You Belong With Me

12

Flashback

As the practice match was about to kick off, Rahul realized he had left his helmet in the dressing room. The stadium seats were filling up quickly, but Sourav was missing. Hastily, Rahul dashed back to the dressing room, hoping to find both his helmet and Sourav.

In the dimly lit dressing room, Rahul's eyes scanned the room for his helmet. Just as he found his helmet, he heard the door creak open. Expecting Sourav, Rahul turned around, only to be pushed against the wall by his boyfriend.

"Whoa, you scared the life out of me!" Rahul exclaimed, his heart still pounding.

Sourav's gaze lingered on Rahul, a smirk playing on his lips. "Why do you have to look so good all the time? You make it hard for me to focus, you know."

Rahul couldn't help but chuckle, though he was also slightly flustered. "Sourav, as much as I enjoy your compliments, we've got a match waiting for us downstairs. We really should get going."

As Rahul attempted to step away, Sourav's grip tightened, pressing him firmly against the wall. Rahul shot him a warning glance, but Sourav was never one to heed warnings. Ignoring Rahul's resistance, Sourav leaned in, planting a soft kiss on Rahul's neck, his most vulnerable spot. Rahul, unable to resist, melted into Sourav's embrace, closing his eyes. With a single fluid motion, Sourav pulled Rahul's shirt over his head, exposing his chest. Tracing his fingers lightly over Rahul's skin, Sourav felt Rahul's grip tighten on his own shirt. Slowly, deliberately, Sourav kissed his way down Rahul's chest, pausing to plant gentle kisses on each rise and fall. Finally, he reached Rahul's collarbone, where he placed a tender kiss before daringly nipping at the sensitive flesh. 

"Ouch!" Rahul moaned, his hand instinctively reaching for his collarbone as he shot Sourav a wince.

Sourav's lips curved into a mischievous smirk, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes like a promise fulfilled. With a tantalizing slowness, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Rahul's earlobe, eliciting a soft gasp from him. But Sourav wasn't done yet; he couldn't resist the temptation. He lightly grazed his thumb over Rahul's lower lip, feeling the shiver that ran through Rahul's body as he licked his lips in response, stoking the flames of Sourav's desire.

The moment hung heavy with anticipation before Sourav closed the distance between them, his lips crashing onto Rahul's with an intensity that left no room for doubt. It was a kiss filled with longing, with desire, with the kind of passion that set their world ablaze.

Caught up in the whirlwind of emotions, Rahul found himself swept away, his own hunger matching Sourav's fervor. He seized control, shifting their positions effortlessly, and pushed Sourav against the wall, the kiss never once breaking. As their lips moved in perfect sync, Rahul deepened the kiss, his tongue darting into Sourav's mouth, exploring every crevice, every secret.

When they finally pulled away, their chests heaving, they were both breathless, their hearts pounding in their ears. Gasping for air, they shared a moment, their eyes locked, a silent understanding passing between them before they leaned in once more, ready to lose themselves in each other all over again.

Rahul gently slid Sourav's shirt off, his touch sending a shiver down Sourav's spine. With soft kisses and gentle pecks, Rahul traced a path down Sourav's neck, across his chest, and over his stomach. Sourav couldn't help but moan softly, trying to stifle the sound by pressing his hand against his mouth.

Each touch from Rahul felt like a jolt of electricity, igniting a fire within Sourav. His body trembled with anticipation, every graze of Rahul's fingertips leaving a trail of warmth that seemed to pulse through Sourav's veins. The air between them crackled with longing, and Sourav felt completely enveloped in the heat of their connection.

Rahul's hand ventured lower, caressing Sourav's thighs and hips. Sourav gasped as Rahul's touch teased him, sending waves of desire coursing through him. Finally, Rahul paused, looking into Sourav's eyes with a playful smile that sent a thrill down Sourav's spine.

Sourav's mind was a whirlwind of desire and anticipation, his longing for Rahul growing with each passing moment. Rahul's touch, combined with the way he looked at Sourav, ignited a fire within him, a fire that made him yearn for more.

"You respond so beautifully to my touch," Rahul whispered, his voice filled with desire. "I love how you react to me, how you tremble and gasp."

Sourav's cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson as he met Rahul's gaze, his heart pounding in his chest. Those words only fueled his desire further, making him crave more of Rahul's touch, more of Rahul's love. breathless voice, Sourav replied, "It's because it's you, Rahul. Only you have this effect on me."

"Do you want us to get caught by someone? Captain and vice-captain of Team India were making out in the dressing room while a practice match was in full swing!" Rahul whispered, his breath warm against Sourav's ear as he leaned back.

Sourav couldn't help but smile, realizing how aware Rahul was of their surroundings. Lost in the throes of passion, Sourav hadn't even considered the risk of getting caught, but Rahul, ever the responsible one, knew when to pump the brakes. Sourav simply nodded, acknowledging Rahul's concern, and straightened himself up.

As Rahul turned to grab his shirt, Sourav stopped him, "Just one more kiss, then we'll go. Please."

Rahul turned back, his lips meeting Sourav's with a tenderness that spoke volumes of his love. Sourav pulled away, a satisfied smile on his lips. He gently brushed Rahul's cheek, saying, "I love you." Rahul nodded, his heart full of love and joy. 

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON?" 

Rahul and Sourav's hearts leaped into their throats, their bodies tensing like coiled springs as they whirled around at the sudden sound. It was the voice they knew all too well, yet in this moment, it seemed alien and strange. There, amidst the dim glow of the changing room, stood Yuvraj, their formidable middle-order batter. His normally chilled demeanor shattered, replaced by a visage of incredulity. His jaw slackened, his eyes bulging wide in disbelief as they locked onto Rahul and Sourav.

Time seemed to halt as the trio faced each other, the air thick with unspoken tension. Every detail of the moment etched itself into their minds—the faint hum of the stadium beyond, the scent of freshly cut grass mingling with the musk of determination, the distant echo of cheering fans. Yet amidst this sensory overload, it was the intensity in Yuvraj's gaze that held them captive.

Guys, mene break up parts likhna start kar Diya hai. Post hone me to time hai par maza aaega. It's very angsty and intense. I love drama 😂