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Hardik knew he smelled terrible.

He kew that the two hours of gym and three hours at the ground had left him covered in sweat.

Hardik also knew that his boyfriend hated getting their room dirty. So, he planned to take a quick shower in the washroom downstairs before reaching his sweetheart.

All his plans went down the drain when he spotted KL Rahul standing in the kitchen, barely dressed in one of his older jerseys from GT days.

Before he could make an escape, Rahul had already seen him and his eyes brightened as he made his way towards him.

"Hi baby," Hardik murmured fondly as he watched the dark blue jersey ride up his thighs when he walked. "You're up early. I thought you'd still be resting."

Rahul rolled his eyes and pushed his gym bag down to the floor. "I woke up as soon as you left, couldn't sleep on an empty bed."

Hardik almost cooed at how adorable he looked and was about to embrace him when he remembered. "I'll take a shower and then we can just have a movie day, okay? Ten minutes bas."

Rahul's eyes shone as he stubbornly shook his head and put his arms on either side of his body, trapping him between the wall and him.

"Come on, baby, I stink. I'll be back in five minutes," Hardik said and pushed at his chest.

But Rahul leanes in and pressed his nose under Hardik's jaw, inhaling deeply. "You smell so fucking good right now."

The argument on Hardik's mind evaporated when Rahul licked a slow strip down his throat.

"Are you sure you're fine, K?" Hardik chuckled weakly, letting his head fall back against the wall as his boyfriend feasted on his post-workout skin.

Rahul shrugged and sucked on the sweaty skin, moaning at the taste of his sweat combined with the smell of his bodywash.

He smiled against Hardik's neck when he felt a hand on the back of his neck, slowly guiding him closer. Rahul nibbled on the skin near his collarbone in response, earning a sharp gasp.

"Fuck," Hardik breathed out as he felt teeth on his skin. "Are you sure, baby? I'm really gross right now." He asked again, although a little half-heartedly now.

Rahul pulled away slightly and rolled his eyes as he stepped closer to press his growing erection against Hardik's thigh.

"You smell like you worked hard in the gym, strong and so fucking sweaty. I am about to cum right now just from how hot you look," Rahul admitted and grind slowly against him.

Hardik felt himself growing hard at his words and he pulled his boyfriend closer by his neck, to kiss him properly. "All the act of being a clean freak goes away when you want to fuck, eh?"

Rahul didn't even respond, continued kissing him hungrily while his hands roamed around Hardik's chest wantonly.

They pulled away when they were both panting heavily and Rahul instantly pulled at his t-shirt, throwing it behind them as he ran his tongue over Hardik's sculpted chest.

"Fuck, you really like me sweaty, huh?" Hardik laughed and tugged at his hair, making Rahul whine needily at being pulled away. "Come on, taste it properly then."

Rahul almost melted against him when Hardik raised his arm and exposed his sweaty armpits. He let go of his hair, leaving it to him what he wanted to do next.

Without any hesitation, Rahul tilted his head and leaned in to take a deep whiff of his smell, letting out a moan at how strong it was there.

Hardik raised a surprised eyebrow when he felt his boyfriend's mouth latching on the skin near his armpit, sucking on the sweaty forearms needily.

He decided to let him have his fun and reached down to grab his aroused cock, just to find it leaking already.

"Did smelling my armpits and licking my sweat do this to you, baby?" Hardik asked rhetorically as he began jerking him.

Rahul closed his eyes, whimpering as his tongue moved expertly over the veins in Hardik's arms. He wasn't ready to admit yet to what he really wanted but for now this was enough.

He rested his forehead on Hardik's bicep, nose pressed against his armpit as Hardik continued playing with his cock.

He could get used to this, Rahul thought, being toyed around by his big strong boyfriend after he works hard at the gym.

Hardik laughed tauntingly and fastened his pace. "I'm sure I can make that happen."

Rahul pushed his face even deeper in the crook of his arm when he realised that he'd said it out loud.

"It's so fucking hot how easy you are for me," Hardik whispered as he felt Rahul nearing his release and flicked at his slit, making the boy jump. "All you need to cum is smell me, no, baby?"

