Chapter 16
"What do you think this is?" Cristiano pulled the stunned Kaka, who looked like he was hit by a heavy hammer.
Kaka came back to his senses after hearing this. He looked at Cristiano and after a while, he showed a dazed smile.
He pulled Cristiano into his arms and buried his head in his shoulder: "It is the will of the Lord."
He used to pray to God day and night:
“Lord Jehovah, I praise you. You are the glorious God, the Lord who created the heavens and the earth. I ask your Holy Spirit to help me praise you. Help me to praise you with my heart and truth. You are the glorious God, the Lord who created the heavens and the earth.”①
"You promised me that when I praise you, you will remove all the bondage of my sins and give me full peace and joy in your presence. I ask you, when I praise you, please give my lover Cristiano Ronaldo dos Santos Aveiro, a lifelong companion and a loving partner, a love that lives up to our expectations, and a life without regrets..."
He thought God had forgotten him and had never responded to him, but now he realized that everything was the best arrangement.
Kaka tilted his head and kissed the tattoo behind Cristiano's ear. The skin gradually became hot under his lips.
Cristiano almost wrinkled his facial features into wrinkles on a bun. Is this the will of God? He couldn't bear to hear this now.
He had just said it casually. He believed the explanation of "soul power" more, even though he had never heard of it before.
"It is God's will to let me love you, to let me have you, to let me accompany you." Kaka took a deep breath, smiled and kissed the wrinkled lines on the tip of the young lover's nose.
His eyes were hot and somewhat out of control. He had to tilt his head and bury himself deeply in Cristiano's shoulder, breathing in the scent of his lover to calm himself down.
Oh, so, Cristiano relaxed after hearing his lover's words, that could be agreed this time, he curled the corners of his mouth and tilted his head close to his lover.
"I like that." Cristiano responded. He kissed the hair of his lover by his ear and felt his lover's body trembling slightly. He froze for a moment and felt a warm and wet touch on his neck. He asked softly, "Are you crying?"
“Yes, Cris, yes…” Kaka said softly, but his voice was firm and powerful, “but I feel better.”
Cristiano said nothing, but reached out and pressed his lover close to him, sighing deeply and contentedly.
He felt a sense of security he had never felt before. He kissed Kaka's neck until he slowly calmed down. His lover took back control and kissed his neck and face one after another.
Cristiano groaned softly as he was pressed gently but forcefully onto the bed by the other party.
The lover's palms were like invisible shackles, locking him in them willingly.
Cristiano opened his eyes, looked into the other person's eyes, and read the same emotions as his own.
"I love you, Cris, I love you." Kaka kissed the eyes of his beloved boy. The sensitive and delicate skin around his eyes turned red because of his emotions, and there was a wet luster under his eyes. He knew that they were the same.
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The two lingered in bed for nearly half an hour before getting up and going into the bathroom. Cristiano brushed his teeth and rinsed his mouth while muttering, "I'm going to be late."
"My bad." Kaka answered simply with a low laugh. He knew there was still enough free time before the afternoon training. Cristiano was a training fanatic, and he would not allow the training to be affected because of their relationship.
He stood beside Chris, and the two of them stood side by side in front of the small single sink, washing their faces and rinsing their mouths. They looked at their reflections in the mirror at the same time, and then laughed like two silly teenage boys.
The toothpaste bubbles in Chris' mouth flew out, and he deliberately rubbed some of the bubbles on Kaka's face, like an annoying high school student who had successfully pulled a prank.
"Cris..." Kaka looked at the laughing boy helplessly, and was really worried that Cristiano would accidentally swallow the mouthwash while laughing.
"Okay, I'm going to training. Do you want to visit Old Trafford?" Cristiano smiled and spit out the mouthwash, grabbing a towel to wipe his mouth.
"No, I think I'll stay here and wait for you to come back." Kaka replied. He grabbed the towel that Chris had casually wiped with and carefully wiped Chris's wet temples and forehead. "I don't have any place I want to go unless I'm with you."
Cristiano seemed pleased by this answer. He lowered his throat and said, "Then I'll come back as soon as I finish training, and then we'll go on a date. How about that?"
"This is your territory, you arrange it." Kaka lowered his head and looked close to Chris's smiling face, with a little pride and reserve on the boy's face.
This is his territory, of course, and Cristiano makes no bones about it.
Manchester United with Sir Alex Ferguson is his home, Real Madrid is his ocean liner, and Portugal is his root, the goddess for whom he is willing to pay any price and hold the crown high.
Cristiano showed up at the training ground on time in a very good mood.
If Cristiano is a lively and active person on weekdays, jumping up and down on the training ground, then Cristiano this afternoon was a shining mobile hormone. Everyone would be struck by the boy's big smile, and everyone could feel his pure joy and enthusiasm. No one could resist a boy who is already good-looking and handsome showing such an expression to themselves.
No one.
"Do you think this guy looks different today?" Van Nistelrooy asked Giggs, his eyebrows twitching. "I drank too much last night. What else did you do afterwards?"
