Chapter 22
After the float parade ended, Cristiano finally got his own time back.
Portugal's victory in the trophy did indeed make Cristiano so excited and happy that he couldn't control his expression in front of the camera, but on the float, the person he thought about most was Kaka, only Kaka.
He even had the urge to jump off the float. He wanted to share this special and meaningful moment with his most important partner.
After the float was finally over, everyone was still too excited to sleep and made plans to book a bar or nightclub for some more partying, and Scolari acquiesced to the players' little indulgence.
Cristiano found an excuse to leave early, and Deco joked with their No. 17: "Children need to go back and rest early, and drink a glass of milk before going to bed! Otherwise, they won't grow taller, haha!"
Carvalho was silent for a moment after hearing this.
Look at Deco, who is less than 1.8 meters tall, and Cristiano, who is 19 years old and 1.84 meters tall, even two centimeters taller than himself.
He hugged his teammate who was already so happy that he couldn't touch the edge: "Although Cristiano is always tackled on the court and looks thin, you have to know that he doesn't have to worry about not growing taller."
Goalkeeper Ricardo laughed the loudest.
Deco: “…”
Cristiano ignored the fun in nightclubs and bars, he just wanted to get back to Kaka immediately.
"Where are you? Don't tell me you've already gone to the airport." Cristiano called Kaka's cell phone and prayed in his heart, "Then I'll go to the airport to find you right away!"
"I'm in the hotel, Cris. I don't want to miss tonight." Kaka smiled. He looked at the people in the room, made a gesture, and walked to the balcony of the hotel room with his phone. "We have booked a flight for tomorrow morning."
He looked at the time and was a little surprised that the meeting ended earlier than he expected: "You're back?"
"We're almost at your hotel." The voice on the other end of the phone was still breathless, and Cristiano lowered his voice, "Figo and the others are going to book the bar all night, so I came back first."
"I just want to see you." Cristiano said, and there was a hint of softness in his tone that he didn't even notice, as if he was acting coquettishly.
Hearing this, Kaka couldn't help but hold the phone tightly and asked in a low voice: "Cris, where are you?"
"Well, I'll tell you later. You're still in the hotel, right?" Cristiano asked.
"Yes." Kaka responded. As if he had sensed something, he suddenly looked towards the hotel swimming pool outside the balcony.
There is a dense patch of tall trees planted near the swimming pool, and behind the trees is the low wall of the hotel, which is less than a hundred meters away from the back of Cristiano's hotel.
"Then you go to the swimming pool now, hey, I'll be there soon!" Cristiano's tone was filled with unconcealed pride.
Kaka curled up the corners of his mouth, as if he had already seen his lover coming out from between the wall and the bushes.
However, he could hear the expectation hidden in Cristiano's words, as if he had prepared a surprise and was waiting to announce it quietly, so he cooperated with a hint of doubt: "Swimming pool?"
"Yes, it's the swimming pool." Cristiano's voice sounded even more proud. "Don't think too much, you'll know when you get there!"
"Okay." Kaka responded.
He strode out of the room and headed for the pool deck.
When he got there, Cristiano was already crouching in the bushes.
Cristiano saw his lover striding towards him and he couldn't help but grinning like a fool.
His partner in the moonlight was wearing the most ordinary white shirt and casual pants, but it was incredibly beautiful. He had to agree with the media for once - the accuracy of the statement about the "Son of God".
What a shame, the Son of God loves the very same fallen Son of Satan that you media are talking about. Cristiano thought evilly in his heart.
However, compared to his previous life, Cristiano is better received by the media in this life - but only slightly. After all, his temper and personality cannot be changed. He never lies or tells lies, which always hurts the fragile and sensitive nerves of some people.
"Surprise! Kaka!" Cristiano saw the opportunity and suddenly jumped out from the bushes.
Although he was mentally prepared, Kaka was still a little frightened by the elusive boy. He hugged his lover who threw himself in front of him with a smile, and with a little force in his arms, he easily lifted Chris off the ground.