Rahul wanted to deny it. He wanted to argue that it wasn't true, but it felt so good. Being surrounded by his boyfriend's musky smell, his sweaty body pressed against his as he pleasured him, Rahul loved it so much.

Rahul was easy for Hardik. So fucking pathetic.

"Do you need my mouth to finish, baby?" Hardik asked in a soft voice. "Or do you want me to fill you?"

Rahul pulled away to look at him properly and chewed on his bottom lip as his eyes flickered to his armpits again.

"Can I?" He mumbled weakly and his voice wavered down midway. But Hardik wrapped an arm around his waist and nodded encouragingly.

"Can I just lick you, there, and try on my own?" He finally asked after a few nervous seconds.

Hardik's lips quirked at how adorable his red-faced baby looked but he pushed back his smile and nodded. "Of course, whatever you want."

Rahul refused to look at him again, so Hardik took it into his own hands to pull his face back to his armpits. "Come on baby, take whatever you need from me."

It started with a small kitten lick that made Hardik shiver, and then slowly Rahul started moving his cock against his thighs.

Rahul closed his eyes, grateful that Hardik chose not to tease him about his choices right now, and he lapped at the salty skin.

It felt like an aphrodisiac, the more he inhaled his scent, the more aroused he became. All he wanted to do was lap his sweat up like an omega in heat.

He moaned as he chased his pleasure, tongue pressed flat against his sweaty pits and nose buried in his hair. Hardik lets him feast on his desires, just gripping his waist tightly.

Rahul whined weakly when he felt the first burst of cum shoot from his cock and he stilled, inhaling Hardik's musk deeply as he jerked once again.

Rahul melted like a bag of ice against him as he spilled over his thighs and Hardik's arms were around him instantly.

"You are so fucking amazing, baby," Hardik whispered in awe as he helped him on his feet. He reached under his jersey and scooped up the cum on his fingers before popping it into his mouth.

"My divine angel," Hardik mumbled before kissing him softly, letting him taste his own desperation on his lips.

"Thank you," Rahul breathed out as they pulled apart, his face glowing with the orgasm he just had.

Hardik chuckled in disbelief and picked him up swiftly. "If I knew you'd turn into a drugged kitten by smelling my sweaty clothes then I'd never shower after gym."

Rahul groaned in embarrassment and asked him to stop, but both of them knew there was no heat to his words.

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Yash would rather have the earth swallow him whole than let his mentor know about his feelings.

But, that never stopped him from admiring the man from afar.

And occassionally jerking off to his thoughts.

Maybe more than just a few times, but that was it, Yash told himself everytime hit happened. Iit wouldn't be real unless Rohit found out about it.

And he would never find out about it.

Yashashvi had seen the man four months ago and all he wanted was to see the man once again, maybe train with him again so Rohit would slap his shoulder after a good shot. Unfortunately, that was not happening for a few more weeks.

And, as a young man with raging hormones, Yashashvi was going to lose his mind if he did not do anything about his libido soon. He had been spoiling himself with pictures of the man he managed to find from the press, but he needed something more tangible now.

All he had was a worn team hoodie he'd stolen from the corner of the dressing room.

He debated calling Rohit, telling him how it felt and what he did to the boy. But he never did.

Because no matter how aroused he was, he was always more scared. So, there was no way that he could initiate anything.

All Yashashvi wore was the hoodie he had of Rohit and his hands around his dick, jerking himself off in slow motions. He had been repeating the motion for a few minutes and kept calling out the older man's name as he neared his release.

Just as he was about to cum, imagining the hand around his cock was not his own but Rohit's, he was jolted out of his dream.

"Hello? Yash, tu thik hai?"

Yashashvi scrambled up hastily, his cock deflating instantly at the sudden turn of events.

He looked around and realized that his phone had accidentally dialled Rohit's number aidst all the moaning he'd done unashamedly.

"Yash?" Rohit called when he got no response.

The younger boy cleared his throat loudly, grabbing the phone as he searched through his brain for an appropriate response.

"Uh, yeah, Rohit," Yash mumbled unintelligently. "Rohit bhai, haa sab thik hai." He added the honorific reluctantly.

"It's quite late, Yashu. Why did you call? Is everything fine?" Rohit sounded concerned, which was valid considering the time. "And why are you breathing so heavily?"

