Chapter 23

Tonight is undoubtedly Cristiano's most satisfying and happiest night——

They lifted the trophy for Portugal, with Kaka by their side, and both sets of parents witnessed this important moment and celebrated and blessed them.

In Cristiano's memory, no day was more perfect than this night.

And all of these are related to Kaka.

"We should go out." Kaka rubbed the soft curls on the back of Cristiano's neck, "They are waiting for you."

Cristiano responded and coughed lightly: "I'll go wash my face."

Kaka smiled and watched Cristiano run into the bathroom, wash his face, and straighten his messy hair.

——Because he didn't have any hairspray, Cristiano could only reluctantly wet his hair with water and style it into the way he wanted.

"I'm fine." Cristiano walked towards Kaka.

Kaka looked at Cristiano, who was literally "wet". He paused and stopped Cristiano from turning the door handle.

"Huh?" Cristiano turned to look at Kaka.

Kaka lowered his head and quickly kissed Chris' lips. His soft lips had a faint fruity scent, probably the scent of the lip balm that Chris used to apply.

He had only had a slight impulse when he saw Chris's wet lips, and wanted to give his partner a light kiss before going out, but the next second, his partner grabbed his waist, tilted his head back, and took the initiative without any hesitation.

Kaka looked at Chris and saw that the young man with baby fat on his face had his eyes closed, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and he made a very light nasal sound.

He smiled slightly, opened his mouth, and let Chris, like an insatiable little lion, fiercely demand a long kiss from him.

As Chris gradually slowed down and began to breathe slightly, he naturally took back control.

He sucked on Chris's lips which had a faint fruity sweetness. His palm gently stroked the back of Chris's neck, caressing the delicate skin again and again as if to soothe him.

Cristiano relaxed and leaned towards Kaka's arms around his back. He no longer had the attitude he had at the beginning to try to grab a kiss, and was unnaturally obedient.

He knew clearly that his lover could fully control every bit of his pleasure. He licked Kaka's lips, and soon his tongue tip was sucked on by her.

The roots of their tongues were slightly numbed by the sucking, and their breathing intertwined and exchanged, completely wrapped in each other.

Cristiano loves everything he gets from his partner, and Kaka has the best kissing skills and skills in bed - even though his appearance seems to have nothing to do with these.

Cristiano half opened his eyes and met his lover's deep eyes with a gentle smile, which made him indulge in them.

The two of them leaned their backs against the door frame and slowly separated a few centimeters. Before Cristiano could swallow the ambiguous liquid, it dripped onto his chin and was gently sucked away by Kaka.

They stood behind the door, adjusting their breathing and gently rubbing their noses against each other, like two naive newborn kids playing some intimate little tricks.

On the other side of the door, two of their family members were waiting for them.

"You still can't help wanting to kiss me?" Cristiano lowered his voice and looked at his lover proudly. He pursed his thin but plump lips lightly, making his lips look even redder due to the congestion. "Interview with Kaka from Brazil. What were you thinking just now?"

Kaka laughed quietly and cooperated in playing the role-playing game.

His hands dropped down and rested on Cristiano's waist, just enough to hold the boy's waist, and he replied: "I was thinking that the player Cristiano Ronaldo from Portugal has two very kissable lips. It would be great if I could kiss them."

Cristiano raised his lips: "Oh, the great player Cristiano Ronaldo from Portugal is happy to fulfill your wish."

He raised his head slightly and gave his lover a kiss as a reward: "For Kaka's honesty."

The two looked at each other, laughed, and pressed themselves against each other, clinging tightly together.

It was half an hour later when they had packed up and walked out of the room. The two families had spent a very wonderful night.

The next day, Kaka was going to the airport with his Milan teammates, but Dolores and Simeone's families had no plans to separate so soon.

Dolores urged the Simone family to stay for two more days. It was summer vacation and Bosco's engineering project had come to an end, so they did have the time. So the two families - mainly the two ladies - happily agreed.

Mendes was also in Portugal, but he didn't have time to attend the private party Kaka hosted for Cristiano yesterday.

Of course he received the invitation - Kaka knew that the relationship between this agent and Chris had long gone beyond that of a partner. Even though their agent contract was terminated several years later, Mendes was still an important partner of Chris and also the godfather of Mini.

But Mendes had a lot of things to deal with - just after Cristiano equalized the game against Greece and dragged Portugal into overtime, Mendes' phone received several messages from people trying to find out about Ronaldo. God knows how sharp these people's sense of smell and attack power are, and they can't even wait until the end of a game.

But when Cristiano actually lifted the Delaunay Cup, Mendes' phone exploded completely.

It was the first time for him to deal with such explosive traffic, and all kinds of messages and inquiries came to him.

The person at the center of the incident didn't even show up for a media interview and got on the national team bus as soon as he could.

Although Mendes had to say that Cristiano's approach was actually not bad, after all, the media liked to find faults in Cristiano's words, but in contrast, his workload increased dramatically, and he had no time to answer some of the media's outrageous questions -

For example, will Cristiano transfer to a higher-level club? Or will Manchester United use a high salary to retain this rising star?

