“Ooh, wow, finally the love birds are out, huh,” Abhishek teased as soon as Shubman and Ishan came out of the room. 

Ishan blushed a bit but rolled his eyes at him as he and Shubman took a seat on the couch, right beside each other. 

“Honestly, I get the feeling guys,” Abhishek mumbled, trying to act innocent but the teasing was evident in his tone, “But next time consider locking the door you know,” 

Ishan groaned, his face flushing with embarrassment, “Shut up, Abhi,” 

“Yeah, let's focus on the task at hand, no?” Shubman suggested, desperately trying to steer the conversation to some other topic. 

Abhishek chuckled, having too much fun teasing them, “Well, I've been waiting for that for so long, you two were the one who was rather focusing on each other's lips.” 

“For the love of God, Abhishek, please let's talk about something else,” Shubman mumbled, quite literally pleading, his cheeks flushed red.

“Okay, okay,” Abhishek chuckled, “So I have an idea that might just be perfect,” 

“Go on,” 

“Let's just arrange a small party without too many people,” Abhishek started, his lips curling up in a gentle smile as he thought how happy his boyfriend would be by this idea, “And we can also call his parents,” 

“Oh, yeah, that's actually perfect, he would definitely love it,” Shubman smiled. 

“It has been long since he last visited home,” Ishan muttered softly. With the busy life of college, it was hard to go visit family, he was sure Mayank would love this surprise as he and also all of them, misses their family a lot. 

“Then it's final, I'll talk to his parents,” Abhishek smiled, “We can arrange everything here in my apartment only,” 

“It can be like a small, intimate gathering. Oh, I'm already excited,” Ishan said. They discussed some more things before Ishan and Shubman decided to take their leave.

Shubman got onto his bike, gesturing Ishan to sit behind him. Ishan complied, sitting behind him and placing his hand on Shubman's shoulder.

The bike raced through the almost empty road, cold night breeze brushing through them, messing with their hair. Ishan wrapped his arms around Shubman, placing his chin on his shoulder. 

Shubman couldn't help the huge smile that pulled his lips, “Do you want me to drop you home?” 

“No, I'm going with you,” Ishan mumbled, placing a feathery kiss on the nape of Shubman's neck. 

Shubman's breath got caught in his throat, his grip on the bike handle tightening, “Ish,” He mumbled, already feeling like all the breath was knocked out of his lungs. The effect Ishan has on him can be pretty mind-boggling sometimes, even for him.

“Yes, Meri Jaan?” Ishan smiled, his lips still lingering along Shubman's skin.

 “Don't do that,” Shubman whispered, trying to remind his brain that it's not the time to fall into that particular lovely haze, even though his mind told him to just stop the bike, throw his head back and let Ishan trail his kisses more down his flesh.

“Why? Is it distracting?” Ishan smiled against his skin, he could feel the goosebumps forming on Shubman's neck against his own lips. 

“Yes, it is very distracting,” Shubman huffed, shaking his head as if trying to clear his mind, “Don't do that, otherwise I might crash into something aur hum dono toot-phoot jayenge.” 

“Yeah, okay we don't want that,” Ishan mumbled, chuckling softly as he pulled back, “We will continue this after going home,” He added beside Shubman's ear through a seductive whisper.

“God, Ish, please, you're going to give me a heart attack,” Shubman whined as he heaved a shaky breath. This 5'6, long haired, beautiful man is definitely very very dangerous for his heart. 

But you love this danger, don't you?bHis brain questioned. Oh, he definitely does, so much.

This time, Ishan laughed loudly, throwing his head back. He knows his touch always affects Shubman in a way but getting a reminder every time he touches him is a very giddy feeling to be honest. 

He laid his head onto Shubman's back, closing his eyes, his hold around Shubman still very prominent. Ishan is literally in love with the feeling that ignites in his heart and spreads through his whole body whenever he's in Shubman's presence. 

He opened his eyes when he felt the bike stopping. He looked around confused ‘cause Shubman's apartment was still very far.

Shubman got down from the bike, having parked it on the side of the road.

“What are you we doing here?” Ishan asked as he also stepped down. 

“We're here for ice-cream, come,” Shubman smiled, grabbing Ishan's hand. Ishan hummed in appreciation as they walked hand in hand towards the ice-cream parlor nearby. 

