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“Under the desk.” shubman hissed and Ishan did as he was told, crawling under the desk just as the door to the office banged open and Hardik appeared in the doorframe.
“Shubman Gill! What the hell is going on?” Hardik growled.
Shubman froze for a second, thinking Hardik knew about Ishan.
“I can explain.”
“You damned well better explain why did you book this room when you live nearby?”
“Oh, that.” Shubman let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. This was about him booking this room. He could deal with this.
“Yeah. That.”
Shubman was trying to focus on the conversation, but he was painfully aware of Ishan so close to his still hard cock. The only position he’d been able to manage put him mere inches from Shubman's length and he could feel Ishan's hot puffs of breath against his exposed length.
“I was just tired and watching some Australian players clips for our upcoming series so I just booked it....nothing to worry. Btw how did you know that I'm here?"
"I know you sometimes spend your time here and receptionist told me when I asked her about you."
"Did she tell you anything else?" Shubman asked.
"No...why? Is there something that you're hiding from me?" Hardik watched as his eyes narrowed and head tilted, nose turning up as he sniffed at the air. “Why does your room reek of sex?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Shubman met Hardik's eyes with a deadpan expression, not revealing anything.
“I’m talking about the fact that this room smells like Jasmine and cum. Did you sneak your secret boyfriend in here and fuck him?” Hardik took a step forward and sat in a chair across the desk from him.
Shubman wanted him to leave, his balls were aching from having his orgasm so abruptly cut off. Hardik was being extremely rude right now, and as long as people were being rude, Shubman decided that he might as well join in. He casually slipped one hand under the desk and used it to tilt his cock down toward Ishan.
Ishan obviously understood what he was asking for because he felt his tip get surrounded by the wet heat of Ishan's mouth almost at once. Shubman bit the inside of his cheek to keep from showing anything with his face.
“I don’t have a secret boyfriend.” Technically true, Ishan wasn’t his boyfriend.
“Uh-huh. See… somehow I don’t believe that. Because you smelled like Jasmine this morning when you got to practice and now this room of yours smells like Jasmine and sex. Put two and two together....and voila. Secret boyfriend.”
“Your powers of deduction are astounding.” Shubman said distractedly, shuffling through some papers on the desk with no real purpose, just giving himself an excuse to look down because Ishan was slowly moving his head up and down his cock with perfect, wet suction that had him close to blowing already. But he wasn’t going to cum with Hardik sitting only feet from him.
“I’m not saying I’m Sherlock-fucking-Holmes. I’m saying that you’re hiding something and I’m supposed to be your big brother and best friend. So spit it out. What’s going on?”
“Hardik bhai…can we talk about this later? I’m trying to get some work done so I can be home by midnight.”
The other cricketer made a grumpy noise but stood and turned toward the door.
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My Babyboy ❤️ (Ishman / Shubish)
Fanfictionwhere broke college student Ishan kishan loses his job at a cafe and his friend suggests getting a sugar daddy jokingly, Ishan laughs him off but failed to find a good job anywhere, suddenly the Idea is looking more tempting. professional cricketer...
