Weak legs and a heavy heart... (🔞)

Just as their lips separated, a loud round of applause erupted from the table where Carmen, Joel, and Elena were sitting. Ishan turned to see them clapping enthusiastically, their faces lit up with smiles.

"That was definitely the best way to conclude an argument," Elena joked, leaning over to kiss Joel on the lips as well.

“I think we should head home,” Ishan muttered, suddenly looking anywhere but at Aryan.

"Yeah... uh, we should," Aryan agreed, his words slightly slurred from the whiskey. "We should definitely get going"

The taste of Ishan’s lips still lingered on his own, and though he should have felt angry or ashamed, he didn’t.

Ishan, too, was grappling with his own emotions. He should have been furious, should have been repulsed by what had just happened. But he wasn’t.

The kiss had felt... right, in a way he couldn’t fully understand. He pushed the thought aside, telling himself it was just the whiskey talking.

Before leaving the restaurant, Ishan turned to Carmen, Joel, and Elena to say goodbye. Carmen caught his eye and gave him a wide, knowing grin.

"Go, my baby girl!" Carmen called out, her voice filled with pride and mischief. "Go make some Baby Raichand tonight!"

As they started making their way back to the villa, Aryan, too drunk to wheel his wheelchair properly, struggled to keep it moving in a straight line.

Ishan stepped behind him and began pushing the chair, his hands steady on the handles.

Inside the villa, Ishan helped Aryan navigate the narrow hallway to his room.

Aryan, still under the influence of the whiskey, was unsteady and unable to move himself from his wheelchair to the bed.

He looked up at Ishan, his eyes slightly unfocused but filled with a silent plea for help.

Ishan understood without a word.

He positioned himself beside Aryan, carefully sliding one arm under Aryan’s shoulders and the other under his knees.

As he lifted him, Aryan’s hand accidentally caught the strap of Ishan’s dress, tugging it down slightly and exposing part of his chest.

Aryan’s eyes lingered for a moment, his gaze flickering over the smooth skin and the curve of the breast forms before he quickly averted his eyes, his cheeks flushing.

Aryan let out a heavy sigh and shifted slightly, settling into the pillows.

Ishan, still reeling from the moment, walked around the bed to pull the sheets over Aryan. But as he straightened up, a wave of dizziness hit him.

His legs wobbled, his balance betraying him. The alcohol was creeping into his bloodstream faster than he’d expected.

"Shit…" he muttered, gripping the edge of the mattress to steady himself. His knees felt weak, his body refusing to cooperate.

Exhausted and dizzy, Ishan let out a sigh and leaned back, his long white dress pooling around him as he lay down beside Aryan.

The bed was large enough for both of them, but the proximity was undeniable.

Ishan stared up at the ceiling, his heart pounding as he tried to ignore the warmth of Aryan’s body beside him.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The room was quiet except for the sound of their breathing and the distant hum of the ocean outside.

Ishan could feel the heat radiating from Aryan, and though he knew he should get up and leave, he couldn’t bring himself to move.

The whiskey had dulled his inhibitions, and the exhaustion from the day had left him too tired to fight the pull he felt toward Aryan.

Aryan turned his head slightly, his eyes meeting Ishan’s. "You’re still here," he said softly, his voice rough from the alcohol.

"Yeah," Ishan replied, his voice just as quiet. "I guess I am."

Ishan leaned forward, drawn to the warmth of Aryan’s breath. He slid closer on the bed, their lips now just an inch apart.

The air between them was electric, charged with unspoken desire and the lingering effects of the whiskey.

Aryan’s eyes met Ishan’s, dark and searching, before he moved his head forward, closing the distance between them.

Their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss at first, a gentle exploration of what they had both been too afraid to acknowledge.

But then Ishan parted his lips slightly, inviting Aryan in. Aryan didn’t hesitate.

His tongue brushed against Ishan’s, the taste of whiskey mingling with something uniquely theirs. The kiss deepened, slow and sensual, their breaths hot and uneven as they lost themselves in each other.

Ishan’s hands found their way to Aryan’s shoulders, his fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt as if anchoring himself to reality.

Aryan, in turn, cupped Ishan’s chest, his touch tentative at first but growing bolder as the kiss intensified. The weight of Ishan’s breast forms felt natural under Aryan’s hands, as if they were an extension of Ishan himself.

Aryan’s thumbs brushed over the soft curves, his touch sending shivers through Ishan’s body.

As their lips parted, a shimmering bridge of saliva stretched between them, a testament to the passionate kiss they had just shared.

Ishan, his body on fire with an unexpected desire, quickly stood up, his knees brushing against Aryan’s legs. His eyes were dark with a hunger he couldn’t explain, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Without a word, he reached down and began to pull the fabric of his dress gown upward, revealing the smooth, dangling silicone forms of his breasts to the man he is now between his pretend husband to his lover for the night.

Aryan’s gaze followed the path of the dress, his eyes widening as the breasts were fully exposed.

His hands, once steady, now trembled as he reached up to cup the mounds, feeling the weight of them in his palms.

He stared at the pink brown areola and the erect nipples, his mouth going dry. Ishan watched him, his own breath hitching in anticipation, his eyes smoldering with a need that went beyond the surface.

Both stared at each other not knowing where this night would take them....

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Its happening! Its happening! Everybody just stay calm!!!

Is the whiskey messing with their mind or are they just too horny to care about their sexuality anymore. And beside who cares about it as long as they love each other.

The next chapter will not have any images because well that would be too graphic for wattpad😅😅.

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