Shubman is pretty sure that he is going insane because he contemplates that it is humanly impossible to feel so adrenalized all the damn time, his heart has probably been impaired that it can't slow down even for a bit, and even if it somehow does, only one thought is enough to accelerate it anew. Moreover, it is unattainable to stay poise when the very subject of his mania is around him 24/7.
Currently just one touch from Ishan could get him to feel electrified for the whole day, just one smile from him from afar or an eye contact for a minuscule second could erupt a million butterflies in his stomach. He feels like a teenage boy with a crush.
The kiss.......it took his breath away, it literally did. He wasn't the same person when their lips connected, he had never experienced anything like that before. Who would have thought kissing your best friend could be such a heavenly experience?
Bestfriend? Shubman's heart canvassed. Best friends don't kiss each other, not on the lips. They definitely crossed boundaries yesterday, yesterday actions surpassed the words, but does he regret it? No he doesn't, not at all, the kiss felt so right, it fulfilled him like he has been deprived of it since ages and why shouldn't it feel right, its Ishan, there can be no one perfect than Ishan for him in any way.
A smile beams on his lips when Ishan again meets his eyes from across the ground while talking to Rohit bhai, Shubman flushes yet once again, heartbeats losing the rhythm.
Yesterday they got punished for being late, ran 50 laps after a vigorous practice session, thanks to Virat bhai for convincing Rohit bhai to cut them some slack. Both were wasted and once reaching their room slept like a log, tension between them long forgotten because despite everything, at the end of day, each day, they are one another's comfort place, nothing and no one could change or replace that.
However, Shubman's shyness immediately returned as the morning arrived, he might have pretended to sleep until Ishan left the room and Ishan too might have sensed his deceit but purposely didn't bother him, because what if the boy explodes due to all the redness he manages to acquire whenever Ishan goes close to him? Who's gonna pay such a big price?
Ishan didn't know that Shubman would become such a baby after just one kiss, all it took was one kiss to reduce him into a shy mess, he couldn't recognise this sheepish, bashful boy, howbeit, he can't resist the adoration which pervades within him. He found himself chuckling inwardly whenever the thought striked him.
Meanwhile, Shubman, oh boy, he should probably tape his lips, because they aren't remaining still, persistent to smile, his jaw hurts. Ishan's sight keeps filling him with giddy, he feels so silly, he might fly anytime soon, he catches Surya Bhai staring at him quite often but he can't stop, or to say, 'they' can't stop, both smiling into each other's eyes, exchanging glances, subtle touches, foolish hearts.
All in all both are on cloud nine, but there's so much they have to talk about right now.
Shubman once again wonders what could be this feeling, he knows his love is burgeoning, albeit, should he declare it to be full fledge now?
How exactly does love feel like? Is it like this? Or what he presently feels is a pure buzz of unknown antics he never performed before?
Suddenly he recalls what Ishan told him
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'You think about them non-stop' (✓)
'Your heartbeats lose the rhythm when you see them' (✓)
'You feel the world blurring into the background when you see them, time slows down for you in their proximity' (✓)
'And you blush unknowingly when you think about them' (✓)
'Even one single glance of them makes you so giddy that you feel you're full till the throat' (✓)
'Suddenly their existence becomes more significant than yours' (✓)
One glimpse of them can make your whole day (✓)
You feel uneasy when you're separated from them (✓)
Nothing seems as beautiful as their smile (✓)
You don't even think twice before doing anything for them, be it sacrificing your life, the thought of it wouldn't even scare you (✓)
You wither like a flower in their absence and blossom like a garden in their presence (✓)
You die to be with them each second and can do anything to see them happy (✓)
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Ishan's past voice narrates every aspect and Shubman ticks all of them in an invincible checklist in his mind, though he would like to add a few more by himself such as,
'You love being praised by them' (✓)
'You get lost in their intoxicating eyes and it's impossible to come out anytime soon' (✓)
'You feel like you're going nuts' (✓)
'Your heart feels like it will fail anytime' (✓)
The whole day would pass and countless things could still be added to it.
