After everyone finally calmed down, showered and changed, the team captains discussed that maybe another celebration at the nightclub was probably not the best thing to do right now considering they had just gone out a few nights ago after the match with Shubman and Hardik's return. And although it sounded silly, they didn't want the tags of 'party monsters' adding unnecessary drama.

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Ishan couldn't help but notice Shubman's smile the whole way to his appartment. He was slightly confused, was he that happy with the century?

"What's got you in such a good mood?" He asked finally.

"Mmm... Nothing, just thinking."

The older hated the vagueness in his tone

"About what??"

"You... " was Shubman's simple reply.

That's it. Ishan almost jumped out the car through the window.

Even Shubman was surprised by what he said himself. When did he get so sappy?

"Yeah yeah... Whatever"

The moment they headed inside the front door to Shubman's appartment, he crowded the older into the wall; pressing kisses along his neck licking up to his jawline and biting his ear gently.

He took the older's hand in his and led them to his bedroom, almost running at this point.

They entered the room, Ishan's lips immediately on the younger's jaw; kissing the line along his slight stubble and sucking a spot below the younger's ears where he knew he was sensitive. He felt Shubman's grip around his hips tighten as he pushed them closer to each other.

"Wait" he said, as Ishan tried to pull up his shirt asking him to take it off.

"You said you'd do anything" he said, taking a step backwards.

The older frowned, "Yeah so?" his voice all out of breath already.

His confusion only increased when Shubman disappeared into his walk in closet and reappeared with what looked like a shopping bag. Not saying anything he handed it to him. He looked at the logo.

VS.... Victoria's secret..

"No" was his immediate reply. "Whatever you're thinking, not gonna happen" he threw the bag on the sofa in his room .

"Baby, please...." Shubman was already in his personal space, hands tucking long strands of Ishan's hair behind his hair and holding his face.

"Don't treat me like a fucking girl" Ishan hissed, his eyes in anger; the same look he usually gave the rival teams.

Shubman felt a sting in his heart never having been on the receiving end of the older's temper like that.

"Listen it's fine if you don't wanna wear it but...you know I went shopping with Abhi last week to help him buy a gift for his girlfriend for their anniversary?...We were at this store in the mall and I saw this on a mannequin... It made me think of you for some fucking reason and you wouldn't believe it but.... I actually got hard in public... " Shubman said, trailing off.

"I don't even know why I bought it; I thought you'd wear it by some miracle but whatever..." he ran his thumb over the older's lips, he wanted to kiss him right now... No.

"I'd never force you into something you don't want, don't stress about it" he whispered gently, bending down to place kisses on his neck . Ishan turned to looked at the bag thrown on the sofa.

He felt strangely guilty for rejecting Shubman after clearly telling him that he would do anything he wanted on the pitch. And for some sick reason, he wanted to try on whatever was in that bag if it meant the younger being quenched of his desire of seeing him in it.

"Sh-Shubi" he spoke, voice uncertain...

"I'll wear it..." he spoke , his own voice sounding timid to him.

"You don't have to babe" Shubman replied dissmissively, not stopping for a second with the kisses.

It took a lot out of Ishan to say what he said next.

"I want to..." He swallowed, " but for your eyes only..."

The younger stopped his actions as he looked to the beautiful boy in front of him, wide doe eyes staring into his; how was he so lucky to have him? He didn't want his thoughts to linger on the fact that he actually didn't really 'have him' .

"Okay babe... If you're perfectly fine with it, only if.." he smiled at him; the smile that reached his eyes.

Ishan didn't reply as he went over to grab the bag, a million thoughts running through his mind and yet, managed to go over to the walk in closet shutting himself in.

He peeked into the bag; black.... Phew.. atleast Shubman didn't go for a bright red or blue.. He took out the small piece of clothing, he didn't even know how to wear the damn thing. The tag said it was a 'three piece garter lingerie' ... Whatever that meant.

No... He couldn't wear it, let's just get out of here and tell Shubman he couldn't .

Yes, he could .. it kind of turned him on.

No, it's too much or rather, too little!

Come one Ishan!! It's not like the younger hasn't already seen you naked, moaning under him . This is nothing!!

There was a war raging in his mind, going back and forth .

Shubman on the other side wasn't too good either. He wondered if he crossed the line with the older. But he couldn't stop think about Ishan wearing it ever since the day he'd seen it in the mall. He'd stroked himself to a sweet release in the mall restroom with a blur vision of the older boy wearing it, but ofcourse Ishan didn't have to know that. Infact, he'd come to the image of that multiple times last week.

So as he sat, with his hands on his lap, excited and nervous at the same time he felt his heart stop when he saw Ishan finally come out.

He wasn't wearing it, he was in the same clothes he had on earlier. It's okay, he thought to himself, he really was okay. He wasn't going to pressure the younger into anything he didn't want.

He immediately went up to the younger and hugged him, face buried in his shoulder.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable" he spoke against him, and broke the hug to look at the older's face. Ishan was a dream; really so very pretty, no wonder he had all these girls swooning over him . He didn't want to think of the other boys that found him pretty too.

His vision closed in on his lips, he looked so kissable right now with his blush and his brown hair, his brown eyes, his skin... Oh fuck it.

"Can I kiss you?"

Ishan's eyes widened but didn't waste a single second to nod his head, as cute as a puppy.

The moment he felt the younger's lips on his; he knew time had stopped, he saw fireworks in the background, the ground grew flowers of gentle hues and the world seemed to burn with bright colours of euphoria.

It was just lips against lips; then why did it feel like so much more? Slow movements savouring the taste of each other. They both knew this feeling was long overdue, so they were going to spend every single second living in it.

He gasped when he felt the younger nibble at his plump lower lips, Shubman licked the lips his teeth had grazed and slid his tongue into the older. His hands reached up to grab Ishan's face and turn him slightly upwards to him, a gentle thumb lowering his chin to keep his mouth slightly open.

The younger's tongue moved against his own as Ishan tried to keep up with him; returning the kiss with as much passion and longing, hands loosely on the younger's waist.

Shubman deepened the kiss; neither of them breaking apart for air, they were just breathing against each other's lips and it was the most sensual thing either of them had ever experienced.

Their emotions riding high, their hearts on their sleeves, the kisses were unsaid words of longing and desire. Neither of them knew this yet , but this was what love felt like ...

Ishan couldn't help but moan into the kiss when the younger sucked on his tongue pulling him impossibly closer. He brought his hands up to tug on Shubman's hair and moved his lips to the motion.

After what felt like an eternity, they finally broke apart, even though neither of them wanted to; the feeling almost devastating as though they'd never kiss again. Shubman drank in the sight of Ishan; swollen bruised lips, flush high on his cheeks going up to his ears, he could imagine his own condition wasn't any better...

He finally gathered the energy to speak atleast for the sake of the younger boy, he pressed his forehead against Ishan's and gently stroked his cheek.

"I could kiss my baby all night..."

"Mm... Same" the poor boy's voice was shaking with the aftershock.

But Shubman mistook it for something else.

"Ishan, it's okay... You didn't have to even wear it. Just forget about what I said okay?" He pressed another kiss to his lips.

The older frowned at his words...

"But, Shubi, I am wearing 'it'....under my clothes..."

A/n : Thanks for reading as always!! Likes and comments are appreciated!! 💞💖✨