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Truth to be told, Abhishek had his doubts after that infamous bus incident, but he had assumed that Shubman might be able to put on his innocent face in front of strangers, who just don't know him so well to understand whether he's guilty of any mischief or not (which is very rare).
But of course Abhishek was yet again proven to be very wrong. Shubman could easily hide his sly smile, and that mischievous glint in his eyes even from Abhishek's family. (That's your in-laws, Shubi!)
They were back to Amritsar for a quick retreat, before going to South Africa for an away series. His mother had called him during the flight to ask how Shub was doing (sleeping on his shoulder), how he was doing (sleepy, and ready to cuddle his boyfriend), whether Shubi wants a separate room or are you two going to stay in your room (mom, hello? Of course he's going to stay with me), what does Shubhu wants to eat (butter chicken, and hello mom, I'm your son!), stop being so childish and take care of Shubie and yourself, bye!
As soon as they entered the mansion, his parents were ready with sweets to welcome their dear future son-in-law, while Abhishek drags their luggage inside the house. He watches as his boyfriend shares a trio hug with his parents (after touching their feet in respect to seek their blessings).
"Is someone going to include me in the hug?" Abhishek whines. His father beckons him to join them and so Abhishek runs upto them, deliberately wrapping his arm around Shubman's tiny waist and pinching it slightly. The taller jumps in surprise at that and his mother already knows that Abhishek is the culprit behind it all. Abhishek narrows his eyes at his boyfriend's teasing expressions as the younger receives a lecture from his parents on How to be a good boyfriend.
"Mom, Dad, it was a joke! Now can we please rest for a while?"
His mother rolls her eyes and asks Shubman to not carry a single bag to his room, her son will be doing that. Shubman accidentally says, "Okay, auntie."
"It's Mom for you, Shubi."
"Oops sorry, Mom. I'll go and sleep-"
"Should I wake you up for the evening tea, or will you sleep till dinner?"
"I'll be up for tea," Shubman gives his polite dimpled smile and goes up the stairs to Abhishek's room, in between watching his poor Abhi drag two suitcases behind him.
When they finally reach the younger's room, he pulls Shubman in his arms and crashes onto his bed while keeping his boyfriend on top of him.
"Now let's just sleep, alright, Shubi?"
"At least let me change-" Shubman starts to whine but Abhishek just presses a kiss on the corner of his lips, and puts his hands on the hem of his slightly cropped t-shirt (the ones which can easily expose his waist if he raises his hands—Abhishek loves this particular length on Shubman), asking in gestures whether they can just sleep shirtless.
Shubman nods and so Abhishek pulls off his boyfriend's t-shirt, inhaling the sweet scent. He had thought that would be the end of it, but of course his groggy brain forgot to make Shubman wear his own clothes. It has become a routine for them, whenever they sleep together, Shubman likes to wear Abhishek's clothes while Abhishek prefers to sleep in just his track pants sans the t-shirt.
Abhishek had just pulled Shubman closer to himself, encircling the older's bare waist and rubbing along his back when the older tries to push him away.
"Stop being so mean, kitten."
"Fuck you, Abhay."
"What's the matter, baby-- oh. Sorry."
He immediately removes his own t-shirt and makes Shubman wear it. The older visibly relaxes, and cuddles him as if nothing happened. And so, the couple sleeps till Abhishek's dad knocks at their door to remind Shubman about the tea. Abhishek grumpily tells his dad that they'll be joining them directly for dinner, cuddling his boyfriend in peace after that.
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After a lengthy shower together, they finally walk out of the room—both in Abhishek's clothes, since Shubman wanted some normal sized sweatshirt today as all his own tees are cropped.
The table was for ten people so they had plenty of chairs to choose from, Abhishek's dad was at the head chair, while his mom was on his dad's right. She had pulled Shubman to herself and that's how Abhishek ended up sitting opposite to Shubman.
A few minutes into the dinner, Abhishek felt a light touch of skin against his ankle, he jerked up in surprise and was met with a concerned look on everyone's face. Especially Shubman, and that's how he knew what Shubman was upto.
"Abhi you okay bachha?" His mom asked and he could only just nod along as Shubman continued whatever game he was playing down there.
With some more courage, Shubman was now edging his leg closer to Abhishek's crotch—all thanks to his long legs—loving the way Abhishek was tensing up at the mere touch.
"Abhi, stop move like this while eating," it was his Dad this time.
"I think he needs a massage, Dad," Shubman says, to his parents the older looks like a concerned devoted boyfriend of their son. (Which he is, Abhishek cannot ever deny that). But he was the reason behind Abhishek's current state.
Abhishek's voice cracked as he answers, "Y-yeah just tired, Dad, nothing to worry about."
~~~
Once they reached their room, Abhishek's eyes darkened as he recalled what went down at the dinner tonight. Shubman was unpacking his luggage and making space for his clothes in Abhishek's closet when he felt a muscular pair of arms wrapped around his waist. He sighed as he knew this was coming. It was the exact reason he liked to tease and rile Abhishek up—the aftermath was perfect.
"So when am I getting that massage?" Abhishek nuzzles his nape, breathing in Shubman's sweet scent, remembering how he had lathered the taller's body with his favourite fruity shower gel a few hours back when they were showering together—sharing some heated kisses in between.
"Patience, Abhi baby," Shubman smiles as he tries to bend down to grab a handful of his shirts but Abhishek's arms restrict him from doing that.
"Abhi, I'll give you that massage, at least let me complete my work first-" Shubman urges.
"Uh huh, patience, Shubi baby," Abhishek teases.
Frustrated, Shubman turns around, facing his (petty) boyfriend while the younger easily walks a step or two to pin his (pretty) boyfriend against the wall.
"You'll be getting that massage, and you'll be the one arranging this closet, now show me where the massage oil is." Shubman was talking with a cute pout, and so Abhishek couldn't resist pecking it right after the older was done talking.
"About the massage oil, will this work?" Abhishek laughs as he pulls the travel sized lube bottle out of his pant's back pocket.
Despite trying his best to not laugh, Shubman ends up laughing, pulling Abhishek in for a kiss as they walk back to the bed—still consumed in the kiss, too clingy to leave each other.
"Now tell me where it hurts," Shubman says and of course Abhishek points at his crotch with a smirk plastered across his face.
"Good for you, sir, I know the best massage trick for pain in this area." Shubman winks.