[Football] Bad Boy Batty

After the game, Batistuta and De Bruyne gave a double interview.

[Well done, both of you. What a great match and a fantastic result. Can you tell us in a few words what this victory means to you?]

De Bruyne: "Yeah, it was a crazy game. None of us expected four goals in the first 10 minutes. This victory means a lot to us. Tottenham is very strong. It was not easy for us, but Pep thought of everything. After Batistuta came on, the game became easier. We controlled the game. We are all happy to advance to the semi-finals."

Batistuta: "Right, without me these guys can't do anything - well, the guy next to me made a beautiful pass, you won't find a better passer in football now, at least he was responsible for 1/3 of my goal."

「Then this──」

De Bruyne ignored the reporter's next question and turned to look at Batistuta: "Why one-third? I thought I had at least half."

Batty crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows at him: "Of course not half, you don't have it, and I don't have it either. Have you forgotten, if it wasn't for Lori hitting me, I might-"

De Bruyne interrupted him: "I didn't give you that ball."

Batistuta was stunned for a moment: "What? That--Oh! I mixed up the two goals, I'm so happy! The one that was hit by Lori was the second one, Ney, I and Lori each had 1/3 of the credit." He gave De Bruyne a flattering smile, "Sorry, Kevin, I love you, your pass is the best in the world, it must have been caused by the Jenga game just now."

De Bruyne didn't buy it. He pretended to be calm and said, "It's just a human tower. Did it hurt your brain? I think your love is only the size of a golf ball. I can't feel it at all."

Batty maintained a flattering attitude. Since the other party wanted to make trouble during the interview, why shouldn't he continue? "No, no, Kevin, you can doubt anything, but you can't doubt this. My love for you is as big as a football field!"

In the end, the 3-minute interview was dragged out to 7 or 8 minutes.

"He seems really happy. It's rare to see such a childish side of Barty." The photographer sighed as he watched the two people leaving.

Then he patted his partner (reporter) on the shoulder and said: "Do you feel that De Bruyne has become a lot stronger after recovering from his injury? It seems that he has done muscle-building training on purpose. Look - Batistuta looks thinner and smaller hanging on him. The key is that his muscle building has not lost his flexibility. His passing is still so good. I am really envious... Why don't you say anything?"

"I need to slow down, give me a few minutes." The reporter said a little weakly, "The couple who haven't given me sweets for a few months suddenly stuffed a lot of sweets into my mouth. I can't digest it."

Photographer:…

"Just now, when Kevin and Batistuta finished their interview, did you record the scene where Batistuta was hung on Kevin's neck and dragged back to the locker room?" the reporter asked.

"Yes, what do you want to do?"

"Send it to me, I need to prepare material." The reporter covered his face, as if there were pink bubbles floating around him. "It's too erotic, too suitable for post-match locker room chaos, I have to - ah! Kevin and Batistuta, the first Manchester City couple I've ever been obsessed with, how come they're so good to be obsessed with!!"

Photographer:…
Photographer: I don’t really understand your fan circle

……

On the way back to the locker room, Batty changed his posture and jumped on De Bruyne's back, using him as a human scooter. Touching his wet short hair, he leaned over and asked, "Now there's no camera, Kevin, tell me, do you really care that I said the wrong goal?"

"What do you think?" De Bruyne replied in a less cheerful tone. "That was a goal. I don't believe anyone would misremember a goal and an assist."

"Do you think I'm lying to you?"

"No, I think you're making fun of me."

"I swear to God I didn't."

"Then you are a fool. I have never heard of anyone getting this wrong." De Bruyne said as he high-fived the assistant coach, then put Batistuta down and walked into the locker room. "You think you have scored so many goals--"

[Ah! No way! ]

A sudden shout from the locker room interrupted De Bruyne's words and attracted Batistuta's attention. The two stopped at the door and looked towards the source of the sound at the same time.

Aguero was sitting in front of the cabinet, with a towel draped over his shoulders and his hair flying all over the place. He was holding the phone and making strange noises, with an expression of disbelief on his face. Neymar was also next to him, with the same look of disbelief on his face, but compared to the Argentine striker, he had a hint of sadness.

"What? Are Pakistan and Afghanistan finally going to get along well?" Batty teased.

"No, the result is out next door." B Silva came close to him and said, "Do you want to guess the match between Barcelona and Liverpool?"

"What's there to guess? I remember that Barcelona beat Liverpool 3-0 in the first leg... Wait, don't tell me they are out!" Batistuta's eyes widened. He glanced at Neymar and Aguero. "Really? They were defeated 3-0 in the first leg?"

Neymar looked up and shrugged at him: "I had the same reaction three minutes ago."

