Between the nets | Shubman

Episode 2: What’s Your Fantasy | Shubman | Ishan | Hardik

The night was calm, and the team hotel was quiet after a long day of practice. Inside their room, Shubman and Ishan sat cross-legged on the bed, their laughter filling the space as they swiped through photos on Shubman’s phone. The dim light of the bedside lamp softened the room, but the playful energy between them was anything but subtle.

“You know,” Shubman began, tilting his head as he set the phone down. His tone carried the familiar mix of curiosity and teasing. “I told you about my fantasy in the shower. Do you have one too?” WHAT’S YOUR FANTASY?

Ishan chuckled, leaning back against the headboard and stretching his legs out. “Of course, I do. Doesn’t everyone?” His grin widened as he added, “I’ve always thought about a threesome.”

Shubman’s eyebrows shot up, genuinely intrigued. “A threesome? Really? Who’s the third?”

Ishan shrugged nonchalantly but couldn’t hide the mischievous glint in his eyes. “Someone who’s… you know, big.”

“Big how?” Shubman teased, pretending to misunderstand. “Big as in tall, or big as in…”

“You know what I mean,” Ishan replied, laughing. His casual demeanor made it clear he wasn’t joking.

Shubman smirked, pulling his phone back up. “Okay, let’s narrow it down. Shreyas or Hardik?”

Ishan leaned forward, peering at the pictures Shubman had opened on Instagram. Both Shreyas and Hardik looked incredible, their shirtless workout photos showcasing their toned bodies and confident smiles.

“Hardik,” Ishan said decisively. “He’s got that vibe, you know? Plus…” He trailed off, grinning.

“Plus what?” Shubman pressed, already grinning himself.

“Let’s just say, he’s packing,” Ishan replied, his tone dripping with playful intent.

Shubman let out a laugh, nodding in agreement. “Good choice. And I’ll admit, I’ve got a thing for… well, you know.”

“Looks like we’re on the same page,” Ishan said, nudging Shubman’s shoulder.

The two shared a look, their plan forming silently between them. Shubman set his phone aside and leaned forward, his voice lowering conspiratorially. “What if we… I mean, do you think we could, you know, make it happen?”

“With Hardik?” Ishan asked, his grin widening. “Why not? He’s chill. If anyone’s up for it, it’s him.”

And so, the plan was hatched: a casual invitation for Hardik to join them for a “sleepover.” It seemed innocent enough, but both Shubman and Ishan knew exactly what they were doing.

Later that night, Hardik arrived, as easygoing as ever. Dressed in a loose tank top and sweatpants, he strolled into their room with his trademark confidence, tossing his duffel bag onto a chair.

“Alright, boys,” he said, flopping down on the bed between them. “What’s the plan? Movies, snacks, or just crashing?”

“Just relax,” Shubman replied with a smile, patting Hardik’s shoulder. “Long day, you know?”

Hardik nodded, stretching out on the bed. “No kidding. My legs feel like lead.” He pulled out his phone, scrolling aimlessly as he lay back against the pillows.

Ishan exchanged a quick glance with Shubman, their silent plan clicking into motion.

The room gradually quieted as the three of them settled in, the only sounds coming from Hardik’s phone and the distant hum of the air conditioner.

Ishan made the first move. Pretending to shift in his sleep, he turned slightly and let his leg drape over Hardik’s waist. The contact was light, almost innocent, but enough to test the waters.

Hardik stirred slightly, glancing at Ishan, who kept his eyes closed, feigning sleep. When Hardik didn’t move away, Ishan pressed a little more firmly, his knee brushing against something beneath Hardik’s sweats.

Shubman watched from the other side, a smirk tugging at his lips. Taking his cue, he shifted closer, letting his own knee rest against Hardik’s other side.

Hardik let out a low, almost imperceptible groan, his hips shifting instinctively under the combined pressure. His phone slipped from his hand as he looked between the two of them, realization dawning in his eyes.

“You two are something else,” Hardik said, his voice low and amused.

Ishan opened his eyes, grinning. “We couldn’t wait any longer.”

Shubman leaned in, his lips brushing against Hardik’s cheek. “You don’t mind, do you?”

Hardik chuckled, shaking his head. “Not at all. But if you’re starting this, you better keep up.”

The air shifted as Hardik took control, his easygoing nature replaced by a commanding presence. His hands found their way to both of them, his touch firm yet deliberate. Shubman and Ishan responded in kind, their initial nervousness melting away under Hardik’s steady guidance.

Every movement felt purposeful, every touch exploring unspoken boundaries. Ishan’s breath hitched as Hardik’s fingers traced down his back, while Shubman found himself leaning into the warmth of Hardik’s embrace.

As Hardik let out a low chuckle, his gaze flickered between Shubman and Ishan. The playful tension in the room had transformed into something undeniable, a charged atmosphere that seemed to hum with energy.

