🔞Someone to Love [Ishman One Shots]✓

🔞T-shirt Haatake Paseena Chatega?

“T-shirt haatake paseena chatega?” 

Shubman walked over nudging his shoulder against Ishan's as the shorter male looked up at him from his wicket keeping position, eyes extra wide with shock dripping from them. He wasn't expecting Shubman to go rogue on field and say questionable shit in front of everybody. They were hiding their relationship from everybody, not a single soul was aware except for the two of them so it came as a giant surprise.

He realised, Shubman was just teasing him and he could just reply back, nonchalantly to not raise suspicions since the members were aware that they were “close friends” and loved to joke around.

“Pagal wagal hai kya? Fielding sambhal Shubi.” 

Shubman laughed back, sensing the deep blush that had emerged in Ishan's cheeks, invisible to his eyes because of the huge helmet on his tiny head. Shubman licked his lips as he saw Ishan squat in front of him, the cleft of his ass bulging out as he took his position. He felt hungry, he wanted Ishan. The sweat, the flush that the man had on the field made Shubman want to take him in front of all the players, let them see who Ishan belonged to. 

The match was such a bore. He knew they were going to win the rest effortlessly, because the West Indies players sucked, no offence. They weren't giving their best and it was almost a one-sided match, so he decided to endure a little more and then he could wreck his Ishan.

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India won the match as expected. The Indian Cricket Team filed into the dressing room clustered in small groups. Some of the guys were busy jumping onto each other’s back while others were busy complimenting Virat’s outstanding last minute winning shot. Their rowdy cheers echoed down the corridor as Ishan lagged behind the rest of the crowd dragging his feet on the tile floor. Ishan was happy for the team’s win. He really was. He just wished he got to play a little bit longer.

Shubman was nowhere to be seen when the game had ended, Ishan came back with the rest of the team but his eyes kept searching for his boyfriend. A few minutes passed and the dressing room was empty. Ishan usually stayed behind to drive home, but tonight the team was going out for pizza to celebrate. He just wasn’t up for it. He was exhausted, and really just wanted to relax in silence. His knees buckled slightly being as tired as he was. He opened his locker and began looking for his deodorant when two arms stretched around his waist and squeezed tightly.

The sudden movement startled him, making him drop the deodorant from his hand. He stayed frightened for maybe a half of a second, if even that. Ishan knew who it was. He’d recognize that unique scent mix of pine leaves, honey and a slight hint of fireplace smoke anywhere. Ishan turned his head slightly to see the handsome devil pecking at his neck.

“Where'd you go after the match ended? It's like you almost vanished.” Ishan asked as he remained rummaging through his locker room.

“I was searching for your necklace on the field.” Shubman spoke into the crook of Ishan’s neck, continuing to suck on it softly.

“Necklace?” Ishan's hand reached around his neck and he noticed for the first time that his necklace was missing, how did Shubman notice it was gone and he didn't? 

“How did you know it fell there?” 

“Because you were wearing it while wicket keeping but when the match finished, I saw it wasn't there on your neck.” 

“Very observant of you Mr.Gill.” Ishan smiled hard as the taller male wrapped his arms even tighter around him, breathing his scent in, warm comforting.