*Sexual Scene Warning (18+) ;
Before Aarav could finish, Aveer's hand moved, firm, deliberate - curling around the back of his neck, their eyes locked . In one breath, the space between them disappeared .
Then Aveer pulled him closer to his lips.
The rain outside had quieted to a faint whisper, a rhythm that matched the uneven beats of their hearts.
The first touch of Aveer's lips was hesitant, as if asking permission from every scar between them.
Aarav froze for a heartbeat, then melted, the tension of four years collapsing in a single exhale. The world outside their small room blurred; the rain, the wind, the noise, all of it dissolved until only the warmth of that kiss remained.
It wasn't rushed. It wasn't hungry.
It was inevitable.
Aveer's fingers trembled where they brushed Aarav's jaw, tracing the outline of someone he'd spent years pretending not to miss.
Aarav responded in kind, his hand rising to Aveer's shoulder, holding him there, not to claim, but to keep from falling apart.
The kiss deepened, slow and searching. Every movement said what words never had the courage to -
I missed you.
I'm sorry.
I still care.
The air between them turned heavy with breath and warmth. When they finally broke apart, foreheads still touching, both were panting softly, their lips swollen, eyes glassy with something too big to name.
Aveer whispered, voice barely steady, "I tried to forget you, Aarav... but you never left."
Aarav smiled through the ache in his throat. "Then don't try anymore."
Aveer's laugh trembled somewhere between relief and disbelief. "You're impossible."
"Maybe," Aarav murmured, "but I'm yours."
They leaned in again, this time without hesitation. What followed was no longer about anger or regret; it was the slow, inevitable pull of two souls finding the home they'd lost years ago.
The storm raged outside, but inside the small room, a different kind of tempest brewed between them.
Aarav's hands roamed over Aveer's back, his fingers kneading into the strong muscles he found there.
Aveer couldn't get enough of his touch, the heat of his body. In a rush of desperation, Aarav pulled back just enough to yank his shirt over his head, tossing it carelessly to the floor.
He attacked Aveer's neck with fervent kisses, his teeth and tongue leaving a trail of red marks in their wake.
It was as if they were trying to make up for all the stolen moments, the unspoken longing that had festered between them for years.
Aveer gasped at the sudden onslaught of sensation, his head falling back to give Aarav better access.
Aveer's hands fisted in Aarav's hair, tugging lightly as hr rocked his hips forward, seeking more friction against the growing bulge in his pants.
They kissed until they were both breathless, until the world outside faded away and there was nothing but the two of them, lost in each other's embrace.
Aarav suddenly gripped his hips, spinning him around and pinning him against the wall.
He attacked Aveer's mouth with renewed hunger, his tongue delving deep as he ground his hardening length against Aveer's thigh.
"Bed," Aveer growled against his lips, his voice rough with need.
Aarav scooped him up and carried him over to the mattress, laying him down gently before covering Aveer's body with his own.
Aarav worked open the buttons of his shirt with deft fingers, pushing the fabric aside to reveal the expanse of Aveer's chest.
Aarav leaned down and trailed open-mouthed kisses across Aveer's pecs, swirling his tongue around one peaked nipple before moving on to explore the defined abs that he had been admiring.
Aveer writhed beneath him, his hands fisting in Aarav's hair as he held him close. "Please," he whispered, his voice cracking with desire. "I need more."
Aarav looked at him through hooded eyes, a wicked smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Patience," he murmured. "I want to savor every inch of you."
He continued his exploration of Aveer's body, his hands roaming over every curve and plane until he reached the waistband of his pants.
With a flick of his fingers, Aarav had them unbuttoned and was tugging them down over his hips.
Aarav paused for a moment, drinking in the sight of Aveer laid out before him, half-naked and flushed with arousal.
He reached out and ran a finger along the length of Aveer's hard cock straining against his boxers, eliciting a shuddering moan from his lips.
"Wait," Aveer gasped, suddenly hesitant. "Are you sure about this? We've never..."
Aarav stilled, concern etching his features.
"We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with," he said softly, caressing my cheek. "I want this to be perfect for you."
Aveer took a deep breath, meeting his gaze. "I want this," he assured him. "I want you. I just...I wanted to make sure we're both ready."
Aarav smiled, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "We're ready," he murmured. "Together."
He continued his ministrations, his lips trailing down over Aveer's body until he reached the waistband of his boxers. With a quick tug, he had them off, leaving him bare before him.
Aarav took a moment to admire the sight of him, his eyes dark with desire.
Then slowly, deliberately, Aveer opened Aarav's pants, having the sight of his hard cock in front of him gave him unexplainable chills.
He wrapped his lips around the head of Aarav's cock, slowly and steadily, feeling the whole length bit by bit by his tongue.
