Chapter 7
Cristiano had no power to resist the other's tears. He held Kaka's face and wiped away his tears in a hurry: "How are you...Okay, okay."
Cristiano was afraid that their noise would wake up his family completely. His house was still decorated in an old-fashioned style, and the wooden boards creaked when he stepped on them. The noise was loud enough when he ran downstairs just now, and he didn't dare to take Kaka back to the bedroom.
So he had to half-carry the young man and half-walk out to the street. The cold wind made him remember that he was not wearing a coat or even slippers, and he just ran out barefoot.
Cristiano became more and more depressed as he walked. Looking at the koala that was wrapped around him, he muttered in a low voice: "Didn't he go to find Caroline? Why is he coming here again now? I've decided to keep my distance..."
"I don't allow it." Kaka interrupted Cristiano's muttering. Even though the boy's words were so soft that he almost talked to himself, he still heard every word. He saw Chris's eyes suddenly widen, with a hint of unnaturalness and shame of being exposed.
Kaka didn't realize how strong his tone was, nor how hard he grasped Cristiano's hand. He only knew that he couldn't let their relationship retreat any further: "Cris, God gave me guidance to find you, so that I can repair the regrets with a soul and body that completely belongs to you."
He looked at the surprise on the young Cristiano's face. The boy never knew how to hide his expression, and his immature face made the surprise and joy look particularly soft.
Kaka's heart was sore and tightly kneaded. He gently held Chris's neck, and his warm palms pressed against the beating of the other's pulse.
He carefully and devoutly kissed the other's slightly cold neck, bit by bit, and then kissed the young man's trembling eyelashes. His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of pleading: "You know, I belong to you, I will always belong to you."
Chris's breathing became disordered and he lowered his eyes unconsciously, trying to suppress the crazy emotions that surged up in his heart. It was very complicated, with ecstasy, disbelief, satisfaction and uneasiness.
He really couldn't believe that "guidance from God" would come out of Kaka's mouth. It was even more impossible than Kaka's apostasy, but since the other party said so, Chris decided to believe it without reservation.
Cristiano pursed his lips tightly to avoid making any embarrassing strange noises. He had to adjust himself quickly and give Kaka a good answer.
Chris took a deep breath, just like he took a deep breath before taking a free kick, but tears kept falling from his young, well-developed tear glands, completely out of control.
He pouted hard, it couldn't be more embarrassing.
This time it was Kaka's turn to be at a loss. He didn't want to make Chris cry, at least not in this place. Chris could cry on the bed, on the sofa, in the bathroom, or even on the marble countertop in the kitchen, but not here.
Kaka kissed away the young lovers' tears and explained in a low voice: "Today's lunch was when I officially broke up with Caroline and her family, not as reported in the tabloids. After lunch, we flew here immediately."
Cristiano looked at Kaka in surprise, not knowing whether he should be surprised at the fact that was completely different from the newspaper news, or should he focus on another issue -
"We?" Cristiano made a puzzled snort, and then he sneezed.
Cristiano pinched his nose awkwardly, and shivered from the cold as he stepped his left foot on the instep of his right foot.
Kaka then noticed that his lover was barefoot, and he exclaimed, "Oh my God, Cris!"
Cristiano subconsciously shrank his neck, and the next second, he was picked up by Kaka, who was 1.8 meters tall, and held his waist like climbing a tree. He subconsciously hugged the other's waist with his legs: "Kaka?!"
"Let's go back to the hotel first, it's nearby. Damn, I didn't notice this, it's my fault, I'm sorry Cris, I'm sorry baby..." Kaka held his lover's lower back tightly with one hand and placed the other hand on his lover's bare soles, which were so cold that he felt very annoyed.
Cristiano kicked his feet awkwardly: "Can the son of God swear? Come on, it's itchy."
Kaka just responded to the question of "Can I say dirty words?" with a light kiss. He hugged his boy tightly without giving him any chance to refuse and asked softly, "Are you cold? Hold on tight."
Cristiano knew that he had no chance of getting his feet on the ground. Although Kaka seemed to be good-tempered to everyone, he actually had a stronger desire for control than anyone else, but it was just hidden under his good appearance and politeness.
If asked why he knew it so clearly, Cristiano thought of the many nights they had spent together. His lover was gentle but strong, intense and passionate, and he was always the one who obeyed and surrendered.
