Chapter Two
Shubman couldn't really remember the exact date or time they'd decided to become 'friends with benefits.'
They had felt the tension between them ever since the first day; but neither of them had acted on it . They pretended as though they were normal teammates ; professionals just like everyone else. Neither of them wanted to turn the small speck of desire into a forest fire of lust .
Shubman had always considered himself to be straight; never once had he felt any attraction towards the same gender. But then he laid eyes on the prettiest boy he'd ever seen. And gosh... was he beautiful. He had these big brown doe eyes perfectly poised under dark eyebrows, fluffy brown hair that looked so soft, it made the younger want to run his hand through it. His chiseled jaw which made all his features stand out were complimented by slightly chubby cheeks .His lips, pink and pouty; almost too feminine for the rest of his features. His fair skin was almost pale leaving out certain areas covered in tan because of being soaked in the sun everyday for training and matches. Shubman could go on days and days thinking about the older's beauty.
But he was not gay... He couldn't be gay.
All the years and years of his efforts; his physical exertion, hardships, his parents' sacrifices, he had spent his blood, sweat and tears and everything else in between to lead up to this very moment. This moment .
A player of the national team...
He reminded himself of all his other peers who'd started the journey of cricket with him, had struggled just as much as him, sacrificed the same things he had if not more than him, but by something out of sheer luck or God's grace, it had been Shubman who had been the one to get to play for the country while they played for small teams in minor leagues. The thought alone deprived him of his sleep on certain nights.
Shubman couldn't throw all that away just because he found a fellow teammate 'pretty' .
Everyone in cricket liked to pretend as though LGBTQ was promoted and accepted, all the cricketers with their showy rainbow bands; it was really quite literally all just for show...In reality, he had heard players whispering to each other how much they would hate to change and shower with any man who would 'eye' them. The players would laugh at it like a cruel joke, Shubman had to admit; even he would laugh along awkwardly trying to fit in, his own laugh sounding foreign to him.
He had heard stories of how cricketers who came out to their teams were treated like some sort of disease in the locker rooms; isolated so much to the point that it ruined the team equilibrium and the coaches and managers would be forced to end their contracts prematurely or send them off to other teams or entirely cut off.
It ruined the career of those players and Shubman wanted nothing of that sort ever happening to him. He'd choose Cricket anyday over making a useless scandal of himself.
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When Shubman had initially moved to the U-19, he had a girlfriend, Sara.They had been childhood sweethearts together for a long time; five years to be exact. She was pretty, sweet and nice; a typical girl that would steal your heart. Shubman had always seen himself ending up married to her, raising children of their own in a luxurious home by the beach in Mumbai.
But all his plans had gone downhill a few months into their long distance relationship when he received calls and texts from some of his close friends from his hometown telling him that she had been cheating on him. He would've never believed them had he not received pictures of her kissing someone else at the club.
Shubman had always considered himself to be calm and tranquil even when everyone else around him was not but that... that was it, it was like something snapped inside of him. He didn't want to hear any explanation or even have a conversation with her about it ... He immediately broke up with her on call leaving her crying on the other line.
He had shared this to Ishan alone, he had told the rest of the team that they'd lost feelings because of the long distance but to the older...he just couldn't keep anything from him, almost felt like a crime to do so.
The first time they hooked up had actually started off as any other evening, they were sitting lazily on Shubman's couch with Ishan's legs draped over the younger's thighs, they had been playing FIFA but after a few rounds, had resorted to just talking in hushed tones, telling each other about everything and anything all the same time.
The younger had made the first move, looking into Ishan's eyes and then slowly dragging his gaze to the older boy's lips...He saw the way Ishan licked his lips and how his breath got faster. He moved his body closer to the him, the tension building but instead of kissing him like Ishan would've wanted, Shubman turned his head and sucked on his neck; licking gently upwards to his jaw and nibbling the sensitive spot. The older gasped , his hands immediately coming up to the older's shoulders.
Shubman placed his hands under the older's shirt and gently touched the skin along the centre of his abdomen; fingers trailing the thin line of hair leading down to his bulge. He waited for Ishan to react against it if he didn't want to do this. But when the older offered no hesitation but rather let out a whine, he let his hands under Ishan's pants and palmed him over his briefs, he could feel him shaking as he buried his head in his shoulder. He continued to work his mouth on the older's neck while his hands tried to pry under the elastic band of his briefs.
