fade into you | shubman gill x ishan kishan

awakening 2

2.
three days later, shubman and ishan sat on their room, getting dressed for the party.
'yeh acchi haina ishu?' called shubman from the closet
ishan walked in, distracted by a post on his phone, before looking up at shubman

and wow.

shubman looked like the encapsulation of the night sky, with a navy blue, almost see through loose top half buttoned up, and slick black pants hanging low off his hips. his hair was combed neatly to the side, with white sneakers looking like the stars. shubman looked at him expectandely, while ishan tried to calm his racing heart.

cause how could someone be this perfect?

ishan cleared his throat
'thik hai. now get out so i can get dressed' he said, pushing shubman out of the closet (ironic, no?)

ishan felt bad as soon as he shut the door, but if he had said anything else to shubman, he feared he would've kissed him senseless right then and there. he had to gain some decorum, he scolded internally.

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the club was hot, hindi music so loud ishans eardrums felt like they were going to implode. he had gotten here with shubman an hour ago, with the rest of ICT already there, half drunk and delirious. ishan had last seen shubman about 20 minutes ago, doing shots with virat bhai, and blatantly ignoring this girl that was swatting at his arm. ishan had secretly smiled to himself at the sight, his courage growing. maybe shubman did roll that way.

now, ishan was in the middle of the dance floor, trying to catch sight of shubman to put his plan into action.

and bam, there shubman was, whiskey glass in one hand, and the girls waist in the other.

and ishan felt like he had been punched.

he watched intently as shubman snaked an arm around the girls middle, pulling her closer, dancing with no space for air. he watched his face burrow into her neck, could almost feel his stubble scratching at her jaw. could hear her giggles, could smell his perfume.

could feel his heart shattering

ishan stilled, steadying himself as his body rose in fervour. he could not peel his eyes from the sight in front of him, but he forced himself to.

ishan stormed to the bar, demanding a shot, his blood pounding through him in anger. if this is the game gill wanted to play, then so be it. he could play along just fine. he would give him a taste of his own medicine.

ishan made his way to the middle of the dance floor, pushing past sweaty bodies in the intent to find one who caught his eye. he found a guy, maybe a few years older than him, with the same black hair and the same tall build as shubman. perfect, ishan thought, and pulled the pretty guys arm to get him away from a young boy whose thigh he had been grinding on. ishan looked at the surprised expression on the guys face, before smirking and turning around. he pressed his ass right on his crotch, his whole body against his, dancing on him. he could feel the guy grow harder as ishan subtly grinded on him, making ishan close his eyes and smile. perfect.

ishan lost himself in the music, allowing the pretty boy to touch him all over, warm arms rubbing his sides, down his back, along his waist. he let him burrow his face into ishans neck, smelling his sweet scent. but his arms felt wrong on him, and when ishan turned around to sling his arms around pretty boys waist, they didn't slot as well as shubmans did. it made ishan frown a little.

'why the face, baby?' hummed pretty boy into his ear
'kuch mahi' ishan replied, plastering a fake smile.

pretty boy smiled at him in return, but his teeth weren't as straight, and he didn't have dimples, and no wrinkles by his eyes. he wasn't right. ishans eyes hungrily searched the crowd, hoping to meet shubmans, but he couldn't spot him. or his side chick, ishan thought unhelpfully .