into another uncontrollable giggling fit!

"Come on, lindooo..." Ney pulled at Leo's arms, dragging him to his feet. The elevator door opened with a ding, and the cool Paris wind greeted them with an icy welcome.

When they stepped outside, Leo couldn't believe his eyes! The Michelin star hotel had suddenly transformed into a fourteenth century castle, as if by some magic!

He looked at Ney with wide eyes, who was busy rolling what most definitely looked like a doobie!

"You're not gonna smoke that! Ney, did you forget practice tom..." Leo's protest dried in his throat as Ney flicks his lips to lick the cigarette paper.

Ney's eyes stayed on Leo as he lit the joint with a fancy electric lighter, and hollowed his cheeks to take a puff of it.

Leo stared, transfixed, as the smoke curls around the soft, plump curvature of Ney's lips.

"Did you know this hotel used to be a King's castle, centuries ago?" Neymar took another puff and slowly exhaled it out.

Leo shook his head, trying not to focus on how husky Ney's voice sounded, possibly due to the smoke and the cold.

"The King gifted the castle to his only son, the prince... But the prince didn't want to rule." Ney continued, with a faraway look in his eyes.

"Why?" Leo's voice shook a little. The cold clouded his breath.

"The prince fell in love... With his manservant. One day, the King caught them in the bed, together, and killed them both with a swing of his sword", Ney sighed, taking another drag from the cigarette.

"A few parts of the hotel still remains... Just as it used to be in the fourteenth century. It's a heritage hotel", Ney's lips curled to breath out a chain of perfectly shaped smoke rings.

Leo felt a deep, nameless ache swelling in his chest. He could see the city lights glowing in the distance, the Eiffel Tower looking like a tiny replica wrapped in fairy lights. And here they were, amidst the ruins of a castle haunted by two star crossed lovers, with a party raging several floors beneath them!

"You're shivering", Neymar noticed. He quietly offered the joint to Leo, but Leo shook his head.

"I don't... I've never smoked one", he said in a small voice.

Ney took a lazy drag on the joint, his eyes, twinkling with an amused spark, never left Leo.

He then slowly leaned forward, bringing his mouth close to Leo's. He gently parted Leo's lips with his forefinger and thumb.

He blew softly into Leo's mouth, filling him with an earthy, woody smoke.

"Breath", Ney whispered.

Leo's eyes watered, his lips tingled. His fingers tangled into the thick curls of Ney's hair.

They were so, so close!

Ney dropped the joint and crushed it under his shoe. He took off his heavy black jacket and wrapped it around Leo's shoulders.

His hands found Leo's waist, and pulled him flush against his body.

"Mano, I've something to tell you", Ney pinned Leo with an intense gaze. Leo's inside was on fire. He sucked on his bottom lip, his voice lost in his dry throat.

"At first, I wanted to be like you..." Ney's lips peppered Leo's neck with feather-light kisses.

"And then... I wanted you."

Ney's lips lingered over Leo's, like a burning question.

Leo had never wanted to kiss someone more!

"Do you want me too, Lionel?" Ney let out a shaky breath.

Leo didn't answer. His eyes dropped to Ney's lips...Plump, pillowy, inviting!

Leo flicked his tongue and licked Ney's bottom lip. It felt even softer than it looked. Soft and cold, and a little chapped.

Ney mewled! The sound went straight to Leo's d*ck, unfurling a deep, dark pool of desire within him. Moments later, Neymar's lips crushed against Leo's in a soul stirring kiss.

Hot and wet, Ney's mouth was like a furnace. He was eager, he was impatient. He chewed and licked at Leo's bottom lip until Leo parted his mouth to let him in.

The soft slide of their lips and the sound of their mingled breath filled the space. Leo was drowning in a nameless ocean of want, of desire, of tenderness.

"Let's get you to a bed, baby?" Ney purred softly against his neck.

Leo nodded, clutching on to him tighter. He was ready!

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If you have made it this far, thank you, bestie 🥰🥰

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