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Ishan kissed Shubman.

Yes you heard it right, Ishan kissed Shubman, while stradling him in Shubman's very own bedroom.

It was an impulsive action, and Ishan did pulled away just after their lips brushed slightly but the damage was already done.

His heartbeat raced while millions of thoughts buzzed in his mind as he saw Shubman's shocked face.

But before he could regret what he did Shubman shook out of his trance and pulled Ishan by his hair kissing him again.

This time it wasn't just a mere brush of lips. It was a real kiss, their teeth clashing as they both devoured each other's mouth.

Wait wait. You guys might be thinking how it all happened? Out of syllabus ho gya naa.
[It went out of syllabus right]

Let's switch back 6 hours before, from where it all started.

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"Do you think it was actually a good decision of letting Ishan go with Shubman?"

"Dad you are having second thoughts over this thing? You should be reflecting over your behavior. The way you were teasing both of them when they haven't even realized their feelings. They were so uncomfortable because of you," Mayank scowled.

"They were anything but uncomforable and you talk about not realizing their feelings? What was the kiss in the morning about then? I don't go around giving morning kisses to my friends,"

"It was an incident. Ishan sleepily kissed him, Shubman didn't know he was going to do that."

"But Shubman didn't pulled away, and my dear son, Ishan was sleepily dreaming about kissing him and accidentally did it in reality. So they both know what they want, they are just too shy to confess."

"Oh love guru ji then tell when they will get confident enough to propose?"

"If it was fictional story then with the way I turned up the heat of jealousy they will be fucking each other tonight only but it's reality so let's give them three days."

"Three days are too early for these thick heads,"

"You bet," His dad snickered.

"I do," Mayank smirked.

"Oh so we are actually betting huh. Then I shall remain on my decision of them being a couple in three days,"

"If they take more than a month then you will let me get a gun license,"

"And if I will win then you will name your son as Sarank,"

"Ugh not again," Mayank huffed.

"Stop fussing over this. We are in a deal now,"

"But what if its a girl?"

"Then Maira, 'Ma'yank and Sa'ra'." His dad shrugged.

"What about the I?"

"You forgetting about the main person who helped you to actually get a chance in getting Sara? If it wasn't for Ishan then Sara would be marrying Shubman in 3-4 years. But thanks to Ishan now your biggest competitor is out of the race"

"Just because someone who deserved her is out of the race doesn't mean I am automatically someone of her league. There is a reason she is just my crush."

"Have you seen yourself in mirror boy? You are definitely of her league. I have seriously planned everything onto how you can get Sara. She will love you back trust me,"

"You did not just thought about that?"

"Oh mate only if you know how much more I have thought about. I have it all ready even after your guys marriage as well. You are a horny bastard so definitely will end up with three kids. First a girl Maira, then second also a girl Urvashi, and then the last one boy Sarank."

"I swear to god what even goes on in your mind?!"

"Young man is this the way to talk to your father?"

"Is this the way how fathers talk? Like seriously you have a whole documentary ready for my future. And again with the boy name as Sarank. I would prefer dying than giving the name to my son."

"Oh we will see it. I will even make Sara bahu in my team, so she will also fight with you for keeping the name Sarank."

"Sara bahu?" Mrs Sharma asked coming to the hallway.

"Ouh you know, his crush." Mr Sharma replied.

"He likes someone? Who is she? How does she look?" She squealed sitting sitting beside her husband.

"Weren't you shipping me with Ishan since yesterday though?" Mayank looked at her in confusion.

"But you like someone else? What do you want me to do? Beat you till you become homosexual and agree to like Ishan?" His mother retorted.

"That sounds hetero phobic," Her husband commented.

"I mean ofcourse. Have you seen how straight people acts like? They don't even have any shame. Walking around so freely, not even caring about the kind of sin they commit in public places," Mrs sharma giggled.

"I know right, like have you seen straight couple at amusement parks or roller-coaster lines? It's traumatizing." Mr Sharma joined as well.

"You both do realise that you guys are heterosexual as well?" Mayank looked at them in disbelief.

"So?" They both replied at the same time and then laughed at their response.

Mayank was sure there was something wrong with his family.

