My Babyboy ❤️ (Ishman / Shubish)

chapter 5

Everyone looking at him weirdly, almost gawking as he made his way into the changing room. He realized as he saw himself in the mirror, he was smiling and that’s why his teammates were looking at him weird. He smoothed his expression into his usual impervious mask as he goes towards to the ground for practicing and started batting in nets. After the practice session Shubman, hardik, kl Rahul, Virat, Rohit go out to lunch.

As they left, other staff such as coaches, physicians etc. on the ground were again staring with interest and curiosity. Most people never saw Shubman this happy because he always has straight face with no damn expressions.

“Why is everyone staring at me like this?” Shubman said.

“This is the first time most of them have seen you without a scowl on your face. They’re probably wondering what poor person took the brunt of your frustrations to put you in such a good mood.

Shubman just laughed and shoved Hardik. “Fuck off.”

As they stepped into the elevator Rohit hit the button for the garage, laughing too.

“But seriously, who was it? Did you get laid finally?”

“You’re so interested in my sex life. I’m starting to think you’re gonna make me an offer.” Shubman put a dramatic hand to his forehead and turned to his friend. “I’m sorry Hardik bhai, but you're like my brother and I just don’t love you like that. I hope we can still be friends.”

Hardik flipped him off. “You’re an asshole. But I’m glad you seem to be feeling better.”

They took Virat’s Audi to lunch, and as they ate, he realized that his friend really thought he’d gotten laid. His friend had always had the most interesting views on life, and his attitude and deadpan delivery never failed to make him laugh.

Virat, Rohit and Rahul are talking about their next series to Australia and on the other side of table Shubman and hardik are talking about shub's love life.

“I told you, you just needed to get laid. You get your dick a little wet and suddenly you’re shooting rainbows out of your ass. I’m telling you. All a man needs in this life are two things.” Hardik said while eating dal chawal.

“And what are those two things? I’m fascinated.” Shubman rested his chin on his hands in interest, but Hardik answered anyway as if not knowing or caring that he was being sarcastic.

“Full bellies and empty balls. That’s it.”
Shubman and others burst into laughter, unable to hold in their amusement at their unusual friend. Why was he
even surprised?

“istg how kl bhai even bear with you?”

“what??? I’m a realist. These are facts.”

“You should write a book. Go on tour and give self-help speeches. You’re so inspiring.” Hardik just flipped him off again and they started eating, changing the subject back to cricket until it was time to go. The rest of Shubman's day went good. He guessed that there was some wisdom in letting yourself rest, though he’d never admit to Hardik how right he’d been. Honestly though he actually thought it might have been more thanks to his mystery coffee shop boy. He hadn’t had a decent orgasm in so long, and finally getting off had helped a ton in relaxing him and allowing him to sleep.

He was almost late to his appointment at “Lovers only”, as he’d been in a meeting with players and coaches all afternoon. He arrived only a few minutes late, but as soon as he exited the elevator, he smelled a familiar scent that had his body warming and his cock twitching in interest. Jasmine…lovely. He wasn’t sure where it was coming from, it seemed to just fill the space in general. He dismissed it, thinking maybe someone had a candle or something. But still couldn’t help but breathe through his nose, enjoying the pretty smell that reminded him of his mystery boy.