Chapter 122
The celebration after the award ceremony took place on the field, with champagne everywhere. Even Cristiano couldn't help but drink a few with Figo and the others in such an atmosphere.
His face flushed with joy, and he didn't care even though the champagne was sprayed on his body and hair.
Cristiano, holding a bottle of champagne in his arms, jumped around teammates like Figo, Deco, Costa, and cheered as he squeezed into the crowd. Then he was caught by his teammates and they celebrated together.
The players' families also came to the stadium.
Dolores found her little son in the crowd, his face flushed with joy and his little curly hair wet. She couldn't help laughing and crying. She wiped the wine off Chris's head and hugged Chris tightly in her arms with a smile.
"We are all so proud of you, my child."
Then there were Denis, Hugo, and his two sisters.
Kaka stood next to Cristiano's family, holding his fingers tightly at his side and showing his lover a big smile.
He had to clench his fists and let his nails pierce into his palms. The pain would keep him awake in such an atmosphere and not lose control and kiss Cristiano excitedly.
Cristiano met Kaka's eyes. He quickly broke free from Alma's arms, then trotted a few steps and excitedly jumped onto his lover: "Kaka!"
Kaka held Cristiano's thighs with both hands, and he felt a hot breath with the sweet aroma of wine and malt rushing towards him. He looked down at Cristiano, and the boy bumped into his chest. He couldn't help but tighten his arms.
Hold me tighter, tighter.
Cristiano buried his whole face in Kaka's chest. His breathing became rapid and heavy. He tightly grasped the clothes on Kaka's back: "Kaka, I did it. We did it. This is not a dream..."
"Of course this is not a dream. I always believe that you can do it, Cristiano." Kaka lowered his head and buried his head in Cristiano's ear. His nose was filled with the sweet scent of the boy, with the smell of perfume and wine.
He solemnly bit the boy's name, those syllables rolled on the tip of his tongue, he took a deep breath, with the warmth and satisfaction in his chest, he leaned close to Cristiano's ear and whispered: "I'm proud of you, Cris."
Cristiano hugged Kaka tightly, he nodded vigorously without saying a word, he knew he could no longer hold back his tears, he used his lover's white shirt as a tissue, buried his whole face in it and refused to show it.
Kakato hugged his boy and tightened his grip. The hot muscles in his palms felt soft and full. The golden ribbons floated down as if there was no end, landing in front and behind them.
He tilted his head to look at the furry head in his arms, and at the golden ribbons flying in the sky, and thought to himself that Cristiano was most suitable for such dazzling colors.
After the carnival celebration, Figo led everyone back to the bus. He squinted his eyes, turned around drunkenly, and grabbed Deco and asked, "Did you see Cristiano? Is that kid still there?"
"Cristiano? Ha, Figo, didn't you see? He was taken away by Kaka! Of course, his family too, they left first." Deco said, he yawned, rested his head on the car window, waved his hand, "Drive, I have a terrible headache, it must be because I shouted too loudly just now and I'm short of oxygen..."
Carvalho laughed and stood on the car and shouted jokingly: "Where is Ricardo? Is Ricardo in the car?"
Ricardo drank the most. He lay down in the last row of the bus and raised his hand drunkenly: "Uh - who called me? Is Chris going to watch a movie again? Let me go - ugh -"
Before Ricardo almost vomited, Pauleta tore open the plastic bag and put it on Ricardo's end in time.
Figo sobered up instantly. Was Cristiano taken away by Kaka?
How the hell had he not noticed? He gritted his teeth secretly, but there was nothing he could do.
Forget it, Cristiano deserves a night of partying. Figo compromised in his heart.
On the Kaka side, Mendes prepared a medium-sized minibus for them, which could seat fifteen people, just right for carrying Cristiano and his group to and from the hotel and the stadium.
Mendes saw Kaka holding Cristiano's hand and returning to the car.
His talented striker, who had shined in this World Cup and whose value had skyrocketed, was the eye of the storm of discussion. Now he was clearly drunk and was walking back while being held by Kaka's hand without any struggle or resistance.
Mendes' eyes almost popped out of his head. He had seen too many of Cristiano's outgoing and unbridled behavior. He had also occasionally seen Cristiano sobbing and having to be hugged and comforted, but this was the first time he had seen him look like this.
Tipsy, happy, quiet, obedient, soft... like strawberries soaked in a honey pot, all red, but everyone can smell the sweetness.
Cristiano held Kaka's hand tightly. He half-closed his eyes and stepped onto the steps of the bus. Seeing Mendes sitting in the front row, he grinned at the man: "Hi - Jorge -"
Mendes: “…Oh my god, how much did he drink?”
"I didn't drink much, even just low-alcohol champagne." Kaka replied, hugging Cristiano's waist tightly with a helpless look.
His boy seemed to be certain that he would not let go, let alone let him fall to the ground, and he leaned even more on Kaka, like a boneless teddy bear, with his hands hooked around his lover's neck, lowering his head and rubbing him from time to time, his soft lips rubbing against the sensitive skin beside his neck.
Kaka's ears and neck turned red, and he tensed his body, afraid that Mendes would notice something.
