Purrfect Neighbour (ShubmanGillxIshanKishan)

13🔞

Shubman didn’t know what to expect when he came home that evening after their morning spat.

"I’m home," he called out as he walked into the living room.

To his surprise, Ishan was still there, sprawled on the couch, while Sara was perched in the single seater furthest away, giving him a look as if she was the queen of the house.

Ishan turned around with a big, cheerful grin. "Hi!" His smile was so innocent, it was as if the morning’s drama had evaporated into thin air. "How was your day?"

"It was fine," Shubman replied, heading towards his bedroom. His client from a little town near Mumbai had flaked on him again, and he wasn’t in the mood for a chat about it.

He dropped his bag, pulled his t-shirt over his head, and before his arms could return to their usual position, Ishan’s arms wrapped around his waist, and warm kisses started appearing on his back. The shirt fell to the floor; he’d toss it in the hamper later. He turned around in Ishan’s embrace and smiled, resting his hands on Ishan’s lower back. "Miss me?"

Ishan pulled him closer, arms looping behind Shubman’s neck. "Something like that." Their lips met with such intensity that it was as if they were trying to make up for lost time. As the kiss deepened, Ishan guided them towards the bed. When his calves bumped into the bed, he spun around and pushed Shubman onto it, then climbed on top. Their lips reconnected with fervor.

Ishan’s teeth lightly scraped Shubman’s bottom lip before trailing kisses down his neck.

"Ishan..." Shubman’s voice was a low rumble as he gripped Ishan’s backside, pressing their hips together.

"Yeah?" Ishan mumbled, distracted as his tongue curled around Shubman’s nipple.

"Did you feed Sara?"

Ishan’s lips continued their journey down Shubman’s chest. "What?"

"Did you feed Sara?"

Ishan couldn’t believe Shubman was asking about the cat while they were in the middle of this. "Uh, yeah," he said, shifting his attention to Shubman’s ribs.

"Did she eat all of it?"

Ishan licked a broad stripe across Shubman’s taut skin, savoring the faint tang of sweat and musk. "Yeah, she seemed really into it."

"Really? She usually acts like kibble is a five-course meal and takes her time."

Ishan placed another kiss on Shubman's body, wondering how long this conversation was going to drag on. “It wasn’t kibble. It was that wet stuff.”

“Ishan!” Shubman sat up so fast that Ishan rolled off the bed. “I told you to feed her the kibble! She’s only allowed wet food twice a week.”

Ishan sat up, blinking in surprise. He couldn’t believe Shubman was actually upset over some cat food. “I did pour out the kibble first, but she didn’t want it. She kept meowing and giving me those big eyes. I figured if she didn’t eat and then got sick, you’d blame me for not giving her something else. So I put the kibble back and gave her the canned stuff. She loves that.”

Shubman groaned, getting off the bed. “Of course she does. She’d eat it every day if you let her!” He huffed, slapping his palm against the wall as he stormed out of the room. “Next time, just feed her what I said.”

“Hey!” Ishan scrambled off the bed and followed him into the kitchen. “What’s your problem? It’s just cat food!”

Shubman yanked his arm away and opened the fridge, pulling out a can of beer. He slammed the door shut, popped the tab, and plopped down on a stool.