Night was falling, and Abhinav had left the hospital. Siddharth and Abhishek did not try to cover up and had promised to explain things the next day. They had already decided to tell Abhinav and Siddhi about it, but they never thought that they would have to do it this fast.. They were quite nervous about it. It was true that their siblings were often their partners in crime, but this time.... things were different.
Abhishek was fretting and squeezing a stress ball, occasionally glancing at Siddharth. Siddharth was trying to work up a decent explanation, so that, they get to hear the truth bit by bit, and not together in one go. He was not sure how they would react, so he wanted to give them time to accept things. Abhishek was stunned seeing Siddharth be so calm and unusually quiet.
" Hey, Sid, what are you thinking?" He asked. Siddharth got up from his chair and climbed onto Abhishek's bed without a word. Abhishek shuffled a bit to accommodate him in that already small bed. Siddharth cupped his face and said in an earnest tone
" Calm down Abhi, worrying is not going to help...." His soothing voice managed to calm him a bit. Siddharth knew it all.. Abhinav was Abhishek's role model, and he was worried that his brother will feel disappointed about him. It was true that the brothers doted on each other. Siddharth noticed that those lines of worry were still etched on Abhishek's forehead. He gave a gentle peck on his forehead.
Abhishek was too engrossed in his thoughts, to notice that. But Siddharth was not someone who gave up easily. He inched closer to him and smothered his face with gentle kisses. His actions had the desired effect. Abhishek smiled faintly. Unexpectedly, Siddharth started to tickle him. Now, Abhishek had a sensitive body, and soon, he clasped Siddharth's hands together to stop him.
" Sid, Is that even a way of comforting someone?" He asked. Siddharth freed his hands and stroked Abhishek's hair with a chuckle " It is my way of comforting a sulking kitten...."
Abhishek pretended to sulk " Kitten? You think your boyfriend is a kitten? I expected nothing short of a lion or tiger from your mouth..." Siddharth cupped his face again. Abhishek saw a look of lust in his eyes. He leaned over Abhishek's chest quite seductively and brushed his face with a finger " Hmm Abhi baby......... You know, you can always expect something more from my mouth.........."
Abhishek was a bit taken aback hearing the change in Siddharth's tone. He opened his mouth to ask " What more?" but was silenced by Siddharth's lips closing in on his. Just like that, he was pulled into a deep, sweet kiss. All his worries faded away as he melted into Siddharth's embrace. Siddharth started sucking Abhishek's lower lip, and Abhishek's hands were drawing circles on his back.
Unlike their first time, this was a slow passionate one. Neither wanted to let go. After a while, Siddharth let go, and wrapped his arms around Abhishek's neck. Their faces were only a couple of inches apart. Abhishek took the cue, and took Siddharth's lower lip into his mouth. It was an intoxicating experience for both of them. Siddharth closed his eyes, relishing the now warming up kiss. They parted again, this time passion was beginning to cloud their senses. Love gleamed in their eyes and their lips fought for dominance. Somewhere along, tongues were also involved. Abhishek unconsciously squeezed Siddharth's supple deltoids. Siddharth felt blood pool beneath his stomach. He pulled back from the kiss, ogling Abhishek with hungry eyes. Just as quickly, he started raining down kisses on Abhishek's cheeks and chin and then proceeded to his neck. Abhishek closed his eyes and arched his neck back, giving Siddharth more access. They were too caught up in pleasure to realize where this was heading.
Suddenly, Siddharth pulled back with an apologetic look. He felt quite ashamed of himself, having almost forced himself on Abhishek. He mumbled " I... I am sorry. I got carried away.. I am sorry.."
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