Oh, he is doomed, he can't contain the overwhelming sensation that surges through him, his heartbeats quickening once comprehending the conclusion, though he contemplates it's too soon for him to linger on it, so he ignores it, shaking his head a little to clear it and found Ishan staring at him when he looks up, latter's eyes conveying concern, seeking if everything is okay and without any delay Shubman proceeds forward, grasps Ishan's hand dragging him into the dressing room.
"What's up?", Ishan collectedly poses in spite of concern while in impact of the sudden moment as dashing themself into the corner of dressing room Shubman stands against the wall facing him and keeps latter's held hand on his chest, breathing a bit unevenly while staring down at him with puppy eyes.
"Is it normal for a heart to beat this fast?", Shubman asks, his gaze worried yet demure and Ishan listening to the latter, carefully feels the rapid thumping of his heart before looking up at him, "No actually, are you okay, Shubi?", Ishan distressfully queries further furrowing his brows, feeling aforementioned's temperature with the back of his hand, checking his forehead and neck, "You're burning, your face is all red, you should take a day off if you don't-"
"It's because of you", Shubman says cutting him off as Ishan subconsciously halts his hand on younger's chest only, gazing up at him, blush creeping up his own ears and heart racing. He knew the sentence was said out of pure innocence, however, it didn't fail to make him divert his eyes in embarrassment before again looking up at the taller male, the boy should really hear himself sometimes.
Ishan watches as Shubman holds the very hand which was on his chest and interwines their fingers, eyes exhibiting everything they could. Ishan is positive that they have touched each other uncountable times but holding hands never felt so good, the touch had a different zeal to it, fluttering their hearts, the eyes possessed different passion in them, bewitching them.
"Do you feel like this too?", Shubman questions and Ishan calmly nods, uttering, "Sometimes"
"What should I do? I can't focus on anything but you", he expresses and Ishan can't help but chuckle, "Maybe we should hug for a while? Would that appease you?", he suggests and Shubman gulps before taking a deep breath and nods, "Yea let's do that"
Both embrace each other, Ishan rests his head on Shubman's sturdy chest who softly caressed his shoulders, juncture at the neck, engulfing him tighter and tighter, gently inhaling his earthy fragrance and Ishan feels Shubman's heartbeats finally easing a bit, both settling into the serenity of one another's aura.
After a decent one or two minutes, Ishan sighs and is the first one to muster himself to pull back as he considerately gazes up at Shubman stroking his bicep, "Feel a little better?
Shubman simply nods, calmness reflecting in his expressable eyes, talking million sentiments. "Shall we go now?", Ishan verifies holding his hand and Shubman nods again deeply gazing at him, Ishan wouldn't lie he feels his heart abruptly thump at that.
Ishan progresses to turn around to depart while still holding Shubman's hand who again steers him to meet his eyes, enfolding an arm around his waist pulling him closer and leans down, kissing his cheek. Ishan stares up at him in awe getting caught off-guard but soon a soft smile spreads on his lips and he watches Shubman delicately kissing his knuckles, all while maintaining eye contact.
Ishan knew that he has a rope around Shubman, but a lion is a lion, whether tamed or not.
"Will we kiss again?", Shubman proposes kissing Ishan's one last knuckle and entwines their fingers forthwith, his expectant eyes making Ishan blush uncontrollably which he somehow subdues, voicing, "You tell me, will we?"
"Yes please", Shubman eagerly yet meekly whispers clasping arm around him tighter similar to their fingers, again placing a soft kiss on them, boring his eyes into Ishan's who melted like ice as usual in his proximity.
The click of the door opening interrupts them but Ishan quickly tip toes and pecks Shubman's lips before holding his hand and scurrying outside, running past Shreyas who glances at them then continues to mind his own business avoiding the chaotic duo deciding it was nothing unusual.