"Really lost?" Batty whistled. "What's the score?"

"4-0." Aguero looked over and shook his head helplessly. "You have to admit that Anfield is really difficult. What a pity. I told Leo to meet in the final."

"Leading 3-0 but then being overturned, does that sound familiar?" B Silva nudged Batistuta with his elbow, "Yes, that was Milan back then. Do you remember who their opponent was? It was also Liverpool."

"Ha!" Batistuta made a mocking sound. "What? Is there a curse on Liverpool? Will they come back after being beaten 3-0? I don't believe it. If we meet in the semi-finals -"

"We'll talk about the semifinals later. Now we've just won the game, so let's focus on that."

Guardiola naturally took over the second half of Batistuta's sentence. He had just returned from a press conference and it was obvious that he was quite satisfied with the success of his tactics.

"Congratulations, everyone! It's not easy to get to this point. It's normal to have some thoughts during such an important game. Don't be too hard on yourself." The head coach came to the center and clapped his hands. "We played very well in the second half. In fact, you made me want to scream throughout the game today. Everyone is talking about this game, talking about how great and special you are. I hope you can calm down and don't get carried away. Have a good rest. There are more games waiting for you. No one should let down their guard until the last second. Do you understand?"

"understand!"

……

After returning from the Etihad Stadium, Batistuta selectively ignored Guardiola's words "have a good rest" and took Neymar and Aguero to a famous nightclub to relax.

They just won an exciting game and Barcelona got turned around, they deserved it.

It was already past 2 o'clock when they came back from the nightclub. Batistuta wanted to continue, but Neymar and Aguero were not interested. After mocking them for getting old, they went home.

"…It's not even 3 o'clock yet, and my nightlife hasn't even started yet!" Batty staggered into the house with a half-full bottle of whiskey in his hand. "Damn it, I'm actually starting to think this whiskey tastes good. This is so wrong. It's so British!"

Grumbling, he turned on the light.

Then I saw a piece of clothes on the sofa. Oh no, it was not clothes, it was a person.

"Who the hell are you? Why are you in my house?" Batty reached over and raised the half-full bottle of wine as a weapon. "Stand up and let me see that your hands are clean, otherwise--Luki?"

The figure was none other than Lucas who lived downstairs.

"Hi Batistuta." The French defender greeted him while keeping his hands raised obediently. He glanced at the messy living room and moved his feet a little guiltily. "I'm sorry for messing up your room. I'm just a little excited."

The alarm was lifted. Batty put down the bottle and stopped asking how the other party got in. He waved his hand to tell Lucas not to be nervous, then collapsed on the sofa without any image and kicked his shoes aside casually.

"You've arrived just in time, honey. I was just saying that the night shouldn't end now."

In fact, he has been here for hours, and you are the new one, Lucas thought, puffing his lips.

"Don't just stand there, go turn on the TV." Batty pulled off a pair of socks and threw them at Lucas. "Hurry up, we have to go to the club tomorrow afternoon, and we can't get up later than 11 o'clock."

He threw the other one as well, but this one missed the target too far and got caught on the vase.

"Why don't you move?" Batty said with a distinct nasal tone. He rubbed his nose, which made his nasal tone worse. "How many pieces of clothing do I need to use to make you do what you want?"

Lucas swallowed.

He had never expected being alone with a drunken Barty would turn out like this.

"Hey! Are you a blockhead? Turn on the TV! Turn on the TV!"

"Actually, I'm not here to play games with you today." Lucas cleared his throat and walked over. He tried to make himself look more serious. "Bati, I have something important to tell you."

"Is it important?" Batty frowned, changed his direction, put his legs on the armrest of the sofa, and lay down sideways. He nodded his lips, "Why didn't you tell me on the bus? I was still sober at that time. What, do you want to have sex with me or borrow money?"

"neither."

Lucas slowly walked over to the couch and knelt on the carpet in front of Batty.

"Yeah? You look a little weird today, Luki." Batty propped up his upper body with his arms, lowered his head slightly and looked at Lucas, "What are you doing?"

"I should have found a better time to do this, but--" Lucas looked away, pulled Batty's other hand over, and slowly rubbed his knuckles with his thumb, "I can't help it. I have to tell you now, right now." Under the influence of alcohol, Batty's reaction was not as quick as usual. He looked into Lucas' eyes and blinked, then his gaze slid down to the other's hand holding his.

This feels familiar.

Have fun.

Thinking about it, he tilted his head and smiled, playfully scratching Lucas' wrist with his index finger: "What do you want to tell me?"

"Bati." Lucas called his name. When Batty looked over subconsciously, he looked up and said, "Don't hate me." His fiery gaze instantly kidnapped those blue eyes. "I think I like you."

what.

