🔞Someone to Love [Ishman One Shots]✓

☁️🔞Chasing Nightmares Away[Soft Ishman]

Shubman jerked upright, gasping, the shrill shriek from nearby startling him into wakefulness. He blinked around, confused, trying to figure out where it was coming from.

“Shubman....turn the fucking alarm off, would you?” Came a soft mumble from under the blankets next to him. Shubman blinked, the haze of sleep finally lifting, and reached over quickly to slam his palm down on the clock. The blankets shifted.

“Thanks.”

“Er… yeah.” Shubman scrubbed his hand over his face, waiting until his heart slowed before he lay down again. But it was still beating faster than normal. He pressed himself to Ishan’s back, putting his hand over the smooth stomach, trying to draw some calm from the obviously peaceful lad in front of him.

A strong, sleepy hand ran over his forearm.

“You alright?”

“Yeah.”

“Your heart’s beating so fast…” Ishan  murmured sleepily.

“I just… I just had a bad dream, and then the alarm sort of startled me awake. Sorry.”

“Its alright.” Ishan stretched slowly against Shubman's front, glorious and languid. There was a soft, rested glow to his skin, his feet twitching slightly against Shubman's legs as muscles uncoiled themselves. “Why’d you set the alarm?"

“I didn’t.” Shubman replied, confused. “Did you?”

“Dunno. Maybe. We’ve got a morning off, so it was a pretty stupid thing to do.” Ishan made a low, muttering hum when Shubman kissed his neck slowly, and tilted his head to the side to allow better access. Shubman smiled, letting his tongue play in the crook. “That’s nice.” Ishan murmured. A hand ran slowly down Shubman's side, coming to rest on his hip and squeezing gently. “That’s really nice.”

“You want to go back to sleep?”

“Not when you’re doing that.” Ishan admitted with a laugh. Shubman smiled, mouthing his way along Ishan's shoulder and then back into his neck, his tongue playing with golden flesh and flicking at soft, downy hairs, relaxed muscles clearly defined under his lips.

“You’re beautiful.”

“So are you.” Ishan whispered, the hand on Shubman's hip squeezing again. There was silence for a moment, both enjoying the other lazily, until Ishan spoke up again. “So what was that dream about, then?”

“Nothing much. Just one of those ones that doesn’t make sense.”

“Freaked you out pretty bad, though. Can’t you remember any of it?”

“Sort of just bits and pieces.” Shubman replied slowly. The hand tightened on his hip again, and began to stroke leisurely, just caressing Shubman's flesh, drawing slow shapes on his skin. Shubman shivered.

“Tell me?”

Shubman pulled his mouth away from Ishan’s throat. “I have to stop doing this to tell you.”

“I don’t mind.” Ishan said softly, taking the hand resting on his belly and beginning to make slow circles with it, shivering slightly as it ran over his own skin. “Just keep touching me. I like you touching me.”

“Okay.” Shubman whispered, taking over when Ishan moved his hand away, feeling soft, silky skin contract under his palm. “Well… I was in this weird old house…”

“Mmm…” Ishan’s head twisted until his mouth could reach Shubman's chin. He kissed it slowly, tongue lapping at the stubble.

“Yeah, and… and you were there.”