Midnight Innings

INT. LUXURY HOTEL SUITE – MUMBAI – 2:47 A.M.

The big luxury hotel suite is dark and quiet. The only sounds are the soft hum of the air conditioner and the far-away noise of the busy Mumbai city below. A single bedside lamp is on, throwing a warm yellow light over the huge king-sized bed. The sheets are white and soft, a little messy from the day’s cricket match. The air smells like clean hotel soap mixed with the warm, sweaty scent of two tired players who just got back from the ground.

ISHAN KISHAN, 28, is lying flat on his back in the middle of the bed. One strong arm is thrown up over his head, showing off his thick bicep and smooth underarm. His other hand rests right on his bare stomach, fingers relaxed. The white sheet has slipped down low on his hips, almost falling off. You can see every hard line of his body – the deep cuts of his abs, the sharp V shape that points down to his cock, and the dark line of hair that disappears under the thin cotton. His chest moves up and down slow and steady because he is in deep sleep. A little sweat from the hot match still shines on his collarbones and between his pecs. His nipples are soft and dark. His face looks so peaceful – full lips slightly open, long lashes resting on his cheeks, a tiny bit of stubble on his strong jaw. His thick cock is lying heavy under the sheet, half-hard even in sleep, making a clear bulge.

ABHISHEK SHARMA, 25, is sitting up against the headboard on the other side of the bed. His knees are pulled up. The lamp light hits his sharp jaw and makes his dark eyes look hungry and wild. He has not slept at all. He does not want to sleep. He has been watching Ishan for a long time now, heart beating fast.

Abhishek’s eyes move slowly over Ishan’s body like he is planning the perfect shot. He stares at those soft parted lips, the little stubble on his neck, the way his strong pecs rise and fall, and especially at the way the sheet tents up over Ishan’s thick cock. Abhishek’s own cock is already rock hard inside his shorts, throbbing and leaking a little. He bites his lip. His fingers twitch with need.

A long, quiet moment passes. The only sound is Ishan’s slow breathing.

Abhishek cannot wait anymore. He moves carefully, sliding closer on the bed. The mattress makes almost no noise. He reaches out first with the back of two fingers and brushes them super light down the middle of Ishan’s warm chest. Ishan does not move. Abhishek gets bolder. He lays his whole warm palm flat on Ishan’s skin, feeling the strong heartbeat and the soft hair. He circles one nipple slowly with his thumb. The nipple gets hard right away. Still, Ishan sleeps.

Abhishek’s breathing gets faster. He leans down close, lips almost touching Ishan’s ear.

ABHISHEK

(soft whisper, full of lust)  

You always sleep like nothing can touch you, Jaan… but I can. I’m going to touch every fucking inch of you tonight.

He kisses the soft spot just under Ishan’s ear, then moves lower and opens his mouth on the pulse in his neck. He tastes salt and warm skin. It makes Abhishek’s cock jerk hard in his shorts. He sucks gently, leaving a small wet mark.

Abhishek keeps going lower, slow and careful. His mouth finds the dip between Ishan’s collarbones. He licks it. Then he moves to the flat, hard muscle of Ishan’s chest. When his wet tongue flicks over one nipple, Ishan’s breath catches for a second, but his eyes stay closed. Abhishek smiles against the warm skin and does it again, sucking the nipple into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue until it is shiny and hard.

He pulls the sheet down very slowly, inch by inch, like unwrapping a gift. Finally Ishan’s thick cock springs free. It is heavy and fat, already getting harder in the cool air. The head is big and smooth, with a little drop of clear pre-cum shining at the slit. The thick vein runs down the whole shaft. Abhishek wraps his hand around the base. It feels so hot and heavy. He strokes his thumb up and down that vein. Another bead of pre-cum leaks out.

Abhishek looks up at Ishan’s calm sleeping face one more time. Then he lowers his head.

He starts with one long, slow lick from the bottom of Ishan’s balls all the way up to the leaking tip. Ishan makes a soft, unconscious moan in his sleep. Abhishek does it again, slower this time, really tasting the salty skin and the musky smell between Ishan’s legs. He swirls his tongue around the big head, licking up every drop of pre-cum. Then he opens his mouth wide and takes the whole head inside. It is so hot and wet. He sucks gently, hollowing his cheeks.

