[A/n:So I wrote this in a hurry for my dearest friend yosoy_sina's birthday. It was the least I could do for all the happy time we have while talking about literally anything. ]

"May I have your attention please?" Sebastian called out to the occupants of the room politely. The people, who were all talking, laughing and sipping champagne amongst themselves, didn't seem to notice him.

Shubman rolled his eyes and stood up from his seat to the right of Sebastian.

"Oy, you lot, SHUT UP!" Shubman bellowed out. The people quieted down simultaneously, craning their heads at the head table.

"Shubman!" Anshuman hissed, "stop yelling at our guests, you great stupid!"

"Well it worked, didn't it, Mr. Anshumant?" Shubman smirked, sitting back down.

"It's Mr.Sebastian now," Anshumant reminded him impatiently.

Sebastian hushed them, and began his speech.

Sebastian cleared his throat, trying to stifle his amusement. "Thank you, everyone," he began, as the crowd settled into their seats. "Now, I just want to say, Anshuman is no longer just the most annoying person I know. He’s also my beautiful husband, and I’m the luckiest man alive." He ended his speech with a soft kiss on Anshuman’s lips.

The guests 'aww'ed.

Shubman groaned. "They're so bloody sick-making, Ishan" the best man commented to the groomsman next to him.

Ishan Kishan rolled his eyes good-naturedly, fiddling with his bow-tie. "You're just jealous, Shubman," he replied.

Shubman stared into Ishan's brown eyes for perhaps a bit longer than what was necessary. "Yes, I suppose I am," he whispered.

Ishan felt a faint fluttering in his stomach at the intense gaze. Shubman's expression was unreadable. Ishan tore his eyes away when Anshuman began to speak.

"Yes, thank you for being here," he smiled contently at his audience, "Dinner will be served shortly, but before that I'd like to make an announcement of a sort." Anshuman's smile turned into a slightly wicked grin.

"If you've been to many weddings, you're probably familiar with the tradition of clinking your fork against your wine glass when you want the bride and groom to kiss. Well, Sebastian and I thought up a...slightly different version of that. If you would like us to kiss, you must kiss someone first. We'll watch that kiss, and try our best to...imitate what
you're doing."

The people in the hall laughed.

"Don't be afraid to really get into it!" Sebastian commented enthusiastically. Anshuman rolled her eyes.

Just then, someone across the room clinked their wine glass. Anshuman recognized it as Sebastian's mother, who was busy trying to persuade her husband to stand up.

"Oh bloody hell," Sebastian whined, covering his eyes, "Not my mum and dad!"

Anshuman quirked an eyebrow at him. "It was your idea," He taunted, prying his fingers away.

Seb's father elegantly dipped his wife back in a kiss that looked straight out of an old Bollywood film.

"Come on, Dad, stop that! You'll hurt your back!" Sebastian complained loudly.

Once they were done, Anshuman looked at him expectantly. "Shut up and kiss me, Seb."

Sebastian did, awkwardly, trying not to let the both of them collapse onto the floor. Anshuman giggled into his lips.

By the time dinner was over, Anshuman had been in Sebastian's lap and Sebastian had been in Anshuman's at least once. There had been passionate kiss, pecks on the lips, and everything in between. Everyone seemed to be thoroughly amused by this new tradition.

Shubman thought he might wet his trousers.

The best man snuck a glance under lowered lashes at Ishan. He was consuming a large slice of white wedding cake. He brought his fork to his lips and licked it clean, emitting a small 'yummy' noise.

Shubman was now staring wide-eyed, never wanting to have ever been a fork more in his entire life.

"What, Shubman?" Ishan asked nervously, sensing the attention on him.

Shubman considered for a moment. This is Ishan, his brain screamed at him. Ishan, one of your best friends. He's a guy! And now you want him licking you?!

Truth be told, their friendship hadn't been quite the same lately. They hadn't been as comfortable around each other as they once were, and the tension at times could have been severed with a knife.

He didn't know about Ishan, but Shubman certainly knew why he himself had been acting so strangely

He wanted Ishan. He needed Ishan.

That would put a damper on our platonic relationship, he thought dryly.

"Nothing, Ish," he replied, putting on a charming grin, "nothing at all. Keep eating your cake."

Ishan allowed himself to get lost in those eyes once more. They were far too beautiful, he decided. Too distracting.

Ishan thought he saw a flicker of...something...in his friend's irises, so brief that it could have been his own eyes playing tricks.

It was a look of...

No. No, he couldn't possibly...

Want to show them how it's really done, Ish?" Shubman asked, his voice suddenly becoming deep and sensual.

With that voice, I'll do anything you want...Ishan thought.

"W-what? Show them what exactly?" Ishan stuttered out loud.

Shubman forcefully hoisted Ishan to his feet. He grabbed a random utensil and clinked it against his wine glass.

Then he grabbed Ishan.

The kiss was slow and hesitant at first. Neither seemed willing to deepen the kiss, but neither seemed willing to let go either.

Finally, Shubman groaned as Ishan took the initiative. He traced his tongue along Shubman's bottom lip, waiting for permission. When Shubman opened his mouth slightly, Ishan thrust his tongue inside hungrily, wanting to taste every part of Shubman. Ishan hadn't realized how bad he wanted it until that very moment.

Within seconds, Shubman's fingers were tangled in Ishans' hair, and Ishan's hands were clasped around the back of Shubman's neck.

"Ah hem" someone coughed.

The two broke apart abruptly, only to find every single eye in the room focused on them. Ishan blushed bright red.

'We'll finish this later' Shubman mouthed to him with a wicked look on his face. Ishan wasn't protesting one bit.

Anshuman looked about ready to burst with suppressed laughter. Sebastian simply raised an eyebrow at them.

Shubman tried and failed to gain some composure by smoothing out his shirt. He cleared his throat, smirking slightly.

"Your turn, Ishan." He winked.

[And yes I ship Seb and Anshuman. Have you guys seen their banter on comments, you will ship them too😭]