all to you, i.k. x s.g.

intoxicated giggles and lovesick petnames.

a/n - i have no idea how every one shot that i write manages to have at least one paragraph solely describing ishan's beauty. i'm not complaining, i just wanna know how???

anyways, hii i'm back! (please don't kill me, i'll be more active, i swear)

i rlly, rlly, rlly hope you all like this chapter, it's like VERY rough + unedited so im actually v nervous about this one.

'Shub!'

'Yes, love?' The tired yet fond voice answered, affection weaved into the words. Shubman spared a quick glance to Ishan who was staring at him with a dopey smile before focusing his attention back to the wheel.

The past twenty minutes had passed in a similar sequence, with a tipsy ( drunk ) Ishan whining for Shubman's attention and a lovesick Gill happily giving it all to his boyfriend.

'I like you, like a lot.' His boyfriend of two years spoke, the soft confession embracing them under the moonlight. Ishan looked completely serious as he spoke, staring up at the taller man with hopeful eyes.

Shubman let a quiet chuckle escape his throat, bringing up their intertwined hands to his mouth to lay a gentle kiss on them. 'Thank you, baby. I like you too, like a lot.'

The wicket keeper - batsman, however, merely huffed, a grumpy pout suddenly lacing his lips. 'Noo, Shub! I like you! I - I like how pretty you are a-and how you always make me feel so warm and fuzzy and I like your shirts! And y-your dimples! A-and y-your nicknames too, Shubi!!'

Before Shubman could reply ( or rather, give a million little kisses to his love because how could anyone be so adorable? ), Ishan continued his lovesick rambles. 'Tujhe pata hain? When you call me love or Ish, mujhe na bohot acha lagta hain.'

'Sachi?'

'Mhm! Especially when you call me that in front of everyone!' Ishan's cheeks reddened with every word that stumbled out of his mouth, butterflies dancing around in his stomach as his drunken self revealed all his secrets. 'Lekin ab toh tu mujhe kuch nhi bulata, sirf wo hi ghisa pita Ishan karta reheta hain.'

Shubman giggled quietly at the grumpy admission, finally letting go of the wheel once he parked on a safe spot and focusing all his attention on his upset boyfriend.

The young batsman turned towards his love, his heart immediately fluttering in his chest at the sight he was endowed with.

Ishan sat on the passenger seat with a small pout adorning his face, dressed in a black printed shirt that he'd borrowed ( stolen ) from Shubman and black slacks. The moonlight flew in through the window, bathing the shorter batsman in its soft glow while the autumn air embraced his man, black curls caressing his eyes, eliciting a soft huff from Ishan.

Even nature adores him, Shubman vaguely thought with only a hint of envy. Not at Ishan, no but at the moon and the stars who were fated to reside in his eyes, to give him gentle kisses at dawn and to call his soul home.

Ishan Kishan was made of moonlight and stardust and until he was allowed, Shubman Gill would love him to the moon & back and beyond to the stars above.

'Acha, baba, ruk.' Shubman unbuckled his seatbelt, the soft click filling the car. With gentle eyes, he leaned closer to Ishan, revelling in the way the latter's eyes widened, his grumpy pout slowly melting as his intoxicated eyes met Shubman's affectionate ones.

The younger man refused to let their eye contact waver as he leaned forward to engage in a gentle kiss with his beloved, engraving signs of his love on the latter's lips before he pulled back with a "Sorry, meri jaan."

Soft hues of red embraced Ishan's cheeks, drowning him in butterflies and shyness as Shubman trailed his kisses upwards from his lips to his nose.

The taller cricketer let another nickname drip from his mouth as he gently rubbed his nose against Ishan's, loving eyes peering up at his boyfriend. 'Maaf karde, chaand.'

'I'll call you all the nicknames you want, love.' The honeyed words were murmured into Ishan's cheeks, a soft giggle stumbling from the latter's lips as Shubman pressed another kiss on the curve of his cheeks.

The corner of his lips turned up into a playful smile as Ishan pushed him away with reddened cheeks, gentle whines filling the car at Shubman's ministrations. 'Shubi nahii! I'm still mad at you.'

His boyfriend ( boyfriend!!! Shubman would never be over that ) looked up at him with hazy eyes, a blush still adorning his face, which he tried to hide with a faint pout. 'You'll have to gain my forgiveness, Shub.'

Biting on the soft laugh that threatened to escape his lips, Shubman responded with barely hidden fondness, attempting to switch his lovesick expression for a serious one and failing miserably. 'Of course, love. What can I do to gain your forgiveness, Ish?'

'Do a movie night with me!' Ishan spoke excitedly, the words leaving him in a single breath as if they were already on the tip of his tongue.

'Ishh, nahii!' Shubman let out a horrified gasp, the dramebaaz in him shining ever so brightly.

The taller cricketer sneaked around one of his hands to intertwine it with Ishan's, faux regret bleeding through his words as he spoke. 'My love, I would die for you, I would kill for you, I would give up my fifa account for you but I can't do a movie night with you, please!'

'Shubii!' Ishan giggled then, a soft syrupy sound that'd torture Shubman for as long as he lived. 'Kitna drama karta hain tu! Hum achi movie dekhenge, pakka!'

'Ja Ja, firse tu puri K3G dikhayega.' Shubman muttered, feigning annoyance while fireflies danced around in his stomach at the warm giggles and giddy smiles that filled the car. 'Pata nhi, kya acha lagta hain tujhe uss Rohan ke bache mein!'

The wicket keeper - batsman shook his head rapidly, his curls moving with the gentle action as fond giggles continued to stumble from his lips. 'Meri jaan, rohan kaun? Mein toh siraf Shubman Gill ko jaanta hu! You're my soniye, Shubi!'

'Acha ji?' A soft smile spread across Shubman's face before he could make an attempt to hide it, his dimples making an appearance as the fireflies in his stomach amped up even more.

Blissfully unaware of the effect his words had on his boyfriend, Ishan only nodded along, his brows suddenly furrowing at whatever was going through his mind. 'Mhm! Shub, tutse ek baat puchu?'

Shubman softly chuckled at the sudden change of topic, affectionate eyes fondly gazing back at Ishan as he gently ran a thumb across the furrow of his eyebrows. 'Puch, chaand.'

'Tu mujhe movies wala treatment toh dega na?'

'Ish, idhar aa, jaana,' Faint traces of his punjabi accent sneaked in as Shubman spoke.

Soft, lovesick eyes met hazy ones as Shubman gently moved Ishan to his lap. With their intertwined hands softly lying in their lap, Shubman moved one of his hands upwards to cup Ishan's face.

'Can I kiss you, love?'

Ishan's cheeks dipped in shyness as he slightly nodded, soft stars crinkling in his eyes as Shubman pressed a gentle peck on his lips.

'I'll treat you better than the movies, love.'