Maybe!! Maybe Not?? (ishman/shubish)

chapter 19

"There's no milk tea! is this what we walked 30 minute for?" Shubman is pissed after reading the menu.

"I told you that weird guy was no use" shubman scoffs throwing the menu onto the table.

"He said the same thing about you" ishan mumbles to himself.

"Nothing's good let's get out of here" shubman gets up to leave.

"You see that ice cream truck" shubman points at a ice cream truck parked 200m away "let's race to that"

Ishan looks at the truck then at shubman, he runs before they could count to three and start the race. Shubman sprint after him in a split eventually overtaking him.

Shubman reached the truck first beating ishan by a second.

"A cheater and a loser" shubman says panting.

"You don't have quick reflexe" ishan continues inhaling the oxygen in "and i didn't lose you got big legs it's a impartial race to begin with!"

"Everything is fair in love and race" the corner of shubman's lips turns into a lazy smirk.

"This is betrayal" ishan groans.

"Stop being so cute!" Shubman murmurs his hand going up to curl around ishan's nape before bringing him closer to kiss his cheek.

"What flavor you want ishh?" He asks pulling back.

Ishan does not reply he just looks shubman dead in eyes giving him the look of 'are you seriously asking that right now?'

"Chocolate it is" shubman chokes out.

Ishan puts his phone back into his pocket taking the icecream cup from shubman's hand "we should head back now, siraj bhaiya texted they're having a sleep over in rahul bhaiya's room"

They started walking back to their car while ishan eats his ice cream with the little spoon and shubman walks with one hand around ishan's shoulder other holding a hazel nut icecream cone.

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Ishan changed into his orange shorts and white tshirt while shubman is still busy ruffling through his bag.

"Just wear anything we're not going to a party for fuck sake" ishan throws his slipper at shubman.

"Still needs to look decent" he tries to dodge it but still got hit by it on his chest.

"Decent for a sleepover?? You're not even being reasonable right now!" Ishan got up wearing his slipper back.

"Here!" He takes out a black short from shubman's bag and and a black matching tshirt from his own bag "you better change into them in two minutes"

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Ishan walks ahead first trying to reach rahul bhaiya's room as soon as he can.

They stand inside the elevator facing the mirror, ishan fixes his hair running his fingers through them. On the other hand shubman can't help but stare- stare on how nicely the shorts sit on ishan's lower back.

"You're staring" ishan breathes, a teasing tone in his voice, looking at back at shubman through the mirror.

"I know."

"Why? Is there something?"

"Yeah let me get that for you" shubman leans forward placing his hand over ishan's ass feeling the curve up and down twice. "There all good."

"Such a gentleman, what would i do without you?" Ishan sighs dramatically.

"I should be the one saying that" shubman says scrunching his nose.