Chris buried his head in Kaka's chest, leaving only a pair of red ear tips exposed.
Oh my god.
Kaka was wearing a coat. He took it off and put it in front of Cristiano, completely covering the boy's head. Even if they walked into the lobby, no one would see who Kaka was holding.
At midnight, the streets and hotel lobbies of Lisbon were almost empty.
Kaka successfully brought Cristiano back to their suite.
Bosco, Simone and Digan were all in two small rooms. When they heard the door outside open, they ran out immediately. However, before they could make any sound, they saw their eldest son raising his index finger at them and shushing them silently.
Simone noticed with his sharp eyes the bulging shape hidden under his eldest son's coat.
She took a breath silently, and then she heard a faint voice coming from the pile of clothes: "Kaka, is it ok?"
"We're almost there, be careful not to get photographed." Kaka replied calmly.
Cristiano was so quiet upon hearing this that he dared not move. It was a good thing that the two of them were not as famous as they were in the previous life, otherwise how could there be the peace now?
Chris carefully clamped Kaka's waist with his legs, using all his core strength, for fear that his weight would put some burden on the other's spine.
Kaka held the boy's beautiful, flexible waist and didn't tell Chris that the boy was not only shorter than him but also looked a little malnourished, so it was not a big deal for him to carry any weight. But he maliciously and rightfully coveted Chris's cautiousness, preference and consideration.
He kissed the boy's hair through his coat, looked at his family, and gave them a look - go back.
Simone reacted quickly to cover his younger son's mouth, which almost made him scream, and dragged his younger son back to the room quickly.
Poor Digan's face turned red, half because of being covered and half because of excitement.
Oh my God, this was the first time he saw Kaka like this!
"Mom and Dad! Kaka actually brought someone back!" Di Gan couldn't suppress his excitement and couldn't help but shout in a low voice as soon as he returned to the room.
"I saw it." Simone said calmly, and then she frowned with worry, "I also saw that the child was barefoot and looked like..."
Digan quickly replied: "It seems like he was kicked out. Kaka must have gone to look for someone in the middle of the night, got discovered, and then was kicked out!"
Simone covered his mouth: "Oh my God..."
Bosco's face wasn't looking good either. "Ricky was too impulsive. We should go to their house tomorrow to apologize and explain. I hope the child's family can forgive these two children."
"That's right, that's right." Simeone responded with some concern.
Kaka had no idea to what extent his family had imagined. He carried Cristiano into his room. The heating in the room was on the constant temperature. He carefully put his lover on the bed and took off his coat.
Cristiano's hair was messed up by his coat, and his face was flushed. "Huh, Kaka, you were too impulsive this time. Fortunately, no one noticed."
Kaka laughed softly. He raised his hand to ruffle Cristiano's hair. His fingers fell on the boy's red and soft earlobe and twisted it gently. He leaned in and kissed Chris's cheek, almost whispering: "Maybe it's because I've waited too long and I really can't help it."
Cristiano looked at Kaka, but before he could ask more questions, he suddenly turned around and said, "I'll get some hot water for you. Soak in it for a while to warm up."
"Oh." Chris scratched his head and agreed, then stood up and walked to the bathroom, "I can do it myself, do you want to join us?"
Kaka paused and turned to look at Chris. Chris didn't expect the other party to stop suddenly and almost bumped into him. The distance between the two was shortened to a very close distance in an instant.
Cristiano met Kaka's gaze and suddenly realized how ambiguous his words were. He cleared his throat awkwardly: "I mean, you've been in the cold wind for so long, are you just going to take a hot shower together?"
Of course, it doesn’t have to be simple. Cristiano thought in his heart that they were not really a pair of innocent twenty-year-old boys in love, they had been to many places.
Kaka took two deep breaths, filled the bathtub with hot water, and motioned Cristiano to sit in.
"As I remember, you are not yet eighteen years old?" Kaka asked suddenly as he watched his lover's young body sinking into the water.
Mr. Cristiano Ronaldo was instantly like a furious lion: "No way, no way, you are giving me this reason? My soul has already reached adulthood!"
"The eighteen-year-old standard is for your health. You will be the world's top athlete, so... just take a hot bath." Kaka's Adam's apple rolled up and down, then he bent down and kissed Chris's slightly hot forehead, and quickly walked out of the bathroom.
Chris buried half of his face under the water. He saw the changes in Kaka's body and then his ears turned red in disbelief.