Yash blushed harder, nervously thinking of a reply and squeezing his eyes shut when he couldn't think of a good enough lie. "No, no, everything's good. I was saying your name and Siri must have picked it up. I'm sorry for worrying you."

"Why did you sound like that then? And tu mera naam kyu le raha tha? You're scaring me," Rohit didn't sound convinced. "Turn your video on."

Before Yash could do anything, Rohit turned the video on to reveal a flustered looking Yash, dressed in what suspicioudly looked like his hoodie.

Yash let out a panicked screech and dropped the phone, which just made things worse as Rohit got a view of his bare thighs that glistened in the dark lights.

And suddenly, it all made sense, the heavy breathing, the nervousness, why Yash had been saying his name, it all added up.

"I was just sleep talking, yeah. That's it," Yash shouted and turned the video off. "Aur kuch nahi hai, I'll hang up now. Bye."

"Ruk," Rohit ordered in a stern voice, halting his movements instantly.

"Tu hila raha tha?"

"Rohit bhai, no," Yashashvi hissed in embarassment and got a loud chuckle from the other side.

"You just admitted you were jerking off while taking my name, Yash. Maybe we can drop the bhai now," Rohit teased him.

Yash groaned and rolled over on the bed. "Galti ho gayi, jaan loge kya bacche ki ab? I said I'm sorry."

That just earned another round of laughter from the man and Yash buried his face in his pillow.

"Come on, don't be shy now. I'd hate it if I missed the show," Rohit smirked as he switched his video on.

Yash peeked up from the pillow and felt a little relieved when he saw Rohit grinning at the camera. "You're serious?" He asked unsurely.

Rohit shrugged, leaning back against his headboard. "Yeah, you sounded like you were having fun. Don't stop at my expense now."

Yash bit his lips nervously and placed the phone against the pillow, crawling back to sit in front of it. "You want to watch?"

Rohit's eyes darkened as he took in the way Yashashvi drowned in his hoodie, pooling around his thighs heavily.

"It's only fair I get to watch, no?" Rohit raised an eyebrow. "You're jerking off to my hoodie, I get some rights."

Yashashvi's face heated up at the tone and he slowly spread his legs, allowing the hoodie to ride up his thighs.

"Will you keep talking?" He asked shyly, his fingers playing with the edge of the hoodie. "I like your voice."

Rohit's grin transformed into a laugh and there was something so humiliating about the laughter that made his wilted cock rise again.

"First my hoodie, now my voice, does everything about me turn you on?" Rohit asked, raising his arm and keeping it behind his head.

Yash just shrugged sneakily and reached for his hardening cock under the hoodie. "You're hot, don't act surprised."

"I didn't know my voice was making a boy half my age all wet and messy," Rohit thought out loud as he followed his movement through hooded eyes. "Did it always happen?"

Yash hesitated for a second before nodding honestly.

"Did you get aroused by my voice during meetings too?" Rohit asked rhetorically, but Yash nodded again.

"Everything you did," He admitted. "Whenever you said something good about my shots, or sat n-nearby, it felt so good."

Rohit raised an eyebrow as he noticed his hands moving faster now. "You like being praised by me?"

Yash nodded instantly, his eyes closed as he imagined that Rohit was sitting right in front of him.

"You like being called a good boy?"

Yash whimpered and a small burst of pre-cum shot out to his hands, making his hips jerk forward.

"Come on, now, be a good boy and let me see what you're doing, Yash." Rohit felt his own cock growing hard as Yash eagerly pushed the hoodie up, revealing his arousal.

He wasn't too small, but his hand wrapped easily around his length and it looked like he had been jerking off for a long time seeing how red his cock looked.

"That looks so painful, do you want to cum? How long have you been rubbing yourself, baby?"

Yash moaned at the endearment and pushed his hips up in the air. "I don't know, almost an hour now."

"Do you want to cum now?" Rohit asked, already knowing the answer before the boy bobbed his head up and down.

"Come on, grab the pillow and grind on it for me. Be a pretty pillow princess for me," Rohit directed the boy. "Your hands must be tired."

Yash nodded and eagerly grabbed a pillow from the side, straddling it and shuddering when his sensitive cockhead rubbed against it.

