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It was 4am Neymar realized as he approached the hotel room. Holy Fuck where had the time gone? The Brazilian felt like he had just woken up, not like he had played the most important match of his life, scored two goals, partied for hours with his teammates (alcohol free of course, in case an qatari officials are seeing this), and spoken with every person in his contacts since he last went to sleep. Just six hours ago Brazil had won the 2022 World Cup, a perilous battle against the reigning champions. Take that Kylian. Neymar didn’t think he would ever get the feeling out of his head, he would never be the same.
Finally, though, it was time to see the people he had waited to see all day, or really for the past month if he was honest. There was no way they could risk spending time together in front of all of their colleagues, especially not in Qatar, but this was it, tomorrow they would all be on their planes home, what harm could it bring now?
Just as Neymar was about to slide the keycard into the door of Cristiano’s room (they had told him they would watch the game here, so he figured they would probably still be here), he was stopped by a moment of hesitation. Maybe they didn't want to see him today. Just as much as his dreams were made this month, their dreams were crushed. Maybe he should just go back to his room. Face it tomorrow with a clear mind. But he was already here. And the thought of sleeping in a hotel room alone right now was almost repulsive. Oh well. He was going in.
Creeping into the hotel room, Neymar instantly noticed that it was completely silent, all the lights off. Well of course you idiot, he cursed himself, it’s 4am and you gave no indication you were coming home tonight, why would they be awake. Losing himself in his thoughts for a moment, an even darker thought surfaced, what if they were so done with all of this that they went home early. Maybe they were already in Argentina and Portugal with family, or curled up in Ney and Leo’s bed in Paris. Fuck. Neymar was pushed out of his own idiocy when in the darkness he heard Leo’s characteristic sleepy snuffles, obviously they were here, why would they leave?
He crawled closer to the center of the room, finding his two lovers cuddled up fast asleep in the middle of the hotel bed. Suddenly, he felt bad waking them up. Sure he had had an emotional day, but there’s was definitely worse. But, before he could make a run for it back to his room, Cristiano rustled in the bed, curse his light sleeping. “Ney is that you?” the soft voice came in the darkness. Neymar nodded before realizing it was pitch black, “yes”. Cristiano wasted no time flicking on the bedside lamp, smiling lovingly from under the covers at Neymar, Leo still curled entirely into Cristiano’s side. “Olá meu campeão,” Cristiano started to sit up in bed, sweet portuguese falling from his lips while Leo couldn’t get annoyed with them. “Leo,” Cristiano nudged the man beside him. “No, no,” Neymar neared the bed, “don’t wake him”, but before he could finish his sentence Leo’s eyes flew open, “Ney Ney,” he whispered, “you're finally here”.
“I can go, if you prefer,” Neymar tried to offer. He didn’t know why he was so shy. They had been together 7 years now, they had faced everything, but not a World Cup winner. “You idiot,” Cristiano responded now fully awake, “you really think we are mad. Really think this isn’t also the happiest day of our lives”. With that Cristiano through the covers off the two men and Leo sat up fully, revealing both his lovers glad in nothing but briefs and yellow and green jerseys. Brazil. It didn’t take much imagination for Neymar to know whose name they wore on their backs. His.
“How does it feel?” Cristiano asked, as they both got out of the bed moving to surround Neymar, as if they had planned this very moment, fuck, they probably had. “Amazing, like I can’t even describe. The best feeling in the world,” Neymar started to babble, “...besides being yours”, he quickly adds as he realizes what he’s saying. “Stop with that,” Cristiano’s tone suddenly dark as Neymar feels warm bodies on either side of his body, “Tomorrow you can be sappy with us. Today you are a World Cup winner”.
“We aren’t jealous,” Leo finally speaks, “we are the real winners. We had to snuggle,” he stops and places a warm kiss on Neymar’s neck, sending a shiver up Neymar’s bad, “kiss,” another kiss, “fuck,” another, “and love,” another, “a World Cup winner,” he ends his speech by sucking something between a kiss and a bit onto Neymar’s jaw. Neymar realizes he is already hard. It doesn’t take much, even after 7 years. I mean look at his boyfriends, who could blame him.