Ishan leaned in first, his heart pounding as his lips brushed softly against Hardik’s cheek. The warmth of Hardik’s skin sent a shiver down his spine, his movements slow and deliberate. Hardik turned his head slightly, their eyes meeting for a brief moment before Ishan pressed his lips fully to Hardik’s.

The kiss was tentative at first, testing boundaries, but Hardik responded with equal intensity. His hand found its way to Ishan’s waist, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened.

Shubman watched, his chest tightening as he saw the connection unfold. Gathering his courage, he leaned in from the other side, his lips finding Hardik’s opposite cheek. Hardik turned again, meeting Shubman halfway. Their kiss was softer, exploring, but just as electric.

Hardik pulled back slightly, his lips curving into a small, knowing smile. He turned his head, his hands guiding both Ishan and Shubman closer. “No need to take turns,” he said, his voice a low murmur.

The three of them moved together, their breaths mingling as their lips met in a flurry of kisses. Ishan’s hand rested lightly on Hardik’s chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, while Shubman’s fingers traced along Hardik’s jawline. Each kiss carried a mix of hesitation and hunger, as though they were discovering something new yet perfectly natural.

The heat between them grew, their movements synchronizing as they gave in to the moment. Hardik’s hands slid to their backs, steadying them as they leaned into him. Ishan’s lips trailed from Hardik’s to Shubman’s, their kiss brief but filled with shared understanding.

Shubman smiled against Ishan’s lips before returning to Hardik, the connection between all three of them now seamless. The kiss deepened, their movements growing more confident as the walls between them disappeared.

For a while, there was nothing but the sound of their breaths, the warmth of their skin, and the undeniable connection that bound them in that moment.

As the kisses grew deeper, the room seemed to shrink, leaving just the three of them wrapped in each other’s warmth. Hardik’s hands moved with deliberate intent, sliding over Ishan and Shubman’s backs, tracing the curves of their bodies with the perfect blend of confidence and care.

Ishan tilted his head back slightly, giving Hardik access to the curve of his neck. Hardik pressed his lips there, his breath warm against Ishan’s skin, leaving a trail of soft, lingering kisses that sent shivers down Ishan’s spine. Ishan’s fingers tightened against Hardik’s shoulders, his chest rising and falling as he surrendered to the moment.

On the other side, Shubman leaned in, his hand sliding along Hardik’s jaw before resting against his chest. The steady rhythm of Hardik’s heartbeat felt like a reassurance, grounding them in the intensity of the moment. Shubman’s lips found Hardik’s again, their kiss growing more fervent, their movements fluid and in sync.

Hardik alternated between them with ease, his attention shifting back and forth, ensuring neither felt left behind. His lips moved from Ishan’s neck to Shubman’s collarbone, leaving gentle kisses along the way. His hands explored their bodies with a tenderness that contradicted the sheer dominance he exuded.

Ishan’s breath hitched as Hardik’s hand slid lower, caressing his waist with a firm yet comforting grip. The soft gasp that escaped his lips didn’t go unnoticed. Hardik leaned in closer, his voice a low whisper. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

Ishan’s cheeks flushed, and he replied with a shy smile, “I think you bring it out of me.”

Shubman, not one to be left out, placed a hand on Hardik’s cheek, guiding him back for another kiss. It was slower this time, almost teasing, their lips moving in perfect harmony. “I guess this is what happens when you’re the center of attention,” Shubman murmured against Hardik’s lips, earning a soft chuckle in response.

The room felt alive with their energy, every movement charged with passion. They didn’t rush, savoring every touch, every kiss, every moment of connection. Their breaths mingled, their bodies moving closer as if drawn together by an invisible force.

The air was thick with heat and anticipation, the quiet hum of their breathing the only sound in the room. Hardik lay back slightly, his body firm and warm beneath Ishan and Shubman’s touch. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast shadows across their skin, highlighting every curve and muscle as they moved together in perfect rhythm.

Ishan leaned forward, his chest brushing against Hardik’s as their lips met again. The kiss was deeper this time, filled with an urgency that hadn’t been there before. Shubman, watching from the side, let his hands trail over Hardik’s chest, his fingertips tracing the defined lines with a mix of awe and curiosity.

Hardik’s hand slid down Ishan’s back, his fingers pressing firmly as he guided him closer. Ishan gasped softly at the contact, his hands gripping Hardik’s shoulders as their movements synced. Meanwhile, Shubman leaned in, his lips finding Hardik’s neck, leaving a trail of slow, deliberate kisses that made Hardik’s breath hitch.

The connection between the three was electric, every touch and every glance filled with an intensity that spoke volumes. Shubman shifted, his hand sliding over Hardik’s hip as he met Ishan’s gaze. There was an unspoken agreement between them, a shared understanding that made the moment all the more powerful.

Hardik alternated his focus between the two, his hands and lips exploring their bodies with equal attention. Ishan tilted his head back as Hardik’s lips moved to his collarbone, a quiet moan escaping his lips as the sensation overwhelmed him. Shubman, emboldened by the heat of the moment, pressed closer, his hand intertwining with Ishan’s as they both leaned into Hardik.

