[Football] Bad Boy Batty

"Brian! Brian! Brian!"
"OLEEE OLEEE OLEE OLE!"
"COME ON! YOU CAN DO IT!"

When Batty finished the interview and received the MVP trophy and returned to the locker room, the place was already full of excitement, with naked men and champagne foam everywhere. The locker room manager was jumping around to warm up, looking like he was going into a boxing cage.

Batty grabbed the closest player, B Seat, and asked, "What are you going to do? A new way of playing?"

"Yes! This time we will not only be gliding, but also sliding under everyone's crotch!" Seat B explained excitedly.

The locker room manager is named Brian. He has a good personality and loves to play. He always performs body sliding in the locker room, which means stripping down to underwear and sliding across the champagne-covered floor. This is considered their championship-winning routine.

"Go! Neymar has been looking for you. If you don't come, they will start!" The Portuguese midfielder pushed Ederson, who was still spraying champagne, away and shouted to the center of the locker room: "Hey everyone! Batistuta is here!!"

Brian over there is already ready.

The people lined up in an I-shape in the middle made baboon-like noises.

"Wait - I'm not done yet!" Batty threw the trophy onto a pile of clothes in front of his locker and quickly squeezed through the crowd, "Where's the champagne? Give me another bottle!"

"Here!" Neymar waved in the team.

Batty jumped in front of him and squeezed into the line, and Walker handed him an unopened bottle of champagne.

"coming soon!"

Brian the Joker did a ballet start, took a running start, and then threw himself on the ground and rushed out like a swordfish!
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!"
"success!!!"
"It's absolutely perfect! It looks more like a loach than a loach!"

Soon, everyone in the room began to dance and celebrate with their arms around each other, singing songs ranging from the 98 World Cup theme song to the 10 World Cup, and from "Wonderwall" to "Hey Jude".

The new reporter at the door poked the Manchester City reporter next to him.

"Why do I feel like they were happier after they got through than when they won the championship?" she asked.

"Oh, this." The team reporter shrugged, "They have always been like this, you just get used to it."

When Guardiola and De Bruyne returned from the post-match press conference, the celebration in the locker room had come to an end. Soon, they packed up their things and prepared to return to Manchester overnight to party with the fans.

Unfortunately, due to the weather, all flights were delayed and would not take off until tomorrow morning at the earliest.

"So what should we do? Are we going to stay at the airport until morning?" Batty said, "I can borrow a plane from my godfather. There are large and medium-sized ones."

"No, Batistuta, you can't." Guardiola pinched his brows. "Weather reasons mean that no planes can take off, including your godfather's. We can't joke about safety."

"so what should I do now?"

"I don't know." Guardiola was also undecided, "Let's wait for the chairman to decide."

The chairman quickly booked the hotel closest to the airport, and to be on the safe side, he also rebooked the entire team's flights for tomorrow at noon.

"We just won, and the boys need to relax." He said while checking in at the hotel lobby, "No one will be able to sleep tonight. Even if there is a rule not to run around, they will sneak out."

This is absolutely true.

Guardiola took a deep breath and then called the players over: "There are no rules tonight, except that you can't touch drugs. You can have fun however you want. There are several good nightclubs in Madrid. I have a VIP pass. Anyone who wants can come to me."

"Ohhhh! Long live Pep!" the players cheered.

"Remember the time, don't get too drunk, gather here at 10 a.m. tomorrow. We still have to check in our luggage and go through security, don't miss your flight." Guardiola clapped his hands, "Remember! Tomorrow at 10 a.m.! Don't be late, dismissed."

……

"Where are you taking me?"

"It's a good place to go, don't worry Batistuta, I've lived in Madrid for many years and I know exactly where it's worth going."

Lucas had made preparations long ago. When the flight was delayed, he called his friend in Madrid to borrow a car. When Guardiola announced that they could go out and play, his friend just happened to drive there.

