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Nothing changed, but everything somehow made more sense.
Neymar still spent too much time in Gerard's room, he still attacked him in training and found himself sat on or tickled in retaliation. He still played around with Geri every day, they still had fun together, and Gerard was still that wall of invincible fortitude.
The only thing that changed was that everything was so much better. When they were done playing in Gerard's room, there would be wandering hands, and instead of getting up when he was sitting on him, Gerard would make out with him. Every games ended with kisses and cuddles, and Neymar loved the affection, loved the way Gerard cradled him with tender care.
That, and Neymar had now hands bigger than his own to wrap around his dick, and that was definitely an improvement, even though Gerard would sometimes make jokes at his expense during sex.
They were only weeks into their relationship, but Neymar had a feeling he wouldn't regret this, and with each passing day, he felt like he grew to like Geri more and more.
He didn't like him every minute of the day though, like this precise minute, where Gerard had thrown a cockroach on him and Neymar was still shaking from the disgust of it all. He punched and kicked several times, but Gerard seemed totally unfazed, blocking each of his strikes with ease.
He heard Rafinha comment behind him, “Why does he keep trying to fight people stronger than him?”
And then Dani's voice, “His arms are so skinny. Once I saw him fight a 7th grader and he lost.”
Neymar whipped around to face them both, “It was not a 7th grader.”
Dani smirked while the others laughed, and Neymar noticed with distress that Leo laughed along with them too.
“Oh alright, you're on.” He strode resolutely to the table where Masche and Jordi were seated, and sat down heavily on a chair, planting his elbow on the table, “Dani, wrestle with me.”
“You're going to regret this.” Dani took Masche's chair, a confident smile on his face.
Of course, Neymar lost. Still, the whole thing somehow blew up into a general arm-wrestling battle. Dani lost afterward to Gerard, while Leo and Mascherano were heavily matched. They all took turn at the table until their muscles hurt.
Leo sat down in front of him, smiling. “Your arm must hurt.”
“It does, but I still have enough strength left to beat you,” Neymar scoffed.
Dani piped in, “You lost to everyone but Jordi, and that's because I tickled him.”
Neymar threw Dani a glare before turning back to Leo, taking his hand in his own and exhaling deeply, readying himself for the battle.
Leo was strong. Neymar knew that, but it never failed to surprise him, and while he resisted with all he had, he found his arms trembling as it bent ever so slightly toward the table.
“Shit, Leo, please,” Neymar begged as he felt his muscles scream defeat and saw his hand inch closer and closer to the table. “Please.”
Gerard guffawed right behind him. “Did you really think Leo would let you win? He's a competitive tiny asshole.”
Leo didn't acknowledge the insult, focused as he was on their joined hands, a frown on his face and his dark eyes unforgiving. When his fist hit the table, Neymar cried out, slouching over the table in his despair, catching Leo's grin of victory before he closed his eyes.
Gerard's hands came on his shoulders, massaging, “No but really, what were you hoping for? Your frail arms can't handle this.”
“Fuck you,” Neymar sat straight, looking up at him, “My arms could have taken him if I really wanted.”
“Yeah sure, your small stick was trembling so much I thought it might snap in two.”
Neymar shrugged his hands off of his shoulders and pointed to Leo's chair, “Sit, fight me.”
“You stand no chance,” Geri answered, but Neymar was restless and repeated sit sit.
Gerard laughed but made his way around the table. Leo stood up and sent an apologetic smile his way – even though he didn't seem very sorry.
“I'm going to crush you,” Geri goaded him.
“You won't.”
“You arm is still trembling from all this arm-wrestling. You're dead.”
Neymar threw him a fierce look, frowning as seriously and dangerously as he could as Gerard's big hand slipped into his own.
Dani assumed the referee's position and shouted, “Ready, set...go!”
Gerard didn't do anything at first. Neymar pushed with all his strength, frowning so hard he probably looked constipated, but Gerard didn't even push back. He contented himself with resisting Neymar's assault, their arms staying right in the middle of the table.
Neymar whined pitifully, “Geri.”
“Oh, now you're going to beg. I thought you were going to win?”
Neymar let out a pathetic sound in the back of his throat, his muscles screaming with pain, “I lost against everyone. Geri, please.”
Gerard laughed – just like everyone else in this damn room – and Neymar saw the switch, how Geri started putting his actual strength into the battle and Neymar felt the increasing pressure on his arm, his hand forced closer to the table.
“No, no, Geri, please,” Neymar begged frantically.
Gerard didn't listen, and once again, the all too familiar feeling of helplessness filled Neymar as his arm inched closer to the table.
He shouted and launched his other arm forward, trying to pull back their joined hands. Masche and Dani intervened quickly, taking his arm and twisting it away, Neymar yelping and begging for mercy.
He tried to kick Gerard under the table, but Geri laughed, seemingly unfazed even though his own arm was trembling from the effort.
“Geri you can't do this to me; if you love me you can't do this to me.” Gerard ignored him, and he watched horrified as his hand was inches close to the table. “Geri please.”
His flesh met hard wood. Once again, for the umpteenth time that day.
“You're a heartless monster,” he bemoaned, jerking his painful arm back and rubbing it soothingly.
“Did you really expect me to let you win?”
“Yes!” He didn't miss a beat. “Of course I did, isn't that boyfriend privilege? What's the point of sucking your dick otherwise?”
His outburst was met with silence, and he saw Gerard face-palm, look at him and mouth you're a big fucking idiot – and how sad was it that Neymar could recognize these words perfectly.
