If you're going to open your eyes, now is the time.

A Million Things I Want by lousea Rating: Mature Pairing: Cristiano Ronaldo/Ricky Regufe Words: 6.5k Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Ricky knew that game better than football itself. 

It would start with Cris being a brat, contradicting every word he’d say and usually ended with them both thrown over a bed, their sweat soaking into the silk sheets.

But they were in the car and it would be hours until they could be alone. He could feel Cristiano’s rock hard thighs under his head and the heat radiating from his body was making it hard for Ricky to breathe. 

The thing that was the hardest to ignore though was Cris’ smell, something Ricky had been fascinated by ever since they were kids. Cris always wore cologne, he even fucking used it before a game, but the smell Ricky had in mind was a natural scent of Cristiano’s body that reminded him of the first hours after a storm and ripe fruit mixed with musk, creating a whole magical world in Ricky’s imagination as he turned his head and brushed his nose against Cris’ abs.

The sky darkened by each mile they made out of the city on their way to the hotel. The whole team and crew were probably already there, because Cris wanted a big entrance and told the driver to wait and leave a few minutes later than everybody else. Dolores had taken Junior with her and Ricky knew his son would be fast asleep the moment his grandmother took him into her arms.

Submission: the shoes

Submission: SOME PEOPLE SAY THIS IS LOUIS FROM THE SET OF DUNKIRK WHAT

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