Ishan's breath hitched the moment he felt Shubman's cold hand came in contact with his bare cock .
"Shubi..." he whined out, raising his head from the younger's shoulder to look at him .
The younger could not believe himself when he looked at the older; he'd never seen such beauty, the rays from the orange setting sun seeped in through the window and fell perfectly over Ishan's face. His eyes and hair turned a lighter brown while his skin glowed with the sun, his cheeks tinted red with blush. He couldn't get more divine than this...
He didn't even realise he'd been holding his breath untill he brought his other hand to gently stroke the older's cheek and then replace them with his lips kissing gently on top of his adorable blushing cheeks.
"You're so pretty Ishu. I want you so bad, can't I have you, hmm?" he whispered softly, pressing his lips to the older's jaw again.
It amazed him how he'd gathered the nerves to just ask that to his best friend. What if Ishan didn't want this? Would he be disgusted by the younger now? Why wasn't he pushing him away?
The storm in his mind was calmed only when Ishan gently brought his hands around the younger's neck, shifting closer to him.
"Please, Shubi " he almost whined.
The younger didn't have to be told twice, he lifted Ishan and placed him to sit on his lap straddling him, bringing his hand between them and slipping it back into his cock which was already half hard. He gripped the length and gave languid slow strokes while his lips were back on the older's neck sucking hard at the skin then slowly dragging his tongue along the scarlet mark.
He could feel the older getting impatient with the slow strokes as he moved his hips. Shubman let out a low groan when Ishan sat right on top of his bulge and sensually rotated his hips. He would never see the older as innocent after this...
Ishan brought his face closer to Shubman to kiss him but the moment he did, the younger turned away, making Ishan land his lips on his cheeks instead. He whined at the embarrassment and turned away, only to have his cheeks grabbed roughly by Shubman so that he could lift his head and land feather soft kisses along his jaw and neck.
"No kisses on the lips, jaan.." he heard the younger whisper...
Shubman sped up his strokes, grip tightening and wiped the precum from the tip, using it to lubricate his strokes . The older whined above him and gasped almost out of breath . He was squirming on the younger's lap, head thrown back, Shubman couldn't help but gently nip at the exposed skin on Ishan's throat. That seemed to be the trigger for the older as he came convulsing above the younger spilling on his hand and staining his shirt.
Ishan tried to even out his breathing, laying his head on the younger's shoulder. The peace, however didn't last for long because the younger grabbed his ass with one hand lifting him up, while the other hooked his fingers under the bands of his sweatpants and briefs sliding both off in a swift motion, letting them gather around his thigh . He slowly pulled his own cock out of his pants stroking himself.
Shubman slipped his already hard cock between the older's ass cheeks but didn't insert it into his hole; he wasn't gonna fuck him tonight... But he certainly wanted to feel the friction of the older's ass against him .Ishan felt himself go red hot with embarrassment but mostly burning arousal, he didn't know how to feel about this submissive position, his hands tightened on the younger's shoulders .
Shubman leaned back against the couch closing his eyes, while his hands grabbed the older's bare ass and moved him back and forth on his lap. Ishan whined at the sensations he was feeling from the younger's cock sliding between his cheeks, he could feel himself get hard again.
He looked at the blissed out face of the younger leaning over, drank in his dark eyes and luscious lips, he had to physically stop himself from kissing the younger again.
Shubman looked up and saw Ishan's flushed face and messy hair , his doe eyes watery with tears. How could he look so sexy without even trying ...He sped up his movements and felt himself edge closer by the second and finally came splurting over the older's ass...
After that particular day, their sexual activities became a regular affair; both of them enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies, getting intoxicated with the pleasure.
No words needed to be exchanged, just secretive glances and longing stares were enough to have them locked up in the storage room, showers, restroom or even the locker room after making sure everyone had left... They were so clouded with want that they didn't even consider being discreet and careful, luckily, none of their teammates were too nosy to question them. Ishan could already see the scandalous headlines in the papers if anyone ever found out.
All they knew was that they were definitely not a couple; not boyfriends... But they weren't just friends either, they had to be more than that... or atleast Ishan hoped they were.
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