“Sucking his dick…?” - that was Rafinha, and after Rafa came all the other voices, expressing different degrees of disbelief.
“Boyfriend?” Dani caught his shoulders to catch his attention, “You're… going out? You two?”
Neymar smiled sheepishly, “Kinda…”
Dani frowned, “How long?”
“Three weeks.”
“Three--- Why didn't you say anything?”
Neymar peeked at Gerard, who looked exhausted, as though all the fight had left his body at his declaration, “Geri said to wait two months to be sure it lasted before telling you guys.”
“I don't understand,” they all turned to Jordi, “Wasn't Neymar in love with L--”
He couldn't finish his sentence, receiving Masche's sharp elbow in his ribs.
Neymar quickly glanced at Leo to make sure he hadn't understood what Jordi had been about to say, but he found instead Leo staring at him with an unfathomable expression on his face. Neymar smiled back nervously, but Leo didn't react to his smile at all, and before Neymar had the time to say anything, Dani flicked his ear to catch his attention.
“How could you keep this from me?” He turned to Gerard next, “And why did you tell him to keep it secret?”
“I didn't want to keep it secret, but,” his eyes flicked to Neymar, “I just wanted to give Neymar a chance to back out.”
Dani considered his words for a moment before nodding. “So he actually was the person you'd been crushing on for months.”
Gerard nodded, no trace of shame on his face even though a furious blush crept up Neymar's cheeks. There were several more questions and queries thrown their way after that, but no big effusion, and when everyone left Gerard's dorm, Dani's shoe collection was the new topic of discussion.
Neymar slouched into Gerard's couch, throwing his head back and sighing of tiredness.
Gerard sat next to him and squeezed his cheeks, “You're an idiot.”
“Uuuh that two-months rule was stupid anyway.” Before Geri could answer, he added, “And you should have let me win.”
“Would you have really been happy with me letting you win and everybody knowing you would have lost otherwise?” Gerard inched his head closer, until Neymar's nostrils were filled with his cologne.
“Yes, I would have been.”
Gerard smiled widely and pressed their mouths together. Neymar sighed contentedly, moving his lips against Geri's.
Gerard's big hands held his hips, moving him until he was on his back, Geri looming over him. Neymar threaded his fingers in his hair, tugging at strands and smiling as he purposefully messed his haircut. Geri nipped at his lips in retaliation, and he set to rub his earlobe between his fingertips.
Neymar moaned and tugged harder. He tried to kiss back fiercely to express his discontentment, but he ended up moaning because of the caresses on his ears.
His right arm laid uselessly next to him, and Neymar found he couldn't move it without feeling pain.
He broke away from the kiss, “Uh, my arm is completely useless.”
Gerard grinned from ear to ear. “It's fine, you don't need it when I'm here.
He kissed his jaw and his neck, his beard dragging over Neymar's skin and in these short three weeks Neymar had learned to enjoy the burn. A big palm covered his crotch, rubbing and cupping to make him hard while he writhed on the couch.
He decided not to attempt to move his arm, and thus tried his best to lift Gerard's shirt with one hand. Given that he didn't have Geri's complete cooperation as he refused to budge from his neck, the shirt-lifting was rendered even harder. There was also the fact that Gerard kept teasing his ear and that messed with his head big time.
It didn't take long for him to be fully hard, and Gerard's finger slipped under his trousers, caressing lightly the fabric of his underwear, earning a moan, and making Neymar more vigorous in his attempt to remove his shirt.
Finally, Gerard drew back, and Neymar didn't waste any time taking his shirt off. Geri then set to undress him, stripping him of his shirt and trousers until Neymar was clad only in his boxer briefs. Gerard's eyes wandered down his whole body, and when they were back on his face, Neymar waggled his eyebrows and puckered his lips, waiting for a kiss. Gerard smiled and bent down, coaxing his mouth open and languidly making out with him while his fingers ghosted over his body.
Neymar shuddered when fingers brushed over his nipples several times over the course of their wandering, while he could do nothing more with his single arm than rub circles on Gerard's nape.
A hand settled on his crotch, rubbing his dick over the fabric, Neymar bucking ever so slightly into the touch. He hummed into the kiss, wriggling underneath Geri to encourage him to be blunter. Yet Gerard's hand did nothing more than cup him, until Neymar had enough and groaned, blindly reaching down. He took Gerard's hand and slipped it in his underwear, and Gerard didn't protest. He did break off the kiss, bracing himself on an elbow, but Neymar closed his eyes and moaned appreciatively as he wrapped Gerard's hand around his shaft. He bucked his hips up in Gerard's hand, guiding it up and down fast.
Gerard rubbed his thumb over the slit and Neymar moaned 'ah yeah'.
“I want to fuck you so bad,” he murmured in a raspy voice.
Neymar's eyes snapped open to meet his, heavy with lust as he looked at him wriggle and sweat on the couch.
“Like everyone.” Neymar moaned as Gerard took control of the handjob.
Gerard leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek, repeating, “so bad.”
“Get a penis reduction then.”
His dick was already leaking. Gerard collected pre-cum with his fingers and brought the fingers to his mouth, sucking them in as Neymar watched wide-eyed and aroused. He brought his hand down again and Neymar hastily tugged his briefs under his ass and wriggled until he was able to kick them off his legs. He parted his legs eagerly when Gerard reached down, under his cock, massaging his balls before his wet fingers slid down until they could circle his opening.