"We also sent you drunk guys back." Giggs rolled his eyes, then looked at Chris, paused, and replied thoughtfully, "Probably, pure aftermath of the party?"
How could an ordinary party have such an effect? Giggs wasn't sure, but thinking about it, in a sense, it should be regarded as a welcome party that was a year late. Maybe it was because of this?
Rooney whispered: "I just know that if he continues to exude charm everywhere like this, the cleaners in the locker room will want to have sex with him."
Ferdinand and Keane passed behind him and both gave a warning at the same time.
Ferguson believes that the locker room party seems to have worked, and perhaps it should become a regular team activity in the future to help build relationships and promote cooperation.
Cristiano didn't care what others speculated. If social apps like Facebook and Twitter had not been developed yet, he would have posted a happy selfie to let the whole world know that today was a special day and how happy he was.
After the training, Cristiano took a shower as quickly as possible, changed into clean new clothes, put hairspray on his hair, sprayed him with fragrant perfume, and applied moisturizing, fruity and sweet lip balm.
He has to be well prepared.
Although today is not Christmas Eve yet, there are already Christmas decorations everywhere outside.
He thought it would be great if he had the chance to find a place, under a tree, and ask for a Christmas kiss.
Cristiano knew that his dating ideas were always too tacky, but he knew Kaka would not laugh at them. Compared to ordinary people who could only see the superficial superficiality, Kaka could always see his true heart.
So Cristiano did something big.
He ordered a box full of mistletoe wreaths—at least twenty of them—to be delivered to his door after his training.
He also bought a cute beanie with plush ears and an integrated scarf in a lovely pink color, and he could totally imagine how perfect it would be for Kaka.
Cristiano was ready, and just as he guessed, Kaka did not refuse the cute hat he prepared for him, with furry animal ears pressed against Kaka's long hair.
Chris whispered softly and held Kaka's face, kissing him left and right. He was so cute!
Kaka indulged his naughty lover to dress himself up again, a smile flashed in his eyes: "What about yours? Cris, don't we wear couple hats?"
Cristiano opened his mouth slightly. He felt that he would be stupid if he wore such a thing, so he didn't buy it at all. But, a couple hat?
Cristiano regretted it, couple hats! He loves everything that can be paired with Kaka, and he didn't even think of this!
"They should be everywhere on the streets." Kaka curled his lips.
Chris's thoughts are so easy to guess.
He took Cristiano's hand and went out openly.
Sure enough, there were similar hats on the street, and Kaka immediately bought Cristiano a bright red one that looked like an elk.
The stall owner laughed as soon as he saw it, this was obviously a childish prank between two grown boys.
Cristiano's face was red with excitement. He just liked walking and dating with Kaka in the street openly like this. There were too few such opportunities in his previous life, and Kaka was more worried about whether they would be photographed by the media, so he was never satisfied.
But this time was different. This time it was Kaka who took the initiative to grab his hand and walked to the street. This was meaningful. Cristiano couldn't describe what he felt, but he held Kaka's palm back hard to respond to this meaning.
Oh my God, he was so happy that he wanted to dance on the spot.
In fact, he did so. Cheerful music with a Christmas atmosphere came from the street shops. Chris grabbed Kaka and twisted on the spot in a funny and amusing way.
God really closed a window for these two football prides. God knows how they could dance so funny.
But happiness is contagious, and passers-by joined in, twisting their feet in strange and funny ways, and it ended up being a small impromptu carnival that boosted the stall owner’s sales of ugly hats!
Cristiano and Kaka quietly slipped out when the crowd was most excited. Chris laughed until his throat was a little hoarse: "Did you see that? Is this considered flash mob culture that appeared 20 years in advance?"
"This should be called Cristiano magic." Kaka also laughed and panted. They danced and ran wildly all the way out. The snowflakes could not stay on their shoulders for a second.
They ran to the grove in the park, with the moon and the shadows of the trees as the only listeners.
Chris raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "It sounds like a compliment to me."
Kaka laughed softly. He pulled down Cristiano's elk hat. The heavy decoration just blocked the sides of the two people and also blocked Kaka's kiss on the corner of Chris' mouth. It was a kiss with a sweet fruity smell: "Yes, Cris, without a doubt. Because you are so contagious."
As a superstar with 520 million fans around the world, no one can question his personal charm. Even across the screen and the Internet, people will be sincerely attracted by everything about him that is vivid, real and full of vitality.
Not to mention being on the scene.
Kaka could hear the unusually loud sound of his own heartbeat. This Cristiano was his, completely his.
What Cristiano showed to the outside world was only a small part of all his good qualities, and all the good things he kept in private were invisible to anyone else. How could he not fall for such a lover? After seeing such a perfect lover, how could he possibly fit anything else into his heart?
Kaka traced his lover's eyes and brows with kisses, regretting the past loss but feeling fortunate to have recovered it.
He once thought that letting go and cutting off ties with Cristiano was the only way out and the best way to protect his loved ones.
He felt the pain of being tortured at the wedding, but he firmly believed that it was what he deserved for his lies.