So at the moment the team was disbanded, Lucas pulled Batty and ran out. After getting in the car, he ruthlessly left his friend behind.

"Your phone is going to be bombarded soon, Luki." Batty put down the back of the chair and lay comfortably on the passenger seat. "I guess he didn't expect your 'borrowing a car' to be like this."

"He wouldn't dare." Lucas chuckled, "He also borrowed my car when I was still in Atletico Madrid. When he returned it to me, all four headlights were broken, the bumper was gone, and one of the doors was completely dented. I didn't even ask him to pay for the repairs."

"Wow," Barty exclaimed, "you are so generous."

If someone borrowed his car and wrecked it and didn't want to pay for the repairs, he would beat that guy up and then blacklist him.

Lucas turned on the car radio, and hot Spanish music filled the entire car. Batistuta changed his posture and checked his phone. After telling Niu Qiu that he and Lucas went out to play, he directed all those who asked about his whereabouts to his younger brother. Finally, he did not forget to send the photo of himself holding the trophy to a Portuguese guy.

After doing this, his phone lit up red.

"Are we almost there, Luki?" Batty sat up. His charging cable was in his bag, and the bag was next to Loach. "No matter which nightclub we go to, there must be a place to charge—"

He was wrong, Lucas was not going to take him to a nightclub at all, and the scene outside the car showed that they had already left the city.

"We'll be there soon." Lucas pointed ahead, "We'll have to stop when we reach that tree. We'll have to walk the rest of the way."

Several question marks popped up above Batty's head.

"The woods? Are you serious?" He raised his voice. "It's almost 12 o'clock and you brought me here. Do you want to kill someone and dump the body?"

"Haha! Batty, you're so humorous." As if Lucas didn't hear the irony in the joke, he parked the car under the tree and turned off the engine. "This is where Theo and I used to run at night. There are no wild animals here. It's very safe."

"You want to reminisce about the past? Then bring Theo, not me."

"No, that's not what I meant." Lucas got out of the car. "I want to take you to my secret base. You can see the stars very clearly there!"

Stargazing?
Barty gave a shocked smirk.

To be honest, this wasn't the first time someone wanted to take him to see the stars, but it was the first time someone took him to see the stars while he was celebrating a win.

What should I say?
"Ba-ti-" Lucas leaned against the car door and looked at him pitifully, "Come with me, please."

Batty: ...

Fine.

In a way, it's quite romantic.

……

Twenty minutes later, they climbed halfway up the mountain through the woods and finally arrived at Lucas' secret base - an open area with a view of the city and the night sky, and a small lawn.

"So, dear, what about the stars?" Barty said, standing with his arms folded. "You haven't thought about that at all, have you."

Due to the weather, the sky is full of dark clouds and not a single star can be seen.

"Oh my god! I forgot about it!" Lucas slapped his forehead in annoyance, then sat down on the ground in frustration. "I just thought that if the plane was delayed, I could take you to see the stars, but if you can see the stars, it means the weather is good, and if the weather is good, the plane can take off, and we won't have time to come here."

Batty walked behind him and patted the curly hair on his head: "Now you know, let's go, let's find a nightclub and have fun. We still have time to have a round of drinks."

Just as he turned to go down the hill, Lucas grabbed his wrist.

"Don't." He looked at him pitifully again, "Although I messed up, can you stay with me for a little while, just a little while."

Batty lowered his head and looked at Lucas.

About half a minute later——

"Okay." He rolled his eyes and sat down. "All night shows are open before 4 o'clock. We still have plenty of time."

Lucas smiled.

Batty was defeated by his wet puppy eyes.

Again.

……

Lucas kept talking about his and Theo's childhood. Batistuta looked at his phone, which had only 5% battery left. It showed that it was 1:40 in the morning. Lucas' story would last for a whole hour.

God--

Batty picked up a small stone and threw it forward.

We have to do something to make him stop and prevent him from using eye attacks. If we continue to listen, I'm afraid someone will fall asleep.

what to do?