Mendes thought, the game just ended, how could the changes in the club be settled so quickly? What can he say?

The young future top football agent has not yet realized that sometimes silence is also a sin. Even if he does not say a word, some media can make up solid "it is reported" reports.

Before the end of last night, Cristiano called his dear agent to thank him for his efforts tonight.

"Oh Jorge, calm down, you're going to see bigger things in the future." Cristiano couldn't help laughing when he heard his agent's excited, frustrated and gnashing voice on the other end of the phone.

He cleared his throat, and before Mendes spoke, he straightened his attitude and became more serious. His voice was full of strength that could convince people, and he comforted the agent who had not yet grown into a future Thunder player:

"You will handle it well, Jorge. I believe in you. You have the ability. You will be the best football agent in the future, and you will have the world's first and second best football players under you."

"...Are you referring to you and Kaka?" Mendes was somewhat touched at first, but he couldn't help laughing out loud after hearing what he said later. Even Kaka didn't dare to say that he was the number one or number two player in the world.

"Of course," Cristiano said, kindly reminding Mendes, "You'd better get used to today's formation, because you may have to deal with it again in two months."

Mendes: “?”

He thought for a moment and pushed the date forward two months: "You mean the Champions League?"

"One of us, me or Kaka, will hold the trophy." Cristiano said firmly and confidently, lying on the balcony. "I won't give up the fight for the Champions League, but I have to say that AC Milan has a better chance of winning the title this season. So, Jorge, you'd better be ready."

Mendes opened his mouth. He didn't dare to be as confident as Cristiano, but for some reason, his mind told Mendes that the Champions League was not something that could be obtained by just making a wish, but emotionally, he had already believed most of what Cristiano said.

Cristiano won the Delaunay Cup, and Kaka won the Big Ear Cup again? Mendes felt that he would never dare to dream so big.

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On the morning Kaka left Portugal, Cristiano saw him off at the airport. Kaka's teammates and the head coach chartered a car, while Kaka rode in one alone with Cristiano.

Nesta and his friends were used to this. They would find it strange if Kaka didn't ride in the same car with Ronaldo, who came to see him off at the airport.

When they arrived at the airport's underground parking garage, Nesta and Cafu got off the bus first, gestured to Kaka, and went in first.

Cristiano and Kaka also got out of the car. He gave Kaka a big hug and said nothing more, just muffledly: "See you in the Champions League."

He had endless things to say to Kaka, and they also had enough private time together to do things between lovers, so he would not do anything unnecessary in such an unsafe situation.

——Even though the look on his face at this moment, with his round eyes, made him look as pitiful as a puppy whose meat bone had been taken away.

Kaka hugged his lover back. He looked down at Chris's hair and gave him a quick kiss without leaving any trace: "See you in the Champions League."

He then let go of her hand and prepared to enter the terminal.

Cristiano didn't let go. He held Kaka and whispered, "I want to see the best Kaka, the brightest Kaka, the Kaka without pain, understand? And the Kaka who played football with me for 20 years."

He remembered that Kaka was injured in this league.

Kaka paused, then smiled, the smile lines at the corners of his eyes were completely squeezed together, he nodded: "Don't worry, Cris, I will cherish my sports career as much as you do, no one will want to continue more than me."

To win more laurels, to receive more applause, to leave his own mark in the deafening torrent of football. When people mention the only two players of this era who can compete side by side at the top, it is only him and Cristiano.

Their names will not only be linked together in the blessedness of the Holy God, but will also be forever bound together in the conversations of the ignorant world.

This is what Kaka wanted. He faced the true and strong possessive desire in his heart and felt ashamed and guilty about it, but he did not intend to correct it.

In his previous life, he had looked at each other from a distance like this and suffered a lot for it.

He presented the Golden Ball to others, suppressed his grievances towards his lover, suppressed his own unwillingness, and just smiled and joked decently. In this way, in the future, when people mention these two players who have won the Golden Ball many times, they will also think of him.

But deep down he really thought that if there had been no injuries, he would have achieved even greater results than Cristiano, and Cristiano would have made him even more brilliant. People would have mentioned KK8 & CR7, and only KK8 & CR7.

Kaka took a deep breath, and Cristiano understood the strong and complex emotions in his lover's eyes. He paused, then laughed: "Kaka, I almost forgot the impression I had when I first met you."

Cristiano raised his hand, but quickly lowered it and let it hang by his side. He just looked into Kaka's eyes and grinned: "I really want to kiss your eyes."

Kaka was stunned for a moment and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Cristiano whispered, "I like the fire in your eyes, the No. 22 of the Rossoneri, the aggressive vitality on the court. You know, I have always been jealous of your teammates in Milan. The you they have is so different from the you I have. I want to have all of you."

"And now, I'm not jealous anymore, you're here in your entirety," he said.

Kaka was stunned for a few seconds, then he laughed dumbly. His lover, his Cristiano...

"You are the person who understands me best in the world, Cris. Am I unable to hide anything from you?" Kaka sighed and smiled, hugging the boy.