"Yeah, just like that," Rohit ordered in a stern voice. "Imagine I'm standing over you, Yash. Make me proud, come on, baby."

Yash grabbed the bedsheets tightly, his eyes clenched shut as he chased his orgasm, failing to see the way Rohit's eyes darkened at his visuals.

"You look so fucking delicious, Yash. So good for me," He encouraged him, seeing that he was near.

Tears trailed down his face as Yash gasped at his own pleasure, crying out loudly at the overload of pleasure. "Want you, I-uh, just want you."

"I'm going to take you so well," Rohit promised. "Bend you over the nearest surface I find and fill you up. Push you down on your knees so you can take me in that pretty little mouth of yours."

"I'm going to have so much fun with your tiny body, marking you with my hands, leaving hickeys all over that neck. Everyone will know who you belong to."

Apparently the promise to mark him was enough to push Yash over the edge and the boy was spilling all over his hoodie, white streaks against the dark blue material.

Rohit watched as he rode out his high, slumped against the bed as he regained his breathing and waited for the boy to look up.

Yash looked up nervously once his mind regained some of his composure and he opened his mouth to apologize when Rohit cut him off.

"I want you to sleep like this, wearing my hoodie that's covered in your cum." Rohit announced.

Yash's lips parted in surprise but he didn't object to his demands, just stared wordlessly.

"And I want you to stop touching yourself for now. I want you to control yourself till next week, and when you come to Mumbai for your next match, I want you in my house."

"Understood?" Rohit raised a questioning eyebrow that made him shudder.

Yash sat up straight, trying to hide his eagerness as he nodded obediently. "Understood."

Rohit smirked knowingly at his answer and hung up.

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Shubman moaned as he threaded his fingers through his best friend's hair, thrusting his hips upward.

"Your mouth is so good, bhai."

Abhishek pulled away hastily and narrowed his eyes into a glare at the confused expression on his face. "Don't call me that with your dick in my mouth."

"Sorry na," Shubman jutted his bottom lip out pleadingly. "It's not like you're going to turn into my brother if I call you that."

Abhishek rolled his eyes at the familiar pout and slapped his thigh. "And don't make that disgusting face when I'm trying to be mad at you."

Shubman's lips stretched into a knowing smirk and he reached to cradle his face again. "You can never be mad at me."

Abhishek was just beginning to think how adorable he looked like that when Shubman guided his face back to his dick.

"Kitna ghatiya insan hai tu," Abhishek groaned and swatted his hands away. "Remind me why am I friends with you again?"

"Because I have a great dick," Shubman replied cheekily. "And you like fucking me, and I buy you free food, and I take great pictures, and you like stealing my clothes."

Abhishek cracked a grin as he started listing random reasons and shook his head. "Are you done?"

"-and you can't live without me," Shubman finished dramatically.

"You're lucky I'm in love with your dick," Abhishek slapped the still hard dick lightly, making him burst out laughing.

But the laughter turned into a gasp as Abhi took him into his mouth again, directly swallowing half of his length and swirling his tongue around.

"Holy fuck, Abhi," Shub groaned and closed his eyes as the boy started bobbing his head up and down on his length.

Abhishek hummed around his cock, sending vibrations that made him shudder in pleasure.

"If you give me a head for every 50 then I swear I'll hit a century every single time," Shubman gripped his hair tightly as he took him even deeper.

Abhishek pulled back with a loud pop, breathing heavily as he looked up at him. "We should make it into a deal."

"I don't need a deal to suck you-" Shubman shot back quickly but before he could complete his words, the door pushed open and Abhishek hastily got under the desk.

"Shubi, what are you doing here alone?" Ishan asked in a loud voice, unaware of what was going on.

Shubman cleared his throat awkwardly and pulled his laptop in front of him. "I have a meeting in a few minutes. I'll join you guys after that."

"We're ordering out tonight. What will you have?" Ishan asked casually, not noticing the tension in the air.

"Anything's fine," Shubman tried to sound nonchalant but Abhi could tell that he was impatient and wanted Ishan to leave.

So, he did the only sensible thing.