Geri had long and nice fingers, and when he sank one in Neymar couldn't help arching his back and gasp.
“I really want you.”
And it had been only three weeks for sure, but they had had enough encounters already that Neymar knew he wanted Gerard, too.
“No way. For real, have you seen yourself? You're so big, and I'm, I'm so skinny.” Gerard looked at him quizzically and Neymar tried to look as convincing as possible. “Look at my arms, look how skinny they are. Even my ass, it's so slim, there's no way you'd fit in, it's just physically impossible.”
“So now you're willing to admit you're skinny.”
Neymar nodded eagerly, and Gerard crooked his finger to reach his prostate, earning a moan for his efforts.
“Why do you want to rush it anyway? We're going so fast.”
“You're the one who said 'if we don't do anything I'm dumping you' that very first time.”
“It was three weeks ago. I was young. I didn't know any better.”
Gerard hummed, and kissed down his neck, then down his chest, nibbling on a nipple in passing. His crotch was pressed against his thigh, the heavy weight of his hard cock against his flesh, and Neymar wasn't as scared of Geri's dick as he was scared of how much he wanted it.
Gerard traveled to his belly button, peppering his skin with kisses. Neymar felt a second finger nudge his opening; it sunk in just as Gerard's mouth came level with his cock. Neymar's body tensed when Gerard sucked the tip in his mouth, gently licking the slit. He took hold of one of Neymar's thigh and put it over his shoulder, giving his fingers a better access to his ass.
Three weeks wasn't much time, but Neymar could already affirm that Gerard was good at this – sucking dick, fingering. He seemed to find satisfaction in the act of pleasing. Or maybe he just enjoyed messing with Neymar's head. Still, he palmed himself through his jeans as he took Neymar's whole dick in his mouth. Neymar gripped his hair, arching up when his fingers hit his prostate just right, moaning helplessly. Gerard had a big mouth, and maybe Neymar wasn't too thick, and so Gerard could suck everything in and bob his head ridiculously easily, while his long slender fingers did their job inside his ass.
Neymar heard a belt unbuckle and he knew Gerard had probably sneaked a hand in his own underwear to bring himself off. His fingers were more vigorous against his prostate, and Neymar tried to imagine a big, wide palm wrapped around a thick dick, and he didn't actually need to imagine it seeing as he'd seen it first-hand, and a deep flush spread on his body as the fingers in his ass got more erratic, hammering against his prostate.
Neymar was writhing, calling desperate little 'Geri' that seemed to work up his dumb giant, made him suck harder and finger deeper, and Neymar because he was an idiot kept chanting 'Geri Geri Geri'.
Gerard released his cock, letting it rest against his belly as he kissed the shaft up and down, his nose rubbing against his abdomen.
“I could make you scream my name Ney-- I really want to make you scream my name.”
Neymar gripped his hair tighter, biting his lips not to say 'make me'. Luckily, Gerard took him back into his mouth and crooked his fingers against his prostate, pressing harder. Neymar's toes curled as he felt his orgasm building up under Gerard's expert mouth.
Gerard licked over the slit and Neymar came, keening as he did so. Gerard kept sucking him until he was completely spent, and then he gently withdrew his fingers, kissing up his body, sucking on a nipple. His hand worked fast on his own dick, and Neymar shakily massaged his scalp, messing up his hair, waiting for him to come. Gerard sat up straight, his pants pooling around his knees, and he gave a few quick strokes on his dick, before ejaculating on Neymar's lower belly, cum splattering on his abs and on his dick that was softening against his stomach.
Then Gerard flopped down over him, nuzzling his face in his neck and his beard burning his skin.
“Heavy,” Neymar complained. “You're crushing me.”
“Hmm, I'll let you ride me whenever you want, this way I won't crash on you.”
Neymar squinted his eyes, “Lame try.”
“I'll give you a cow-boy hat and a lasso so you can get into the mood.”
Neymar opened his mouth to answer, but all that came out was a laugh as he pictured himself riding Gerard as though he was horse. Gerard laughed along with him, and Neymar allowed his heavy body to stay on him.
The weight on his chest pinned him down, and made him feel as though Gerard would never let him go.
–
Every day gave Neymar a new reason to fight Geri.
They had been hanging out in Gerard's dorm, as usual – after all it was only them here, and it didn't bother anyone if they started shoving hand down their pants. They were supposed to go out for the night with Leo, and Neymar had fruitlessly tried to involve Gerard in his outfit choice.
Gerard had been noting but unhelpful, commenting that no matter how tight the pants, your ass will never stand out, or no matter how baggy, everyone can tell you're not packing, or that cap is too big for your head it makes me wonder if there's a nest under it, and so on and so on.
Neymar finally marched toward where Gerard was slouched on the couch, taking off his shirt as he walked. There was a glint of interest in Gerard's eyes, and he stretched his arms toward Neymar to welcome him into a hug.
Neymar wrapped his shirt around Gerard's head and held it tight, attempting to suffocate him. Of course, it only worked for a moment, when Gerard was surprised at this course of action, but as soon as he realized Neymar wasn't coming to him peacefully, he easily managed to wrench Neymar's hands off and free himself from the deadly clothing.
Gerard tried to pull it away from his grasp, finally managing to throw it on the floor, holding Neymar's wrists in one hand. Gerard planted a forceful kiss on his lips, which Neymar responded to fiercely. But one of Gerard's hand started playing with his ear, and Neymar relaxed into the kiss immediately, soft noise leaving his mouth. Gerard pressed his second hand to the back of his head, holding it so he couldn't move away.
