ball magic

After bathing the kid, Louis was already drowsy.But just like that, the kid was still stubbornly waiting for "papa" to give him a goodnight kiss.

This is clearly a good proposal and should be supported.

He will not throw this kid to Aimar, he has an important game tomorrow, and that is the first European game in Aimar's life.But his Louis deserved a well-deserved goodnight kiss too, so he deserved one too.

He thought so, so he hugged the kid who was cleaned and dried, and sent it to Aimar's arms, and said calmly: "He wants a goodnight kiss, and so do I."

"Kiss! Kiss!" Louis nodded.

One can imagine Aimar's expression when he heard the request from the older and younger uncle and nephew.

He almost wanted to question that calm guy, why should I give you a good night kiss, what is our relationship?Is this included among friends?

Louis looked terribly sleepy, rubbing his eyes.Even though it has reached such a level, he still pouted his mouth so persistently, how could he refuse?

But if Louis was kissed, what about that guy over there who had the audacity to kiss him goodnight?

When he looked up, he found that Raphael was staring at the chandelier above their heads, admiring it as if the ordinary chandelier had some charming aura, and the corners of his mouth were still damn upturned.

This pretentious gesture immediately made Aimar choose a few appropriate adjectives in his heart to greet him.

Because he played football since he was a child, he has a lot of such vocabulary in his vocabulary, and now it seems that he finally has a place to use it.

"pa~pa~" Louis protested, though his voice was limp as a pussycat's.

Aimar surrendered almost immediately, kissing the corner of Luis' mouth.

Louis was satisfied.

But he knows how to ask at the right time. He wants to listen to "Little Fool" and "Tom Thumb".

Of course Aimar knew the song, and it was in English.

Aimar hadn't heard it anywhere else, and couldn't find it online.If it was written in Spanish, Aimar must have thought it was written by Roni, and then he secretly pointed the finger at Raphael, making him a suspect.

In less than ten seconds, when Aimar sang his favorite "Tom Thumb", Louis fell into a dreamland.

Aimar kissed his little face, carefully tried to free his finger that was being held by him, he had to send him back to the nursery.

Just as he cautiously and finally took his hand out of Louis' fleshy little hand, he just raised his head, and there was a shadow in front of him!

When he realized what might happen, he closed his eyes subconsciously, but at that moment, he realized that his eyelashes had touched something. It was completely different from this light touch, it was a knot on his forehead. Firm moist heat.

Aymar felt that his face must have turned red, as had the tips of his ears because they were hot, and his heartbeat was racing again, and just as he mustered up the courage to say something, there was a lightness in his arms, which made him open Eye.

"Have a good night's sleep and watch your game tomorrow." Rafael looked into his eyes and rubbed his face with his fingers. "If you have anything to ask me, we'll save it after the game."

Emma looked at him, and nodded after a few seconds.

They really should talk, or he should have been tossing and turning during this time.

Raphael withdrew his hand and winked at him, "Good night."

This action was too much, and it took a few seconds for Aimar to squeeze out a "good night".

He looked at Rafael with a smile and turned away. He was so unbelievably chic, which made Aimar feel a little depressed.

He returned to his "own" room, lay on the bed where he had slept for more than a month, and thought for a few minutes quietly.

He had to digest the facts.

The "talk" that Raphael just mentioned obviously shows that everything is developing in the direction he guessed.

Is this direction what you expect?

In the past 19 years, Aimar never thought that he would like someone of the same sex, or even develop a relationship.

It would be unimaginable to change someone, even Saviola!

But what if it was Raphael?

Aimar thought of the scene in the afternoon, thought of the good night kiss just now, his heartbeat has not completely calmed down, and the heat on his face has not yet returned to normal, all this explains the answer.

He likes Raphael...

Aymar rolled over and buried his head in the pillow.There was still a bit of Louis's milky smell on the pillow, and it was this little bit of residual smell that gradually calmed him down.

He likes Raphael.

And if Raphael likes him too, will he reject this relationship?

Of course he wouldn't do that.

When love comes, no Argentine will choose to refuse.

In fact, the idea of ​​"rejecting Raphael" made him feel unbelievable. He couldn't even refuse to play football with him, nor could he refuse him to give him a goodnight kiss. How could he refuse this relationship?

Since he won't refuse, all he can do is wait.

Waiting for a day, waiting for a game, maybe after tomorrow's game he will know whether he wants a boyfriend.

Aymar rolled over and lay on the bed for only a few seconds before he went to the bathroom.

Of course, he didn't come out with a scarf on like someone, so he put on his home clothes in a proper manner.

By the time he took a shower, he was completely calm.

After drying his hair calmly, he calmly took Raphael's clothes out of the washing machine, washed them with himself, and took them to the balcony to dry.It was as smooth as if they were still living in that uncomfortable hotel in Malaysia with poor conditions.

He took two breaths of the night breeze on the balcony and took a deep breath before returning to the room, turning off all the lights, lying quietly on the bed and continuing to think about life.

He had to admit that he thought he would be tossing and turning, because so much happened today, but the sleepiness came at the same time as usual and brought him to sleep.

He clearly knew that he was dreaming.

Because he was back in Buenos Aires again, in the long, narrow, cluttered alleys of Area 31.

This dream was so real that he could even smell the pungent smell of urine, bypassing the garbage that seemed to be vomit on the ground, listening to the faint scolding and subtle ambiguous sounds.

He still remembers the fear and fear he felt when he stepped here, and how cautious he was. He even worried that some child would suddenly call out his name, and he would never be able to walk out of this darkest slum in South America.