Ishan’s hips twitch once. His fingers move a little on the pillow.

Abhishek goes deeper. He takes more of the thick cock into his mouth, sucking hard and slow. He pulls back, letting his lips drag along the shaft, then goes down again. Every few seconds he stops to lick and kiss the wet, shiny cock like he is in love with it.

**ABHISHEK**  

(soft and dirty, talking right against the cock)  

Look at you, baby… so fucking pretty when you sleep. Your big dick is leaking for me even in your dreams. I bet you’ve been dreaming about my hot mouth for months. Dreaming about me sucking you dry.

Ishan’s breathing changes. It gets quicker and shallower. His cock is now rock hard and throbbing in Abhishek’s mouth, leaking more and more pre-cum onto his tongue.

Abhishek spreads Ishan’s strong thighs wider with gentle hands. He presses two wet fingers (he brought lube earlier, ready for this) right against Ishan’s tight little hole. He rubs slow circles around the rim, teasing, not pushing in yet. The hole twitches under his fingers.

Ishan’s head turns on the pillow. A small broken sound comes out of his throat – half moan, half need.

Abhishek takes the whole thick cock deep into his throat again. He swallows around it and at the same time pushes one slick finger slowly inside Ishan’s tight heat.

Ishan’s eyes fly open wide.

ISHAN

(hoarse and shocked)  

Abhi…?

Abhishek does not stop. He looks up with his lips stretched tight around Ishan’s fat cock. His eyes are dark and full of dirty hunger. He curls the finger inside and strokes that sweet spot once, twice.

Ishan’s back arches right off the bed. A loud, wrecked moan tears out of his mouth.

ISHAN

(breathless, voice shaking)  

Fuck… Abhi, what are you doing—oh god—

Abhishek pulls off the cock just long enough to speak. His voice is low and full of lust.

ABHISHEK

Shh, Jaan. Let me have you. I’ve wanted this for so fucking long… wanted to taste your big cock while you were soft and open and all mine.

He sinks back down, taking every inch to the back of his throat. Two fingers now slide in and out, scissoring gently, opening Ishan up. Ishan’s hands fly to Abhishek’s hair. He does not push away. He grips tight and starts rolling his hips, fucking Abhishek’s warm mouth.

**ISHAN**  

(voice cracking with pleasure)  

You’re fucking insane… don’t stop. Please don’t stop sucking my cock.

The room is full of wet, filthy sounds now – loud sucking, moaning, the slick slide of fingers in Ishan’s tight hole. Abhishek adds a third finger, stretching him wider while his mouth works faster and sloppier. Ishan is panting hard, thighs shaking, abs tight.

**ISHAN**  

(gasping, desperate)  

Abhi—I’m gonna cum—fuck, I’m so close—

Abhishek pulls off with a wet pop. He crawls up Ishan’s sweaty body like a hungry animal and kisses him deep and dirty. Their tongues slide together. Ishan tastes his own cock on Abhishek’s lips. Abhishek’s hard cock rubs against Ishan’s thigh, leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum.

**ABHISHEK**  

(against Ishan’s mouth, voice rough)  

Cum for me first, slut. Shoot it all down my throat. Then it’s my turn and I’m going to fuck you so deep and hard you’ll still feel my cock when you walk out to bat tomorrow.

He slides back down fast, swallows Ishan’s throbbing cock to the root again, and curls his three fingers hard against that perfect spot inside.

Ishan cums with a loud broken cry. His hips jerk wildly. Thick, hot ropes of cum shoot straight down Abhishek’s throat. Abhishek moans loud around the cock and swallows every single drop, sucking gently until Ishan is empty and shaking.

When Ishan finally falls back onto the bed, totally wrecked and glowing with sweat, Abhishek crawls back up. He kisses him slow and soft now, then whispers right against Ishan’s swollen lips, voice full of dark promise.

ABHISHEK

My turn, baby.