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"I am so sorry," Shahneel squealed.

Out of all the things Shubman planned he never planned this as a way of welcoming Ishan to his house.

"It's okay," Ishan muttered trying to clean his clothes.

"Dii what the heck?"

"I am seriously sorry, please come in. I will help you clean it off," Shahneel said pulling Ishan inside.

"No it's okay. I can clean it off myself," Ishan said wiping the hoodie drenched in dirty water.

"You need to change it. Shubman take him to your room and give him something please. And I am really sorry Ishan I just threw it out without checking if anyone was there or not,"

"As I said it's all okay and I can manage. It's not completely drenched," Ishan said trying to dust off the big patch on his hoodie.

"Not at all. The water was dirty, you need to change. Shubi go and give him something to wear." Shahneel said and Shubman's smile grew wide.

"Thank you," He muttered feeling good he finally has a reason to remove that hoodie off Ishan's body.

"Huh?" Shahneel looked at him in confusion as he took Ishan to his room.

"Aren't you being a bit too happy seeing me drenched like this? Don't make fun of me," Ishan huffed while walking upstairs.

"I am not making fun of you," Shubman replied while holding his hand as they walked upstairs.

"Yes you are. See you are so happy and this big smile on your face,"

"Sometimes I am glad you have an iq of dora," Shubman sighed.

"Excuse me?" Ishan stared at this back in disbelief.

Shubman just squeezed his hand at the response.

Ishan huffed while getting inside the room. He glared at Shubman who still had a big grin on his face for some stupid reason.

Ishan wanted to punch his jaw for laughing at him.

"Strip"

"Huh?"

"Take the hoodie off, or do you want to still wear it?"

"Ouh yeah, but give me your shirt first."

"The cupboard is in front of you. Go and take out,"

"No you will hand me. I am your guest, treat me nicely," Ishan folded his arms.

"Treat you nicely? What do you want me to do? Carry you on my back, princess" Shubman retorted.

"Actually yes! Be my escort. I am your lord," Ishan shrugged.

"Pfft dream on," Shubman snorted.

"Come onnn! Shubi bow down before me otherwise I will punish you." Ishan said while acting like he had a sword in his hand.

"Ouh yeah, then punish me." Shubman said walking towards him.

"Kneel then,"

"Make me" Shubman smirked with his head high.

Ishan kicked him on his knees.

"What the-" Shubman winced crouching down at the sudden pain.

Ishan laughed while pushing him so Shubman was now kneeling in front of him.

"So Mr Gill you are at my mercy now. Any last wishes?" Ishan wiggled his eyebrows while holding Shubman.

"Acha bachu" Shubman snickered rolling them over so now both of them were laying on the floor.

"Now who is at whose mercy," Shubman snorted while holding Ishan's body down on the floor.

Ishan grunted while trying to break free himself but Shubman's grip was very hard.

"Okay okay I am sorry, you are the lord fine. Now let me goo," Ishan whines as Shubman finally releases him.

"Sike, I lied. You would never be my lord," Ishan retorted before getting up from the floor and running away.

Shubman huffed before following him. Ishan teased him by pulling his tongue out only for his attention to divert from the nightstand in front of him making him fall on the bed.

Shubman laughed as Ishan winced in pain.

"Youu," Ishan huffed pulling Shubman down on the bed and straddling him.

'It was just a small gesture. They have done it thousands of time. It doesn't even mean anything for him.' Shubman chanted internally seeing ishan hovering above me. He was staring at Shubman.

"You should get off now-" Shubman stopped midway when Ishan pulled him by his collar.

"There is something on your lips,"

"What?

"My lips,"

And then Ishan brushed their lips.

And he immediately pulled away as well.

Fuck he didn't just kissed Shubman.

But to be fair since the moment Mayank told him about the morning scene, all Ishan could think of was Shubman's lips.

And when they were just so close now, he wanted to feel them. One time won't hurt right?

But it did. Seeing Shubman's horrific expression Ishan knew he did a big mistake.

He wanted to apologize. To say something atleast but his throat felt dry. But he had to muster up the guts, he kissed Shubman, without his consent.

