Weight of Motherhood

The lines Crossed (🔞🔥)

The 20-minute journey felt like an eternity, with Shyam exchanging charged glances with Govardhan. The air was thick with tension as the rain lashed down outside, casting a romantic gloom over the scene.

As the car stopped near the palace, Shyam made a hasty exit, his heels clicking on the wet pavement. "Wait, Soumya!" Govardhan called out, but Shyam kept walking, desperate to escape the attraction between them.

But fate had other plans. Shyam's heel snapped, sending him tumbling to the ground. Govardhan rushed to his side, scooping him up in his arms. "I've got you," he whispered, his breath hot against Shyam's ear.

Shyam's heart raced as Govardhan carried him to his room, their bodies pressed together. "Put me down, Govardhan," Shyam protested, but his voice was weak.

"I'm not letting you go," Govardhan replied, his eyes locked on Shyam's. "You're hurt."

Shyam's gaze drifted to Govardhan's lips, and he felt a surge of desire. "I...I'm a straight guy," he stammered. "Why am I thinking like this?"

As Govardhan laid him on the bed, Shyam felt a rush of vulnerability. He liked being carried away, being taken care of. And he couldn't deny the attraction between them any longer.

"Your clothes are soaked, Shyam. Change into something dry," Govardhan said, his voice low and husky. "Sumitra's nightdress is in the cupboard."

Shyam nodded, wincing in pain as he put weight on his sprained ankle. He hobbled towards the bathroom, but Govardhan's next words stopped him.

"No need to hide, Shyam. We're both men, aren't we?" Govardhan said with a sly smile, his eyes glinting with amusement.

Shyam's face flushed as he turned back, the wet gown clinging to his body. "Please don't look," he muttered, trying to remove the gown, but the wet fabric and alcohol-fueled fumbling made it difficult.

Govardhan chuckled and began to change, his movements fluid and confident.

Shyam couldn't help but sneak glances as Govardhan stripped down to his underwear, his broad chest and chiseled abs on full display.

As Shyam struggled with the chain, Govardhan walked towards him, his eyes burning with intensity. "Need help, Soumya?" he asked, his voice dripping with desire.

Shyam's heart raced as he nodded, his embarrassment forgotten in the face of his growing attraction. Govardhan's fingers brushed against his skin, sending shivers down his spine.

Govardhan's eyes locked onto Shyam's as he approached him, his movements slow and deliberate. "Let me help you," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

Shyam's face flushed as Govardhan's fingers brushed against his skin, working to unclasp the chain. The touch sent shivers down his spine, and he couldn't help but wonder if he was ready for this.

As the chain came undone, Govardhan's hands lingered on Shyam's skin, tracing the curve of his neck. Shyam's heart raced, his body screaming for more.

"Thank you," Shyam whispered, his voice barely audible.

The air was thick with tension as they stood there, the only sound was the heavy breathing between them.

Shyam knew he should move away, but his body seemed rooted to the spot.

Govardhan took a step closer, his chest almost touching Shyam's.

"You're beautiful, Soumya," he whispered, his lips inches from Shyam's ear.

Shyam's heart skipped a beat as he felt Govardhan's warm breath on his skin. He knew he should push him away, but his body betrayed him, leaning in closer to Govardhan.