"I'll take this as a soul mate for now." Cristiano raised his eyebrows, then he stretched out two fingers and pushed up the muscles on Kaka's face. "Kaka, do you know how good a skin God has given you? Don't use it to act so mature. Learn from me."

Kaka understood his lover's hint and nodded in agreement.

"Learn from you?" Kaka curled his lips into a nasty arc and teased his sweetheart, "Aunt Dolores said last night that you don't care about other people's lives when you cry. I think there must be someone in our family who can control the tear glands."

Cristiano: "... Kaka, I forgot how bad and naughty you were. Goodbye, I won't miss you, little bastard."

Kaka laughed out loud and happily rubbed his lover's curly hair that he hadn't had time to apply hairspray on today. It felt great. "It's okay, I will miss you. I'm leaving now, Cris."

Cristiano made a nasal sound, and within two seconds he couldn't help but take back what he had said before: "Then I will miss you too."

Kaka lowered his head and smiled. His lover said one thing and meant another, and was hard on the outside but soft on the inside. He couldn't even last a minute.

He dragged his suitcase into the terminal. Before he had taken a few steps, Cafu and Nesta immediately grabbed his arms around his neck, one on each side. "Tsk, Kaka, you and your little friend are too close, aren't you?"

"Really?" Kaka smiled. He didn't intend to tell any of his teammates about their relationship right now. His smile was flawless and he didn't seem guilty at all. "We are indeed very good friends."

Cafu shrugged: "Known each other since childhood?"

"Almost." Kaka said.

Shevchenko stood a few steps away, folding his arms and looking at him.

The Ukrainian was somewhat skeptical about the words of this partner with whom he once worked closely. He originally thought that he knew the other party well enough, but it was not until recently that he discovered that Kaka was distant.

Although it didn't make them feel pushed away, he simply felt that if they couldn't get closer, then no one else could.

Until just now, he saw Kaka and Ronaldo standing together in the terminal. He found that the Kaka in front of Ronaldo was the Kaka who truly let go of his distance. It was very different, but it was good.

"Sheva?" Kaka noticed the Ukrainian's gaze and raised his eyebrows. "It's time to go."

"I'll be right there." Shevchenko responded. He walked a few steps past Kaka and whispered, "That Ronaldo is very different. It's great to have a friend like him, isn't it? I'm happy for you. I mean it."

Kaka looked at his teammates. He knew that Shevchenko always had terrible intuition. Perhaps it was the intuition of being a striker and shooter as well?

He smiled and nodded: "Thank you."

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Cristiano returned to the hotel. Since Dolores and Ms. Simone had decided to stay here for two more days, he had to make some arrangements to at least make the two mothers have a good time.

Just as we had finished making arrangements here, Mendes showed up at the other end.

When Cristiano saw Mendes's sullen expression, he smiled and patted his shoulder nonchalantly: "What's wrong, Jorge? What big problem can make you feel so difficult?"

Seeing this, Mendes could only sigh: "Now all the media are reporting that you are leaving Manchester United."

Cristiano didn't expect this statement. He couldn't help but laugh: "...Why? Just because I won the trophy?"

"Because Milan's male models and their head coach were photographed sitting in the VIP seats, and you even crossed most of the stadium and ran to their seats to celebrate." Mendes stroked his forehead. He knew Kaka would come to watch the game with his teammates and coach, but he never thought it would cause such public opinion.

"Now everyone thinks that this is your statement, that you use the goal as a stepping stone to open AC Milan."

Cristiano: “…”

He felt that his pure love for Kaka was polluted, and he jumped up: "Rumor! My goal was clearly for Kaka!"

Mendes subconsciously echoed Cristiano's words: "I knew you didn't plan to do that... Wait? Why did you give the goal to Kaka?"

"Why not?" Cristiano asked back, "We agreed that his goal in the Champions League final is also a gift from me."

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Mendes: "...sometimes I really don't understand your friendship. Won't it be seen as a provocation? You are in two different clubs and teams!"

Cristiano shrugged his shoulders: "We know that's not the case. As for others, if they have any opinions, they don't need to tell me, I don't care."

"Oh, you have to help me clarify this." Cristiano turned to Mendes, "My goal is definitely not for AC Milan! It's for Kaka, understand?"

Mendes thought this answer sounded even more bizarre, so he decided to ignore it for now.

"So you are not planning to leave Manchester United yet, right? Now there are many teams willing to pay the penalty clause to buy you. If you are willing, Real Madrid is willing to pay 64 million euros..." Mendes briefly described the current situation.

Cristiano interrupted him: "Not yet, I still want to get a Ballon d'Or at Manchester United. Real Madrid's offer is very high, but it will be higher in the future. Jorge, don't be too anxious, relax."

Mendes knew that Cristiano was more determined and firm in his plans for his football career than he was. Whenever he mentioned this, he would always feel puzzled. The 19-year-old teenager in front of him seemed to be more mature than himself and more familiar with the operation of an agent.

Cristiano patted Mendes on the shoulder: "Did Sir Alex call?"

"He asked when you were coming home," Mendes replied.

Cristiano smiled and said, "Soon."