Ishan felt extremely guilty, and the way Shubman was in a trance looking at Ishan with a shocked face, he was feeling more bad.u

"I am so-"

Before Ishan could reply Shubman shook out of his trance and pulled Ishan by his hair kissing him again.

This time it wasn't just a mere brush of lips. It was a real kiss, their teeth clashing as they both devoured each other's mouth.

Shubman pulled at his hair making Ishan let out a small groan.

Shubman's mouth tasted like heaven.

Wait.

Shubman's mouth.

Ishan pulled away abruptly realizing what he was doing.

Shubman stared at him in confusion.

"What the fuck we just did?"

"We kissed?" Shubman muttered.

"Oh my god what was I even thinking," Ishan grumbled touching his own lips.

"Come on you can't just regret it. It was the first time we actually kissed while being sober," Shubman replied.

"That's the point. We kissed. Shubi, you and I kissed."

"I know Ishan we kissed. I am fully aware that the person whose tongue I was sucking a moment ago was yours, Ishan,"

"Don't say that,"

"What? Didn't we just do that a moment ago. Now you don't even want to regard it,"

"Shubi are you out of your mind? We are bestf-"

"Say bestfriend and I will fuck the word out of your mouth," Shubman glared at him.

Ishan pursed his lips.

"Ish, I can't do this any longer. I know I like you, you know you like me. We both know we like each other then why not?"

"No no no, you are straight. You cannot like me,"

" I am not as dumb as you. Within these last few weeks I have realised I am anything but straight," Shubman deadpanned.

"Hey that's mean," Ishan slapped his arm.

Shubman chuckled pulling him closer instead.

"I am not sure about exactly what my sexuality is Ishan. I just didn't put much thought into it. All I know is that I want you to be mine, definitely not in a friendly way."

"Then?"

"You know as in, you're essential for me-to feel fulfilled in life."

"Do you...do you feel like you...like me?" Ishan squeaked.

"Oh god," Shubman groaned pushing his head back.

"What?"

"I just confessed to you and you are still asking me do I like you or not"

"You still didn't answered,"

"Ish, do you think I will do this if I didn't liked you?"

"Do what?"

"This," With that Shubman was kissing Ishan again.

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"Either I am going to top or we are just going to jerk each other off," Ishan scowled.

"Ishu don't be a spoilsport. We both know you are the bottom,"

"I am a top. Just because you are bigger than me, it wouldn't make you a top. I can seriously make you feel so good,"

"Ishan Kishan my parents would be coming back from their evening walk within 3 hours. We need to be fast, and beside you were the one who dry humped me. I got this boner because of you, so I will decide how to make us feel good." Shubman sighed.

"No, I want to top,"

"Ugh fine. Let's do a coin toss, whoever wins will top and the loser will bottom." Shubman muttered.

They had relied onto coin toss for every single decision whether it was to decude the flavour of popcorn or to watch which movie.

Shubman never thought, that he would be doing a coin toss when they both are naked with just their briefs on. Why did his lover has to be so stubborn.

Shubman took out a coin fron the nightstand when Ishan agreed.

"Alright you spin the coin and i will make the choice," Shubman smirked as a wicked idea went to his brain.

Ishan hummed taking the coin and spinning it on the air.

"Heads I win, Tails you lose," Shubman retorted when the coin spinned.

Ishan too busy to watch the coin toss didn't realised what the latter said.

"Hah it's a tail i won," Ishan grinned.

"I said tails you lose," Shubman shrugged.

"Oh wait yes," Ishan bit his lip.

Shubman smirked knowing how he again pulled this stunt successfully over the dumbhead. It was so easy to fool him.

Shubman pushed Ishan onto the bed hovering over him.

"Do you know what it means now?" Shubman said staring at Ishan whose cheeks turned deep share of red.

"Uhm," Ishan breathed as Shubman nuzzled his face in Ishan's neck leaving sloppy kisses there.

"Will you let me fuck you jaan? I will treat you so well, I promise"

Shubman didn't lied when he said he will take care of him.

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I was def not gonna write smut coz there are still some innocent peeps reading the story...

Anyways it's late night so I think kost of you all are sleeping.

And i hope you all will read it tomorrow morning. But I promised I will give an update today only so I am updating it right now

Bye byeeee