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fangirlshrewt97 · 2 years

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Jai x Harsha - Afternoon Delight

Feels like it has been too long once again since I posted something. I had three stories that are like 80% done and this is the one I got across the finish line. I am not sure how much sense this will make, but it is a follow-up to "My Best Friend and My Brother" story, in the sense that it takes place in the same universe. Other than that, it is just a fun little scene that was tumbling around in my head.

Hope you like it!

Also, this is not my usual family-friendly story, I'd say it has a PG-14 rating just to be safe. Sex is alluded to pretty strongly, but nothing is graphically shown.

(Apologies for any typos/grammatical errors, this is not beta-read)

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"Jai!" Harsha shouted as he banged open the door to Jai's office.

Jai merely raised an eyebrow at the sight of the younger man who was bouncing on his toes. From his side, he could feel the disapproving glare Kaakha shot him. And the utter bafflement of Shobhu and his cronies.

He held up a hand to Harsha when he opened his mouth, turning to his prospective business partners. "Those are the terms of m-my deal. Go discuss them wi-with your boss and get back to me."

The trio glanced nervously at each other before nodding and getting up. They didn't exactly flee the room but...

"What did you tell them that has them shaking like a leaf?" Harsha wondered aloud.

Kaakha cleared his throat, crossing his arms across his chest.

Harsha threw him a shit-eating grin.

"Afternoon, Kaakha garu!" Harsha said. "This is for you!"

Kaakha's frown deepened as he stared at the bag like a snake was going to rise up and bite him.

Harsha shook it once. "Relax, it's just bhajji."

"Bhajji." Kaakha parroted flatly.

Harsha winked at him, and Jai felt a smile tug at the corner of his lips. He knew Kaakha was glad for the other man, and how much he had helped Jai settle into a new persona. He also knew that between the unyielding optimism, deliberate pranks, and sheer stubbornness,

Harsha represented the three worst qualities from all three brothers, making him the biggest headache in some cases.

"Yeah," Harsha shrugged. "Lava had said something about you two having a big business meeting, so I figured you may not have time to eat."

Kaakha was still squinting suspiciously at Harsha as he finally grabbed the offered paper bag. He peered inside, and nodded when he confirmed Harsha's description as true.

Harsha was still grinning, and Jai wondered if his cheeks wouldn't hurt.

"Great. Babai is heating up the rest of them in the kitchen if you want to eat with Lava and Kusa."

Kaakha's glare turned dark. "And if I don't?"

Harsha shrugged. "Then you'll get an eyeful."

Kaakha's expression immediately morphed into a queasy one as he fled.

Harsha whistled as he locked the door, resting with his back to it, arms trapped in between. He looked good enough to eat, with his zipper sweater fully unzipped, showing just a white tank top, and a pair of shorts that barely reached his knees.

Jai raised his eyebrow. "What? N-no bhajji for me?"

Harsha's smile was positively lecherous. "Oh I was thinking of giving you something besides food."

Jai smirked, pushing away from the desk but staying seated. "And what would that be?"

Harsha walked towards him with his customary sway, knowing Jai couldn't take his eyes off him. Easy as can be, Harsha swung a leg over Jai's thighs, and placed both hands on his shoulders. Pulling up the other leg, Harsha straddled Jai. “Some afternoon delight.”

As tempted as Jai was to pull him closer, he forced himself to keep his hands on the arms of the chair instead.

"Comfortable?" He asked, looking up at those lovely brown eyes.

Those eyes now flashed at the challenge, and Harsha wiggled some more before settling down again, this time close enough for their crotches to brush.

One of Jai's hands spasmed.

"I am now."

Jai raised a hand to brush back a loose strand of hair, tucking it behind his lover's ear. "How did th-the meeting go?"

Harsha shrugged. "Boring. I don't want to talk about that."

"What do you want to t-t-talk about then?"

Harsha hummed, running fingers through Jai's hair, and occasionally scraping his skull. It sent tingles of pleasure down his spine. He caved and loosely encircled Harsha's waist. Because his eyes were closed, he missed the flash of victory in them.

Harsha leaned down where he was hunched over Jai to press a kiss to each closed eyelid. He moved back just enough for Jai to see his whole face.

Fingers wove into Harsha's hair, and grasped his hair tie, removing it with ease. The dark curtain of his hair created the illusion of the entire world fading away.

"I'd rather not talk at all." Harsha said, voice an octave deeper than before, and pupils noticeably dilated. To emphasize, he rolled his hips forward once, brushing at where Jai was becoming hard.

Jai quickly grabbed his hips, tight enough to leave bruises. Harsha's pupils dilated further, mouth parting.

"Not in my office."

"Jai, I am entirely certain we will not make it to your bed. It's been 15 long days. So you choose, either here or the hallways, and one will most likely guarantee ... unfortunate spectators."

Jai pinched at his side, making him hiss. "As if that would stop you, exhibitionist minx."