Their movements became more fluid, their bodies finding a rhythm that felt natural and unforced. Hardik’s strength and control were evident in every action, his confidence grounding the energy in the room. Yet there was a tenderness to his touch, a care that made every moment feel deliberate and meaningful.

Ishan let out a soft laugh as Hardik’s hands found the sensitive spot on his sides, the sound breaking the intensity for a brief moment. “You’re unbelievable,” Ishan murmured, his cheeks flushed as he pressed a kiss to Hardik’s shoulder.

“So are you,” Hardik replied, his voice low but filled with genuine affection.

As the night wore on, the room filled with quiet sounds of passion—whispers, soft moans, and the gentle rustle of sheets. The connection between them deepened with every passing second, their movements becoming more synchronized as they gave in to the moment.

Shubman, his breath coming in short gasps, reached out to touch Ishan’s hand, their fingers intertwining as they shared a smile. The bond between them was unshakable, strengthened by the trust they had in each other and the man who had brought them together in this moment.

Hardik pulled them both closer, his arms wrapping around them as he murmured softly, “You’re both incredible. Don’t forget that.”

By the time they collapsed onto the bed, their bodies entwined and their breaths slowing, the room was filled with a warm, satisfied silence. Ishan rested his head on Hardik’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, while Shubman lay on his side, his hand resting on Hardik’s arm.

“That was…” Ishan began, his voice trailing off as he searched for the right words.

“Perfect,” Shubman finished, his smile soft but genuine.

Hardik chuckled, his arms tightening around them. “I think we’re all going to sleep pretty well tonight.”

The three of them laughed softly, their exhaustion giving way to a comfortable peace.

The night unfolded slowly, each of them pushing and pulling, testing the limits of their connection. There was an undeniable rhythm to their movements, a silent understanding that needed no words.

By the time the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, the three of them lay tangled together, their bodies spent and their breaths slowing.

Ishan turned to Shubman with a satisfied grin. “The best idea we’ve ever had,” he said, his voice hoarse but happy.

Shubman chuckled. “I’m just glad Hardik didn’t run out the door.”

Hardik smirked, pulling them both closer. “Not a chance. But don’t think this means you’re off the hook.”

Their laughter filled the room, light and unguarded.

But just as the moment settled, the door clicked open.

The sound was sharp, cutting through their relaxed haze. All three turned toward the door, their eyes widening as Kohli stood there, his expression a mix of shock and anger.

“What the hell is going on here?” he demanded, his voice low but heavy with authority.

The secret they thought was safe shattered in an instant.

For a moment, time seemed to freeze. Kohli stood there, his eyes wide with disbelief, his gaze darting between Hardik, Ishan, and Shubman. His jaw tightened, and the tension in the room became suffocating.

“What the hell is this?” Kohli’s voice was sharp, cutting through the charged silence. His expression was a mix of shock, anger, and something none of them could quite place.

Ishan scrambled to sit up, his face pale. “Virat, it’s not what it looks like—”

“Oh, save it!” Kohli snapped, his voice rising. “I know exactly what this is. You think I’m blind?”

Shubman opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. His cheeks burned with embarrassment, his heart pounding in his chest.

Hardik, ever the composed one, sat up slowly, his tone calm but firm. “Virat, listen. It’s not something we planned to share, but—”

“Not something you planned to share?” Kohli cut him off, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “No kidding. And here I thought we were teammates—friends even.”

The accusation in his tone stung, and for the first time, Hardik faltered. “It’s not what you think. We didn’t mean for you to find out like this.”

Kohli scoffed, shaking his head. “So what? This is your big secret? The three of you, what… hooking up? Having some sort of private party behind everyone’s back?”

“It’s not like that,” Ishan tried again, his voice pleading. “Please, just let us explain.”

But Kohli wasn’t having it. He stepped back toward the door, his movements sharp and decisive. “I don’t need an explanation. Whatever this is, keep it to yourselves. Just don’t expect me to look at any of you the same way again.”

His words hung heavy in the air, cutting deeper than any of them expected. Before they could say another word, Kohli stormed out, the door slamming shut behind him.

The three sat in stunned silence, the weight of what had just happened sinking in.

“Our secret’s not a secret anymore,” Shubman said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Hardik let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. “We’ll figure it out. But for now, we need to stick together.”

Ishan nodded, though his hands trembled slightly as he clutched the edge of the blanket. “Do you think he’ll tell anyone?”

Hardik’s gaze hardened, his jaw clenching. “I don’t know. But we need to prepare for the worst.”

The once-intimate atmosphere of the room was now thick with tension and fear. The bond they had shared just moments ago was overshadowed by the realization that their private world was no longer theirs alone. And as the night wore on, one thing became clear—nothing would ever be the same again.

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Episode 3 – The Deal, Will be coming in soon.

If you haven’t read the Episode 1 – The Locker Room Fantasy