High pitched moans and whimpers resonated from the small public restroom as Ishan panted, pressing his cheek against the white wall while Shubman pounded into him from behind, cold hands gripped his hips tight, they were bound to leave dark purple bruises for days. Ishan knew he was sick for enjoying the thought of having the younger's touch imprinted into his skin, it was almost an animalistic urge to be marked by the younger, to feel as though he belonged to Shubman, even if he didn't...

Ishan could barely keep himself up, knees buckling from the brutal force with which the younger thrusted into him, struggling to keep up with the pace he placed his hands flat against the wall in an attempt to support himself. Shubman released his grip on Ishan's hips and slid his hands under his shirt, goosebumps erupted over his skin as cold hands stroked up his chest and pinched his sensitive nipples harshly then rubbed them soothingly, as though apologies for the first action but then he repeated the assault on the older's chest over and over, alternating continuously between the rough then gentle act, making him whine and roll his eyes with pleasure.

It was so like Shubman; harsh then gentle, but then rough again in the blink of an eye.

Ishan started to move his hips back to meet the younger's thrust moaning louder. Shubman quickly brought a hand to clasp tight over the older's mouth to block out the filthy sounds. His fingers caused deep indents on the older boy's cheeks.

Fuck... Ishan knew he'd lost it, he's officially lost his mind. He needed to be physically made to shut up by Shubman who knew that words would not be enough. Words have never been enough when it came to the older...

"Shhh...baby, we don't want our teammates to hear us, do we? " he whispered, pressing his lips into Ishan's ear and then slowly bent down sucking tantalizing hickies into his neck.

Ishan felt a shiver run down his spine at the thought of their teammates finding out about their secret rendezvous, it somehow got him weirdly excited.

"Mhm.." the older choked out, his voice inaudible over the younger's hands. He hated himself for getting impossibly harder at the nickname.

He turned slightly towards the younger wrapping his hands around the back of Shubman's neck. He looked pleadingly into his eyes,while his own were filled with tears from the pleasure. He wanted to kiss him so bad but Shubman wouldn't allow it. It was a part of their little 'arrangement' . He would always remind the older saying, "No kisses on the lips, Jaan".

Shubman was cruel to treat him this way, he always made it crystal clear to Ishan that no feelings were involved. What they had going on was just to blow off steam and stress from their matches, he would say.

And Ishan was hopelessly in love...

Shubman seemed to understand just what his best friend needed as he brought the hand that had been over his mouth to grip around the older's length and stroke with the same rythm as his thrusts.

Overwhelmed by the pleasure and as if on reflex, both of Ishan's hands grabbed unto the younger's arm, nails digging into the muscular build. He hid his face into the boy's shoulder while a broken sob escaped past his lips

"Please ..ahhhh... Sh- Shubi pleeaaase ..."

"Please what? Use your words baby.."

"Hahh... Ple- please let me co- ahh... come.."

Ishan could feel the younger smile against his skin where he had placed his lips; the juncture between his neck and shoulder.

"You're so good for me... Come, my jaan" he whispered, breathing down his neck.

And that was all Ishan needed before he came spilling over the younger's hand, his thighs shaking violently, vision turning white.

The younger continued to thrust harder as his hands circled around the older's waist holding him up. Ishan started writhing and squirming with over-sensitivity , "Too much, ahhhh..." he whispered out, shutting his eyes tight allowing the tears to spill out.

"Be good for me a little longer, baby.." He heard the younger say from behind.

After a few seconds, he felt Shubman's thrusts turn sloppy as he came inside him.

The younger rested his head on the older's shoulder as both tried to even their breathing back to normal. He lazily stroked Ishan's sides and slowly pulled out of him, who almost whined at the sudden loss and feeling of emptiness, but before he could even register anything else, he felt Shubman pump his fingers back into his hole; making the cum leak out.

"Hah... Shubi..."

"Just stay still baby... Let me clean you up"

He felt the younger gently wipe a tissue over the cum running down his thighs, he couldn't help but shiver whenever his cold hands came in contact with his thighs.

Damn Shubman... And damn his cold hands that never seem to get warm.