It took Neymar some minutes to realize that this was Gerard's payback, and that he was actively trying to suffocate him by not letting him break away from the kiss. Neymar tried to pry his hands away from him, all the while trying to breath through his nose as pitiful whimpers left his mouth and he felt increasingly dizzy. Gerard had the audacity to smirk as they kissed.
He was saved from a horrible death when a small 'uuuuh' interrupted their kiss.
Gerard let go of his head and they both turned to face see a visibly very uncomfortable Lionel Messi, who tried to avoid looking at either of them as a light flush crept up his neck.
Neymar smiled sheepishly, “Sorry, we thought you'd be coming later.”
Leo muttered no biggie under his breath.
Neymar retrieved his shirt from the floor and hastily put it on, and Gerard quickly excused himself so he could put on something more decent than sweatpants and a threadbare t-shirt.
Neymar sat down on the couch, smiling to Leo to invite him to do the same, and Leo awkwardly shuffled towards him and dropped on the couch.
“I didn't expect that,” he mumbled.
Neymar giggled, “Really sorry, but I didn't start it for the record.”
Leo seemed to be deeply thinking about his next sentence, much more than was necessary under the circumstances. He almost looked constipated, face scrunched and brows furrowed. Finally, he turned his head towards Neymar and started talking hesitantly.
“You seem to get along well, you and Geri.”
“Well, we're going out, so...”
“Yeah but it's just, uh. I didn't expect it. You two. I didn't expect that.”
Neymar had been growing steadily nervous as he witnessed Leo's hesitation. He'd poorly revealed his relationship to the world about three weeks ago, and Leo had been nothing but sketchy around him ever since, and almost every time he interacted with Gerard, Leo would watch and frown.
Gerard had noticed it too, and he said it was because Leo had probably trouble thinking of them as sexual beings, but that sounded stupid.
“I didn't expect it either,” Neymar said before he could stop himself, and that earned him a confused look from Leo. “I mean, uh… I didn't think I'd ever be able to like Geri like that...” Neymar inhaled deeply to give himself strength.“You know, before, I had a crush on you.”
Leo froze, eyes wide and mouth agape, as though the idea that Neymar could like him in that way had never ever brushed his mind and Neymar would have laughed because yeah it probably never had.
“I didn't… I didn't know. Are you sure?” Leo asked, and Neymar burst out laughing. Leo quickly tried to correct himself,“Sorry, that's not what I meant, but-- really? I never noticed. God Neymar, I'm sorry, I didn't--”
“It's fine, it's fine,” Neymar interrupted him. “It's in the past. Geri made me realize it was nothing, and, granted, I still like you a whole fucking lot, but... it's not love. So uh, don't worry about it.”
Leo nodded, but his heart didn't seem to be into it, and he still stared at him with a flabbergasted look on his face. Neymar gave him several seconds to process everything, watching him blink and frown absentmindedly, until Leo finally spoke again.
“It's a bit hard to wrap my mind around that,” he said, licking his lips in nervousness, “For the same reason I was taken by surprise by your relationship, actually.”
It was Neymar's turn to be curious, humming questioningly.
“You and Geri together… Or you liking me, I-- I think I've just never thought of you like that? You're a bit like a child, and--” Leo realized what he'd said and quickly tried to correct himself, “wait not really a child but-”
Neymar laughed again. He thinks some months ago it would have hurt, but now he simply found it funny. He thought back to Gerard's explanation about Leo's weirdness, and how he couldn't picture them as sexual beings, and laughed harder when he realized this actually was the issue here.
Leo seemed to take his laughter as forgiveness for his words, and a fond smile graced his lips. He patted Neymar's knee to draw his attention back to him.
“Anyway, I've always thought of Geri as both a dad and a best friend, and you as a child or something, and it just never occurred to me that you could both… reproduce, together.” Neymar opened his mouth, trying to stop his giggles long enough to inform Leo they couldn't actually reproduce, but Leo slapped his knee out of embarrassment before he could say anything and that made Neymar laugh harder.
“What I mean is,” Leo said loudly to cover the sound of his voice, “I'm sorry if I've been distant these past weeks. I was confused. But watching you two, somehow it looks easy,” he frowned, as though he wasn't satisfied with how much sense he was making, “Natural.”
He still didn't seem very satisfied with his sentence, but Neymar was. He understood what Leo meant, because this was exactly like that : easy and natural. And Leo's words made as much sense to him as his relationship with Geri did.
Neymar grinned widely and hugged him, Leo freezing for a second before reciprocating warmly.
When Neymar pulled back, Leo had an apologetic smile on his face, “I'm still sorry I never noticed your attraction to me. I shouldn't have treated you as a child, since you're obviously not one.”
Neymar shook his head, “No don't. Treat me as a child, I think---- I think I like it best that way.” He smiled again and Leo smiled back.
“What would you treat him as anyway?” He jumped at the deep voice and they both turned quickly to see Gerard leaning against the door-frame, cocking an eyebrow and a smirk on his face. “An adult?” he said derisively.
Neymar recovered from his shock quicker than Leo. “You ass!” he yelled, grabbing the TV remote and chucking it at his face. “How long have you been standing there?”
“A while. How long do you think it takes me to dress?” Gerard walked forward to Leo and ruffled both their hair, “Don't be mistaken, you're both children.”
“Have you seen yourself?” Neymar bit back petulantly as Leo laughed at Gerard's words.
