Ishman Drabbles

Just The Way You Are- Part 4

"Ishan", Shubman said, looking deep into his eyes as he pressed kisses to the smaller man's knuckles,
"Hamni rouwa se prem karat ba ni"
("I love you")

Ishan froze, looking like a deer in headlights at Shubman's confession. Then his expression changed to a pained one and his voice cracked as he said, "Shubman, you don't have to do this". The taller man's brows furrowed in confusion, "What?" He asked, trying to keep his disappointment at Ishan's reaction at bay.

"You told me you'd do everything a boyfriend does so I don't leave you, and I realise that's what you've been doing the whole day today", Ishan explained, sighing, "You don't have to do that, Shubi. I already promised you I won't ever leave you."

"As if I'd ever let you, even if you tried", Shubman said, the fierceness in his tone taking Ishan aback. "I know I don't have to propose to you to make you stay, Ishan." Ishan shook his head, "Shubman, you don't want this". Shubman put his hands on either side of Ishan, leaning forward and looking him in the eye as he said, "Stop telling me what I want. I know myself, so let me tell you what I actually want."

"I want to not want you anymore", Shubman continued as Ishan looked on at him in trepidation, "I don't want to just admire the sight of your fluffy bedhead every morning, I want to wake you up with my kisses.", he caressed Ishan's whole face, imagining his lips replacing his fingers,
"I don't want to just imagine you and me every time I watch a romantic scene, I want to recreate those moments with you."

Ishan was beginning to tear up,
"I already get angry when I see you close to someone else, or when someone looks at you wrong, but I want to get angry knowing I have every right to. Knowing that I can drag you to our bed and make you mine all over again to quell it." Ishan shuddered at this, a quiet little whimper escaping his lips.

"I don't want to want you from a distance anymore, Ishan. I want to have you, all to myself, and still want more, openly for the world to see. I don't want to settle for a simple hug when we win, I want to pick you up and spin you around and kiss your giggles away when I do that."

He wiped the tears flowing down Ishan's cheeks, kissing his eyelids, "When you call me your 'jaan' ('life')", Shubman continued, a soft smile on his face, "I don't want it to be just an endearment, I want you to mean it from the bottom of your heart".

"I do, 'meri jaan' ('my life')", Ishan spoke up, smiling at Shubman through his tears, taking the taller's hand and placing it on his heart, "Mere dil vich tussi hi ho, mainu tuhade naal pyaar ho gaya hai" ("You're the only one in my heart, I've fallen in love with you"). He giggled at Shubman's pleasantly surprised expression, "What? You think you're the only one who learnt how to propose in our mother tongues?"

Shubman tackled him so they tumbled onto the bed and fervently kissed Ishan's whole face, making the smaller man laugh and protest, "That tickles!" Shubman rubbed their noses together affectionately and said, "Punjabi sounds so hot in that sweet voice of yours. Say it again na, please" Ishan cupped Shubman's face, caressing his cheek with his thumb as he said, "Main tuhanu pyaar karda haan" ("I love you").

Shubman squealed, burying his face in the crook of Ishan's neck, "Haye rabba, chann mereya, tere utte marda main" ("Oh god, my moon, I could die for you/I love you"). "Main vi" ("Me too"), Ishan said softly. Shubman pulled back and looked deep into his eyes, leaning in very slowly and closing the distance between them again, capturing Ishan's lips in his.

Ishan's lips were shy and soft as they moved against his hesitantly at first, until Shubman cupped Ishan's jaw with his large hands, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. The kiss was slow and gentle but still sent shivers of desire coursing through their bodies, every electrifying swipe of each other's tongues to their lips making them let out erotic moans against each other's mouths.