“So are you serious about fucking,” Neymar quips, leaning into Leo’s touch. Finally losing his shyness. He was a winner after all and boy was he going to celebrate. “Have we ever not been serious about fucking, menino,” Cristiano responds, pulling Neymar away from Leo and pulling him flush against his toned body. “Can I get a kiss, champion,” he whispered against the Brazilian’s forehead. Neymar didn’t need to respond to that, his body did it for me. Leaning his head up, his lips connected with his boyfriends for the first time in, well, longer than he would care to think about. They fell into rhythm instantly, Neymar lifted his arms to Cristiano’s back, first feeling the hard muscles there, and then finding the green glossy text on the back of the jersey. Neymar’s fingers start tracing the letters of his own name on Cristiano’s back, moaning into the miss and Cris bits lightly on Neymar’s lower lip. “You like that don’t you,” Leo is suddenly whispering into Neymar’s ear, “the two of us, branded with your name”, Neymar moans deeply into the kiss and then pulls away, continuing to trace the letters on Cris’s back as he turns his head to smash his lips into Leo’s. Leo welps in shock, but it only takes him a moment to start kissing back with fervor, reaching his hands up into Neymar’s hair to pull his head closer.
Cristiano doesn’t waste time, leaning down to bit loving marks into anywhere on Neymar he can reach, stretching the neckline of the yellow and green T-shirt that Neymar was wearing to reach more tanned skin. When Leo and Neymar finally separate, breathless, Cristiano is quick in Neymar’s ear, “I want you to fuck me,” Cristiano whispers and then licks the shell of Neymar’s ear.
Neymar stops in his tracks. Did he hear that right? Of course, they had done this before. It’s been 7 years after all, they have experimented with everything under the sun at this point, but still, this, this was a rarity. “Are you sure?” Neymar looks up at Cris, still flush against Leo’s small but strong body. Cristiano raises an eyebrow, “who wouldn’t want to be fucked by a World Cup winner,” was the only response Cris gives before backing up and removing his briefs, discarding them somewhere on the hotel floor. He reaches behind his head to pull off his jersey before Neymar’s voice cuts in, “no, keep that on,”. Cristiano smirks, “I figured you would say that,” but drops his hold on the fabric, letting it cover him fully again, and crawls onto the center of the bed. “Well are you two coming or what?” Cristiano asks cooly, looking back at the two still standing in the middle of the room.
Neymar doesn’t hesitate anymore. Crawling onto the bed and kneeling by Cristiano’s feet. Leo follows suit and crowds up behind Neymar, pulling the shirt of his Brazilian winner, leaving his own Jersey on as Cristiano had. Leo wastes no time, feeling Neymar’s toned sides and kissing, licking, biting, the back of his neck. Neymar almost gets lost in the sensation before he looks at Cristiano in front of him, legs spreading to give Neymar more space, his large cock already hard against his stomach, about to leak onto the yellow jersey. Neymar wraps a hand around each of Cristiano’s large thighs, rubbing the lithe muscle there and pushing his lover’s legs open as far as he possibly could. “Are you sure?” he whispers one more time, locking eyes with Cristiano, even as he knows Leo is mauling his back as they speak. Cristiano responds by reaching for the bottle of lube he had stashed in his night stand, taking Neymar’s hand in his own, giving it a warm squeeze, before turning Neymar’s hand to face up and pouring an ample amount of the cold gel onto it, “get on with it, pretty boy,” Cristiano urges with a nod. Neymar nods back and starts to rub the gel between his fingers, warming it up quickly before bringing his fingers down to pad at Cristiano’s entrance.
