[Football] Bad Boy Batty

"It's just a spider. Are you cowards?" Batty said impatiently. He waved his hands and pretended to drive the two out. "Just open the door and drive it out. Don't bother me."

Lucas and Pavard took two steps back in tacit understanding, then squeezed into the corner and refused to leave.

"We tried, but it didn't work," Lucas said. "The door is open now, but it just won't go out. What can we do?"

"The bigger the spider, the slower it moves and the less toxic it is." Neymar said. He was on the verge of exploding, not because he was disturbed but because of the ridiculous reason of "spider". "If you are really scared, you can just put a piece of paper under it and step on it."

Pavard seemed to not understand Portuguese very well. He pushed Lucas in front of him. Lucas swallowed and raised his hand to refuse: "I've seen the video. You can't step on it to death! Otherwise, countless small spiders will crawl out!"

"What does that have to do with me?" Batty grabbed the two men's sleeves, "This is not my home. Go find a hotel or your team leader, and don't bother the neighbors."

Lucas stared with his big eyes and showed a pitiful expression of a big dog, which successfully made Batty's men pause. If it wasn't a special time, Batty might have been more lenient with him.

"We've searched, we've searched everywhere!" he shouted, "This is the third room we've changed to. If we go again, the team leader and coach will be mad - please, please, please, please help us!"

Batty: ...

How could I run into such a big trouble when I just came here for a vacation (wrong).

In order to quickly get the two Frenchmen out of the room and continue what they had just unfinished, Batti pinched his brows and agreed to go next door to help them get rid of the "big spider".

To be honest, insects can't scare him. Having lived in the slums of Brazil for more than ten years, he has seen all kinds of things. Spiders smaller than the palm of your hand can even be kept as pets.

Batistuta picked up a roll of flyers from the door and walked next door. Neymar followed him with his arms folded. Lucas and Pavard walked cautiously at the end. They looked like a wonderful expedition team.

The layout of the room next door was exactly the same as theirs, except that the large bed in the middle was turned into two small beds.

"Why do you have two and I only have one?" Batty asked puzzledly.

"It was originally two beds put together, we just separated them." Lucas looked nervous, "Don't think about it for now, Spider, it was just behind the backpack strap!"

"Okay! You two annoying babies!" Batty rolled his eyes and said. He walked to the backpack, where there were several rolls of socks, hairspray, and perfume scattered around, obviously caused by someone getting scared and leaving in a hurry while packing.

The boy let out a long breath, then pulled up the strap of his backpack.

The ferocious beast described did not appear, and the thing was not even close to being "big".

Batty put down the flyer in his hand, and then reached out to take the little thing in his palm. He held the monster that scared the neighbors and turned to them with a joking smile: "Is this the 'big' spider you mentioned?"

Obviously the current situation was not as expected. Lucas was stunned for a moment, then suddenly rushed back, hugged Pavard and screamed in fear.

"How dare you hold that in your hands!"

"Relax, it's just a white-fronted stilt spider. It eats mosquitoes and doesn't bite people." Batty looked at the two speechlessly, then brought the little spider to the corridor and put it close to the wall. The little thing quickly climbed up, "Look, the alarm is lifted."

The two men breathed a sigh of relief visibly.

"Uh, thank you." Lucas scratched his hair and said with a silly smile. Then he glanced at Batistuta and Neymar. "I know you, Batistuta. I watched all your games last season. The coach said we are likely to be opponents, but - unfortunately, we met Real Madrid again."

"Okay, stop talking and go back." Batty waved his hand with a fake smile and said, "I don't know who you are, but France is in the same group as us. See you on the court. Don't be scared to tears by a little spider again."

After saying that, he pulled Neymar back to the room without caring about the expressions of the two Frenchmen next door. With the sound of the lock closing, the Brazilian disappeared in the corridor.

A few seconds later, Lucas put away his previous expression and gently kicked Pavard's calf.

"Look at the trick you came up with."

……

After returning to the room, Batty went to the bathroom to wash his hands while complaining. Looking at himself in the mirror, he blew the slightly longer hair on his forehead, then wet it with water and combed it all behind his head.

Sometimes it feels hard to describe. Being interrupted suddenly may take some time to recover, and it is hard to say how long this period of time will be. For some people, it may take a few minutes, while for others, it may not take even hours.

But Batti didn't believe it. He had been waiting for this day for a long time and was determined to go ahead with it.

He wiped his face with a towel and walked out. "Ney, you—"

Neymar leaned on the edge of the table, lowered his head slightly, and knitted his eyebrows together. This was an extremely tangled expression, and Batistuta was very familiar with it. Whenever he made this expression, it meant that he didn't dare to continue. The most recent time was probably in the box? Or was it on the lawn downstairs on his birthday?

"Oh, hey, Batistuta... I think, uh... you are here to play." Neymar said hesitantly. He changed his posture and looked at Batistuta, as if asking for his opinion. "I can wait until you finish the game, and then we can go to China for a real vacation."

Batistuta threw himself on the bed again. He put two pillows upright against the head of the bed, then found a comfortable position and half-lay down. Then he winked at Neymar opposite him playfully, "But I don't want to wait."

"But the game—"

"It's just a World Youth Championship, no big deal." Batty interrupted him, and then said in his usual arrogant tone: "Even if I let them play with one leg, they can still score goals and have sex. And-"

He deliberately glanced at Neymar with a slightly disdainful look: "And I doubt whether you have the ability to make my calves weak the next day."

!!!