They had a good time that night and Neymar felt at ease. He bumped shoulders with Leo on their way out and Leo chuckled eagerly. His hands brushed against Gerard's when they walked. In the movie theater, Leo sat in the middle, and let Neymar and Gerard lean over him to talk or hit each other or steal popcorn off of each other's stack while Leo ate from either indifferently.
Maybe all three of them lacked in maturity, but there were no rules against having fun in Neymar's books.
–
Neymar entered Gerard's dorm and saw him lying on the couch, a book covering his face. From the heaving of his chest, he wasn't sleeping, and Neymar was proven right in his assumption when Gerard lifted the book off his face, peeking at him from under it before putting it away.
Neymar walked up to him and didn't hesitate using Gerard as a mattress, laying down over his body.
“Hi,” he said and pecked Gerard's lips.
Gerard's arms sneaked around his body and he sighed, “I hate studying.”
“Don't give up. You need to study so you can have a job and earn money.”
“Yeah yeah. Shouldn't you be studying? You should be the one worrying about your future.”
“I gave up. I'm counting on you to earn enough money later for me to live at your expenses.”
Gerard pulled on an earring to make him whimper.
“What is there in it for me?”
“Unlimited sex.”
“You won't even let me fuck you.”
“Unlimited blowjobs.”
“You can't deepthroat.”
“Unlimited handjobs.”
“Your hands are too small and I can do that by myself.”
Neymar faked a glare, subtly leaning into the touch of Gerard's fingers against his ear. Said fingers started skimming across his cheek, and Neymar completely gave up any pretenses, closing his eyes and nuzzling his face against Gerard's palm.
“Well, I guess I wouldn't mind keeping you around,” Gerard whispered, and Neymar's eyes opened, meeting clear blue orbs embedded in a handsome face.
Neymar wondered whether he would really stick around long enough. He couldn't see it stopping, but yet again you never went into a relationship thinking it was going to end. But Geri had given them a trial at the beginning, this two-months period, and Neymar had kept wondering why he didn't blindly believe it would be forever.
“You said not to tell people we were together for the first two months. It's two months today, isn't it?”
“But you already told people.”
“It was too big a secret for me.”
“Everything is too big for you.”
“Asshole.” Neymar frowned, and face-planted on Gerard's torso, “...but why did you even make up this two-months thing. You thought you might grow to dislike me once we're together or something?”
Gerard didn't move for several seconds, and then he heaved a deep sigh, Neymar's body moving with it.
“I'm stupid,” Gerard said. Neymar nodded. There was a sharp tug on his earring. “Of course it's not like that. I would have liked to tell everyone you were mine on the very first day.”
“Why didn't you?” Neymar mumbled in his shirt.
“Because I know what I want. I knew what I wanted for months. But you… You rush into things. I didn't want to force you into a relationship you couldn't get out of, and if we had told everyone, you would have needed to explain yourself if it didn't work out. I thought you'd feel more free this way.”
Gerard sighed again, and his hand was soft against his cheek, caressing tenderly, “I didn't think it could make you feel unwanted.”
“I don't feel unwanted,” Neymar muttered.
“Of course, of course. You're not scared of abandonment, for sure.”
“For sure,” Neymar repeated stubbornly.
Gerard heaved another deep sigh, “Sorry. I should have known better.”
“t's fine.” He nuzzled his face against Gerard's shirt, hoping to get snort on it. He decided to change the subject before Gerard tried to dig deeper into his feelings. “Anyway, today is officially the day where we decide whether it's nice enough to keep it up.”
Gerard huffed, and his palm was still warm against his cheeks, his fingers moving gently against his head.
“I'm good,” he answered. “Just sexually frustrated.”
“I'm sexually frustrated too!” Neymar said indignantly, lifting his head to see Gerard's eyebrows rise quizzically. “I want a dick, just not yours.”
Gerard's fingers dug into his skin, “Too bad it's the only one you can have.” He sighed and shook his head, “I deserve better than your skinny ass and tiny dick.”
Neymar gasped and attempted to hit Gerard. He unsurprisingly failed, and as more blows were exchanged, they unsurprisingly ended up making out on the couch, languid kisses and restless hands.
Quickly, Neymar was worked up enough to rub against Gerard, grounding against him. Gerard's hands were fluttering in his hair, on his face, on his ears, gently tugging on his earrings to make him moan. Gerard brought a hand down to his ass and squeezed, flushing their bodies even closer together.
“Wait,” he ordered, and before Neymar had the time to react, he'd been maneuvered under Gerard, on his stomach with Gerard flush against his back.
Gerard's hard-on was pressed hard against him, and Neymar could feel it slide between his ass crack even through the fabric of their clothes. Gerard sneaked a hand around his chest and into his underwear, stroking his dick until it was completely hard.
It was a bit primal, a bit uncomfortable, but they brought each other off like that, with Gerard jerking him off and nibbling on his earlobe while humping his ass. And Neymar didn't want Gerard to fuck him, he really didn't, but he also wanted it so much it hurt. He dreamed about it, fantasized about it way too much, about what it would be like, and his resolve was weakening.
There was a cock against his ass and Neymar really wanted Gerard to fuck him, no matter how scary it sounded. It wasn't really fear so much as it was a game, the kind they always played – Neymar refusing for the sole purpose of being annoying, childishly, because he didn't want to be the one who would give in first (though Neymar didn't know what exactly he wanted Gerard to give).
They were fully clothed and when they both came a few minutes later, their clothes were sticking to their skin and Neymar's crotch felt drenched with sweat and come. Gerard was breathing heavily in his ear, bulge softening against his ass, and Neymar wondered if Gerard wanted him enough that it hurt, too.