Neymar feels Leo stop destroying his back and snuggle up onto Neymar’s neck, surely wanting to watch the show. With one more loving look at Cristiano, Neymar waits no more to push one finger into Cristiano. Cristiano sucks in a tight breath but accepts the intrusion easily. For someone who bottoms so infrequently, Cristiano was born for this. Neymar begins to slowly pump the one finger in and out, using the other hand to rub Cristiano’s arm and chest, willing the man below him to be as relaxed as possible. Just a few moments pass before Neymar hears, “another”, and who is he to deny the sight in front of him. With no hesitation, he pushes a second finger into Cristiano, who again accepts it willingly, despite the way Neymar sees the portuguese’s fingers curl tightly into the bed sheet. Leo reacts quickly, not moving from behind Neymar, but reaching out to curl his fingers into Cristiano’s, squeezing tightly. At the sight of this, Neymar begins to slowly scissors his fingers, adding a third the second he notices Cristiano’s grip on Leo relax. “Muy bueno,” Leo whispers sensually into Neymar’s ear, who rolls his eyes but turns to press a quick kiss onto Leo’s plump lips. “Enough,” Cristiano’s voice cuts through the kiss, “I’m ready”. Neymar nods, way too turned on to question Cristiano now.
Neymar gives a few pumps to his own leaking cock and Leo scrambles across the bed and grabs the bottle of lube that Cristiano had discarded somewhere near the pillows. “Te quiero,” Neymar whispers to Leo in another kiss, suddenly feeling as though he has been neglecting Leo even since Cristiano’s preposition. “I’m loving the show,” Leo assures him and hands Neymar the small bottle. Neymar agrees as Leo takes his original spot behind Neymar, pressing kisses to his neck as Neymar spreads the gel onto himself and leans down to press a kiss onto Cristiano’s lips and he wipes his fingers on Cristiano’s jersey. Cristiano responds with more passion than Neymar expected, pulling Neymar’s body as close to his own as he could.
Much to his own dismay, however, Neymar breaks the kiss rather quickly, more than ready to get on with it. He stays close to Cristiano’s face for a moment, breathing the same air, until Cristiano gives one more nod and squeezes Neymar’s muscled arm. Neymar sits back and lines himself up with Cristiano’s entrance. He watches Leo’s hand curl up between them and start to gingerly rub Cristiano’s tense thigh as Neymar slowly pushes in. Both men let out a deep moan as Neymar starts to fill Cristiano. “Fuck,” Neymar curses, as he uses all his effort to still himself, giving Cristiano a moment to adjust. But Cristiano is antsy now too and he attempts to lift his hips closer to Neymar.
Taking that as his cue, Neymar starts to slowly pull out of Cristiano, before pushing in again, almost slower this time. “This isn’t the stamina of a winner,” Cristano smirks, though Neymar sees the lust glazing over his dark eyes. Neymar gives one more nod before beginning to push in and out with more fervor, searching for the spot that will finally shut Cristiano up, Just a few thrusts later, he finds it, hearing Cristiano let out an absolute filthy moan, followed by a shallow, “ney”.
Just as Neymar was finding his pace with Cristiano, he feels Leo let go of both of them and crawl around the bed searching for something. Neymar considers stopping to see what is going on, but looking at the sweat building up on the Brazilian jersey on the tanned skin below him and he isn’t sure he can. His questions are answered either way as he hears the classic click of a bottle opening and the warmth of Leo gathering behind him. “Can I fuck you?” Leo whispers in Neymar’s ear and Neymar nearly loses it right there, an absolute obscene noise falling from his lips. “Yes or no, my love,” Leo prompts again but already starting to circle Neymar’s entrance with the pad of his finger. All Neymar can muster is a nod as he tries to keep his force with Cristiano.
Leo doesn’t hesitate pushing an entire finger into Neymar, and a second just a few thrusts later. It takes only a second for Leo to find that special spot in Neymar and at the very first touch, Neymar all but falls onto Cristiano, bracing himself with his shaky arms as he keeps fucking into Cristiano. “Get on with it querido,” Cristiano moans to Leo, “or it’ll be over before you get your turn”. Leo nods, quickly spreading more lube onto his own cock, and taking advantage of Neymar’s hunched over position to push into the Brazilian, carefully, but full of fervor. Neymar slows for a second inside Cristiano, letting Leo bottom out so they can find a rhythm together. “Ready,” Leo whispers in Neymar’s ear. Neymar pushes back against Leo gently as his sign, way too full to speak. Both men pull out slowly before Leo drives passionately into Neymar, who follows through deep into Cristiano. All three men moan loudly and filthy.