God, has the facial control ability that he was so proud of in his previous life also degenerated with age?
Cristiano soaked in the hot water for a while and then came out. As soon as he opened the bathroom door, he saw Kaka sitting by the door with his knees bent, as if he had been waiting there for a while.
He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
He felt that he should be the uneasy one - it was too unbelievable that a devout believer was suddenly willing to give up everything to be with him - but now, when he saw Kaka, he felt that the other party seemed to be on the verge of fear and collapse at all times.
Chris was stunned for a moment, then squatted down, squeezed into Kaka's arms, gently hugged Kaka's head and pressed it into his chest.
"Kaka," Cristiano whispered, "Our nightmare will never end, right?"
Kaka suddenly grabbed Chris's hand in panic: "Yes, we can do it."
"Shh, I don't mean that it's a bad thing if it can't be turned over. I just want to tell you that things that can't be turned over can also be our cornerstone. I will love you more, and you too, right?" Cristiano is not good at saying nice things, this is already his greatest truth.
He pulled Kaka close to his bare chest and let him listen to his heart beating: "Now, this heart is beating for you. You have to remember this. This is the most important thing."
Kaka buried his head in his lover's chest, and his hot lips kissed his lover's heart without a trace of lust: "Yes, yes, Cris, My Cris... I belong to you, and you are mine too."
Cristiano felt itchy from the young man's hair. He wanted to resist the urge to hug him, but after a few seconds, he couldn't help but fall down, laughing with a red face: "Kaka, Kaka, I'm really itchy. Well, since you insist on the 18-year-old principle, I beg you to take a shower and let me calm down."
Kaka took a few deep breaths before raising his head from Cristiano's body. He kissed the boy's chin again: "Okay, I'll be back soon."
Cristiano nodded.
When Kaka came out of the bathroom, he saw Chris lying on the bed with his arms and legs spread out, sleeping soundly. There was a hot red on his face, which was faintly blurred under his eyelids, making him look particularly delicious.
Kaka leaned in and kissed Chris's closed eyes, then intertwined the boy's hands with his own and pulled him into his arms.
Chris groaned in his sleep at the sudden change of position, then he found a more comfortable position consciously as he practiced it. He rested his head in Kaka's arms, smacked his lips contentedly, and fell into a deeper sleep.
I slept until noon the next day.
Kaka was awakened by the cautious rustling sound outside the door. Within two seconds, the door was opened and a head poked in: "Kaka? Are you awake?"
It's Degan.
The only one who would have the courage to open the door and come in was Digan, who had been spoiled by his brother since childhood.
Di Gan was actually still a little scared, mainly because he was afraid that he would see something too shocking.
But fortunately, he only saw his brother hugging a young boy, both of them were wearing clothes, which was much better than Digan had imagined.
"Wake up, we'll get up right away." Kaka replied, then lowered his head to look at Chris in his arms, "Cris? Wake up?"
Chris was fast asleep, only humming slightly in response.
Kaka noticed that Chris's face still had the same blush as last night. He panicked for a moment, and immediately checked Chris's temperature, and sure enough, it was much higher.
"God!" Kaka's face turned extremely ugly, which also scared Di Gan, and he quickly called Simeone.
Simone hurried in and saw the handsome boy he had seen on TV before, now lying in the arms of his eldest son with his body flushed and his eyes closed, obviously suffering from a high fever and looking uncomfortable.
Simone cried out "Ah!" and quickly directed his two sons: "Go to the front desk and ask for some alcohol pads and antipyretics! And, Ricky, get a cool towel."
"He should be sent to the hospital. I'll call an ambulance." Kaka staggered out, speaking incoherently.
Bosco stopped Kaka, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Your child just has a fever! Why are you calling for an ambulance?"
After he finished speaking, he paused, and cleared his throat somewhat seriously and awkwardly: "But we have to be clear about the reason. Was it because of what you did to him last night?"
As soon as Bosco said this, Simeone looked at Kaka with a hint of blame, as if he agreed.
Kaka's panicked brain worked for several seconds before he reacted. He blurted out: "God, of course not!"
"Oh, oh..." Bosco touched his nose and smiled awkwardly, "It should be a common cold. I didn't think he was trying to keep warm last night."
Simeone also laughed awkwardly, there was nothing he could do, it was because of the two men coming back like that last night, plus the poor kid had a fever today... Anyone would have to think more.
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