–
Neymar managed to keep a tight lid on his desire for one more month. Three months in total.
Three whole months of this relationship, of Geri fingering him or licking him open, of messy kisses and feeling a bulge pressing against him. Three months, and for someone like him who took what he wanted when he wanted it, three months was a really long time.
It was a Saturday and they had decided to go out for a chill evening, watching an action movie and going to a fast food. Neymar was pretty sure it was a date. Actually, given that they were going out, every outing was a date, but these were the most relaxing dates he had ever been too.
Such a good date could only end with an orgasm of course, which was why Gerard was currently kissing him and sucking his moans into his mouth. There were two fingers in Neymar's ass, and he relentlessly rolled his hips to meet them halfway through.
Neymar only wore a loose tank-top at this point, so loose in fact it slid off his shoulders, fresh air hardening his nipples. Gerard only had his underwear on, and he was grounding down against him, Neymar's leg hooked around his waist.
Gerard moved to his ear, nibbling on his earlobe and making him arch his back in pleasure.
“Ah, more.” Gerard kept nibbling on his ear as though he hadn't heard anything, so Neymar tugged on his hair harshly, “Geri, more.”
Gerard hummed and Neymar felt the tip of a third finger against his entrance, before it slid alongside the two others, stretching him more efficiently. Neymar moaned shamelessly, enjoying the burn and the way the fingers pounded his prostate again and again.
He held Gerard tightly against him, and from time to time, he felt a bulge press against his skin, hot and big and Neymar only needed to glance down to see that Gerard was almost bursting out of his boxer briefs. Neymar's own dick laid, hard, against his pelvis, Gerard having been neglecting it from the start in favor of fingering his ass.
Neymar was already quite worked up, and the way Gerard played with his earring and teased his prostate did nothing to help. Neymar wanted more – he always wanted more. He wanted bigger, and he'd been such a good boy for so long, and three fingers just didn't cut it anymore.
“Another, Geri, another.”
“Another? You're greedy.” Gerard mumbled, but he heard the sound of the lube being uncapped so a fourth finger could be slicked.
“Yeah, well you'd think someone as big as you would have decent fingers. Why are they so lean and slender? Such a disappointment.” Neymar had a lot of things to complain about concerning Gerard's fingers, but that was the moment he chose to introduce another digit, making Neymar throw his head back and gasp loudly at the intrusion.
Gerard kissed his neck, sucking hickeys. Neymar could feel his sweaty skin rub against him, feel his beard burn his neck, and smell the sweaty and musky scent he emitted, that filled his nostrils and the whole room and made it reek of sex.
They rarely used four fingers, but it never failed to bring Neymar over the edge, whimpering and writhing as he was stretched and fucked. He closed his eyes and moved his hips frantically. Gerard was breathing right into his ear, the hot puffs of air teasing his sensitive shell. He felt so good he thought he might come untouched, just from the increasing pressure on his prostate, from the way every nerves of his body felt over-stimulated.
“Is that big enough now?” Geri whispered, his voice low and made hoarse by lust.
“Meh, I can do better on my own,” Neymar teased, even though his back arched up into Gerard's touch, “What's the point of having a boyfriend if they can't bring me more pleasure than I do by myself?”
Gerard snorted, “Well I could give you more if you really wanted.” He crooked his fingers deviously, earning a shameless moan from Neymar.
The offer was meaningless by now, just a thing Gerard would say to reassert his desire, but he didn't wait an answer. He immediately moved on to something else, stretching Neymar's tank-top so he could access his nipple and suck the dark bud in.
Gerard was doing everything possible, crooking his fingers just right, moving fast enough, pressing deep enough. Yet, it didn't feel enough, none of it felt enough. Neymar was sweaty and needy, and Geri's cock was still so big, pressing against his skin every few seconds and he wanted so much more, he wanted so much more.
“Do it,” Neymar gasped belatedly, “Give me more, do it.”
Gerard stopped for a split second before lifting his head to look at him, frowning out of confusion.
“What?”
“Do it.” And because Gerard still didn't seem to have processed his words, “Fuck me.”
The fingers in his ass stilled, and Gerard's grip on his hips tightened. Neymar could see the emotions pass on his handsome face, his posture changing, and then a slow smile forming on his lips, starting out as a pleased smirk but transforming into a full toothy grin.
Gerard bent down to kiss him, smiling from ear to ear while Neymar had trouble breathing. He withdrew his fingers and sat back on the bed, snapping the lube and making quick work of it. Neymar took his tank-top off and watched attentively, braced on his elbows.
Gerard was handsome. A fine young man, a gorgeous person, with clear blue eyes that were both warm and mischievous, and none of his facial features was weird or out place. He was tall and lean, and he had long limbs, warm hands, strong arms that could carry Neymar effortlessly.
He felt a bit dizzy at the thought that they were finally going to have full-blown sex for the first time. It felt like a whole new experience. And as aroused as he was, Neymar still had a ball of anxiety in his stomach, nervousness tainting need as he watched Gerard's hand around his cock.
Once he was done taking care of his dick, Gerard put a big amount of lube on his palm and with no warning he pressed his palm against his hole, forcing the lube inside. Neymar yelped.
“Jerk!”
“We need as much lube as possible.”
“Yeah, well then why don't you empty the whole thing in my ass while you're at it.”
Gerard's eyes glimmered with interest at the remark, and Neymar quickly shouted no! before reaching down to cover his entrance with both his hands.
