Purrfect Neighbour (ShubmanGillxIshanKishan)

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"Wheeeeeee!"

Ishan's voice echoed through the night as he spun around, arms wide, stumbling slightly in his drunken state.

"You're drunk," Shubman remarked, watching the scene with a blend of amusement and concern.

Earlier that evening, Ishan had shown up at Shubman's door with a mischievous grin and an invitation to grab drinks at The Leopard. Shubman had agreed, and he couldn't deny he'd enjoyed watching Ishan down shot after shot, all while cracking jokes and entertaining everyone around them.

But now, as the night grew late and the city began to quiet down, Shubman was trying to get them both home. Ishan, however, was thoroughly intoxicated and kept darting off in random directions like a wayward child.

"No, I'm not," Ishan slurred, swaying dangerously. Shubman quickly stepped forward, ready to catch him if he fell, but Ishan managed to stay on his feet. Before Shubman could breathe a sigh of relief, Ishan grabbed his hand, a playful glint in his eye. "Let's go to the park."

"No," Shubman said firmly, trying to steer him back. "It's late, and I'm getting you home and to bed."

Ishan spun around again, this time wrapping his arms around Shubman's neck with a grin that promised trouble. "Yeah, I wanna go to bed with you."

Shubman sighed, gently disentangling Ishan's arms. "That's not what I said."

He positioned Ishan in front of him, placing his hands on Ishan's hips to guide him in the right direction.

"Well, it should be," Ishan muttered, managing to walk somewhat steadily for the remaining blocks.

When they reached the door that led to the stairs up to their apartments, Ishan rested his head on Shubman's shoulder and wrapped his arms around Shubman's waist. Shubman slipped one arm around Ishan's waist while using the other to unlock the door.

Ishan insisted on staying latched onto him as they climbed the narrow stairs side by side, their progress slow but steady.

"I don't want to go to sleep yet," Ishan pouted as Shubman unlocked his apartment door.

"Well, that's too bad," Shubman replied, guiding him inside. "Once I check on Sara, I'm taking you straight over to your apartment."

Shubman closed the door behind them and walked into the living room, where Sara was curled up on the carpet, fast asleep, with the television still on.

"See? She's fine," Shubman said, but Ishan had already wandered toward the bedroom.

Shubman quickly caught up to him at the bedroom door. "No, Ishan. I'm taking you to your own bedroom."

"Shhh," Ishan hushed him, placing a finger to his lips. His eyes were half-open, hazy with alcohol. "You'll wake Sara."

Ishan licked his lips, his eyes lazily tracing over Shubman from head to toe. "You're so pretty," he murmured, his words slurring slightly. "Pretty hair. Pretty eyes. A pretty mouth." He leaned in, placing a sloppy kiss on Shubman's neck. "I bet you have a pretty cock too," he whispered, kissing his neck again with a grin. "I wanna see it."

"Not tonight," Shubman replied, studying Ishan's blissfully intoxicated face. He wondered how he was ever going to get him back to his apartment.

Ishan pouted, then stumbled into the bedroom, falling backwards onto Shubman's bed with a dramatic flop. "Come on," he teased, a playful glint in his eyes. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

Shubman couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head. "We're not five, Ishan."

He slipped off his coat, heading toward the closet to hang it up.