This is the umpteenth time today that Cristiano's feet have left the ground.
He twitched his lips, resolute in his determination to gain muscle, and subjectively ignored the fact that even a 37-year-old Cristiano could still be knocked and kicked off the ground on the court.
He buried his head and hugged Kaka, laughing so hard that his chest was shaking: "I won! Do I deserve any reward?"
Kaka looked at Chris, and he smiled as he removed a small piece of grass from his lover's hair. Chris's clothes were also rubbed with black wall dust, and coupled with Cristiano's silly smile -
His champion boy looked like a little tramp who sneaked into a five-star hotel.
Kaka is extremely soft-hearted. He knows that sooner or later he will give up all his bottom lines because of such a Cristiano and give Cristiano everything he wants, even if those are crazy and deviant.
His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he controlled the urge to kiss Chris.
"Isn't the Delaunay Cup your reward?" Kaka knew what reward Chris wanted, but he deliberately did not respond in that way. Instead, he smiled and put Chris down first, then grabbed his lover's hand and walked into the hotel.
Back in the room is their real secret space.
"That counts as one. But I asked what you gave me." Cristiano retorted. Kaka's palm was a circle bigger than his. He grinned and made a face, and his fingers curled up restlessly in his lover's palm and grabbed it twice.
Kaka turned his head to look at Chris. He couldn't help wanting to play a little trick on his lover, so he deliberately added a meaningful hint in his tone: "Do you want it now?"
Cristiano understood instantly, and he tightened his grip on Kaka's hand with a little more force. Then he turned his head to reveal his ears, which had turned red first. He coughed lightly and said, "Then you can give it to me when we get back to the room."
Kaka laughed when he saw this, and he flicked Cristiano's ear with his other hand: "Cris, if you want a better gift, you can ask for something better."
Cristiano immediately realized that he had been fooled. He glared at Kaka and curled his lips. Despite this, he still held Kaka's hand tightly: "Okay, okay. Then kiss me, is that not too much?"
"Cris..." Kaka laughed and helplessly brought Chris into the hotel.
He couldn't hug Chris tightly at this moment, nor could he kiss Chris's lips that were pursed subconsciously because his wish was not fulfilled. He could only quickly touch Chris's cheek when he reached the corner of the blind spot and sighed softly: "Then you are too easily satisfied."
Cristiano raised his eyebrows, narrowed his eyes slightly and snorted: "Who told you not to fulfill my most desired wish?"
Kaka just smiled and didn't answer Chris.
God knows how much he wants to have Chris. He wants to gather the proud and dazzling Chris into his arms, wants to see Chris sleeping on his chest, wants to take him to experience the most extreme happiness when Chris sobs and grabs his arms and shoulders, wants Chris to curl up in his arms contentedly and make cute snoring sounds, and wants to kiss Chris's eyelids that turn red when he is passionate...
But not right now.
"Here is the door card, come in." Kaka handed the door card to Cristiano and motioned Chris to open the hotel room door.
Cristiano raised his eyebrows when he saw this: "You didn't install some colorful ribbon mechanism in it, did you? It took me a lot of effort to pick off those tiny ribbons..."
He swiped the door card and pushed the door open while muttering to himself.
"Cristiano!" A cheer suddenly broke out from inside the goal, startling Cristiano so much that he shivered subconsciously, and then was pushed in by Kaka on his back.
Cristiano's eyes widened, and he saw Dolores and Simeone coming up to him with smiles on their faces and hugging him, while his father, Dinis, and Bosco, who were sitting on the small sofa, stood up and clapped with smiles.
Digan jumped up from behind the two ladies and threw a handful of streamers at Cristiano: "Even though Kaka didn't let me throw this, I have to say, it would be a shame to celebrate without some rainbow streamers!"
"You...how come you are here?! Oh my God...I mean, this is amazing!" Cristiano opened his mouth wide, and stretched out his arms to hug the two ladies who came over, and then saw Dinis walking towards him.