Geri laughed at him and Neymar kicked his thigh.
Gerard took the lube again and practically emptied it on his dick, squeezing the bottle until his cock was dripping, wetting the bedsheets. Gerard gently pried Neymar's hands away from his ass and settled between his thighs, Neymar immediately sliding his legs over his shoulders. He hooked his feet together behind Geri's back and gripped the sheets, almost trembling with anticipation.
Gerard was looking at his face while he blindly searched for his entrance, the big head sliding against his skin until it could finally rest against his rim. Gerard was still looking at him when he pressed in, at first a pressure that got increasingly heavier, until it was heavy enough to breach past the rim and slowly, slowly enter his body. Neymar's chest was heaving, his knuckles turning white as he bit his lips and tried not to scream – of pain and pleasure maybe, or maybe he would tell Gerard to stop, or maybe he would tell Gerard to stop looking at him, or he'd tell him I love you shove it in pin me down crucify me on this damn bed I don't give a shit, and he'd rather not say that because he was sure Gerard would laugh at him.
Gerard's hands held his torso, palms resting on his ribs, so big and warm against his skin. Neymar felt protected and taken care of, but he also felt he was being split apart, Geri's large cock breaching him until he was balls-deep in, and they both let out a sigh of relief.
Gerard was breathing with difficulty but his eyes didn't waver, searching Neymar's face and eyes for any sign of overwhelming pain. Probably he wasn't very good at this because Neymar did feel overwhelmed, but he wasn't sure what was the sensation causing this. Gerard certainly did feel big inside him.
Geri slowly pried Neymar's hands off of the sheets, opening his fists and kissing his palm before guiding it to his cock, and Neymar eagerly latched onto it, jerking himself off frantically to capitalize on the sensations he was feeling, convert it into pleasure before his body decided it was painful and dangerous.
Geri brought his other hand to his own arm, letting Neymar grip it and sink his nails into the flesh as Gerard started to move, small roll of his lips that rocked Neymar's body. He jerked off faster, somehow finding a pace. Geri kept rolling his hips for a while, to get Neymar used to the sensation. Slowly, Neymar relaxed around him, touching himself pleasurably, and letting out tiny moans and gasps from time to time. He began arching his back off the bed, trying to move his hips, and that was all the approval Geri needed.
He pulled back and slowly pushed back in, Neymar's back arching with each new inches. He felt as though he was breached open, stretched so much he wondered if his hole would ever find his shape back. It hurt – how it hurt – but it also turned out to be more pleasurable than any other dick he'd ever taken. It was almost sloppy, lube dripping out of his ass with each new thrusts, and the burn and stretch made him dizzy, pushed his body way past its limits. The pressure against his prostate was blissfully good, and Gerard's hands were so warm and big and comforting against his ribs, holding him there and as long as Gerard held him down he knew he would be fine.
Gerard's blue eyes had never looked so dark.
They were focused on him, hadn't left his face, not one moment. Gerard was panting loudly, cheeks pink from exertion, and there were beads of sweat forming on his forehead. Neymar locked eyes with him, sinking his nails deeper into his arm when Gerard thrust in harder.
“Neymar,” Gerard gasped out, almost whining, “Ney. You look-- so frail, I feel like I might break you.”
“The only--” Neymar struggled to talk, his throat dry and clogged by all the air he'd failed to let out, “The only broken thing here is your voice.”
Gerard scoffed and picked up the pace, hips slamming forward. He gripped his thighs suddenly and bent him in half, forcing his legs back almost against his chest, Neymar's surprised yelp turning into a long moan.
“Are you ok?”
“I'm burning,” Neymar gasped out, closing his eyes. Gerard drove in deep, making his whole body tremble, from his toes desperately curling into air, to his hand, stroking his dick as hurriedly as a 14 years old boy.
“Is that a good thing?”
“What do you mean---”, he gasped, “a good thing. I'm burning, I'm on fire, I can't take it”, he whined, stroking his dick faster, “I'm on fire and it's your fault, but the only thing that can make it stop it your dick, so keep going, don't stop, harder please--”
Neymar wasn't sure half of his words had made sense, but Gerard seemed to have got the gist of it, because he didn't stop.
“Only my dick can make it stop?” he wondered.
Neymar nodded hastily and then he heard a laugh and had to open his eyes, to see hooded blue eyes filled with lust and mirth.
“So basically my dick is a fire extinguisher right?”
“A fir-” Neymar had the sudden flash of a fire extinguished, the red device and the white foam bursting out. Despite his clouded mind, the metaphor wasn't hard to understand. “Stupid, you're stupid--” he started, but he snorted mid-sentence and started laughing uncontrollably as his mind started coming up with images of men jerking off over fire to extinguish them. “Stupid,” he repeated as he trembled, his laughter depriving him of all the air he already had trouble inhaling. “God don't make me laugh I can't breathe.”
Gerard laughed loudly at his discomfort, until Neymar managed to press a hand on his face to push his head away. Geri freed his face and lowered his head to bite on neck, and Neymar was about to retaliate but Gerard caught his wrist, pinning it down.
“Not now,” he whispered, and his eyes looked the darkest blue, and his breath was so hot, and he smelt so good.
“You started it,” Neymar whispered back, making Gerard grin. He didn't sit up straight again, looming over him, casting his shadow on his body as he bent Neymar in half. They panted in each other's face but they didn't kiss, and Neymar didn't fight Gerard's hold on his wrist. Said hold was tightening with each new thrusts as Gerard started to lose his focus, and it cut the blood flow in his wrist, making it slack and that was painful and Neymar liked that, a welcome feeling to tone down all the overwhelming sensations he was already subjected to.