"Jorge, I'm not drunk." Cristiano rubbed his lover's neck, slowly raised his face and looked at his old friend. He emphasized, "I'm just too happy."
"Okay, okay." Mendes rolled his eyes to the sky. He saw Kaka making a gesture to him, meaning that Cristiano finished half a bottle of champagne by himself.
That's great. Next time he will limit and warn Chris to drink only a quarter of the amount.
Mendes looked back and forth between Kaka and Cristiano. If it weren't for Dolores and Simeone standing by - the families of Cris and Kaka were not surprised by this scene and looked very calm - even the families of the two boys thought that there was nothing wrong with such intimacy, how could he be so sensitive?
Besides, Cristiano really knows how to act like a spoiled child to people older than him.
Mendes thought again of the boy's success in the club and the national team, and he felt that the scene of Kaka taking care of Chris and Chris relying on Kaka was not so wrong.
He must have dealt with too many posts on the mysterious forum, which is why everything seems wrong to him now.
——Mendes even wanted to hire two bodyguards for Cristiano. The mysterious forum during the World Cup has intensified. Just now, just after the final, Mendes noticed that a post was opened on the mysterious forum, which quickly attracted hundreds of replies. The main post even had only one picture and two words:
That's wonderful. [Share image]
The picture was taken at the scene. It should be that the game had just ended. Cristiano was pulled out from under the stack of people. He was covered in grass debris, panting, with a flush under his eyes after exercise. His clothes were pulled out of shape, and his shorts were almost pulled off, revealing a large area of clearly defined waist muscles and mermaid line, which was barely visible in the waistband of his pants.
The comments below were so scary that Mendes almost thought he had accidentally entered a parking lot website.
Seal all posts.
Do these bastards have to be so scary? Mendes was mentally freaking out, his little cash cow was only twenty-one years old! Those comments are too much even for the 31-year-old Cristiano!
Mendes thought angrily in his heart.
He waved his hand to signal Kaka and Cristiano to sit in the back row first.
"Remember to draw the curtains." Mendes reminded Kaka that Cristiano must not be photographed in this state by reporters and the media, otherwise it would definitely be used as a big deal.
Kaka responded, pulled the curtain on his side of the car tightly, and hid Cristiano's face in his arms.
Seeing that Kaka's moves couldn't be more skillful, Mendes nodded slightly at Kaka and gave him an affirmative look.
Kaka responded with a slightly guilty smile.
After returning to the hotel, Dolores naturally handed her little son to Kaka. She smiled and kissed Kaka's face, and said softly: "Then Chris will be left to you to take care of. Good night, dear."
Simeone also kissed the side of Kaka's face: "Take good care of Chris, he is tired enough tonight."
"I will." Kaka responded with a smile.
Denis looked at his little son, who was now smiling foolishly and standing at the door of the hotel room, staring at Kaka. Kaka, on the other hand, put his arm around Chris' waist, the implication of ownership being obvious and self-evident.
He couldn't help but stroke his forehead.
"Go to bed early, kids." Denis pursed his lips, raised his hand and patted Kaka's shoulder, using a little force, and looked at the young man.
Kaka paused.
He thought he heard a hint of warning from the veteran.
When the two were finally able to enter the room, they found each other's lips almost at the same time, intertwining their heads and exchanging breaths.
Kaka tightened his embrace, crossing his hands to hug Cristiano's back. The young boy's back muscles were thin and tough but full of strength, and the muscles were full and soft. He tightened his strength again and again, and the kiss was like the low clouds before the storm, so heavy that it seemed to completely deprive the other person of his breath.
Cristiano opened his eyes slightly, he put his arms around the back of Kaka's head, his eyes seemed unable to focus, a soft hum came from his nose, and the saliva that he couldn't swallow in time flowed down the corners of his mouth.
Kaka slowly let go of Chris. He gently stroked his lover's face, wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth with his fingertips, and then gently pecked and sucked it away again and again.
His kisses were dense and soft, and Cristiano felt so comfortable that he inserted his fingers into his lover's hair, pulling it slightly and entwining it with his fingertips.
"Cris, let me take you to relax your muscles. You'll need this tonight." Kaka whispered.
He picked up Cristiano easily and strode to the steam room that came with the hotel suite.
After adjusting the facilities and temperature in the steam room, he squatted in front of Cristiano and carefully and gently took off the boy's clothes.
Cristiano obediently raised his hands and let Kaka take off his jersey and then his shoes.
Kaka held Cristiano's calf and placed it on his thigh. He patiently untied the laces on his sneakers, took off his sneakers, and rolled down his over-the-knee red socks.
Cristiano's calves were so thin and lean that Kaka could almost hold them in one hand. These beautifully curved calves were covered with scars of varying ages. His knees were a light pink, all of which showed the battles he had experienced.
Kaka's eyes deepened. He lowered his head and kissed Cristiano's knees and knees. His kisses moved down along the medal-like scars. He held Cristiano's overly thin ankles and placed delicate and gentle kisses on them.
Cristiano shrank back subconsciously. He groaned in fear, his voice was sweet and soft, soaked in champagne: "Kaka?"
