My Babyboy ❤️ (Ishman / Shubish)

chapter 2

Shubman was tired. And horny. All of his friends had already been gone for hours, and yet he was still at the ground for practice, he will practice his butt off until he won't get perfect in each shot. he personally make sure things were done right.

He knew that practicing 10 hour 7 days a week was neither healthy nor sustainable, but he was a bit of a perfectionist. He reached over and grabbed his water bottle, taking a sip and grimacing at the cold temperature. He looked at the time and saw that it was almost 10:00 PM already and sighed.

It was Saturday night and he should be out at a bar, finding someone to help relieve some of his stress. he's bi and his all friends know it. But honestly, he hated going to a bar and hitting on someone,
convincing them to let you take them home for the night. Ten out of ten times when he brought someone to his apartment, what is supposed to be a one-night stand turns into reverse courting when they find out he's a professional cricketer and rich.

He sighed and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his tired eyes and trying to decide if he should just give it up for the day and head home. He looked at the net in front of him and felt his eyes burning from focusing on the ball for hours and hours. What ended up convincing him to go home was not his tiredness, but the fact that if he kept practicing in this state, he was going to start messing up in upcoming matches if he won't rest and he couldn't allow himself to start screwing up on upcoming series with Australia.

He removed his helmet, pads, gloves and put it in his bag. He went to the changing room where he showered.

On his way out to the parking lot he was thinking he really needed to get laid, but the mere idea of going out to a bar tonight filled him with a bone-deep fatigue. He'd considered trying to find a boyfriend or girlfriend for the sole purpose of having someone to fuck when he needed to, but he knew he didn't have the time or proper motivation to start up a relationship. That would just end badly.

It looked like tonight he was going it alone. He made his way to his Mercedes-Benz E350, hopping in and groaning at the idea of going home alone again. Masturbation had lost its appeal quite some time ago. His longed for a guy or a girl to ease him and wasn't impressed by his own half- hearted handjobs.

Shubman drove home through the dream city, yes he lives in Mumbai. it was starting decreasing the temperature. When he was small, he'd spent diwali holidays with his family, but over the years because of the matches schedule he missed it. His parents lives in Punjab. They called whenever they miss each other or after a match especially his dad to scold him about the way he got out after scoring the century and saying he missed out on a big one.

He pulled into the garage under his apartment building. He made his way to the elevator and thought about his practicing session.

Sleep was an elusive thing for him over the past months. No matter how tired he was, he was always too keyed up to get proper sleep. He usually worked out before bed, to try and curb his restlessness, but he knew it was the lack of a sex life that made him so agitated and he was in his prime. His sex drive was high, and his natural instinct to find a someone was strong. Biology could be a real bitch sometimes, he thought as he hit the button for his penthouse and felt his stomach dip as the elevator zoomed upward.

As soon as he was inside his apartment, he started to undress, leaving a trail of clothes as he headed for his bedroom and slipped on sweats. he was starving. He knew good and well his kitchen was empty, not having gone to the grocery store anytime in recent memory. So, he pulled his phone out and ordered take-out to be delivered to his place.

It felt like no time at all until his doorbell was ringing, signaling that his food had arrived. He jumped up and grabbed his wallet as he headed to the door, opening it to see a small and pretty girl holding a bag from the restaurant he'd ordered from. There was a moment of pause where the girl's eyes slid from his face, down his shirtless torso, then her eyes snapped back up to Shubman's face as if realizing that she'd been eyeing him up.

"Good evening, sir. I've got your food here. Your total is 1200rs" The girl said with a small, tight smile.

Shubman pulled 2000rs out of his wallet and handed it over.

"Keep the change."

Just as he was about to close the door, the girl's voice called out again.

"Um... hey... Are you... looking for a sugar baby or anything?"

The question came straight out of left field and had his eyebrows rising in surprise. What the hell kind of question was that? Him? Need a sugar baby? No. There was no way he was ever going to have a sugar baby.

"Uh... No thanks."

He closed the door right in the girl's face.

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Author's note-

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