Bound By Love:Ishman Oneshot Collection

How Shubman Realised He Loves Ishan! (Part-3)

It was aound midnight,when they all went to their room.Shubman and Ishan was sharing a room like always.

Shubman got a text from Rishabh-

Easy. Just talk to him, mate.

Shubman shook his head before typing-
No. It's NOT easy. Go to sleep!

Rishabh replied-
Yes, it is! And I know you know! I saw how you looked at him.Ishan is an easygoing gentlemen and you know that better than anyone.

Shubman put down the phone without replying, ignoring the fact that his friend was right.

His phone glowed again,
Don't ignore me, berk! We haven't finished talking! Listen, just give it a go. Besides, I think he likes you too.Only he's not so obvious. Clever boy.

Fancy him,Ishan? That was preposterous.

Don't be daft. He's into that girl, whatshername.Aditi?

That's ridiculous. You got it all wrong: SHE'S into HIM.Ishan always seemed uninterested to me, y'know. Never seen him giving her the doe eyes-or ANY girl! Much less try to woo some. But you'll never know if you don't TALK. TO. HIM.

Shubman was growing frustrated and pissed at Rishabh. Never mind the fact that, again, he was right (he has never seen Ishan interested in a girl either), why the hell would he like Shubman? He's undoubtedly under the impression that Shubman favored girls. Not once has Shubman shown interest in a guy before.What does Shubman have that might attract Ishan?

Then he remembered Ishan's blush when Shubman took the chicken sandwich he brought for him. After that memory came others, older yet still vivid;Ishan shivering and flushing under his collar when Shubman helped him undress,after an injury, moaning softly under Shubman's gentle massages, his skin warm and pleasant, his heart drumming rapidly when Shubman spoons and comforts him after a nightmare, or when he gets flustered after Shubman brings him food.

Could it be...? Could Rishabh be right?

I don't know, mate.What if I screw up again and he stops talking to me? I can't bear that.Ishan is... he's special to me.

Replied came-
You're stupid if you think Ishan would do that.

Okay, okay! I'll... I'll say something, but I'll need time. Maybe a lot. I don't know.

Time? Funny, you've never needed time before.

Shubman rolled his eyes while typing-
I told you: this is different. This is Ishan.

Yeah, I guess. What're you going to do then, in the mean time? Don't tell me you're going to avoid him. He'll notice. He's a smart lad.

I know that, genius. I'll... I dunno. I'll try to, without being too obvious.

The next morning Ishan injured him in practice.Ishan went to hotel to take rest.So Shubman went to the hotel stopping his practice in mid-way.

Just then,Ishan walked out of the bathroom; steaming, wet and half-naked, wearing only a towel around his waist, completely exposing the marred skin of his legs and torso. The skin Shubman could not stop dreaming about. The skin that has been giving him the most erotic of wet dreams. Why was Ishan playing with his poor heart like that?

-"Shubi?"- Called Ishan.

-

"H-huh?"- There he goes again, rendering Shubman unable to form coherent speech, -"I-Ishan, I-uh..."

"Come to check on me?"-Ishan finished for him with a knowing smile.

I-er-yes. I... I did."- Shubman replied, cussing himself mentally. Stop stuttering!

-"What're you waiting for then?"- Said Ishan, his brown eyes twinkling.

It was an invitation. Shubman had enough experience to know that Ishan was leading him on. It could only mean one thing and Shubman would be damned if he missed the chance to know.

But Shubman was nothing if not daring.

He kissed Ishan full in the lips.

The gasp that escaped Ishans' lips was short and pleasant before he kissed Shubman back. His lips were tender and warm, but the kiss was urgent and sloppy. Desperate. Now that he had it, Shubman couldn't control himself, not when he had kept himself in the leash for a week; he pried open Ishan's lips, prodding it with his tongue, and toured his cavity wholly. He tied his tongue with Ishan's, tasting his saliva and clinking his teeth with the other, until the electricity was too dynamic for either of them to handle a second longer.

"Did Rishabh told you?"- Asked Shubman after parting to catch some air.

Ishan chuckled and shook his head, -"No, you did,"- At Shubman's befuddled look, he laughed, -"You're not very subtle,Shubi."

-"Or you're too smart."

-"That too,"- Ishan said, leaning into Shubman's lips for another kiss, this one gentle and lazy, consisting of mellow bites and licks. It was passionate, -"You look adorable when you're nervous, you know."- He commented between kisses.

-"Shut up."

-"Can we come in now?"- Rishabh and surya asked from the other side of the door.

Shubman snickered and Ishan sighed. The latter was about to reply, but Shubman interrupted him by planting an open-mouthed and ridiculously loud kiss on his lips, -"Nope!"- He shouted.

maybe it was a good thing falling for your bestfriend, Shubman thought.