His palm was so sweaty around his dick he feared his hand might slip, and so he kept a tight grip on himself, an almost painful one. But everything was painful, even the pleasure he felt burned him alive and ripped him open.
Geri was fucking him hard, as though in a frenzy, his eyes filled with lust and want and love, and every fiber of his body was stimulated one way or another, but none of the messages got to his brain and Neymar was stocked with feelings he couldn't process. He was overwhelmed and dizzy, and so close to coming, and thankfully they both were because Neymar thought he might pass out if it dragged on any longer.
They didn't last long after that, but Neymar still blacked out when he came. He thought they might have actually both come at the same time, Neymar splattering over his own chest while Geri emptied inside him. His vision went black and his brain turned off for a second or several.
When his eyes fluttered open, focusing on his surroundings, Geri was washing his chest with a wet cloth. When he realized Neymar was conscious, a small smile spread on his lips. He planted a kiss on his mouth and Neymar attempted to smile back despite the tiredness that made all his body limp and even his lips were numb.
When he was done, Geri laid back next to him, and Neymar immediately cuddled up to him. He distantly heard him speak, expressing happiness, or satisfaction, or something along the lines of I've wanted you for so long but that was nothing new, and Neymar was tired.
He fell into slumber, Gerard's hoarse voice in his ear lulling him to sleep, and his arms wound so tightly around his waist that Neymar was sure Geri wouldn't let go and leave him.
Gerard murmured where would I go anyway.
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The day after was a nightmare. For Geri mostly.
Neymar woke up feeling numb all over, and had quickly discovered his ability to walk had been greatly diminished. He could limp his way through the rooms, but that was uncomfortable and borderline painful.
Which is why he had decided not to walk, and that Gerard would be his chosen method of transportation for the day. He'd roughly awoken him and he'd demanded to be carried to the living room, which Gerard had done, almost managing to conceal the grin on his face.
He had grinned less through the day, as Neymar had sat his ass on the couch and wrapped himself in a blanket, whining and complaining and demanding to be coddled and taken care of.
Gerard had said he was utterly ridiculous, slouching in this couch eating ice cream and acting as though he was back from war, but not without letting a piece of himself behind. After this comment, Neymar had demanded Geri give him a stack of pillow, which he had then meticulously thrown at his face in retaliation.
Nonetheless, Geri had mostly done everything he'd been asked (mostly, he'd snorted when Neymar had asked him to do his laundry for him), while Neymar had kept overreacting to every single movements he made.
All in all, it had been a nice day, although Neymar's ass was sore. Yet, he felt weirdly proud of himself, as though he'd defeated a monster, done the unthinkable, accomplished a feat that, given his body type, should have scientifically impossible. He had the urge to call his sister and tell her about his exploit, or write about it on his facebook page.
The following Monday, he was back to form for the training session, although he'd started the day with his ass still sore.
The training session was a regular one – running around, throwing balls, a lot of laughter and jokes. Everything was the same, and it unsettled Neymar. It was almost unfair, that he had had sex for the first time with Geri, they'd took the next step in their relationship, and yet nobody knew.
Neymar had poor impulse control, and when Leo smiled at him and asked how he was doing, the words escaped his mouth before he had the time to check them.
“Me and Geri had butt sex for the first time,” he said with the widest grin.
Leo's face froze, Dani next to him let out a what? and Neymar immediately felt a blush crept up his neck. Yet it was too late now, and his mouth was already running faster than his thoughts.
“His dick is so big,” he gestured the girth with his hands, “but I took it all, I'm so proud of myself honestly I--”
He was cut off by a hand on his mouth and a very loud laughter. Both were Geri's, and he looked down at him with amusement, causing Neymar's cheeks to burn harder.
“How can there be so much idiocy in your skinny body,” he teased, letting him go so he could poke at his cheeks, “What use do you have for your brain?”
Neymar kicked him away, answering hastily, “The question here is how could your dick fit in my skinny body. I'm fucking awesome and you're jealous of me, you gigantic asshole.”
Neymar, as he was wont to do, did not think his sentence through, setting into a familiar teasing tone before he could think better of it, and he realized too late they were not in fact alone. Mortified, he turned his eyes away from Geri's shit-eating grin, and they fell on Leo, whose face was completely red, and whose black eyes were wide open.
Realizing Neymar's eyes were on him, Leo seemed to panic for a second and he choked out, “The weather is nice today.”
Despite his embarrassment, Neymar's lips twitched in amusement, and he couldn't stop giggles from leaving his mouth when he heard Geri's loud laughter boom next to him. Just like that, all the attention went from Neymar to Leo, and he was teased relentlessly for his prudishness, even though they all had felt different degrees of mortification at Neymar's declaration.
Leo wouldn't look anyone in the eyes for the rest of the day, but the week-end that followed, several beers in his blood and his eyes glassy he would put his hand on Neymar's shoulder and he'd whisper to him as though it was a secret, “I'm proud of you.”
And Neymar, an equal amount of beers clouding his judgment, would break down and cry and call him Papai. The morning after would be awkward and embarrassing for all parties involved, but it wouldn't stop Gerard from making fun of them.
But for now, as they were exiting the locker room after that training session and watched Leo quickly escape their overbearing banter, Geri's hand brushed against his and Neymar smiled.