It was warm and soft, he could feel Aarav's urge through it.
Aarav let out a low moan, his head falling back against the wall as he lost himself in the sensations.
Aveer took him deeper, his tongue swirling around his shaft as he bobbed his head.
Aveer pulled off for a moment, his hand continuing to stroke his length as Aveer looked up at him.
"You taste incredible," Aveer said huskily.
Aarav smiled down at him, reaching out to run his fingers through Aveer's hair.
"Your mouth feels amazing," he replied.
Aveer returned to his task, taking Aarav to the hilt before pulling back and starting the process all over again.
Aarav could feel himself getting closer, his breath coming in short gasps as he neared the edge.
Aveer seemed to sense it, pulling off and crawling back up Aarav's body to capture his lips in a searing kiss.
"I want you to be inside me,"
he murmured against his mouth.
Aarav nodded, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Yes," he breathed.
Aarav reached over to the nightstand, grabbing the lube and quickly slicking up his fingers.
Then he pressed one inside him, moving slowly as he gave him time to adjust.
When Aveer was ready, he added another, scissoring them gently to stretch him open.
Aveer gasped at the sensation, his body clenching around Aarav's fingers before relaxing into the touch.
"More," he panted, his hips lifting off the bed.
Aarav obliged, adding a third finger and curling them inside him, hitting that spot that made him see stars.
Aveer cried out, his hands fisting in the sheets as he rode Aarav's fingers.
After a few moments, Aarav withdrew his fingers, grabbing the lube again to slick up his cock.
He positioned himself at Aveer's entrance, pausing for a moment to meet his gaze.
"Are you ready?" he asked softly.
Aveer nodded, wrapping his legs around his waist.
"Yes," Aveer breathed. "I'm ready."
Aarav pushed inside slowly, inch by inch until he was fully sheathed within him.
They both groaned at the sensation, their bodies trembling with the intensity of it.
Aarav gave him a moment to adjust before starting to move, his hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm.
Aveer matched his pace, lifting his hips to meet each thrust.
The feeling of Aarav inside him was indescribable, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain that left him breathless.
He could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein rubbing against his walls.
Aarav leaned down to capture his lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into Aveer's mouth as he picked up the pace.
Aveer wrapped his arms around his shoulders, holding him close as they moved together.
"I love you," Aarav gasped against his lips. "I love you so much."
"I love you too," Aveer replied, his voice breaking with emotion. "More than anything."
Aarav's thrusts grew harder, faster as he neared his peak. Aveer could feel his own orgasm building, coiling tight in his belly as Aarav hit that spot inside him again and again.
"Come with me," Aarav panted, his eyes locked on Aveer's. "I want to feel you come undone."
At his words, Aveer tumbled over the edge, his orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave. He cried out Aarav's name as he came, body shaking with the force of it.
Aarav followed moments later, spilling himself inside Aveer with a guttural moan.
They lay there for a long moment, chests heaving as they caught their breath.
Finally, Aarav pulled out and collapsed beside him on the bed. Aveer rolled into his arms, resting his head on his chest as they both drifted off to sleep.
They stayed that way, wrapped in each other, breath to breath, until exhaustion pulled them under. Outside, the rain kept falling, but inside, everything had changed.
For the first time in years, they both slept without the weight of what-ifs pressing on their chests.
---
It was morning already, the rain had stopped.
The city was washed clean, draped in the pale hush of dawn. Inside the quiet room, the only sound was the soft rhythm of two breaths falling in sync.
Aveer stirred first. The faint light filtered through the curtains and spilled across Aarav's face, calm, peaceful, still half-asleep. His hair was a mess, one arm slung carelessly over Aveer's waist, as if even in sleep, he refused to let him go.
For a long while, Aveer just... looked.
At the boy who once broke him and somehow pieced him back together again. At the curve of a smile ghosting over Aarav's lips, like he was dreaming something beautiful.
He smiled to himself, small, unsteady, but real.
"Morning already?" Aarav's voice came, low and rough with sleep, eyes blinking open.
Aveer hummed in reply, pretending to look away, but Aarav caught the faint pink rising in his cheeks.
"Were you watching me sleep?" he teased, voice lazy, fond.
"Don't flatter yourself," Aveer muttered, though his lips betrayed him with a soft curve.
"You talk in your sleep too, you know. You kept saying my name."
Aarav grinned, inching closer until their foreheads brushed.
"Then it wasn't a dream," he whispered. "You're still here."
"I'm still here," Aveer said quietly. His fingers traced idle circles against Aarav's palm, a small, nervous habit he'd never lost. "But last night..." He hesitated, his voice faltering on the weight of it. "Do you... regret it?"
