Chapter Text
"That was fucking orgasmic," Neymar congratulates Leo on breaking Zarra's record for the tenth time, "I want a selfie with the hero," he smirks.
"Thanks, Ney, I'm still in a towel though, I'll be ready in ten," he's a bit flushed. Ironically, the center of attention has never seemed quite appealing to him.
"And isn't that even better? I want it now, come on, smile," before Argentine knows it, Neymar puts his arm over him and takes a photo.
Con el mejor del mundo, Neymar blurts out as he types. "So I heard we're celebrating tonight," he finally takes his eyes off the phone, "You do deserve a reward."
He isn't flirting, surely. He's just- affectionate, Leo thinks. "Yeah, see you there."
"Can't wait," Neymar winks as he exits the locker room.
Well, it was Pique's idea, really. If it were up to Leo, he would go straight home and sleep, but Gerard insisted the guys could use a night out and that they haven't had much to celebrate. "It's not all for you, grumpy," he told Leo, "But you do have to be there."
When Leo gets there everyone is already a bit tipsy. "The hero is here!" Jordi shouts, "Let's drink to that!" and they do just that. And then another shot, and then another.
Leo doesn't remember how Neymar ended up sitting on his lap, but he's sure it shouldn't feel as comfortable as it does. He feels dizzy. “Bathroom,” he mumbles, gets Neymar off him and hurries out.
It's quiet in the men's room, it's empty from people and it's a wonderful break from the crowded club and an awfully loud music. Leo splashes cold water on his face. It sobers him up a little, but he still can't think of anything but how fucking good it feels to have Neymar sit on his lap.
His thoughts are interrupted as he hears the door open behind him. It's Neymar.
"Hey," he says as he leans against the sink next to Leo.
"Hey," Leo replies, he sounds tired and sleepy.
"You okay?" Neymar inquires.
"Yes," Leo lies "I'm great."
"You’re wet,” Neymar points out, reaching up to trace a line from Leo’s temple to his jawbone. Leo takes a deep breath and grits his teeth. Neymar ignores him and slips his hand further down, to grip at the collar of Leo’s soft t-shirt. “And I know you’re lying."
"Oh, yeah?" it's the alcohol, surely, Leo thinks as he grabs Neymar's waist, "Am I lying now?" he kisses him, almost violently.
Doing that, Leo pushes him against the sinks, and presses his hips against Neymar's, one of Leo's hands keeps holding Neymar's neck intently and the other slips down his back to palm Neymar's ass.
"Fuck, Leo," Neymar moans quietly, "I've- I've thought about this so many times."
"Yeah?" Leo is intrigued, his fingers move to the front of Neymar's jeans, and he starts to undo the button, slowly, like they have all the time in the world.
"You. Your hands on me," without breaking an eye-contact, Neymar moves his hips for some friction, "Things you could do to me."
"What do you want me to do to you, Ney?" Leo keeps teasing him through his jeans as he feels how hard he is and just how badly Neymar wants it.
"Ahh, just- make me suck you off," he moans, "Fuck me against the wall, I want to- I need to feel you inside me. Leo. Please."
Leo can't help but gasp, he didn't know he wanted this. And he really does. He can imagine Neymar writhing under him, moaning his name over and over again. Or him on his knees, moaning around Leo's cock and swallowing him hungrily.
"Tell me more," he commands.
"No, fucking touch me properly first," Neymar whines.
"Turn the fuck around," Leo steps back.
Neymar does what he's told. He rests both of his hands upon the sink as he studies their reflections in the mirror. Leo still stands and gazes from afar.
"Leo, please," he whimpers, "Do you want me to beg?"
"Well, you would look pretty while begging," Leo finally moves closer, grabs a handful of Neymar's hair and pushes his head back for a better access to his neck. He starts with gently kissing along his jaw, and then he licks down his neck.
"Fuck," Neymar can't help but arch his back and grind a bit against Leo's hard-on.
"I want you to stay late after training tomorrow," Leo whispers as he finally slips his hand down Neymar's pants and gets hold of his cock.
"Get on your knees in the changing room and wait for me," he adds, "Put your hands behind your back and stay like that like a good boy, understand?" Leo's hand moves steadily on Neymar's dick now and he just breathes heavily in response.
"Understand?" he repeats and lets go of him.
"Y- yes, Leo, please, don't stop," Neymar begs.
"And if you're good, I might just let you cum," he slowly resumes stroking him, "If we have time, of course. You don't want anyone to walk in on us with my dick down your throat, do you?" Leo smirks, he has no idea how he restrains himself from bending him over and fucking him right there and then, but somehow he's able to concentrate with his cock painfully hard against his stomach and Neymar's perky little butt slightly grinding against him.
"Or maybe that's exactly what you want," Neymar is already shaking, Leo knows he's close, "Do you think you could take me in all the way for them to see? Have you fantasized about your teammates watching you as you lick my cum off your lips?"
"Is that it?"
"Fuck!" Neymar cries out and Leo can feel his fingers get wet.
There's nothing but heavy breathing for a minute.
Leo then takes his hand out of Neymar's pants, who's still leaning on his hands afraid or ashamed to look up, washes his cum off and goes straight to the door.
"Clean up," he mutters as he exits the room.
"What the fuck, Leo? Was he congratulating you with a blowjob or something? I had to hold the guys back so they wouldn't walk in on something- I don't know," Gerard seems surprisingly sober and pissed the fuck off.
"Wha- no! Of course not," Leo pushes him out of his way, "I've got to go now though, you tell everyone."
"Do I even want to know what happened in there? Yeah, go, whatever," Geri sighs, "Congrats again, you asshat."
The street is full of people and before someone recognizes him he just hails a cab and goes home.
"Fuck," he thinks, "What a night."