"You said I needed a muscle relaxer." Cristiano winked.
In fact, he was about 70% sober before getting off the car, but he took advantage of his drunkenness to openly occupy his lover in front of everyone.
He coughed lightly and looked at Kaka pleadingly. He knew that he didn't have the energy to do anything else tonight.
Kaka smiled, he pulled back Cristiano's dodging feet, then leaned over and kissed Cristiano's eyes, which were a little pleading and a little moist from the sweat. Those innocent eyes, like a puppy's, seemed to be questioning him in his heart.
He had to confess to God, but not now.
"I know, Cris, believe me, I won't do anything to make you uncomfortable." Kaka said softly. He took Cristiano's hand and tilted his head to kiss his lover's sensitive wrist.
The temperature in the sauna room was very high, and the air was filled with steam. Cristiano slowly relaxed.
A muscle relaxer, like the ones they usually did after a game.
Cristiano opened his eyes and looked at the wooden ceiling of the sauna room above his head slightly out of focus. He thought so in his heart. The only difference was that today's muscle relaxation was in the sauna room, and the person who did the relaxation for him was not his physical therapist, but his lover.
Cristiano's ears were so red that they were almost the same color as his jersey. He couldn't help licking his lips, and his lips, which were always plump and moist, became even more moist. Damn it, why did he feel so over it?
Is it possible that he will never be able to enjoy muscle relaxation normally again?
Cristiano's mind was full of random thoughts, and he couldn't stop his lover from performing professional exercises to relax his leg muscles.
"Cris, just relax your muscles, relax a little." Kaka looked at Cristiano, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he gently patted his lover's tightly stretched leg muscles, and the plump muscles trembled slightly.
“Kaka!”
…
Portugal's World Cup victory parade is scheduled for the night three days later. It will parade around the streets around the Berlin Olympic Stadium in a closed-circuit manner, and then return to Portugal for a grand float parade in Lisbon, the capital of Portugal.
The Lisbon float parade takes place during the day. Lisbon, where it is spring all year round, has a sea breeze and clusters of blooming flowers along the streets.
Cristiano once stood on such a parade float. In 2016, they brought back the first gold cup for Portugal in the previous life. The float surrounded Lisbon, and the Portuguese people showered them with flowers and sang songs along the way.
It's just that at that time, the teammates surrounding him were a young Portuguese team who trusted him wholeheartedly. Those younger teammates were not as excited as he was to the point of completely losing control. There were only a few good friends who had accompanied him all the way, who hugged him tightly, cried and laughed together.
They all spontaneously left the award-giving stage and the gorgeous photos to the young people, who sang and danced, cried and laughed in the corner of the float.
And now, it is Portugal's golden generation, shining as a song. Figo and his teammates pushed him to the front of the gold cup. They hugged him and also hugged the gold cup. Under the colorful salute streamers, the flashing spotlights recorded their video footage.
After the World Cup, Cristiano did not return to England immediately. He went on vacation to the sea with his family and Kaka's family for a full half month before returning.
English fans started posting in the period just after the World Cup - "He'd better never come back to England! No one is looking forward to him! No one welcomes him!" Later on, it gradually evolved into - "He hasn't returned to England yet? Didn't The Sun catch him? Where did he go!"
The comments below are full of onlookers and jokes from fans from various countries, as if they are treating this series as the best show of the year.
[Who exactly does “he” refer to?] I keep seeing these posts with unclear references recently! Who's going back to England? (doge)】
【That man】
[Who is that man?] ? 】
[See who England fans hate the most. Whoever kicks England back is the one]
[Well...it's not shameful for England to lose to the champion]
[Ahhh damn it, didn’t that man say he would come back? ! The training ground has been open for business as usual for almost a week! That guy never misses training! How come I haven't found him yet? 】
【? Do you England fans want him to come back or not? I don’t understand.]
[I still hate him. If he dares to come back, he should be prepared to face the wrath of all English people.]
[But he won the World Cup Golden Boot... so good, if Manchester United sells it, my home team should buy it.]
[Clicked on the homepage above and took a look, Arsenal fans? Emmmm, aren’t you short of money? This time it should be even worse, right? 】
【……】
No matter how heated the online discussion is, it will not affect Cristiano's good mood on vacation.
After the World Cup, the progress bar of the life seed system in his and Kaka's system finally reached 100%. The system originally gave him and Kaka a life seed each, and they put them together into the gestation environment generated by the system.
Now, their favorite thing to do every day is to use the full three hours of system time and gather in the space to observe the changes in the two little lives.
The progress bar in the system space dropped back from 100% to 0.01%, and it was slowly crawling forward every day.
After a full week of playing on Cristiano's yacht, the tabloids finally took pictures of Cristiano on vacation.
When the British found out that the champion boy who had troubled them so much was even happily sunbathing on the yacht, they all felt extremely angry as if they had been fooled.
Cristiano doesn't care about that. He firmly believes that no matter what he does, those people will find reasons to hate him.
Ferguson called him two days ago and told him not to rush back to training and to take a good rest for a while.
Cristiano followed the coach's words throughout.
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