He crawled forward as silently as he could and grabbed a hold of Shubman's cock once again. He felt Shub stiffen as he slowly pressed his tongue against the tip.

"Arey tell me what you want to eat, otherwise you're going to complain about it later."

Abhishek closed his mouth around the top, slowly moving ahead as Shubman tried not to react.

"Chicken wrap bol de," Shubman said distractedly, hand reaching under the desk to stop Abhi but the boy just pushed it away.

Abhishek continued swallowing his dick, even going to massage his balls softly just to see how he would control himself in front of Ishan.

Shubman almost let out a moan, masking it with a noisy yawn at the last moment that earned him a weird look from Ishan.

"Waise Abhi kaha hai? I haven't seen him around," Ishan asked, making Abhi go still for a second.

Shubman's hand gripped his hair from the top and guided him to continue the movements, almost taunting him as he responded to Ishan.

"I don't know yaar. You know how he is, can't stay still for a minute. He might have gone out with someone."

Abhishek just let his mouth be used while he prayed that Ishan didn't think of calling his phone because the damned device would start ringing in his pocket then.

"You're right," Ishan answered. "Anyways, wrap up your meeting and come outside quick."

As soon as the door was shut, Shubman wheeled his chair back and dragged Abhishek with him.

"Bada hero ban raha tha neeche se ha?" He snapped at him.

Abhi rolled his eyes, unbothered by his behaviour and dove right back. "Baate kam kar aur kaam karne de mujhe."

Shubman was about to argue but Abhishek's mouth felt so warm around his cock, he started thrusting deeper.

"Sometimes I think God gifted you this mouth to compensate for what a bitch you can be."

Abhishek grazed his teeth against his tip, making Shubman jump in his seat. "Sorry, baby. Sorry, please."

Shubman's shoulders went down in relief as Abhi hummed around him and continued moving his mouth.

Abhishek hollowed his mouth, taking him deeper in his throat till Shubman grabbed the back of his head to hold him there.

"Kinna sona lagda iss tarah," Shubman thought out loud. "So fucking perfect, like an angel."

Abhishek began to feel lightheaded, with the lack of air and all the praise, and tapped on Shubman's thighs rapidly. He instantly pulled back, letting the boy breathe in before pushing in again.

"Just a few minutes more, Abhi. You're so good for me like this," Shubman groaned as he fucked his mouth with fast and short thrusts, chasing his release.

Abhi wouldn't admit it but he glowed with his words, all the praise just made him relax his mouth more and he closed his eyes in bliss.

"I'm about to cum," Shubman groaned in a low voice and was about to pull away, but Abhi snapped his eyes open and whined sharply.

He crawled closer, kneeling between Shubman's knees as he pressed soft kisses along his length. "Want it in me."

"Yeah, baby?" Shubman encouraged him as he jerked his dick, aiming it at his best friend's mouth.

Abhishek was waiting with his mouth wide open, face shining with sweat and exhaustion, his lips swollen and shining with spit, and Shub groaned at how beautiful he looked like that. The image just fueled him further and he felt himself cumming.

Shubman almost jumped when he felt Abhi's soft lips around his tip, literally swallowing his seed as he filled his mouth. He panted heavily as he watched Abhi's throat move, his cock laying spent on his tongue.

Shubman pulled out reluctantly after a few seconds and tucked himself in his boxers. When he looked up, Abhi was still trying to regain his breathing and there was a drop his cum trailing down his chin.

"C'mere," Shubman mumbled and pulled his best friend on his lap, one hand around his waist while the other held his face.

"Tired?" He asked in a soft tone while his thumb rubbed at the white streak, smearing it across Abhi's glass skin.

Abhi shrugged, trying to seem unaffeted but Shubman could see the tired lines around his eyes and pulled him closer. "Let me hold you for a while, just like this."

"Until Ishan barges in again," Abhishek pointed out with a muffled laugh after a few seconds.

Shubman groaned in annoyance but joined his laughing with a shake of his head. "You didn't seem too bothered by it anyway."

"You didn't grow soft either," Abhishek shot back quickly, making Shubman roll his eyes but he kept quiet and just pulled him closer.

"This is why I like you better with your mouth full."

This earned him a sharp slap to his chest, making him wince before both of them burst out laughing.