Aarav caught his hand before he could pull away, threading their fingers together. "How could I regret something I've wanted for years?" His voice was soft, but certain. "You think I'd let go now after finally having you back?"
Aveer's chest tightened, his eyes glimmering. "You're serious about this?"
Aarav smiled - not the teasing one he wore to hide, but the kind that came from somewhere deep, somewhere steady. "More serious than I've ever been about anything."
Aveer didn't respond at first. He only leaned in, resting his head against Aarav's shoulder, breathing him in, the warmth, the comfort, the quiet promise. "You scare me sometimes," he murmured.
"Why?" Aarav asked, stroking his hair gently.
"Because you make me want to believe again."
Aarav laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Then believe. Just this once."
They stayed like that, tangled in the sheets, the morning sunlight catching the edges of their faces. Every silence between them now felt full , not of distance, but of understanding.
Aveer lifted his gaze, his thumb brushing against Aarav's jaw. "If I ever push you away again... remind me of this. Of how it feels to finally stop fighting what we both knew all along."
"I will," Aarav said, eyes glinting with quiet conviction. "And if you ever try to leave again, I'll just follow you until you get tired of running."
Aveer chuckled, shaking his head. "You really are impossible."
"Maybe," Aarav said, leaning closer, "but I'm impossibly yours."
Their lips met again - soft this time, slow and sure - not out of desperation, but belonging.
Outside, the sun finally broke through the clouds, and for the first time in years, neither of them was afraid of what the light revealed.
At Mess -
The small mess hall buzzed with its usual morning chatter - clinking plates, the faint hiss of the kitchen, laughter echoing from one corner. But at one particular table, silence, hung like a stunned pause.
Aarav was sitting beside Aveer, not across, beside. Their plates were close, their shoulders brushing every now and then. It was subtle, but the world didn't need to see what was already glowing between them.
"Come on," Aarav said, holding a spoonful of poha towards Aveer, eyes gleaming mischievously.
"I can eat myself," Aveer muttered, his ears already turning red.
"Yeah? You also said you didn't talk in your sleep," Aarav teased, pushing the spoon closer. "Open your mouth before I shove it myself."
Aveer glared - but the corner of his mouth betrayed him with a reluctant smile. With a small sigh, he leaned forward and took the bite, avoiding eye contact like it would burn him alive.
Aarav grinned in victory. "See? Not so hard."
Across the table, "Arsh and Aman" stared, mid-chew, eyes wide.
"The same Aveer who once threw a pillow at Aarav for breathing too loud?" Arsh whispered.
"And the same Aarav who swore he'd never talk to him again?" Aman added, blinking twice. "Did the sun rise from the west today or something?"
Aveer, catching their expressions, smirked faintly. "You both look like you've seen a ghost." He stood, collecting his tray.
"Anyway, you've officially lost your dear friend. He's mine now."
Aarav almost choked on his tea, half embarrassed, half glowing.
Aveer brushed past him, murmuring just loud enough for Aarav to hear, "I'll be waiting outside. Don't take forever."
And just like that, he left, calm, composed, while Aarav sat there, grinning like a fool, his heart beating faster than ever.
Aman looked at Arsh.
Arsh sighed dramatically. "Well... there goes our drama for the semester."
Aarav just smiled, standing up with his plate. "Maybe," he said, glancing toward the door where Aveer had gone, "but I think I just found my peace."
A few minutes later -
Aarav spotted Aveer waiting under the neem tree outside the mess, pretending to scroll through his phone. But the way his thumb wasn't even moving , yeah, Aveer was nervous too.
When he saw him, Aveer looked up, and that tiny smile, the one he always tried to hide, tugged at his lips.
Aarav felt hus chest tighten.
Damn, how could one smile make everything else fade away?
He walked closer, trying not to grin too much. "You didn't have to wait," Aarav said, kicking a pebble, acting casual.
Aveer shrugged. "I said I would."
Silence stretched between them, not awkward this time, just soft, full. Their arms brushed as they started walking side by side.
Neither of them moved away.
For a second, Aarav's hand twitched, wanting to reach for his. He didn't know what came over him, but he did it.
He slipped his fingers between Aveer's, pretending it was nothing.
Aveer froze mid-step. Aarav looked ahead, pretending he didn't notice the way his ears went red.
"Someone might see," he muttered under his breath, but he didn't pull away. His hand tightened around Aarav's instead, just a little, like he was saying it's okay.
They walked like that, both of them too shy to meet each other's eyes, both smiling for no reason at all.
For once, they didn't need words.
For once, silence didn't hurt.
It just... felt right.
They were still walking...
Aarav's fingers locked with Aveer's, tightly, like he was afraid he would disappear if he let go.
