Maybe!! Maybe Not?? (ishman/shubish)

The End

NSFW (after about like 5,000 words)

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Shubman fights his instincts to throw everything into the suitcase. He has to fight it hard as he folds the clothes as neatly as he can and puts them in the bag. Of course, he's a responsible adult he must do his best to pack his boyfriend's bag.

The IPL season is about to start. Shubman was excited to travel with Ishan for their first match. Until his manager told him that he still had a work schedule in Mumbai for the next 2 days. He feels annoyed that there's only one time he'll get to be with Ishan this whole season, and on top of that, he gets two fewer days.

Still, he won't say he hates the IPL.

Shubman loves it.

He really does.

Take him back a few years ago when he was an anxious 19-year-old boy, unsure if he could even make a place for himself in a franchise. Now he's 24 years old, captain of the Gujarat Titans, and still a bit anxious to some level but managing it well. These 5 years have truly changed his life. His cheeks are sore with the amount of proud smiling he's done just thinking about it. And he can't forget about the beautiful man beside him, Ishan. Rather than finding Ishan next to him, he finds him standing by the bathroom door, staring at Shubman with an intensity that borders on obsession.

"Did you fall asleep again in the bath?" Shubman's voice sounds borderline amused, teasing to the edges.

"I am not the one who can't stand in the shower for more than 10 minutes," Ishan says, getting into his black jeans.

"Standing underwater for a long time makes my skin feel itchy, I don't like it" Shubman complains while looking for a shirt for Ishan.

"Whiny baby," Ishan says. "Find me something comfortable."

Shubman laughs his laugh airy and light like the sound of bells on a warm spring evening. "You're the baby out of two of us."

"No, I am not" Ishan gapes at him.

"You are," Shubman says as he lets his eyes travel from Ishan's wet nestled hair to his toes. "You're the babiest of them all," he confidently says.

Ishan knows he is losing the argument, but he isn't one to take defeat lying down. So, he does the only thing he can think of at the moment: he shakes his head repeatedly, sending water flying all over Shubman, and both boys dissolve into fits of laughter.

You just proved my point, you're a baby." Shubman taunts and pulls a black shirt out and holds it over Ishan's shoulders, waiting for him to pull his hands through the sleeves. Then Shubman takes his black onyx pendant off his neck and circles it around Ishan's neck, doing up the clasp.

"You sure?" Ishan asks.

"Yeah, I love it on you" Shubman fiddles with the pendant until it sits perfectly between Ishan's 'Trust Your Struggle' tattoo.

"God, this tattoo of yours is so fucking sexy" Shubman whispers lowly.

"Can you button up my shirt now?" Ishan speaks, more like a question.

"Be silent for a bit," Shubman commands as he trails his fingers over the ink, eyes transfixed on the skin.

"Take a picture it'll last longer," Ishan says frustrated, feeling a bit too hot.

"brilliant" Shubman takes his phone out and proceeds to take pictures of Ishan's chest from 5 different angles.

10 minutes later, they stand in the Shubman stop at the threshold and lean on the door with his shoulder.