Just a moment into this and Neymar knows he doesn’t have long left. All the adrenaline from the day, in combination with being completely surrounded by his lovers, was pushing everything in him into his cock, the unstoppable warmth already pooling in his stomach. But he can’t give up yet, he tries to clear his mind and Leo continues to set the rhythm, driving into Neymar, who in turn drives into Cristiano.
To Neymar’s surprise, it’s Cristiano’s voice that breaks that sea of moaning that takes over the room, “touch me Ney,”. Neymar wishes he had more of a mind to fight Cristiano, to be sassy with him, to force him to cum on Neymar’s cock alone, but Neymar knows he needs to speed this whole thing up lest he embarrass himself right in the middle. So he nods and uses all of his remaining energy to wrap a sweaty hand around Cristiano’s leaking cock, jerking it off roughly and with little rhythm.
“Ney, ney, ney…” Cristiano begins to chant, using his strong thighs to push up further into Neymar. Neymar leans down to whisper to Cristiano, still jerking him between their sweaty bodies, the change in position pushing himself further onto Leo. Letting out a low moan, Neymar kisses lightly on Cristiano’s jaw before reaching his ear and whispering, “cum for the winner, Cristiano”. And this does the trick. With almost a yell, Cristiano finishes all over Neymar’s hand, spreading the mess onto the yellow jersey.
The two men breathe deeply, the slap of Leo pressing against Neymar’s sizzling skin still filling the room. Cristiano lifts his head to press a kiss onto Neymar’s lips before gingerly extracting himself from under the pile of his lovers. Leo takes advantage of this moment, pushing Neymar down to all fours on the bed as Cristiano kneels to Neymar’s side. Bless than man’s energy.
Cristiano tilts Leo’s head back, drawing the Argentine into a kiss for the first time. Neymar wishes he could turn his head to see the site, but right now his body is realizing just hold long of a day it had been, and all he can do is moan and try to keep his head off the mattress. He hears the kiss break and then suddenly Cristiano is by his head again, “want some help, meu campeão?”. All Neymar can do is let out a filthy, “please”.
But that’s enough for Cristiano. He runs his massive hand down Neymar’s heaving chest and wraps his fingers around his burning cock. Just two more heavenly thrusts for Leo and Neymar is covering Cristiano’s hands with his own mess, feeling as though he's going to lose consciousness any second now. Leo pushes himself roughly into Neymar just two or three more times before he stills and finishes with his own grunt, doing everything in his power to not collapse onto Neymar’s now shivering body.
Cristiano stands and lifts Neymar off the bed as soon as Leo pulls out. “No please,” Neymar protests, “can’t we just sleep?” he begs, turning to the digital clock on the nightstand, it was nearing 6am. “Not this dirty you aren’t sleeping in my bed, menino,” Cristiano presses a kiss to Neymar’s scrunched nose as he carries him to the bathroom, “you probably still have traces of those frenchmen all over you”. Neymar hears Leo change the sheets as Cristiano turns on the water and places Neymar into the shower, stepping into the wetness alongside him just as Leo pads into the bathroom.
Neymar doesn’t remember much of the shower besides being pressed between the chests of the people he loves most in the world. He doesn’t really come to until they are back in the bed, Neymar in the middle, both of them curled into his sides. He’s in and out of sleep as he hears Cristiano’s voice, “I was thinking, guys,” he whispers, “what if I came to stay in Paris for a bit. No point in me going back to Manchester now. And I know I’ll have to move wherever come the end of January, but maybe we can have a little holiday rendezvous in Pari, just the three of us, what do you think?”.
“I was hoping you would suggest that,” Neymar hears Leo respond and feels him lift one arm to rub Cristiano. Neymar wants to respond, he really does, because of course he wants this more than anything, a whole month of them living together, it’s been years, or maybe ever, since they had time like that, but he just can’t make his lips move anymore. So, instead he snakes his hand around the bed, finding Cristiano’s fingers, locking them with his and giving them a tight squeeze. He knows Cristiano understands as he places a soft kiss on Neymar’s forehead. And finally, finally, Neymar sleeps with a completely clear mind, the loves of his life on either side of him, and a special golden trophy in his suitcase.