The street was almost empty, lights flickering on the hostel walls, their breaths warm in the cold air.
For the first time in years, Aveer wasn't scared of being seen like this.
But the universe had other plans.
"Aveer?"
Aveer heard Shivi's voice before he saw her.
She and Reyansh turned the corner, holding cups of coffee, mid-conversation.
The moment her eyes fell on their joined hands... she froze.
Her smile slipped - just a little.
Not anger.
Not shock.
Just... a small heartbreak she didn't want anyone to notice.
Reyansh's eyes widened too, but he understood quicker.
His gaze flicked between Aveer and Aarav, then softened.
Aveer cleared his throat and pulled his hand back, but Aarav didn't let go.
He squeezed.
Firm.
Reassuring.
"Ave...?" Shivi whispered.
Aveer swallowed. "Uh... this is... I mean..."
His chest tightened.
God, why am i feeling bad ?
Aarav slid a half-step closer, his shoulder brushing Aveer's, grounding him.
Aveer took a breath.
"Aarav is... my boyfriend."
The word tasted strange on his tongue.
New.
Shaky.
But real.
Shivi blinked slowly, then a tiny smile curved at the edge of her lips. "Oh."
Reyansh gave a short smile as if he expected this all along. "Makes sense."
Aarav lifted his free hand. "Hi."
Shivi returned the gesture with a small laugh. "Hi."
Aveer hesitated before facing her properly.
"Shivi... I'm sorry."
His voice was small, sincere. "I got to know you were... looking forward to something. And I just - I didn't want to hurt you. But I always saw you as a friend."
She stared at him for a moment, eyes glistening but steady.
"It's okay," she said softly. "I think I knew. I was just... hoping you'd see me differently."
Then she shrugged lightly. "But I'm glad you're finally happy. Both of you."
Relief washed through Aveer's chest - gentle and warm.
Reyansh lightly tapped her arm. "Come on, we'll be late."
Then to Aveer, he added, "Take care of each other, okay?"
Aarav squeezed Aveer's hand again. "We will."
Shivi gave one last smile - small, a little sad, but genuinely supportive - before walking away with Reyansh under the streetlight glow.
And when they were finally out of sight, Aarav whispered near his ear,
"Boyfriend, huh?"
Aveer couldn't help the blush that crept up his neck.
"Shut up," he muttered.
But inside...
god, it felt right.
The park was almost empty, washed clean by the evening rain.
Aveer walked beside Aarav with a cotton candy stick in his hand, its pink fluff glowing in the last light of dusk.
Aarav chuckled. "You actually bought that? You look like a kid who just won a prize."
Aveer shrugged, pretending not to care. "At least I know how to enjoy small things in life. Unlike someone who frowns at everything sweet."
"Sweet things are overrated," Aarav teased.
"Then don't eat," Aveer said, biting into the cotton candy, only for a bit of it to cling to the corner of his lips.
Aarav couldn't help but stare. He hesitated for a second, then reached forward without thinking. "You've got something... there."
Before Aveer could react, Aarav gently brushed his thumb across the corner of his lips, collecting the tiny piece of sugar and tasted it.
Aveer froze, eyes wide, heat rising up his neck.
Aarav smiled, playful yet quiet. "See? Maybe I do like sweet things after all."
Then Aveer looked away, hiding a small, helpless smile. "You're insufferable."
"Maybe," Aarav said softly, "but I make your life interesting."
Aveer sighed, shaking his head but unable to hide his grin. "Yeah... you do."
They sat on the swing together, sharing what was left of the cotton candy.
The air between them felt light, but charged - like the calm before a storm.
Aarav tore a small piece, playfully holding it in front of Aveer. "You look too serious," he teased. "Here, sweeten up a little."
Aveer rolled his eyes but leaned in anyway, taking the piece with a quiet hum.
Aarav chuckled softly. "Didn't know you could be this obedient."
"Shut up," Aveer muttered, though the faint blush on his cheeks betrayed him.
Aarav leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Or what? You'll stop me?"
Before Aveer could answer, Aarav tilted forward, meaning only to brush a kiss on his cheek, a teasing reward for all the tension between them.
But Aveer suddenly went still.
His gaze locked ahead, shoulders rigid.
Confused, Aarav followed his line of sight and his blood ran cold.
Just a few feet away, under the park's dim yellow light, stood Vishesh.
And beside him, his parents.
The cotton candy slipped from Aveer's hand and fell soundlessly to the ground, its sweetness dissolving in the damp grass.
Then Vishesh's voice sliced through the air, sharp and cold.
"What the fuck is going on here?"
Aarav and Aveer froze — caught between fear and disbelief, their world collapsing in one brutal heartbeat.
To be continued...