your teammate

Hug right?

Ramos stuck out his tongue and licked his lips - Pique's, then unceremoniously pressed the back of the opponent's head so that his lips were close together, and started to bite.

That's called planning.

Pique blinked his eyes, just fell to the "ground" from the chaos of slippery feet and weightlessness, turned his head and fell into the situation of being naked and kissing someone again, with his heart beating chaotically, this feeling is not very good.

But it's not annoying anyway.

Excuse me for the author's poor vocabulary, and we will not repeat the kissing process.

This time, when Pique sat up with Ramos' chest straddled on his lap, he was panting hard on one side. Ramos leaned on the back of the sofa seat very generously, and glanced at Pique's undulating chest with a half-smile , helping to wipe off the overflowing body fluid on the other side with one hand, "I heard that Chairman Pi's nightclub reputation in Barcelona is not small? Is this the level?"

Pique shot him a sideways look, "I don't mess with men."

Ramos didn't change his face, and he had malicious intentions, "What a coincidence, I don't do it either, but it seems to be more than enough to deal with you."

His hands slid ambiguously from his shoulders down his arms, and landed on his thighs straddling his sides, patted and caressed, and his eyes also went down.

When Pique's thigh was touched, his whole body trembled, and he pushed his hand on Ramos' chest, his face was gloomy, "You really want to come here?"

Ramos laughed, "I'm so scared, this is for you." He raised his hands and motioned for the person on him to stand up, "Forget it, I can't do it." He looked disgusted and genuine.

Then you can still kiss vigorously.

Pique didn't say anything.He was looking up at Ramos, and there was no smile in it, and the two of them quickly looked away.

This topic is beyond the outline.

No one will be able to step down if they raise the bar again.

Pique got up silently to find some clothes to wear, and Ramos fished out his phone without even looking up.

sell a cat

During dinner, the two walked into the cafeteria separately.

——This separation specifically means that no part of the body is attached together.

"You...?" Iniesta was so startled that he almost smashed the chicken breast on his face with a fork.

The others were not much better, and the sound of choking and coughing could be heard in the cafeteria. After all, everyone knew what the conditions for lifting the curse were.

"It's only temporary." Ramos explained angrily first. He saw that Pique seemed to be enjoying the reaction of his teammates. I'm afraid that if he didn't speak up, this insatiable guy would immediately proudly announce "That's right." , Ramos has been secretly in love with me for many years."

God forbid, will the south stand of the Bernabeu throw a pig's head?

[No, they will just curse you to become a red and blue cat and Pique as a pair. 】

"Anyway, it must be enough to stick to one game, don't worry." Pique's idea of ​​making troubles was seen through first and he could not succeed, so he could only add this sentence with regret.

"So what were you guys doing in the house all afternoon?" Costa asked playfully.

Iniesta didn't care about the fork that was still in his hand, and quickly turned his head to stare at the good-natured man, then turned his head and comforted him with the most kind and kind tone he thought, "You...you don't need to explain this."

He didn't notice that almost all the team members in the cafeteria behind him raised their ears to pay attention to this side, obviously or covertly, and their eyes were full of capitalized gossip.

Ramos was choked up for a moment, dare you think that we can't describe it?

"Good job, Andre, it's not what you think, we didn't do anything that would affect the game."

Spain's official captain turned to scan the circle of little bastards with cadenced "Oh ↑↓" with threatening eyes, "Put away those messy things in your mind!"

Honest boy (does it really exist?) Just bow your head and eat.

The bold and thick-skinned old fritters were all stunned.

Pique, the other party involved, shrugged seemingly indifferently, "You are the captain and you have the final say——Anyway, I am the one who suffers."

Hey, this doesn't mean anything to Ramos.

The few who supported their heads also bowed their heads and went to eat now. They wanted to watch a play, but they were not stupid, so why should they register themselves in front of the two bullies.

Besides, what are people's long ears for?

Can't watch or listen to a play?

Iniesta looked [I understand] and looked back and forth between the two for a few times, and chose to follow Ramos, "It's fine if it doesn't affect the game. I'll tell the coach later. Also, Gera This matter of Germany will always affect the mood, so you should take care of each other as a room."

Write to take care of each other, read as you have to take care of him.

Just him?Still need care?

