Happy Birthday to Shubman Gill💗💗
May God always take care of him and protect him✨

(Sorry to my followers, I don't how I made 3 announcements with the same line at the same time, it was probably some glitch😬)

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It wasn't so much that there were not rules anymore, but now Shubman had flipped the damn table and the game pieces were all over the place.

Ishan was sitting on his bed, naked, with no upfront payment and no guarantee there would be any.

He must have been out of his mind.

Shubman sat beside him with a laptop, the both of them quiet as the screen showed bright.

"I have a couple accounts already," Shubman said, finally, as he typed in his password. "I wanted to try to find the one that seemed the best before I brought you into this."

Ishan couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled up. "Are you serious? Have you just been sitting in here, watching porn, thinking of me?"

Shubman was quiet for a moment before he said with a playful petulance, "No. I was in a hotel that my company paid for, watching porn, thinking of you."

"God, you're an old-school romantic, aren't you?" Ishan excitedly gestured at his laptop. "Come on, let's do this."

He sheepishly pulled up a couple different browser tabs, each flooded with loops of so much anal sex and money shots that even Ishan feel like blushing.

"Shit," he said, drawing a hand over his face to hide his growing grin. "We've got some... stiff competition."

Shubman gave a small snort and nudged Ishan's side with his elbow. "We don't have to, uh, dive right into things all at once. I mean, I've seen a guy get three hundred bucks just for masturbating in front of his camera."

As he explained the different sites he had found, Ishan slapped his hand away and pointed at the screen, choking on a laugh. "Holy shit! That one!"

He glanced at the site and laughed too. "BoysFuck4Cash. I mean... "

"It's literally us." Ishan leaned into him. "Come on. It's perfect. How much work is it to get rolling?"

"Honestly, less than you'd think. Just give me a few minutes..."

Ishan sat back and watch as his fingers moved over the keys. He took a moment to just... take in the moment. Of all the outcomes he had expected, this had not even been on the list.

There had been the timeline where he would quit being a prostitute and take some regular job as a cashier or something. Maybe they would still see each other, but maybe Ishan would hate being reminded of the life he was trying to leave behind.

Then there was what he considered the most fantastical timeline: Shubman becomes his sugar daddy. Fun in theory, but what if he lost his job? Would Ishan have to end up getting one, too, and then resent him for it?

This, however... This actually had some potential. They would be partners, in a sense. And Ishan could keep making money doing what he was good at, safe and away from the rough hands he had gotten too used to.

Fuck, it was scary how perfect this was starting to be. Scary, and completely thrilling.

Ishan finally felt in control of his life.

"Okay," Shubman said, setting the laptop on the nightstand. "We're, um, live."

Ishan tilted his head and watched as the video of them, a half-second later, mirrors the movement. There was a counter that said that they have zero watchers, and Ishan grinned.

Challenge accepted.

Ishan leaned into him and kissed his neck, whispering against his skin, "Do you want to know a secret?"

Shubman reached over to adjust the angle of the laptop's webcam, then leaned back, propped up with his palms against the bed. "What's that?"

Ishan's tongue pressed against the pulse point on his neck and flicked up to the curve of his jaw. He leaned in closer, one hand on his thigh to brace himself as he press my forehead against Shubman's temple.

"With you," Ishan whispered, "it wasn't just a job. You stopped being a client pretty much after the first time."

Shubman let out a shaky sound that was between a sigh and a laugh. "I enjoyed it, too."

Ishan couldn't help glancing at the screen again, and he was thrilled to see that they had a watcher. Someone, somewhere, was jerking off to the sight of us.

Fuck.

Ishan pushed on his chest to lay him down and straddle his middle. "So, do you wanna debut with my cock up your ass?"

Shubman looked up at him, pupils blown wide. "Oh my god."

"Well." Ishan grinned. "That answers that. Let me get you ready, then."

Ishan slid down his body and kissed his inner thigh while rubbing a circle with my thumb into the smooth skin just above his hole. Shubman sucked in a sharp breath as Ishan lowered his thumb and pressed, just a little bit.

Shubman put his hands on the back of Ishan's head, then violated a rule that Ishan didn't really mind being broken. With his fingers buried in Ishan's hair, he gave a gentle push.

"No grabbing my hair," Ishan teased, but continued to nuzzle against the warm skin of his crotch and breathe in his smell.

Holy shit, this was the most excited he had ever been in his life.

Ishan ran his tongue along the crease of Shubman's thigh before gently taking his balls in his mouth. He moaned as his fingers twitched in Ishan's hair, desperate to bury themselves again. And then Ishan gave the slightest bit of a sucking pressure, and Shubman scratched his nails against his scalp. Ishan moaned around him, and he moaned in reply to the sensation.

Ishan brought his attention back to his hand, pressing his forefinger against Shubman's entrance. With a gentle push, the tip slid in. Shubman squirmed beneath him, and Ishan pushed in further, reaching the first knuckle, then the second.

When Ishan crooked his finger, Shubman's breathing quickened, and he grabbed Ishan's wrist to force it away.

"You're gonna make me cum," he panted.

Ishan lifted his head, letting Shubman's balls fall from his lips, and grinned. "That's the point."

Shubman's chest rose and fell with sharp breaths as Ishan slid his finger back inside, all the way this time, and curled it again.

Ishan propped himself up on one elbow, turning his attention to the erection pressing against Shubman's stomach. He gently kissed the head, then lowered his chin toward his chest as he slid down, his cheeks visibly hollowed, and his lips tight around the shaft. On the way up, Ishan tilted his head back slightly. It was a fluid motion, each bob rolling smoothly into the next, sometimes flicking his eyes up to meet Shubman's, other times closing them in bliss.

It was part performance, part worship. Ishan wanted it to be as good for Shubman as it was for their anonymous audience.