Fortunately, nothing happened. The guide Saviola found for him was timid but reliable, and he successfully brought him to Raphael's house.

And when he left, the figure in front of him successfully made him forget all his fears.

But the same figure has become a nightmare in his heart for a period of time, worrying him more than this alley.

Because during that time, he would always come back here in his dreams, back to this alley, back behind Raphael, and watch him go forward, faster and faster.

At that time, Aimar thought it was because he was unwilling to be thrown further and further away by Rafael in football.

This troubled Aimar.

Because he wants to be a chaser, and wants to keep pace with Rafael, but he doesn't like this kind of dream, this kind of pursuit is too tiring, and this kind of pursuit is not "Aimar"——

Even if he is eager to win, he only hopes that these will happen on the court, instead of bringing the pressure into a dream.

However, after Rafael was selected for the World Youth Championship and became roommates with him, he never had this dream again.

He thought that this might be because he became teammates with Raphael again, and in a sense, he had caught up with him.

As a result, he is now back here, behind Raphael.

This time Aimar decided not to follow the rhythm of the dream, he didn't want to go so fast, because this dream was so real, and he should cherish its reality——

He wanted to get a good look at 14-year-old Raphael.

14-year-old Raphael, he actually misses it a little bit.

Argentinian reporters searched through the inventory records but couldn't find a few decent photos of Rafael as a teenager, because they were always chasing players from the U17 and above echelons of Boca and River Plate-they had already made their mark and even became famous all over the country Everyone knows.

Maybe it was a change of heart, maybe it was the night itself that was different.When he slowed down and stopped focusing on Raphael's speed, he saw some interesting details.

"He" is actually very thin. Although he can't be called skinny, looking at the surrounding environment still makes people feel distressed.Although the two long legs walked firmly, they were actually not as fast as he thought, and even slowed down when he slowed down.

Although he looked impatient just from the silhouette, Aimar was at ease.Because no matter in any dream, Raphael did not completely shake him off, and of course not this time.

Perhaps it is because he is so convinced that this time is different from all previous dreams, he actually came to the end——

He had already seen the dilapidated houses that seemed to be piled up and leaned on each other, and heard the sound of traffic and the sound of engines.He knew that the driveway was above it, and if it was extended, it would be the wealthy area of ​​Buenos Aires.

He followed Raphael, walked up the stairs with him, turned over the terrace, and came to the road with him. At this moment, he and Raphael finally stood together, and he finally saw Raphael's Zhang Junmei Tiancheng still waited for the young face and the gaze looking at him.

When he looked into his eyes so cherishingly, he actually saw a trace of awkwardness in Raphael's eyes, although it was quickly replaced by a "super fierce" gaze.

So at that time, what did Raphael's awkwardness represent?

What is he missing?

But the dream was far away, and just as he wanted to stop it, the world had changed before his eyes.

It was a small suite with two small single beds, a small TV, an even smaller bathroom, humid air, and the faint sound of water.

It almost made him know where this was, Malaysia, the country he won a medal for his country for the first time, a country he will never forget.

He didn't like the climate here, but Raphael never complained.

He didn't pay attention to the room, but looked at the bathroom with the sound of water.He already knew clearly why he dreamed of this moment, and this discovery even made him cover his face.

But even covering his face, he couldn't keep the sound of water flowing.

The sound of water stopped for a few seconds, then he heard the door opening and footsteps.

After struggling for a few seconds, Aimar put down his hand and looked in the direction of the bathroom.

Raphael obviously didn't wipe his wet hair well in those few seconds. He came out with water droplets all over his body, and his whole body was still only covered by the scarf. The clavicle, which snakes down the contours of the pecs, falls on the firm, powerful abs.

Raphael only glanced in his direction, counting it as a greeting, and then went straight to the closet.

This exposed his entire back, waist, buttocks and slender legs to Aimar's eyes.

This was a look he had seen countless times on vacation, but this was definitely different, because he saw Raphael bent over with his back turned to him, rummaging for something.And the water droplets on the ends of the hair have already flowed down from the shoulders because of this action, and slid into the waist and scarf...

Aimar covered his face, he remembered turning his face away, because he thought this scene was too erotic!

In fact, before again, he never felt that because of a teammate doing such an action, he would be imaginative, his eyes seemed to penetrate the scarf, wanting to see where the water droplets would slide...

But he quickly let go, because out of the corner of his eyes, Raphael turned around. He clearly saw Raphael glanced at him, and then slowly stretched his shoulder blades, and put on the white dress with the YSL logo on it. T-shirt, then flicked the ends of my hair...

Aymar dropped his hand.

He is not as thick-skinned as Raphael, but he is not stupid!When he found out that Raphael might like him, looking at these actions, they could be defined as "showing off his head" and "showing off his handsomeness"!

Whether he is or not, he thinks so anyway!

And Aimar, who firmly believes in this way, can still remember the eyes of Rafael looking at him on the "driveway" when he wakes up, and can also describe the trajectory of those water droplets in his mind, but he doesn't care about these at all. He walked quickly to the closet, took a pair of underwear and ran to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, when he came out of the shower, he ripped off the light blue fitted sheet, the quilt cover and the pillowcase in a sullen mood, and threw them all into the washing machine.

Although his heart is already honest, his body is obviously more honest.

The author has something to say: there is a second update, and the time is late.

To make a digression, as a hard worker in emotional dramas, I actually can't figure out what kind of delicate love a person like Rafa can talk about...

I can only imagine his straight ball.