Drawn to trouble. ( Ishman FF)

Chapter 16

Ishan was arranging the things he bought when Shubman called him from the bathroom.

Ishan, unaware of Shubman’s inner thoughts, walked over to the bathroom door. “What happened, Shubman?” he asked, concerned.

Shubman stepped out, shirtless, his toned chest and abs on full display. He held the shirt Ishan had given him in his hand. “Uh, sir, the shirt’s a bit tight,” he said, feigning discomfort. “I think I’ll just skip it. It’s warm enough in here, right?”

Ishan’s eyes widened slightly, his gaze unintentionally lingering on Shubman’s well-defined physique before quickly looking away, his cheeks turning pink. “Oh, um, yes… It’s quite warm,” he stammered, flustered.

Shubman smirked internally, pleased with Ishan’s reaction. “Thanks for understanding, sir,” he said, walking past Ishan to the living room, his muscles subtly flexing with each step.

Ishan swallowed hard, trying to focus on arranging the groceries. He’s just a student, calm down, he told himself, but his heart betrayed him, beating faster than usual.

Ishan hesitated, glancing between the couch and his bed. “But, Shubman, it’s not appropriate—” he began, only to be cut off by Shubman’s playful grin.

“Sir, come on,” Shubman said, leaning back against the wall and stretching his arms over his head, his toned muscles flexing. “I’m not some delicate girl. We’re both adults, right? It’s just sharing a bed.”

Ishan’s eyes briefly flicked to Shubman’s abs before he quickly turned away, feeling his face heat up. “I suppose… the couch is too small for you,” he admitted reluctantly.

Shubman took a step closer, his voice low and teasing. “Exactly, sir. And besides, your bed is plenty big. I promise I won’t hog the space.”

Ishan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Fine, but no funny business,” he said, trying to sound stern.

Shubman chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Scout’s honor, sir.”

As they got ready for bed, Ishan slipped under the covers first, keeping to one side.

Ishan sighed in defeat, pulling the blanket over himself as he slid onto the bed. “Fine. But keep to your side,” he warned, trying to maintain his usual composure.

Shubman bit his lip, his eyes unintentionally lingering on the outline of Ishan’s figure under the blanket. The loose shirt and shorts did nothing to conceal the curves and dips of Ishan’s frame. His heart raced, and he quickly looked away, pretending to adjust the blanket. Focus, Shubman. Don’t blow this.

The tension in the room was palpable. Ishan, unaware of Shubman’s internal struggle, tried to shift his focus elsewhere, but even he couldn’t ignore the heat radiating between them. “Goodnight, Shubman,” he whispered, turning his back to the younger boy.

Shubman swallowed hard. “Goodnight, sir,” he replied, his voice lower than intended, as he willed himself to stay still and not act on the dangerous thoughts swirling in his mind.

The early morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Shubman stirred, his sleepy eyes fluttering open. His breath hitched as he found Ishan nestled comfortably on his chest, his soft hair tickling Shubman’s neck.

Ishan looked serene, his delicate features glowing in the gentle light. His lips slightly parted, and his lashes fanned over his flushed cheeks, making him look almost otherworldly. Like a fairy, Shubman thought, heart pounding.

It was then Shubman became acutely aware of his hand. It rested firmly on Ishan's ass, fingers grazing the curve of his ass. Shubman froze, his mind racing. Don't squeeze, don't squeeze... He clenched his jaw, his self-control hanging by a thread.

He let out a slow, controlled breath, trying to calm himself. This is innocent. It’s not like I planned this, he reassured himself. Still, the warmth of Ishan’s body against his was both a comfort and a test of his patience.

Deciding it was safer not to move, Shubman closed his eyes again, savoring the moment while trying to calm his racing heart. It’s still early, he reasoned. Might as well enjoy the peace while it lasts. With that thought, he drifted back to sleep, feeling oddly content despite the turmoil in his mind.

The soft rustle of fabric and the faint chirping of birds outside stirred Ishan from his slumber. His eyes fluttered open, and he immediately realized he was lying on something firm and warm. It took a moment for his groggy mind to register that he was on Shubman's chest.

Ishan’s eyes widened in shock, and his heart started pounding. What am I doing here? He was about to push himself off and scold Shubman when he noticed Shubman’s peaceful sleeping face. His sharp features were softened in slumber, making him look oddly innocent. But then, Ishan felt it—a firm hand resting on his ass.

His face flushed deep red as the realization hit him. No, no, no… he panicked internally, but then he remembered the events of last night. Wait… I came to his side? The realization only made his embarrassment worse.

He carefully lifted Shubman’s hand, feeling his cheeks burn hotter with every passing second. Shubman stirred slightly but didn’t wake up. Not wanting to wake him or make the situation even more awkward, Ishan quickly slipped out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom.

Inside, he leaned against the sink, splashing cold water on his face. His reflection in the mirror stared back at him, red-faced and flustered. Get a grip, Ishan, he scolded himself. He’s your student. This can’t happen. But even as he tried to shake off the thoughts, the warmth of Shubman’s hand lingered in his mind.

Meanwhile, back in the bedroom, Shubman continued sleeping peacefully, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

After a while, Shubman stirred awake, stretching lazily on the bed. The faint aroma of coffee wafted in from the kitchen, and he smiled, already knowing Ishan was up. Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes and called out, "Sir, I should head home and grab my stuff for college."

Ishan peeked out from the kitchen, a cup of coffee in hand. “You should at least eat breakfast before you go,” he insisted, his voice soft but firm.

Shubman’s heart warmed at Ishan’s concern, but he shook his head. “I don’t want to trouble you more, sir. You’ve already done enough,” he said, though his voice held a hint of reluctance. The thought of leaving the cozy atmosphere of Ishan’s apartment wasn’t appealing.

Ishan frowned slightly, placing the cup down. “It’s no trouble, Shubman. You stayed the night; the least I can do is feed you before you leave.”

Shubman hesitated but eventually sighed. “I’ll take a rain check on that, sir. I promise,” he said with a small smile. He didn’t want to overstay his welcome, no matter how much he enjoyed being around Ishan.

Reluctantly, Shubman went to the bathroom to change into his clothes from the previous night. When he emerged, Ishan handed him the grocery bags he’d left by the door. “Be safe,” Ishan said softly as Shubman slipped on his shoes.

Shubman nodded, stepping out of the apartment. “Thanks for everything, sir. See you in class,” he said with a grin before heading off to his bike.

As Shubman rode home, he couldn’t help but feel a little lighter, the thought of spending the night at Ishan’s place replaying in his mind like a cherished memory.

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