Shubman registering what had just happened feels his lips tingle and smiles widely getting dragged by the shorter male, both cackling along the way. For now a peck would do, Shubman deduces. 'For now?!', his mind helplessly supplies as if teasing him. Damn is he becoming too expectant? He mentally slaps himself, grinning foolishly.
At night they find themselves in their room, coming out of the bathroom while drying his hair Ishan watches Shubman seated at the simple window nook, sighting outside, the moon light cascading in opaquing through him, though glints his dark brown orbs almost causing them to appear black, weaving shadow of his eyelashes under his lids, so beautiful.
Ishan patting his hairs one last time and leaving them damp carelessly tosses the towel on a nearby table approaching the younger and sits beside him, finally earning his attention as Shubman looks at him softly smiling before taking his hand in his own and kisses it, affectionately, fondling his fingers, dimple boy's eyes radiating elation.
"Hey", Shubman smilingly mutters prompting a smile to break on Ishan's lips as well, "Hey", he replies, both giggles diverting their eyes, Ishan's fingers still in Shubman's tender hold.
Both again meet each other's eyes as Ishan subconsciously nibbles on his lower lip leaning back against the wall.
"What staring contest are we playing?", Ishan sweetly inquires tilting his head and Shubman shrugs, "I don't know", both smiled yet again into each other's eyes, hearts thrashing.
Shubman looks down at his own thumb and fingers caressing Ishan's as he voices, "Do you have any kind of regret about yesterday?"
He interrogates, already knowing the answer, watching Ishan subtly raise his brow as if the question was out of topic and shakes his head, denying, "No, not even a shred of it". Shubman smiles, relieved.
"I'm such an idiot, I didn't even ask for your permission", he says mused, eyes fixed on Ishan's fingers.
Ishan sighs sitting straight and increasing their propinquity as Shubman looks at him, "Yes you are an idiot for thinking that I would have said no", he specifies extending his free hand and caressing Shubman's cheek who snuggles against it, Ishan can't describe how much he loves it when Shubman does that.
A short silence stretches, their gazes locked, tracing each other's features, hearts thumping as they inch closer shifting forward, pausing, "Are we going to kiss?", Shubman confirms, his gaze flicking to Ishan's lips for a minuscule second.
"Shouldn't we?", Ishan asks caressing Shubman's earshell before again cupping his cheek.
"We should", Shubman approves, smiling, Ishan's lips spreading as well as they lean in, minty breaths mingling, their eyelashes and teeth collides, they cease their smiles properly kissing each other's lips, Ishan feels Shubman grinning against his mouth nonetheless, so he cups his nape enveloping his lips with his own, Shubman instantaneously growls growing serious, lips moving in unison likely to their hearts, his hands glides up to hold Ishan by the waist, one hand cupping his face, occassionally stroking his pierced ear while drinking his lips like nectar.
Shubman's woody cologne invades Ishan's nostrils, he reminisces their first kiss smelled similar to this, it was filled with warm oud with twist of bergamot and aftershave, same resumes now, the only difference is that Ishan's own fresh out of the shower scent accompanies it.
Ishan entwines his fingers in Shubman's hair getting addicted to the fragrance, Shubman deepens the kiss by sliding his tongue against Ishan's, surprising him, who soon adopts letting their tongues engage, rolling together, exploring each other's caverns, velvety textures of tongues was too much to take.
Shubman groans pulling back with one last hard smooch, both panting as their gazes locks once again, holding each other captive. Shubman swallows and without thinking leans in, again pecking Ishan's lips consecutively, both had their eyes closed when Shubman gets up manoeuvring Ishan along with himself, scooping him up easily by the waist and the other lets him by clinging his legs around the younger, arms tightly secured around his broad shoulders, both softly kissing each other on their way towards bed.
Shubman gently lays ishan down and himself scoots closer to him, burying his face in Ishan's neck leaving feather like kisses on it while clasping an arm tightly around his waist as Ishan caresses his back and hairs, nuzzling in them.
They kept sharing kisses from time to time that night not getting enough until they fell asleep in each other's arms, content and tranquilled.
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