Courage

9: The Kiss

Anyone who understood the Riyan Parag reference, comment a ☠️.

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Dhruv was rapidly regretting his decision to not kiss Devdutt.

Devdutt was fortunately not concussed and resumed light practice the next day. Unfortunately, that meant Dhruv was constantly distracted by those alluring eyes and luscious lips. Normally, Dhruv had uber control and concentration once he stepped on the field, but today, all he could remember were Dev's expressions as Dhruv had placed feather-light kisses on his hands. Dhruv felt his eyes glazing over as he imagined what would happen when he finally tastes those ruby-red lips...

Voices beside him awoke him from his stupor, and he quickly adjusted his pants before resuming his wicket-keeping practice. Soon, he thought, soon I will be able to calm this hunger inside me....

Devdutt, for his part, was not as innocent as he seemed to be. He knew what was going inside Dhruv's brain, as every time their eyes collided, he could feel a shiver run up his spine from the intense heat behind those eyes. He reveled in the power, the idea that he could make Dhruv - always in control, patient, bashful - lose control on the field.

So, he did some things, sue him.

He purposefully kept moistening his lips whenever he felt those eyes on him, he made sure he was always just close enough to drive Dhruv mad, and even made sure he bestowed his beautiful smiles on many fans during that session. As the evening drew closer, he could feel the aura around Dhruv getting dangerous, his control hanging by a thread. For the past half hour, he had been throwing increasingly agitated looks toward Dev, his knuckles white as he crumpled the bottle in his hand. Dev continued signing autographs and inching closer toward his fans to take selfies, aware that his heart was pounding in his ears.

His plans came to a sad halt, when, after dinner, Yash and Riyan invited him to watch a movie in their rooms. They were his friends, so he couldn't say no. He had hoped Dhruv would be there so he could torture him some more, but when he arrived for the movie, it was just the three of them. For a couple of hours, Dev was so engrossed in the movie and the parallel commentary (Riyan wanted to enact each one of Chunkey Pandey's scenes, much to their horror) that he even forgot about his torturous plan, and was smiling all the way to his room, when a hand suddenly snaked forward and dragged him into his own room.

Before Dev could even regain his bearing, he was pushed against the wall, and a very, very furious Dhruv came into his eyeline.

Oops, thought Dev, here comes trouble.

"Where have you been? I have been hiding here for the past three hours!"

Somehow, the thought of Dhruv hiding in Dev's room to corner him and getting frustrated for three hours just tipped him over the edge. He couldn't hold his laughter and started wheezing. He could feel tears streaming down his face, but he just couldn't stop. After a minute, when his laughter subsided, he looked at Dhruv and his throat dried up.

Dhruv's eyes smoldered with barely contained intensity, and before Dev could apologize, Dhruv was in his space, pressing him into the wall.

With the number of times Dhruv kept pushing him into walls, Dev thought (a little hysterically) that it was only a matter of time before even Ambuja Cement gave away.

Dhruv pushed into him a little more, parting his legs and carving himself a room there. Dev could feel his breath getting heavy, as Dhruv inched closer.

"Not laughing now, are we? Where were you, by the way?"

"Oh, um, Yash and Riyan invited me to watch a movie with them."

Dhruv muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like 'cockblocking mothercluckers'. That brought a smile to Dev's face. Two can play this game, he thought.

"Why were you looking for me?" he asked, coyly.

It was Dev's turn now, and he was not holding back. He took a step ahead, then two, then three, and did a little damage to the other wall as Dhruv's back hit it.

"Did you miss me that much that you couldn't wait to see me, hmm? You could have talked to me anytime during the day, you know, if you missed me that much."

"Oh yeah? I am sure there wasn't any space left, what with all the adoring fans and giggly smiles."

Devdutt found himself breaking into a smile.

"Jealous, are we?"

"Yes, very much."

Dev was surprised that Dhruv had chosen to answer. Normally he was a pretty tight-lipped guy, Dev had observed. But when had he been anything but sincere with you, his mind chided him.

"Well, they definitely won't be in the same position as you, I guarantee that," Dev exclaimed, pointing to the way they were joined at the hip. Dhruv quirked an eyebrow at that, and the next several seconds went by in silence, when suddenly, Dev spoke up.

"By the way, I am still waiting...."

"What for?"

"For my kiss?"

Dev's voice came out a little timid, but it was worth seeing the surprised and soft expression on Dhruv's face, which quickly turned teasing.

"Oh yeah? But I was thinking, maybe I do deserve to punish you for teasing me all day, so why don't we park the idea—"

He was silenced by a pair of soft lips sneaking a quick peck.

Dhruv was stunned. He touched his lips in surprise, and looked up to see a pretty pink blush blooming on Dev's face.

Dev had–Dev had kissed him. Dev, with those hooded eyes and lips that looked oh-so inviting...

Fuck it, Dhruv thought, and in the next second, fisted his hands in Devdutt's soft hair and attached his lips, rather hungrily, to Dev's. After the initial shock, Dev reciprocated with an enthusiasm that spurred Dhruv's insanity deeper, and he pulled at Dev's hair a little, earning a moan that went straight to his dick. He placed sharp nibbles on Dev's pillowy lips, and began kissing down his throat. Dev was helpless to do anything but move his neck to provide more access, and Dhruv and his shark teeth began their torturous descent on Dev's collarbone. He didn't know when he had ended up with his hands around Dhruv, but they were now fisting the back of his shirt, pulling him closer. Their moans filled the room, and Devdutt felt the temperature rising. He panted, and found Dhruv huffing small breaths against his neck.

"How about a different punishment, my north star?"