"What... Of course I can! I swear I am definitely above average in terms of size and duration!" Neymar couldn't help but defend himself, "But that's not the point, the point is-"

"What is it?" Barty raised his chin impatiently, then propped up his legs and put one leg on top of the other. He smacked his lips, "Do you want me to be on top? I don't like being on top. I don't mean riding on top, but being on top in a sexual position. That's tiring and troublesome. But... if you really want to, it's not impossible."

How did the topic deviate here!
Neymar shook his head quickly: "I'm not... Batistuta, I didn't mean that!" "What do you mean?" The hair that had just been wet had dried thoroughly. Batistuta tucked the disobedient strands behind his ears, then moistened his dry lips and decided to provoke him. "If you're afraid of getting hurt, go back to your room. You don't want to see what's happening here later."

Neymar felt his throat tighten.

"You, what do you mean?" he asked nervously.

"Literally, I'm going to invite Lucas from next door." Batty shrugged, then shook his legs as if he was in a good mood, "He's quite to my taste - hey!"

Neymar's anger rushed to the top of his head. He quickly came to the bed, grabbed Batistuta's ankles and pulled him in front of him, then spread his legs and placed them on both sides of him, cursing softly: "Little bastard, you know how to piss me off, right?"

Batty was not angry at all about such unreasonable action. He crossed his arms behind his head and showed an appreciative expression.

"That's great. Keep your current state and don't always need me to provoke you." He tapped the other's waist with his knee, "Come on, let's continue."

……

"Spider? Spider?! God, why did I agree to this?" Lucas threw the sock roll at his roommate and complained, "Who remembers that our original intention was to get to know Batty in a fun way? It didn't do anything except make us two look like fools."

"It wasn't my idea alone. I just came up with the spider concept. It was you who insisted on adding that exaggerated performance, Luki." Pavard shot back in broken English and threw the sock roll back. He sat down on his bed with his arms folded. "Look at the bright side, at least he knows our names and remembers our faces."

Lucas grew up in Spain and chose the French team based on factors such as playing opportunities, but this does not mean that he speaks French very well; Pavard is a native Frenchman who plays in the Bundesliga and does not speak Spanish. Fortunately, both of them speak decent English, so most of the time they communicate in simple English with a little sign language.

"Really? Are you sure it's not 'Idiot No. 1' and 'Idiot No. 2'?" Lucas sat back on the bed angrily and made fun of their shameful performance just now. "I can't even remember how old I was when I did such a stupid thing last time. Maybe 4 years old? I lied to Theo (his younger brother) that the leaves in the room would turn into monsters and eat him at night. I scared him so much that he cried and shouted for his mother, and then my mother beat me up."

"You deserve a beating, buddy, for scaring a 4-year-old like that."

"I'm 4, Theo is 3," Lucas corrected, rocking back and forth like a tumbler, his arms loosely supported, and he sighed, "But to be honest, I can't see how strong Batistuta is, but he is really good-looking, and it's true that those people call him Rose."

"Really? That's what you're focusing on?" Pavard raised his eyebrows. "We're going to meet him on the field in the group match in two days, but the first thing you think of is that he's so good-looking."

Lucas shrugged. "That's the truth."

"Well, I admit that he is very good-looking, but that is not..." Pavard suddenly stopped talking and showed a puzzled expression, "Did you hear the sound next door, Luki?"

"Eww! Benjy!" Lucaslou looked disgusted, "Why are you like that? You're like an eavesdropper."

"No, no, I'm serious." Pavard jumped off the bed and listened carefully. "It seems like someone is crying."

Lucas blinked, then listened carefully with suspicion.

After a few seconds the French guy, who is a Spanish man at heart, opened his eyes wide and gasped.

……

After finally getting in, Neymar and Batistuta breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, as if a stone hanging in their hearts had finally fallen to the ground, and they sighed with satisfaction to varying degrees.

This is what he had wanted all along.

The feeling after getting it——

It's fucking great.

Neymar paused for a moment, then looked down to admire the enthusiasm shown by the boy.

Every inch of his body, which was in the transition period from youth to maturity, exuded a dizzying aura. His muscle lines were so graceful and full of vigorous vitality. He was not slender and fragile but full of wildness and strength, thin and exquisite.

He praised this preference from the Creator from the bottom of his heart.

Batistuta was a little dissatisfied with his slowing down, kicked him a little, and then pulled Neymar's collar to kiss him. In the process of sex, what fascinated him was always kissing, which felt great. He still remembered their first kiss and the other party's unbelievable and expectant eyes.

Only then did he realize that his change in attitude towards Neymar actually happened earlier than he thought.

"Didn't you have enough for dinner? Use some strength." Barty reluctantly let go of those lips, then sighed and said something annoying. He moved, "Is this all you can do? It seems that I made a mistake. I'm afraid that those condoms will not be useful when we go back---Hmm!"

The last word that was not finished was drowned out by the other party's even more passionate lips and teeth.

……

"I've heard for a long time that Neymar is not very happy with this junior and is worried that he will replace him. Today, it seems that the rumor may be true." Lucas sighed, "God is my witness, I never thought it would develop to this point before I knocked on the door next door."

Pavar nodded, with a look of self-blame similar to his roommate's. "They sounded like they were arguing fiercely," he said, "Should we go and try to stop them?"

"No, we might just have a counterproductive effect," Lucas said. He sighed, then touched the wall that connected to the next door with sadness. "Let them quarrel. As long as they don't get physical, nothing will happen. Brazilians are always very united."

Poor Lucas and Pavard, they naively thought that there was a quarrel next door.

then--

Two seasons later, Lucas accidentally learned the truth from his teammates. That day, he was torn apart from head to toe.

(End of this chapter)