🔞Caught at Love|| Ishman

Chapter Eighteen

"Ayyyyyyy, kis behen ke laude ne Ishan ko team se bahar rakkhaaaaa thaa, main jaan le lunga!!!"

Hardik Pandya. Has Absolutely no sense of place, time, moment. That's what Shami always thought of him. Sure the guy was ultra fun, and annoying when women and alcohol were in question but Shami would always put a limit at the audacity.

Their mental healths were screwed over and resigned but their senses had to be quickly alerted by the barging, over the top pitch of Hardik's husky soundbox.

"Hardik calm down-"

"No!!! Seriously, who kept Ishan out of the team? I leave for once because of an injury and you guys lose the fucking World Cup?"

"One injury? This is the six hundredth tim-"

"Okay please, Surya Bhai, you don't say anything! What a great inning man! I loved the part where you were giving strike to fucking Kuldeep, who's a fucking spinner when fucking Mitchel Starc was bowling! I loved it so much that I punched a hole in my seat!"

Surya didn't speak further, because yes, that part was embarassing but he has too much self pride to admit that Starc scared him last night, made him want to run back to the dressing room. But well, he'll just remain quiet for now.

"Look Hardik, come and sit here with us. Rahul Sir chose the team, and yes we all agreed to keep Ishan out-"

"Rohit Bhai, how could you! Ishan is a better ODI player than Surya! Everybody knows that, man fuck this shit!"

He stomped upto the others, and sat down on the empty chair beside Kl Rahul. The introverted man, sighed before rubbing a hand up Hardik's arm trying to calm him down a little bit.

Everybody knew that Hardik loved Ishan like a son, they had been close ever since the younger boy was bought by Mumbai Indians in IPL. So yes, Hardik was definitely upset that his boy was treated so unfairly, not preferred over someone who played so freaking casually in such an important match.

"Now where is Ishan? I want to speak to him!"

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Ishan woke slowly, surrounded by warmth. An arm is thrown over his waist, a big hand cradling his barely there belly. He stretched, letting out a pleased groan as he did so. His ass gently collided with Shubman's front and it gave him a little idea. He was visibly horny it seemed.

Ishan’s hand slowly went past his belly to rub at his morning wood. “Mm,” he hummed to himself. He scooted back until his ass was flush with Shubman's front and he slowly grinded against his alpha. He shimmied and moved with some shocking fluidity despite just waking up. It didn't take long before Shubman's body was reacting, slowly hardening against Ishan’s backside. 

The hot press of Shubman's erection between his cheeks had Ishan’s ass beginning to slick. He let out a whine as he moved, wanting something inside of him. 

Suddenly, a pair of arms tightened around his middle, pulling his hips even tighter against him. “Something you want?” he asked, his voice deep and rough from sleep. It made Ishan’s cock throb. 

“Yes,” he breathed, riding his hips back as Shubman's cock slid through his wet rim. 

“What do you want, omega of mine?”

His breath washed over the back of Ishan’s neck, giving his body a pleasant shudder. “Want your dick inside of me.”