Ishan ordered a chocolate cone for himself while Shubman got vanilla. They sat down on the chairs outside, feeling the soft breeze flowing around the place. They could see the moon shining brightly in the sky, bathing everything in its gentle glow. 

Ishan held his cone in front of Shubman's lips, urging him to take a bite. Shubman smiled, taking a bite and savouring the chocolatey flavour in his mouth. 

Shubman also held a spoonful of ice-cream for him. Ishan smiled, taking the spoon from his hands and feeding the ice-cream to him, then he leaned closer to Shubman's face, sucking the remnants of ice-cream off his lips. 

Shubman closed his eyes tightly, his heartbeat fastening at the contact of Ishan's soft lips on his own. Ishan sat back after a minute of sucking, Shubman was sure there wasn't even that much ice-cream for Ishan to take so much time. 

“Mm, it's so good, I like yours more than mine,” Ishan mumbled, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, his gaze on Shubman whose eyes were still closed.

“You can open your eyes, Meri Jaan,” Ishan said, as he continued eating his ice-cream. 

Shubman opened his eyes, his heart shuddering in his chest at Ishan's intense gaze. He heaved a breath, glancing away from him, cheeks painted with faint pink. 

“Sweetheart?” Ishan spoke, gaining Shubman's attention again. 

“Hm?” 

“What are we now?” Ishan asked softly, finishing his ice-cream and grasping Shubman's hand on the table. 

“Boyfriends, perhaps?” Shubman mumbled quietly, looking at their hands intertwined together on the table. 

“Are we?” Ishan said, biting his lower lip to stop his smile from widening too much. 

Shubman looked up at him, their eyes locking together as always. Their eye contacts were always long and intense, so profound that they always made Shubman's heart skip several beats. He could see nothing but warmth and affection in Ishan's eyes, “Do you mind?” He asked quietly, even though he already know the answer. 

“No, I'd love to be able to call you my boyfriend,” Ishan smiled, his eyes twinkling in the moonlight or maybe it was just love that made them shine so much. “And be called your boyfriend,” 

“Me too,” Shubman matched his smile, reaching out his hand to lightly grace Ishan's cheek with his fingers. 

Ishan inched closer to him, involuntarily leaning into the touch. “Can I?” He asked as he stopped before Shubman's lips. 

Shubman chuckled softly, his heart overflowing with love for this man infront of him, “All yours.” 

Ishan smiled, enveloping Shubman's lips with his own. This kiss was soft, slow and tender, quite a contrast to one back in Abhishek's apartment. Ishan placed his hand on Shubman's neck, caressing it softly as he deepened the kiss. He could still faintly taste vanilla in Shubman's mouth, he was never really a fan of vanilla but now he might be. 

Shubman entangled his hand in Ishan's soft and long locks, slowly running his fingers through them. Ishan's long hair is one of his favourite things about Ishan. Well, no, everything about Ishan is his favourite, every big and miniscule thing, the way his lips curls into soft smiles, the way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he laughs, the way he is so kind to everyone, the way he tries helping whenever he can, the way he teases Shubman and the way he makes him feel, every single thing is Shubman's favourite.

His other hand went to Ishan's back to inch him more closer to himself as their tongues got entangled together, breaths mingling inside their mouths, filling them with a sense of fulfillment that couldn't compare to anything they've ever felt before. It was a feeling they wish would never leave them.

They pulled apart after a while, huge grins lighting up their whole face. 

Ishan had that glint in his eyes that Shubman loved so much. He leaned his forehead onto Ishan's, one hand gently caressing his right cheek. 

"Lagta hai mohabbat ho gayi hai hume aapse," Shubman whispered softly, closing his eyes. 

Ishan smiled widely, his heart skipping a beat at the confession. He wrapped his arms around Shubman, burying his face in his neck. "Hume bhi, Jaan," He mumbled against Shubman's skin. He could feel Shubman wrapping his arms around him and placing a kiss on his head. In this moment Ishan felt more content than he had ever felt in his whole life. Only because Shubman was by his side.

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I was very happy today so I thought to write something other than the dark, murder shit I'm writing these days. I like writing this story so much as well.