He started pulling his pants up and suddenly, Ishan was brought back to the harsh reality of his situation. He started fussing around fixing his pants, his shirt, his hair... it seemed as though everything in him needed fixing; including his brain... but mostly his heart.

He finally brought himself to turn and face Shubman. As regularly as they fucked, Ishan always found it disturbingly hard to face the consequences after the deed. He hated the younger for reading him so well all the while never reading him well enough to understand his feelings for him. Or maybe he just didn't care... Ishan felt a bitter taste at the back of his throat at the thought of that.

Shubman, on the other hand was smiling at him innocently as though he hadn't just fucked him stupid. He quickly placed a kiss on the older's nose and took his hand, unlocking the door.

" We've been gone for too long but I doubt anyone's noticed, they're all probably too wasted to care" he said, pulling the older out of his thoughts.

They were currently at a nightclub in Mumbai, the team had decided to celebrate the return of Shubman and Hardik after the injuries that had seemed to last forever. Ishan had initially planned to spend time with his bestie Mayank, drinking and dancing the night away. He barely ever got to hang out with his best friend ever since Shubman happened...

He hadn't even told Mayank about it, too guilty to bring it up, or maybe because he knew that Mayank would never allow him to delve deeper into such a relationship and try to talk him out of it. But the thing was, he wanted to never stop this thing with Shubman; whatever it was and he knew that no amount of advice and scolding could get him out of the addiction he felt towards the younger. He just didn't want to drag his best friend into the complicated mess of a love life he had.

So tonight he had initially planned to spend time only and only with Mayank but ... Gosh..

Shubman Shubman Shubman Shubman... his mind wouldn't stop repeating the name that would just slip out his tongue, it was so easy to stay intoxicated, full of him untill he couldn't think of anything else.

It didn't help that the younger had spent the entire night boring holes into the older, his dark eyes following him everywhere. And so when he finally dragged him into the restroom, Ishan just couldn't say no.

As soon as they reached the lounge area in the club where the boys were at, Shubman's hand immediately left his, Ishan couldn't help but flex his fingers at the foreign emptiness.

Their teammates, just as they had suspected were completely wasted with droopy eyes and slurry words. They hadn't even noticed the absence of the two boys... Phew, Ishan thought... It was hard always coming up with excuses as to why they had disappeared mid-celebration, or at the party (like this one) , or a formal function, basically everywhere and anywhere...

His eyes immediately caught Mayank's as the said boy came stumbling towards him, falling right into his arms .

"Brooooo..... Where were youuuuuu???" He slurred. So he did notice huh...

"Yeah, I was having a headache and the loud music here was making it worse so I went to the restroom and tried to wash my face in the sink..." Ishan blabbered on some nonsense as always, it surprised him how easily he could lie. He couldn't help but feel the sting of guilt in his chest, lying to the one best friend he's known ever since he could remember; after all the struggles they'd faced together in the junior ranks, he knew no one could compare to Mayank, who'd always supported him, had been with him in all his worst days and the best, seen him cry and offered a shoulder to lean on, had celebrated every single one of Ishan's little achievements as though they were his own ... Truly, Mayank was the best, but here he was, lying to him all because of the dark eyed Punjabi boy...

Everyone soon got involved into their own little conversations, trying to sober up a little before they drove themselves home to their wives, families, girlfriends. To their picture perfect lives...

Ishan cursed the day they had met.

He knew right from the moment he had locked eyes with Shubman that he wanted him in ways that would sound so wrong but feel so good...

Their 'friends with benefits' arrangement would only make his heart hurt untill it bled out and no more was left to circulate within his veins to keep him alive. But oh...when the younger man would put his hands on him and paint his skin scarlet red with his lips, maybe he needed more than blood to survive.

Shubman had opened him right up; teaching him what pleasure felt like, ruining him for anyone else .

A/N: Hello guys!! 💞🤗✨

Thank you so much for reading. This story was written based on a darker concept of love, with all the aspects of desire and lust but also frustration and anger ...💖✨

Shubman is mentioned as 'younger' and Ishan as 'older' in this book.

Likes and comments are appreciated if you have time!! ✨💞💖