He pulled off for a moment, staring at Shubman's length with a giddy smile, before taking it all in one movement, swallowing around him to tighten his throat.

Shubman whimpered breathily, and Ishan hummed in encouragement. That vibration was all Shubman needed to fall over the edge.

As much as Ishan would have loved to swallow every drop, he pulled off with his mouth still open to catch the last few spurts. They missed, hitting his cheek, chin, and the corner of his lips.

Then a noise filled the air, something like coins clinking from a casino slot machine. Ishan looked around in surprise.

"We got paid," Shubman said breathlessly, and Ishan laughed.

"Well, shit," Ishan said, kissing Shubman's softening member. "The show has barely started."

His hand returned to Shubman's entrance as he pushed two fingers inside and gently spread them.

"God," Shubman groaned, dropping his head back. "You're so good at this."

Ishan grinned, placing a kiss on Shubman's inner thigh. "I am a professional."

He added a third finger, pushing all three in as far as he could.

"Fuck," Shubman gasped, his back arching as he tried to take more.

Ishan pulled his hand away, crawling up the bed to position himself over Shubman. They kissed softly at first, but when Shubman wrapped his legs around Ishan's waist, Ishan broke the kiss to gaze into his eyes.

"Are you ready?" Ishan asked, already breathless before they had even truly started.

Shubman nodded, shuddering as Ishan's cock slipped in with ease. Ishan kept pushing, the preparation he'd done resulting in little resistance from Shubman. It was a smooth glide, and with each inch, Shubman's breath quickened, coming in shallow gasps. Ishan pushed until his hips were flush against Shubman's ass.

He paused, giving Shubman time to adjust. Shubman bit his lip and nodded in encouragement, so Ishan pulled back until only the tip remained inside, then slammed his hips forward.

Shubman's lips parted in a loud moan, his attempt to speak lost to another thrust and another moan.

Ishan reached down, lifting one of Shubman's legs to rest against his shoulder. The next thrust drew a higher-pitched sound from Shubman, and his other leg fell flat against the bed, spreading him wide. With each snap of Ishan's hips, Shubman's fingers clawed at the sheets, trying to grasp them.

"Another secret," Ishan mumbled, sweat beading along his neck. "I've never fucked a client."

"Am I," Shubman panted, "still a client?"

Ishan tried to grin, but the expression was too soft, too fond. "God, no." He punctuated the words with a hard thrust of his hips. "I just wanted you to know that."

Ishan could feel his orgasm approaching and tried to hold back, but then Shubman's hand gripped his neck, pulling their lips together in a desperate, hungry kiss. Ishan couldn't fight it.

He gasped as his hips stuttered forward, letting out a strangled groan as he released inside Shubman. The moment stretched on, his entire body going numb for just a second, before sensation returned in full, tingling force.

The coins chimed again, and Ishan nearly toppled off Shubman in surprise, then laughed. "Forgot about that."

Shubman wrapped his arms around Ishan, and Ishan pressed his face to Shubman's neck. Slowly, his heart rate returned to normal, though his head was still buzzing.

"Come on," Shubman whispered in Ishan's ear. "Let's get cleaned up."

They untangled their limbs, and Shubman helped Ishan to his feet. Ishan took a moment to find his balance as the room spun slightly, then followed Shubman to the bathroom.

As the tub filled, Shubman moved around the room, lighting a few scattered candles. They bathed the room in an intimate glow, and steam rose as the water slowly turned from cold to hot.

Shubman kissed Ishan's neck and shoulder like it was the final step in some ritual before helping him into the tub.

Ishan gazed up at him, his chest warm and full. "Is this really what you want? You and me, fucking each other for strangers to watch? It's not exactly a storybook romance."

Shubman smiled, hoisting himself into the tub behind Ishan. They both sank into the water. Shubman grabbed a cloth, squeezing some soap onto it before gently running it over Ishan's chest and stomach.

"What do I want?" Shubman finally said. "I want a lot of things I'm never going to have. But in this moment, right now? Yeah, this is exactly what I want."

Ishan closed his eyes, smiling. "Okay. Then fine." He turned his head to nuzzle against Shubman. "Let's do this, you and me. Boys fucking for cash."

Ishan jolted in surprise when the sound of coins came from the bedroom. They looked at each other and broke into laughter.

"Oh, shit," Ishan said. "We forgot to turn off the feed."

"I'll get it," Shubman said, climbing out of the tub.

Ishan watched his naked form as he walked away, smiling when Shubman looked back and winked. He settled into the water, letting it lap at his shoulders as he watched the candlelight dance on the ceiling, wondering how he had gotten this lucky.

Shubman's footsteps returned, and he sat on the edge of the tub. "Hey," he said softly.

"Hey, yourself," Ishan mumbled, leaning his head to the side to look up at him. Shubman was absolutely gorgeous as the flickering light caught the drops of water on his skin.

Shubman paused, and a thoughtful look came on his face before he reached down and stroke the back of Ishan's hand to his cheek. "I love you, Ishan."

There it was. The last line to cross. The one thing Ishan never wanted to hear or say or think about.

If he said it, then it was all over. Shubman would know his heart was in his hands, and that meant he could break it. Break Ishan.

The thought of anyone having that kind of power over him was usually terrifying.

But it was too late, so he didn't even try to stop the words.

"I love you, too."

Shubman's eyes widened in surprise, then glistened with a sincere joy that removed any lingering doubt Ishan may have had.

As they slept together, Shubman said softly, "Ishan?" Ishan hummed in response.

"Maybe, when we grow old, when we would have almost forgotten these things, probably deleted all our stuff from the internet...
We will look back at this time, this little secret of ours and laugh together."

Ishan simply smiled, snuggling into the warmth of Shubman's body.

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