Harsha's smile was devilish, especially as he ducked to bite at Jai's earlobe.

Growling in exasperation, Jai shifted his hands past Harsha's ass to cup his bare thighs, skin hot to the touch, and lifted him. Harsha shouted in surprise as he scrambled to cross his legs around Jai's hips.

"Jai!"

Jai smirked at him. "You were the impatient one."

“If you drop me…” Harsha threatened, yelping when Jai’s grip slipped.

Jai quickly tugged him back up, one hand firm on Harsha’s ass. “Whoops.”

“Bastard.” Harsha mumbled into Jai’s neck, pouting as Jai chuckled smugly.

Jai walked them to the sofa in the back of the room, dropping him onto the cushions.

Harsha grunted as he shifted to get comfortable, spreading his legs to allow Jai to settle between them. Jai let one hand rest dangerous high up Harsha’s inner thigh.

Harsha wrapped one hand around the back of Jai's neck as another trailed down Jai's chest till it came to rest on his pants. He pulled at the fabric, thumb brushing the button.

Jai flicked at his hand.

Harsha pouted. "Hey!"

Jai covered him, leaning to suck a bruise behind Harsha's ear.

Harsha's grip tightened. "Jai..."

Only to yelp when Jai suddenly bit his neck.

"Ow." Harsha complained as he brought his free hand to rub at the spot. "What was that for?"

"Bursting into my meeting like that. Don't do that again."

Now it was Harsha who smirked. "You know that is a terrible way to dissuade me..."

Jai slapped his ass once, making Harsha jump. "Keep it up and you'll be spending the night putting up with Kusa's snoring."

Harsha sighed. "Fine..."

Jai raised an eyebrow.

"I promise." Harsha insisted, even crossing his fingers across his heart.

Jai grunted and leaned down to kiss him properly. He also heaved one of Harsha’s legs over his hip, putting more of his weight into pinning the man below him.

One kiss turned to two to more heat and passion. Soon enough clothes fell apart as the temperature of the room rose, filled with soft grunts and whines. Arms and hands entwined tightly, and the wood of the sofa creaked.

As they pressed closer, rubbing they ran hands across each other's backs, arms, sides, face, and hair. Banter was exchanged was one worded pleas and drawn out repetitions of each other names.

The separation of the past two weeks was resolved by trying to burrow into each other, culminating in a climax that had them clinging so tight to each other, even air couldn't get between them.

When they were done and catching their breath, it was Jai who was laying on the sofa, with Harsha sprawled on top of him.

Jai raised a hand to place on Harsha's head, scratching lightly at his scalp. In return, Harsha was weaving his fingers through Jai's chest hair, ear pressed over Jai's chest to hear his heartbeat.

"It's been too quiet here without you." Jai murmured finally.

Harsha snorted. "With Kusa still here? I doubt it."

"He needs to be collared."

Harsha rolled his head to look at him. "Didn't know you were into that Bangaram..."

"You're incorrigible." Jai said flatly.

Harsha chuckled, resting his head again.

"Kaakha garu can handle him."

"Between the t-two of you, I don't know who will give him more white hair."

"As if you never give him cause to worry."

Jai was quiet. Harsha knew exactly who he was getting into bed with.

Even if Jai had cleaned up his business and was trying to change his ways, years spent as a gang boss led to enemies who wouldn't disappear just because he had a change of heart.

Harsha squeezed Jai with the leg thrown over his lap. "Hey."

Jai grunted, adjusting the arm around Harsha's waist. "There is still much to do."

"You'll figure it out. And I'll be here."

Jai couldn't find the words, so he squeezed Harsha's waist.

"Did you really not get me any bhajji?"

Harsha's shoulders shook with laughter. "No."

Harsha pushed himself up to caress the side of Jai's face before tapping his nose. Jai got cross eyed, throwing Harsha a mildly annoyed look. "I got you your favourite onion pakoda instead. Lava said he'd prepare the chutney for it, but it would take 30 minutes."

Jai stared at him.

"Should be done by now!" Harsha said, slapping at Jai's pec before hopping up and bending to grab his clothes.

Harsha was slipping on his sweater by the time Jai got back with the program. He reached out to swat at Harsha, who dodged him with a laugh. "Better hurry Jai, I'm feeling very hungry after what we just did, and can't promise left overs."

He threw Jai's clothes at him before skipping away in the direction of the kitchen.

Jai stared at the office door swinging closed, a fast becoming familiar feeling of ...delight spreading through him.

If Harsha thought he could get away with eating Jai's food, he was about to be proven very wrong.

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Notes:

Bhajji - A bhaji is a type of fritter originating from the Indian subcontinent. It is made from spicy hot vegetables, commonly onion or chilli, and has several variants.

Onion Pakoda - A deep fried Indian snack of crispy and tasty onion fritters made with gram flour (besan), spices and herbs.

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