Just you and me

Thief 🔞

Virat waited and waited for Rohit to come online. 'How could the man not react on such a pic?' He wondered senselessly.

'Was the pic not hot enough?' He thought as he tossed and turned on the bed while staring at the blank screen.

Suddenly, he heard a knock at his window.

Virat's breath stopped. Somebody was trying to break into the house. There was a thief outside his window.

He wanted to go and inform his brother but his feet seemed struck due to fear. He heard someone knock on the window again.

'Why is the thief deliberately making noise?' He questioned as he gathered some courage.

He picked his bat which was next to his bed and held it like a sword. With slow and agonizing steps he reached towards the window.

He sucked in a deep death as he threw open the window, ready to throw hands at the intruder.

What he saw, left him speechless.

Outside the window was his boyfriend, Rohit Sharma hanging by his hands, a wide grin plastered on his face.

Virat was dumbfounded.

"Ro, why are you here?" Virat questioned, his arms crossed with a disapproving look on his face.

"Help me up first, Vi." Rohit pleaded as his hands started to hurt.

Virat mentally scolded himself for forgetting that Rohit was hanging from the window. He took his hands and pulled him inside his bedroom carefully.

Rohit looked around the familiar room. The memories of their first project came flooding in.

Rohit's eyes finally landed on the most familiar thing in the room, his boyfriend. He looked at him from top to bottom as if trying to drink him all up.

Rohit involuntarily licked his lower lip while continuously staring at Virat.

Virat shifted uncomfortably under Rohit's predatory gaze. Realisation hit him when he looked at his reflection in the mirror.

For the first time ever he was standing in front on his boyfriend.

Topless.

His cheeks burned as Rohit shamelessly checked him out. Virat could feel his gaze travel on his naked torso.

Virat turned away as he grabbed the T-shirt that he had removed for the photo from his bedside table.

He was about to wear it when a hand snatched it and threw it out of the window. Virat looked at Rohit, surprised and flustered at this action.

"Why did you do that?" Virat muttered with as much courage he could muster up at that moment

"You won't need that for what we are going to do tonight." Rohit whispered in a low growl

Virat felt his soul leave the body as the reality of Rohit's words sank in.

Rohit took a step forward towards Virat. Virat instinctively took a step backwards trying to calm his heart from beating out of his ribcage.

Unfortunately, he stumbled and landed on his bed. Rohit smirked at how vulnerable Virat looked.

"Just where I want you to be." Rohit murmured under his breath looking at Virat sitting on the bed trying to cover his nakedness with pillows.