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Neymar crossed the corner and shut the door of the bathroom, cursing aloud. Stupid, so fucking stupid . He hit the back of his head with the wall behind him as he rested himself on it. He covered his face with his hands and yelled loudly into them.
Why did he thought Oscar'd be into him? Just because you're gay and you're best friend suddenly comes out of the closet doesn't mean he's gonna be immediately in love with you. Stupid, Neymar, you're just stupid.
He could only hope now that Oscar wouldn't act weird around him.
He looked at himself in the mirror and washed himself, pushing his sadness and misery in as he walked out with his perfect little fake smile.
Once he was out he saw Oscar talking to David, and looking upset as fuck. David looked offended and shocked , and even angry . He pulled Oscar by his forearm and away from the crowd and Neymar saw them no more. He let his head fall, and his smile erased from his face.
-o-
"Now," David said, letting go of his hold on Oscar. "Repeat the fuck again, what the hell did you do?"
"I freaked out," he replied, defensive ly, high-pitched . David face-palmed. Oscar sat , putting his hands on his face. "We were talking about Kaka, and then he kissed me." Thiago came in and closed the door as Oscar finished.
"Oh, good!" He exclaimed.
"No, it's not good because this moron didn't do anything," David said, pointing at Oscar judging-ly . Thiago pressed his lips for a long second and knelt in front of Oscar.
"First time kissing a guy?" Thiago basically read Oscar's mind. He nodded slowly, completely shy. Thiago smiled fondly at him . "It's okay, then. You, Eagle One," Thiago called David, still kneeling. "He was nervous. Stop being so hard on him, or do I have to remind how you acted when you kissed me?" Oscar chuckled from his chair when David closed his mouth , afraid . "Look, this isn't un-fixable, Oscar. But you have to understand there's no way Neymar will act first, is all up to you, now," he explained, honestly, hands on Oscar's knees and Oscar swallowed. Thiago was right. Now he had to make the first steps, and that made him extremely anxious. "Is there anywhere , anything , that you feel completely sure about yourself?" He asked. And when Oscar w as about to deny, he remembered. Oscar smiled like the cat that ate the mouse.
"Yes," he simply answered.
Neymar was walking through the halls to the table with his heart racing and a terrible headache. Two days had passed since the party and he hadn't talked to Oscar at all, but that wasn't the only reason why he was nervous. Today his fate on the high school's team was decided for him. Past week h e'd taken four different tests and done an ungodly amount of paper work, and he had studied and tried so hard but h e still wasn't sure of anything. So he was nervous and shaking.
He opened the door to the cafeteria and was met with c heers and confetti and suddenly he didn't know what had been wrong seconds ago.
"Parabens!" Hulk shouted, hugging him tightly and raising him from the floor. He let go and everyone followed after and after.
Thiago showed him the piece of paper that mattered.
"Congrats, B-!" He called him, with a smile. Neymar rolled his eyes, he expected he h ad done more than that , but whatever. He was still happy.
"Oscar doesn't know, by the way," David said, behind him. "He's at the f ield , you should go and tell him, you know, thank him," he suggested, and Thiago nodded behind him. Neymar thought they were right, awkward as he'd felt he had to say thanks to Oscar.
He took the paper from Thiago's hands, smiled at them and ran to the football field .
Oscar was kicking the ball up and up in the air, facing Neymar with his back. Neymar cleared his throat and walked towards him. "I think congratulations are in orde r ," he said as Oscar picked the ball from the floor.
"Why so?" Oscar asked, with a smile, waiting for Neymar to reach.
"You earned a B- grade," Neymar replied, showing him his grade s report. Oscar opened his eyes widely, but he didn't seem surprised.
"Congratulations!" he yelled, and Neymar stood in front of him.
"Nah, it's all thanks to you," he said, honestly. Oscar smiled back, and then shrugged.
"You wanna play?" He offered. Neymar threw his backpack off the field and waited for Oscar to pass him the ball. "What? No, no. You have to take it from me," he instructed, cocky. Neymar swallowed, then settled. He ran to the left and Oscar flinched back, ball attached to his feet. Then Neymar tried for the right and same thing happened. "I'm getting sleepy here," Oscar mocked, faking a snore. Neymar was amused- ly frustrated, and more than a little bit turned on. He ran towards Oscar roughly and forced the taller man to move forward, away from him. He chased after him for about five minutes, and not even once he touched the ball. It was starting to get more than a little annoying. Thank God they were alone.
Then, Oscar lost his balance and nearly fell , losing his hold of the ball, leaving Neymar to easily get it. And so he did, but w hen he looked back at Oscar he was sucking on his lower lip, slowly, and looking at him in a way N eymar'd never seen him before. So Neymar stopped, and Oscar took the ball from him again. "Hey, that's cheating!" He yelled when Oscar was shooting the ball i nto the goalie-less nest. Oscar drove the ball to the field again, giving Neymar his back and Neymar sought his chance. He moved in front of the taller man and kicked the ball between his legs. Then he stood his foot between Oscar's legs when he tried to run to grab it, but Oscar tangled his legs with his so they both would fall. "That's such a red, you're unbelievable," Neymar muttered, on top, against his face. And then Oscar flipped them over, he was on top, now.
"You started it," he whispered, against Neymar's nose. And Neymar was quickly thinking for a snarky come back, but Oscar completely shot his brain down when he leaned forward and open- mouthedly kissed him. It was hard, far more rough than what N eymar started a t the party. This kiss was thirsty, needy, crazy . Neymar was startled at first, but when Oscar slid his tongue inside his mouth, like it belonged no where else, he gave into it fully.