Ramos's chest was tight, and he was almost mad at Iniesta's blindness, partiality, disobedience, and big brains.

What do you know.

You Barcelona will only protect your weaknesses.

Who is the innocent and unlucky?

Didn't you see that the person next to him has become active?

It's not that he really took advantage of anything, but this pretending victim actually returned the letter.

Do you think Pique is as pure and white as that kitten?

[This is really not.I'm afraid it's not you who like Piquemiao the most. 】

Ramos's expression was distorted and ferocious a few times, and Pique, who was next to him as a wallflower, was slapped 1 times in the eye, and finally he answered through gritted teeth, "Don't worry, I will take good care of him."

Iniesta nodded reassuringly, then picked up the plate and sat in front of Costa, "Let's talk about how to maintain the stability and unity of the team."

Carvajal and Nacho glanced at each other, thankful that they didn't catch the opportunity to taunt Pique for the first time.

No, no, please believe that the Banya National Team is really a united and friendly group as they claim to be.

reject a cat

"So what's the point of this film?"

"How do you have a lot of constraints and still be sexless?"

"Okay, you got the point, that's why it's Chris' recommendation and not Benzema's recommendation for watching movies during training."

"Still," Pique said with a look of disgust, "This film is so stupid. I've already said that Chris's recommendation doesn't matter. His taste has never improved."

"But you still finished watching, and, let me remind you, one of the things he has done with the worst taste recently is probably to fall in love with your Sissy." Ramos changed the screen at the end of the film randomly, no matter what. How to complain heartily, "Seriously, why after Messi grows a big beard? Chris obviously doesn't like this at all, he can't even stand the stubble!"

"Then he really loves you Real Madrid, you have a bunch of beards," Pique said casually as he grabbed the remote control and switched channels, "Maybe he liked Leo a long time ago, and he has been unwilling to admit it until he finds out He still likes Leo with such a beard, so he has to admit it."

"It's very Chris." Ramos shrugged. "Anyway, it's not surprising that he would like this kind of movie."

"You mean he put himself in the heroine," Pique grinned, "I'll tell him, his captain says he's a dramaqueen."

"God, is there anyone in this world who is more open-mouthed than you?" Ramos squinted at Pique, "You know that most of the people who liked his ins thought he was showing off that he was better than men. The Lord is richer and handsomer—but yes, I mean what you said."

"In fact, the entire Barcelona locker room also sees it that way, poor princess Chris, the world's number one princess," Pique lamented plausibly. Rough, or implying that he wants to play new tricks."

"Oh, Leo, your king of the ball, I didn't expect him to be such a... person." Ramos couldn't even find the right words, "Didn't you tell him that Chris just wanted to be chased like a heroine? Just...flying the plane to collect flowers and so on unexpectedly."

"'He even has an airport named after him!'"

"But he can still have a little girl in his heart who wants her boyfriend to fill the dressing room with pink roses."

"Yes, that's what I told Leo."

Smiling at the wonderful tacit understanding between the two in different time and space, Pique turned to look at Ramos, and found that Ramos was not looking at the screen, and was looking at himself with a slight smile.

The atmosphere was so perfect, the two people sitting side by side seemed to only have each other in their eyes, they got closer and closer very naturally, without thinking about anything, until their lips almost touched...

Ramos slammed Pique away.

He turned his head to stare at the TV screen in a little embarrassment, and changed the subject abruptly, "It's time to sleep."

"Cough, so we need a kiss." Pique also turned his head and looked ahead, explaining his previous behavior more bluntly.

"You always change back after falling asleep."

It's pretty much a rejection.Ramos pursed his lips after he finished speaking.

Everything just happened so naturally, so logically, as if things should be like this.

But God knows when did they have this kind of relationship?

God bless, it's just a few kisses in one afternoon, and I'm used to it.Ramos was terrified of the faint loss when he pushed Pique away.

And Pique's attention has apparently been diverted to another issue.

"I don't want to lie on the bed and get ready to sleep, only to suddenly realize that I'm about to turn into a cat, and get up to look for you again."

"You can sleep like that."

Ramos made up his mind that this is not something to get used to, and he can choose to refuse when it does not affect the normal operation of the national team.Anyway, when Pique should fight him, he will still fight him, but he won't