Bound By Love:Ishman Oneshot Collection

How Shubman Realised He Loves Ishan! (Part-2)

-"Ishan?"

It was Ishan; with his mullet black hair, light brown eyes, and olive skin,  mole in his Adams apple. He couldn't deny it; it was his bestfriend, Ishan Kishan.

He couldn't believe it was he who Shubman was imagining now and he could not accept the implications.

But seeing the boy under him, so helpless and vulnerable, flushing madly and sweating in all his half naked glory,Shubman wanted to kiss him senseless very, very much. Nothing will come out of it, he reassured himself. It was all in his mind after all. Nobody would know he kissed a figment of his imagination, a figment of his friend.

-"Ishan?"- Then the image crumbled, falling over Shubman like a bucket of cold water, and the voice returned to the shrilling tone of the original owner of the body, -"Who's Ishan?"

"I…"

He wasn't allowed to give a proper answer. The girl had slapped him across the face with such ferocity that left his skin burning and throbbing. Then she pushed him off and stood, picking up her discarded clothes and putting them on.

It's very rude to think of other while kissing one, you know!"- She huffed and tossed her hair back, -"I certainly don't appreciate it!"

Shubman was flummoxed, stunned and frozen in place. He was still looking down where Ishan had been a second before, his prick still erect and throbbing.

The girl sputtered, indignant, -"How dare you ignore me!"- She slapped Shubman again, harsher, before storming out.

Shubman was royally screwed.

"Rishabh!"- Shubman entered to Rishabh's room yelling his friend's name.

Rishabh looked up from the page he was reading and the wide smirk he was wearing died upon Shubman, whose hair was tousled and his eyes were red. The red hand mark on his cheek was impossible to miss, -"Oh,my god. You look roughed and I don't think she just liked to play it hard. What happened, mate?"

Shubman made sure the door was locked before crossing the threshold and slouching on the bed. Peeved with himself, he threw his arms up and, in one minute, he told his friend the whole story.

-"So you're gay or bi".

Rishabh's reaction was not at all what Shubman was expecting. It was as if he has expected this all along. But that was impossible, right?Rishabh is a genius, sure, but not psychic.

"No!"- Shubman was pulling on his hair, -"But!It doesn't make any sense".

Rishabh looked doubtful, his lips curling downward, -"Actually, it does."

Shubman felt murderous now.Rishabh was supposed to contradict him, to support him, tell him that no, he does not dig guys now, so sudden and nonsensical. That he still liked girls, like a normal guy. Isn't that what friends are supposed to do?

-"I mean,"- Rishabh sighed and ran a hand through his unruly hair, scratching his scalp and narrowing his eyes, concentrating, as if trying to find the best way to phrase this in a way that Shubman could understand. Who does Rishabh think he is? A child? -"Think about it Shubman. Why are you always kissing girls, one after another?"