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"Happy Birthday, Gauti", said Virat, crawling up to kiss the birthday boy.
"Good Morning, dirty mouth and thank you, for that exquisite birthday gift", Gautam replied.
"Hey, at least I brushed before doing that", Virat responded.
"Yeah? Let me just check for myself", Gautam said, before proceeding to kiss the man. "You taste like me. So, yeah, not dirty at all. Would you like the return gift now or at night?", Gautam asked mischievously.
"Baad mein yaar. Tumhari vaanar sena abhi aayegi, wish karne ke liye. Let me run to my room before that", Virat replied.
"It's only 6, Vi. None of them wake up before 7. Ruk ja na", Gautam begged.
"Tumhara sabse chota laadla hai na, Yash. Pratice wale din 6.30 ko gym pahunchtha hai. 7 baje tak main nahi dikha toh bulane aayega. I need to have a good soak in warm water before he comes looking. 'Gentle' word toh aapke 'dicktionary' main hai nahi", teased Virat with air quotes.
Gautam gave him a wry smile and let him go,"Chal ja. See you for breakfast", he said.
Later that day the whole team assembled to celebrate the coach's birthday. Shubman started with the cake smearing and the rest joined in. Virat looked on in amusement as his normally serious husband was struggling to hold his laugh. Everyone was done with their cakes and Gautam asked him,"Tu nahi kha raha hai? I think they ordered some low sugar stuff". "Room mein chalo. I am planning to eat it off you", Virat replied with a wink. "Oh God, my virgin ears", shouted Shubman, who happened to be eavesdropping on them. Safe to say, Shubman had trouble sleeping that night.