His new wife already knew all his stories. They took advantage of each other and acted as a model family in the eyes of the world. Without Cristiano, there is no room in his heart anymore.
Cristiano grinned proudly and accepted Kaka's praise, but he was more concerned about:
"Look, no one will think of us as a couple! We should just do what couples do openly!"
Cristiano waved his hands happily and almost knocked Kaka's woolen hat off. He shrank his neck and raised his hand to fix it for his lover.
Kaka laughed at Chris who felt guilty for a second: "You really don't worry about your football career at all."
Cristiano has always loved passionately and openly in the open. Even if that would get him into trouble, he would still fight back on the court against opponents who humiliated him for being gay.
At that time, he thought that as long as this relationship existed, he would be a burden to Cristiano.
Cristiano frowned when he heard that. He took Kaka's head and put their foreheads against each other. He stared into his eyes and said, "Don't tell me you are still thinking about this."
"I only know that I will accompany you to make all the decisions, no matter what they are." Kakara took Chris's hand, put it to his mouth and kissed his ring finger. His tone was so serious and pious, like a cherished promise.
Cristiano couldn't help but flick his fingers that were being kissed, and his ears began to feel hot.
He found that every time when he couldn't help but worry about the shadow of his previous life, his lover would suddenly make a huge turn, and the sense of security given by the straight ball caught him off guard.
Cristiano lowered his eyes, his long and thick eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes. He lowered his head and quietly and obediently shook Kaka's hand, and kissed the other's ring finger seriously: "The decision I want to make has never changed."
He wants Kaka. He doesn't care about making it public or concealing it, and he doesn't care about other people's speculation and slander. All he wants is the most equal and ordinary way of getting along with lovers in the world.
As for their professional career, in his eyes, as long as they are strong enough, there are teams that want them, and whether they are gay or not will not affect helping those clubs win the Champions League - this is what the bosses care about most.
The two exchanged a long kiss in the grove, and Cristiano panted and laughed softly: "Kaka, I feel like we are getting married."
They exchanged rings with kisses and promises with words. The moonlight and the shadows of the trees were the priests and witnesses.
"No, honey, I can give you something better." Kaka smiled, and he kissed his extremely satisfied lover as a reward, "I want to give you the best. So, I'm afraid you have to wait a little longer."
"Well, for the best, Mr. Ronaldo has plenty of patience." Cristiano rubbed his face, which could not help but smile foolishly, and said seriously.
The two of them were like innocent little boys in their first love. They walked out of the woods with red faces and strolled all the way back to their residence.
The box of mistletoe wreaths that Cristiano had ordered was still piled up at the door of the residence.
Cristiano tapped his head and muttered happily, "I almost forgot about this!"
Kaka looked over suspiciously: "What is it? All wreaths?"
"Mistletoe wreath." Cristiano corrected, he picked up the cardboard box and motioned Kaka to take out the house key from his trouser pocket, "It's the mistletoe that you should kiss when you stand under it."
Kaka felt the key against Cristiano's body temperature and opened the door. He couldn't help laughing and corrected, "I have to say that the origin of this is not mentioned in Norse mythology. This is purely an unorthodox custom derived from later love poems."
Cristiano wrinkled his nose. He was not interested in this. He was only interested in one thing: "So, are you going to kiss me under the mistletoe?"
He raised his chin slightly, looking like a proud little lion, with a cunning gleam in his brown eyes.
Kaka paused after hearing this, and threw away the Norse mythology and the story of the god Baldur: "Of course, my king."
Cristiano coughed lightly, then took out half of the wreath from the cardboard box and threw it to the other party: "Then hang them up."
"Okay." Kaka responded quickly, "Where should I hang it?"
Cristiano's ears and eyes began to turn red. He glared at his slow-witted lover, gritting his teeth. "You want to ask me? Hang it wherever you want!"
Kaka reacted.
——"Hang it where you want"
——"Hang it where you want to kiss me"
As an excellent attacking midfielder, Kaka's organizational ability and overall view played a role. He had quickly thought of the whole process in his mind -
He would bring the boy who had kissed him at the door into the hallway, press him under the curtains, and then move to the narrow single sofa, forcing the boy to straddle him, bend his flexible waist, and lean on his chest, then to the bedside, then to the bathroom sink, and then to the shower room...
Unfortunately, he forgot that half of the wreath was still in Cristiano's hand.
Cristiano, who has always been praised by commentators for being "very imaginative", naturally disrupted all the arrangements.
Their kiss turned into a strange and difficult pose challenge, and ended with a hilarious scene where neither of them could hold it.
Kaka held Chris's lower back and rubbed it hard twice as a punishment before letting go.
"Or do you want to follow my route?" Kaka bit the small piece of skin behind Chris' ear.
"...Just kissing?" Cristiano confirmed. "I have training tomorrow morning."
"……Um."
"God will bless those who don't lie." Cristiano happily kissed his lover's face, a brief minute of pragmatic faith.
He gave himself to the other person and enjoyed himself lazily.
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