Dennis looked much rosier than he had a few months ago, and he had even gained some weight, no longer looking like a skinny old man - in fact, Dennis was only fifty years old, but the burdens and pressures he had suffered in the past made him look a year older than his actual age.
He walked towards his little son, and gently placed his big palm on Cristiano's shoulder. He smiled, and looking at the boy's rapidly red eyes, he said in a low and gentle voice: "Little Chris, Portugal is proud of you, and I am proud of you too. You will be the best player in history."
Cristiano lowered his head and tears fell like crazy, he couldn't control them at all.
When he heard these words in his previous life, it was several years after Dinis' death. He accidentally saw an early video about his father in an interview. He had no idea when it was recorded, and his father never had the opportunity to see him become the best player.
He didn't think of bringing his family to the European Cup this time, because he knew how nervous Dolores would be when watching the game, which would be bad for her heart.
But he didn't expect that there would be such a surprise waiting for him here.
"Kaka arranged it for us. Hugo and the others have work and exams, so your father and I are the only ones here," Dolores said.
She looked at her youngest son with amusement, coughed lightly, turned her head and said to Simone, "He is like a child who never grows up. He always cries. There is really nothing we can do about him."
Simeone gently patted Cristiano's shoulder, smiled and said softly: "That's great, it's happiness to be a child who never grows up. I hope these two children never grow up."
“That’s true,” Dolores agreed with a smile.
She pushed her little son who was only grinning and sobbing: "Don't cry, Chris, you should thank Kaka."
Cristiano seemed to have just come to his senses. He turned around and hugged Kaka tightly, crying: "Thank you, um, thank you baby..."
He was crying so hard that he was hiccuping, and his words were stuck in his mouth so no one could hear what he said. Only the word "thank you" could be vaguely heard.
Kaka put his arms around the boy's back and hugged him tightly. He pressed Chris's head into his shoulder and patted him gently, kissing his hair inconspicuously: "You're welcome Cris, this is what you wanted, right?"
Cristiano nodded vigorously.
He once talked to Kaka about his family, his father, his regrets, and they talked about everything, but he never thought that all these were kept in mind by his lover.
"Whatever you want, I will do it for you, Cristiano." Kaka whispered so that only the two of them could hear it, and kissed the top of the boy's head like a sigh. This action looked very intimate, but no one thought there was anything wrong with it.
Cristiano cried even harder.
Dolores saw that her little son only cared about crying and didn't care about others. She covered her face and said, "Forget it, let him cry for a while. He will get better slowly. But let's go to the next room first, otherwise he might be embarrassed to come out later."
"Let Kaka stay with us, let's go, Dolly." Simone took Dolores' arm and walked out first, leaving the two boys some private space.
Bosco received his wife's gaze and called to Denis: "Come on, let's go out and smoke a couple of cigarettes."
When Kaka and Cristiano were the only ones left in the room, Cristiano was able to slowly control his crying.
He buried his face in his lover's clothes. He cried too much today, even for Cristiano Ronaldo, it was too much. He suspected that his eyes were swollen.
He still remembered what Kaka had said just now. He gently grasped his lover's collar, his voice hoarse from crying too much. He asked, "So what do you want, Kaka? Let me do something, right now."
"Dear, all I want is now." Kaka lowered his head and pressed it against Cristiano's forehead. He smiled and reached out to wipe away the messy tears on Cristiano's face. He said again, "All I want is now, just this."
As he said this, he cupped Cristiano's face, gave him a kiss so light that it was almost imperceptible, and then held him tightly in his arms.
He wanted to stop missing every important moment of Cristiano, and he has achieved it. He has no more greedy wishes.
Cristiano shook his head and clung to his lover: "I can give you more."
"I can give you everything I have, you know, you know it forever. I'm here, no matter when, no matter what you want, you can ask me for it." Cristiano pulled down Kaka's hand and held it in his palm, like a treasure.
"I'll give it to you," Cristiano said.
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