Batty's brain froze.

He had some idea of ​​what Lucas was going to do, but what he didn't expect was... it would be like this. It was like a hacker trying to break into your computer, and when you were trying to prevent your confidential files from being stolen, a smiley face popped up on your computer desktop.

Oh, that metaphor is not quite appropriate.

Then change it.

It's like when you put on sexy lingerie and are ready to have a hearty battle with your partner, the other person hugs you gently, leaves a light kiss on your eyelids, then hugs you and says let's go to bed.

Batty looked at Lucas for about half a minute, then he chuckled.

"and then?"

Now it was Lucas' turn to be surprised.

"W-what?" He was a little incoherent, "Then... then?"

"Yes, you like me, and then what?" Batty half-closed his eyes and broke free with his backhand, then stretched out his hand and stroked Lucas's chin with the back of his hand in a flirtatious manner, "What is this, a child's confession?"

"You, Batty, what's wrong with you? I don't--" Lucas looked at Batty in disbelief, as if an old tape recorder had stuck. His lips couldn't stop shaking. "You don't feel surprised. Why?"

"Why should I be surprised?"

"You don't, you don't have a girlfriend... in Hollywood, your, uh."

"Hey Lucas, I don't have a celebrity girlfriend in Hollywood." Batty straightened Lucas's face and said to him, "I have no interest in women. Although I haven't made it clear, many people in the club have noticed this. Did you take our quick question and answer seriously?"

Lucas ignored the teasing in Batty's tone.

"You said you weren't seeing anyone."

"Correct."

"You said you like men."

"Correct."

"I do not believe."

"Yeah?" Batty tilted his head and looked at Lucas. After playing for so many years, this was the first time he heard someone say he didn't believe it. "You don't believe it?"

"Do not believe."

"Then--" Batty straightened Lucas' face again, then he leaned over, and in the other's shocked eyes, he kissed Lucas on the lips, then distanced himself.

It was a quick kiss, not the lingering kind between lovers, but a light and sweet kiss between lovers declaring their love.

With a hint of whiskey.

"Do you believe it?" Batty asked with a smile.

Lucas was stunned, and subconsciously -

"Do not."

"How about this?" Batty leaned over again and repeated the kiss.

"…No."

"Like this?" Batty kissed again.

"……Do not."

"Again?" Batty continued to kiss.

“… or no.”

"You are such a bad, bad guy." Batty pinched Lucas' chin and accused him softly on his lips, "Do you have to wait for me to kiss your lips dry before you believe it?"

Lucas blushed and his eyes trembled slightly.

"I'll ask you again." Barty rubbed his lower lip against his, "Do you believe me now?"

"I believe it."

Batty smiled with his eyes curved and reached out to touch his nose.

"good--"

The next second, the world was spinning and Batty was pulled down from the sofa. He could feel his skin touching the soft wool blanket.

"This is just like a dream!" Lucas was so happy that he rolled on the floor with Batty in his arms, and then became incoherent again, "You kissed me! You kissed me! I really - you like me too, God! Winning any trophy would make me happy!"

Wait, when did he say he liked him too?
Batistuta was a little overwhelmed by Lucas' enthusiasm.

But it doesn't matter, what he wants most is coming, isn't it? No matter how childish the confession is, what should happen next is to develop the all-age type into NC-17.

"Hey Luki—"

"Can I kiss you, Batty? I've been thinking about this for a long time!" Lucas's excited voice came, and after getting a positive answer, he began to bite Batty's lips.

Yes, that's right, forgive him for using the word 'gnaw'.

Lucas's kissing skills are just as bad as his confession skills.

Batty rolled his eyes. Even if he had a few more bottles of liquor to make him drunk, his kissing skills would still be hundreds of times better than this guy's.

Lucas' wild kiss finally ended, and he hugged her again, like a love-starved cuddly bear.

"Luki, get up." Batty reached for his belt. "Your arm is pressing on my—"

"No, please, don't move." Lucas begged. He hugged Batty's waist tightly and then buried his head in his mouth. "Let me hold you for a while longer. I can't believe that my dream has come true!"

Barty's hands paused as he was unbuckling his belt.

Feeling the furry and hot head in his abdomen, suddenly a strange feeling entered his head. They maintained the posture of hugging each other on the ground for a long time, so long that Batty's desire disappeared.

"You know, Barty, I really, really like you."

Lucas' muffled voice came through his clothes. Batty looked at the ceiling and exhaled, sobering up a lot.

After a while, he spread his five fingers into Lucas's curly hair and rubbed it gently.

Never mind, it’s fine this way.

(End of this chapter)