Heart, Body & Soul (MxM)

Chapter Twenty-Three

Riyaan wakes up to the soft and cool touch of knuckles brushing over his face. He finds Ivan smiling, most probably at his sleepy face and then looking back to the road. The wipers in the windshield are vigorously wiping the rainwater, as they wait for the traffic to clear. And then Riyaan goes back to sleep.

The next time he wakes up, he hears the garage door.

'Time to wake up,' Ivan says, unfastening Riyaan's seat belt.

'Sleepy. Carry me,' he says, closing his eyes and a playful smile on his lips.

'No can do.'

'Fine, I'll sleep here today.'

Ivan groans. And then like an idiot, he actually walks around to his side and tries to carry him. But this time, Ivan is the one who falls face first as they fumble around each other to find a better grip on each other.

'Ouch!' Riyaan walks out of the car slowly rubbing his hurt cheeks. Ivan mutters a sorry and then they are both laughing, at 1 am in the morning, in the garage. It's not an uncontrollable kind of laugh. It's the kind where things keep happening to you, and it's the kind where no one has to say that it happened again - stumbling into another. It's like being drunk, but he isn't drunk. Ivan is trying to hold himself straight between bouts of laughing and looking at him intently too. Brushing his hair to discipline that is already disciplined.

When Ivan laughs, his face looks completely different. Not that of a handsome and brooding thirty-something-old man, but of a flirty boyish teenager - a lot younger. Damn! How many people did he make breathless every day like this in school, college and when he went to university? Riyaan wonders if this is the first time Ivan laughs like this or the first time he notices. It makes Riyaan go over every detail that makes those changes - his lips, his temple, his cheeks, and all over his face.

'Why are you so handsome,' Riyaan whispers as both of them take sharp breaths from all that laughing, and smiles still playing on their lips.

He trails Ivan's sharp breath, and then suddenly he is being pressed against the car by Ivan's hot body. He didn't see it coming. He wanted to be prepared. But he doesn't know if it's Ivan's hot lips capturing his first or if it's his hand holding Riyaan's whole body closer to him - firmly. Ivan's tongue is so hot that Riyaan feels like burning up with a high-degree fever, and weak knees. A moan escapes his lips before Ivan stumbles a little, and they both find themselves taking support of the car. Seeing Ivan lose control has Riyaan lose a few nerve cells too.

A silly thought: It's me. I did that. I made him lose control.

Beyond that, Riyaan cannot think, it's overwhelming - he hears his own soft moan under Ivan's lips. His knees are giving up, and his clothes have no grip against the car's body. He is trying to hold himself up between the car and Ivan's hot - damn, why is it so hot in here?

'Uh, Ivan,' he removes his lips from Ivan and takes a sharp, shaky breath. Is it too much for his body?

Wait he takes another breath, and Ivan leans in, again. He takes Riyaan's face bringing it closer to his mouth again. Does Ivan not need oxygen? When he is still not done taking in oxygen, and instinctively deflects his face, Ivan leans in more to kiss but ends up biting and kissing his neck instead.

Riyaan has his eyes closed from all the overwhelming until Ivan's tongue comes in contact with his within his mouth, again.

'Ivan,' Riyaan whispers the name of his desire.

'Yes.' Ivan runs his hands over his buttocks and then to his thigh, hauling him against the body of the car. But Riyaan's body slips off, making Ivan groan in frustration as he did it twice, and making Riyaan laugh out loud because...it's funny.

'Inside,' Ivan says with a hoarse whisper.

It takes every part of Riyaan not to tear off Ivan's clothes in the hallway, as they enter the house from the garage door. And once he enters, he doesn't wait, 'Ever considered wearing less clothes?'

'No,' Ivan replies pressing his erection against his belly, which shuts up Riyaan real fast.

'You smell so nice,' Riyaan says between kisses. He always does, but...

Ivan starts to laugh in a slightly audible voice.

'What's wrong?'

'I would have smelt nicer if you'd have let me stay for two more days. I was about to schedule a visit to Osmotheque.'

Oh! Oh!

'Sorry.'

'It's okay. Next time,' Ivan says softly, tugging at his clothes desperately.

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When he returns from the bathroom with cold legs and hands, and a cold body, Ivan is up looking for him in the bed, pulling him quickly under the covers, warming him up with his own warm hands and body. Holding him tight, kissing his nape sleepily.

And for the first time in life, Riyaan felt wanted. He didn't know this feeling. I missed you He wants to say it. But then he imagines Ivan not saying it back. That would hurt.

'I brought something for you. A Diwali gift if you want.'

'Healthy chips from Paris?' He turns to Ivan. The curtains are not pulled closed all the way, and the moonlight is seeping through. It's probably 3 in the morning.

'No. Something better.' Ivan brings a package from the floor. The floor is messy, like, he has never seen Ivan's bedroom so messy before.

A laptop.

'Why? I already sent my laptop to fix it.'

'It's a gift.'

'Thank you,' Riyaan says slowly. Ivan remembered.

'Ivan,' he calls softly because he cannot sleep. He knows Ivan is not asleep.

'Yes.' Ivan says after a minute.

'Why did Jai respond to my call on your phone?' He doesn't know if he has the right to ask that because Ivan might call that 'asserting rights'. But how can he not, with everything that has been eating him?

'He stayed in my room because the hotel was booked out.'

He could've looked for other places. But Riyaan doesn't challenge him like that. He wants to.

'Did he also sleep on your bed?'

At this, Ivan takes a long sigh.

'He did sleep on my bed.'

'Did you...hold hands?' He almost cries. He tries to remove himself from Ivan's embrace. Ivan holds him tighter.

'No. I didn't have sex with him. We didn't hold hands, I wasn't in the bed.'

Just for that, Riyaan kisses him everywhere on the face. Ivan takes it all.

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sorry for the short chapter. I will try to publish full chapters and schedule from next time ~
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