Batty stared at Lucas for a few seconds, then suddenly grabbed Lucas' collar, pulled him over, and sealed his mouth with a kiss.

Ah!
The whole world is quiet.

"Um... Barty, Barty?"

Lucas was a little at a loss, not even knowing where to put his hands. Batty grabbed them and placed them on his shoulders and waist, then kissed him more actively. Because Lucas was kissed while talking just now, Batty easily conquered his mouth and teased his tongue.

But if kissing is compared to dancing, then Barty's partner at this time is like a piece of wood.

"Aren't you going to kiss back?" He let go of Lucas' collar, stepped back slightly, lowered his eyelids and kissed the corner of his mouth. "I don't want to lie to you, Luki, but I prefer a stronger one, understand?"

Lucas didn't quite understand what Batty meant, but he knew exactly what he wanted. He responded with a few syllables, then grabbed Batty's waist and half-dragged him in front of him.

Batistuta didn't resist. Following Lucas's force, he turned over and stepped on top. "Is that so?" The French defender stretched out his hand to let them get closer.

"Good boy." Batty held his face, put it close to his lips, and lowered his voice, "You said you were in love before, so let me ask you, what should we do next?"

Lucas answered him with practical actions.

The kiss was filled with joy.

rarely seen.

Batty had rarely met a guy like this before. There was no obvious thirst or desire, as if just a kiss was enough to make him happy for several days.

This feels a bit weird.

Lucas was a pretty good kisser, he was not stage-shy, his tongue tip swept over Barty's teeth on both sides, staying on the upper palate for a larger area and longer, entangled with Barty's tongue like a twizzler, he grasped the timing of breathing and flirting very well, no one had to worry about running dry.

But it's too equal.

There was no blizzard-like aggression that Batty expected. He liked to forget everything for a short time and wanted to be plundered roughly.

That's so interesting.

Lucas had no intention of giving him that feeling, so Batty decided to fight for it himself. He grabbed the other's tongue and bit it hard.

"Hiss--" Lucas tried to move away in pain, but Batty took the opportunity to press the back of his head and deepen the kiss, turning it into a confrontational struggle.

Batty is like a rose, a rose surrounded by thorns.

Some people want to pick it, some people want to destroy it, but why can't we want to love it and embrace it through the thorns?

As he was thinking, Lucas opened his eyes, and in the moonlight, his sight moved from Batty's swaying light-colored hair to his long, curly eyelashes. They were trembling slightly, covering up his usually playful and flamboyant eyes.

Why do you do this, Batty?

Lucas took the initiative again and tried to guide the other party, but he failed. The slightly cool hand went down and easily unbuttoned his jeans.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

The French defender called off the action.

"What's wrong?" Batty looked down at Lucas, "You don't want to continue?"

"No, I just—"

Batty's eyes turned red. "I'm not interested in playing this game with you." He was a little impatient. "Either do it or get lost. Your choice."

"I didn't mean to tease you, Batty, don't be angry with me." Lucas smiled ingratiatingly, "I, I didn't think I could be here..."

Oh, like this.

"What should we do?" Batty tilted his head, pinched his chin and shook it gently, "I want you, right here, right now, what will you do?"

"I--" Lucas scratched his hair and said with a fearless attitude, "I have never done it outside, but there must be a first time. Don't blame me for not doing it well. If it hurts you, you must tell me and I will stop immediately."

As he said this he also started to unbutton Batty's shirt.

What kind of idiot is this?

Batty felt angry and amused at the same time, and finally couldn't help laughing out loud, then he hit Lucas hard on the head while he looked at him in confusion.

"You're the type who doesn't do foreplay, aren't you, Luki." Batty stood up, backed away on his knees and calves, and slowly distanced himself from him. "I like rough sex, but if you dare come in without anything, I'll beat you up."

Lucas swallowed.

What should I do? Batty is so cute with his threatening red eyes.