He moved his left hand to cup the back of Oscar's head, pulling him even closer, deepening the kiss even more. H e then realized he was fighting for dominance, and losing, too. Because Oscar had one hand on his hip and one on his chest, casually rubbing his left nipple through the fabric with his thumb.
Neymar cut the kiss when he gasped and groaned inside his throat as Oscar softly rubbed his knee against his groin. They were left panting against each other's swollen lips. Oscar leaned forward into Neymar's neck, and he kissed him slowly, and he sucked a mark right where Neymar's tattoo ended.
The bell rang around them and Oscar smiled at him. Neymar wasn't anything o ther than speechless. "I'll see you later, Ney," and Neymar wondered where the hell did shy, poor little Oscar went?
-o-
They met again later at practice. Neymar looked at Oscar at the halls right before the dressers' door and smiled like an idiot. "I saw Dunga on the halls earlier, he walked to me and shook my hand. He said he was glad I proved him wrong, and that he hoped I had a great season," Neymar told his best friend, with an amused frown.
Oscar didn't stop smiling either. "That's great," he said, moving his eye lashes.
"Are you two idiots moving or what?" Marcelo said, between them. They came back from their little own world and opened space for Marcelo to enter. They followed after to find their marked jerseys, carefully hanging next to the other. Neymar fought against the herd of butterflies eating his stomach alive. Oscar wasn't moving at all, either.
"You like it, Oscar?" Scolari asked, from behind them. They both jolted on their spots a little.
Oscar looked at it and then at his coach. "It's--," perfect, everything he ever wanted, the best. He turned to Neymar and gave him a soul-baring look. "--the way it should be," he sai d, asking him, with a smile. Neymar pressed his lips together, breathing.
He nodded. He blinked. "Absolutely, yes," he whispered. Scolari looked at them looking at each other, and chuckled.
"Okay, team, let's talk about football," he said, palming his hands.
-o-
They tie- in'd their first game against another high school. But they were practicing almost every day. They were trying hard. And Oscar was completely obsessed with football.
They also kissed a lot. They kissed on the dressers. They kissed during break. They kissed at Oscar's front door. They kissed in Neymar's bedroom. Oscar always started it, which made Neymar even more amazed, and turned-on --also, whoever said Oscar Emboaba was a shy fly was a big fat lier , he was a fucking devil--
But they weren't addressing the whole situation. They went out but they weren't dating. Neymar didn't call Oscar his boyfriend in front of his friends but somehow they all knew. And they weren't exactly being very secretive about it, but Oscar hadn't told his mom, so they hadn't made it official.
As of right now, they were going to play their second game, against school's eternal rival. And Oscar wasn't shaking at all while he was trying to tie his shoes, nope.
"It's going to be fine," Neymar assured, taking Oscar's fingers off and tying his shoes for him.
"Thanks," Oscar said, chuckling, with pink cheeks.
"You know, there's a conversation we need to have," Neymar began.
"Your timing is poor, Ney," Oscar managed to say right before Scolari called them to come out and play.
-o-
They were on fire.
David and Thiago were connected like one mind spli t in two bodies. They were a freaking wall.
One to zero they were winning, but you can never give into that. You have to give more. You have to give all.
So when Oscar got the ball he didn't dance around. He ran and he crossed people off, he tricked them, he played. And Neymar tried his hardest not to focus too much on how beautiful he looked just like that, he tried because Oscar was looking at him and was passing him the ball, assisting his very first goal in the season.
Oscar stood smiling and Neymar ran to him, throwing himself around him, letting himself be lifted. "That was amazing!" he said at his ear. And Neymar winked at him, whispering 'thank you'.
The first half was off and what felt like seconds after, the second half started.
Oscar didn't know if it was the team they were against, or that fact that they had tried harder this time. But he felt untam able , like they were unbeatable. He felt strong and amazing. And it showed.
Because Oscar was running through the field like no other team was there to stop him. He passed the ball to Neymar when he felt too crowded, and someone came from behind him and shoot the ball out through the left corner.
They all gathered in the goaling area. David Luiz pointing to him to stand out of the circle. Neymar walked two small steps behind and kicked the ball, but the goalie pushed it out before it reached David's haired head, or anyone's. Except for Oscar, who had the ball coming his way easily. He took the shortest second to look in front of him, and then the shortest second to shoot it. Light-speed into the nest and if it wasn't for the screaming audience, Oscar would've thought it never happened.
They all ran to hug him, to tackle him into the floor. Neymar being the first one, and when everyone gave them a little more space Neymar took Oscar's chin and gave him a sloppy kiss, startling him.
They referee blew the whistle and the game was over.
David and Thiago ran to shake hands with the other team's players and the rest of the team were laughing and celebrating. Neymar was helping Oscar on his feet.
"Why did you kiss me in front of everyone?" Oscar asked, not a hint of anger i n his voice.
Neymar shrugged, nonchalant. "I wanted everyone to know you're taken," Oscar chuckled.
"That's what I am?" Neymar nodded, biting his lip.
"I love you," Neymar said, simply, because that was the thing to do. Oscar pulled him from the ten on his shirt, attaching it to the eleven on his chest. He rested his forehead against Neymar's and breathed heavily.
"I love you, too," he told high school's golden boy, his best friend, his ten, his love.