He had never done it in the wild, but his penis didn't care about that. It would stand up when it was time to do so. Lucas looked away a little awkwardly, but Batty still noticed it.

"Hey, looks like someone is excited." Batty teased as he spread Lucas' knees apart. He then lay on the grass, which had not been taken care of for years. The grass was very tall and could not be compared to the court at all. "It's a nice size. Get ready. Don't let me touch you and it's over."

Lucas' throat was dry and he had no idea what to say.

With a sigh, he was eaten.

Jesus fucking Christ!

All he could hear were Batistuta's humming and the sound of him slurping water. The French defender didn't dare to look at all. He raised his head to look at the night sky. The dark clouds had dispersed without him noticing, and his favorite stars in childhood were hanging above his head.

It’s a dream come true!

His favorite secret base, his favorite star, and his favorite person are feeding him. Nothing can be more touching than this.

……

After sufficient preparation, they went to the woods. Lucas was quite dissatisfied with the city scene and was always worried about being seen. Batty didn't care about it. He had a way to deal with being seen, and he was very happy whether he was looking at the city or leaning against the tree trunk.

"Is it really okay?" Lucas was still a little worried. "I'm sure they will use a lot of lotion. You really won't get hurt or..."

"Shut up Luki." Batty found a suitable angle to hold the tree trunk, "Shut up and fuck me."

Really, very straightforward.

Lucas felt himself tighten, he took a deep breath and pinched Batty's waist.

"Then I—Ah!"

Then?

Then there was no more.

Then he heard a scream and Batty felt the touch on his waist disappear. When he looked back, Lucas was gone, followed by the sound of leaves and branches being crushed.

Because it was too dark, the French defender missed a step and rolled down the hillside.

"Oh my god, Luki, are you okay?" Batty quickly pulled up his pants and ran over. Following Lucas's painful groan, he carefully touched him, "How could it be - Puta, why do you always encounter such absurd things?"

“I don’t know.” Lucas sounded like he was about to cry, and he flicked on his phone to illuminate it. “Shit, the bones are fine, but there’s a spot that hurts!”

"what?"

"Here it is—"

When the flashlight shone over, both of them fell silent.

On the side of Lucas's chest, there was a thorny ball that looked like a cocklebur.

Batty looked at Lucas, and Lucas looked at Batty.

"puff--"

"Don't, Barty, don't--"

"Hahahahahahaha! I'm sorry Luki! But, hahahahaha... cough cough, hahahaha!" Batty couldn't help but burst into laughter. He couldn't stop coughing even though he laughed. "Jesus, I never thought making love could be so funny. Luki, oh Luki, you are really my baby!"

"Don't laugh, don't laugh!" Lucas was completely cooked, "Go find something to help me get it down!"

"Okay, okay, don't worry. I'll go. Hahaha... cough cough." Batty tightened his lips. Under Lucas's glare, he cleared his throat and said, "I'll go look for it."

He quickly found a slingshot-shaped branch, but it was not easy to use. He tried several times but failed. So he simply used his shirt to cover his hands and tried to grab it directly.

"Is it done?"

"Alright, alright."

However, it was taken down, but just as Batty threw it away, the little thing drew a graceful arc and hung on Lucas' calf.

silence.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The outskirts of Madrid echoed with Lucas' screams and Batistuta's wild laughter that was almost suffocating.

……

Of course, I did it in the end.

When they got rid of the thorn ball and returned to the car, Lucas shrank into a snail because of Batty's laughter. In order to comfort him, Batty dragged him to the back seat and did it according to Lucas's preferences.

If you ignore the occasional laugh from Batistuta, it would be perfect.

Lucas did it several times with great effort and anger, just to prove that his ** still worked, so the two of them were late the next day. When they rushed to the hotel to meet up, only the loyal loach was left standing in the lobby.

On the plane, looking at the two empty seats and the long faces of some people, Guardiola felt a dull pain in his head.

Fortunately the season is over, he thought.

(End of this chapter)