The wardrobe fitting session had stretched into the late evening, the small room at the back of the studio holding a faint chill from the open window that let in the night air. Vijay stood near the mirror while Virat adjusted the sleeves on a thick coat that hung from the rack. The tailor had left them with instructions to try the winter pieces next, but the heating unit clicked off without warning, leaving the space quiet and cool enough that goosebumps rose along their arms.

Vijay pulled the heavy winter jacket from the hanger first, its weight solid in his hands. "This one feels right for the scene, but it's freezing in here," he said, voice low. Virat nodded, rubbing his palms together once. They stood a few feet apart at first, the single jacket the only warm layer they had while they waited for the next set of measurements. Vijay slipped one arm inside, then held the other side open without thinking. Virat stepped closer, sliding his own arm in so the fabric stretched across both their shoulders. The jacket covered them from chest to waist, forcing their sides to press together along the length of their bodies.

Vijay felt the steady rise and fall of Virat's breathing right against his ribs. Every inhale from the other man pulled the material tighter, sending a faint brush of warm air across Vijay's neck. His own pulse picked up without warning, a low thrum starting in his throat and moving down to settle behind his ribs. He kept his eyes on the floor, but his mind drifted to the solid line of muscle under Virat's shirt, the way the fabric hugged his chest and tapered at the waist. What would it be like to trace that line with his fingers instead of just imagining it? The thought made his stomach tighten. He shifted his weight, trying to ease the sudden pressure building lower down, but the movement only brought their hips an inch closer.

Virat kept his gaze straight ahead at the rack of clothes, yet his thoughts ran in loops around the man sharing the jacket. Vijay's shoulder felt firm and warm where it touched his own, the heat spreading through the thin layers between them. His heart gave a quick extra beat, then another, and he swallowed to steady his breath. The cold air nipped at his exposed ear, but the warmth from Vijay's body fought it back in slow waves. He wondered how Vijay's skin would feel if the shirt between them vanished, if that same heat would pour straight into his palm. The idea sent a slow pull through his gut, his cock giving a small twitch inside his pants that he tried to ignore by focusing on the jacket's collar.

Minutes passed with neither speaking much. The room stayed silent except for the occasional rustle when one of them adjusted his stance. Vijay's mind filled with images of Virat's hands, strong from years of gripping a bat, now resting just inches from his own thigh. He pictured those fingers curling around his wrist, pulling him nearer under the jacket until their chests met fully. His breath caught for a second, and he covered it by clearing his throat softly. The reaction below his belt grew heavier, the fabric of his pants starting to strain as blood rushed in. He told himself to stay still, but the shared jacket made every tiny shift send new sparks along his side.

Virat's thoughts turned to the scent coming off Vijay, clean and sharp like fresh soap mixed with the faint trace of sweat from the long day. It made his mouth water in a way he hadn't expected. His pulse hammered faster each time Vijay breathed out, the warm puff of air brushing his collarbone. He felt his own length harden gradually, pressing against the zipper, and he angled his hips slightly away to hide it, though the jacket's tight fit made that hard. What would Vijay taste like if he leaned over right now and ran his tongue along that neck? The question looped in his head, making his cheeks flush warm even as the room stayed cold.

They remained like that, the jacket forcing their bodies into constant light contact. Vijay's thoughts raced through possibilities: Virat's lips parting, the low sound he might make if a hand slid down his stomach. Each idea sent fresh heat pooling between his legs, his cock now fully stiff and throbbing with every beat of his heart. He caught himself staring at the way Virat's throat moved when he swallowed, the small dip of skin that begged to be kissed. His own breath grew shorter, chest rising quicker under the shared layer. The cold tried to creep in at the edges, but the growing warmth between them pushed it back.

Virat kept counting the seconds in his mind, anything to distract from the way his body responded to the closeness. Vijay's hip bone pressed just enough to feel through the clothes, and the contact sent little jolts straight to his balls, making them draw up tight. His mind filled with pictures of Vijay on his knees, mouth open and ready, that same steady gaze looking up. The thought made his cock jerk hard, pre-cum starting to leak and dampen his underwear. He bit the inside of his cheek to stay quiet, his pulse racing so loud in his ears he wondered if Vijay could hear it.

The tension built through every shared breath. Vijay's mind kept circling back to the feel of Virat's arm against his, the solid muscle flexing whenever the taller man moved. His own dick ached now, heavy and full, trapped against the jacket's lining. He imagined peeling the layers away slowly, revealing skin that would burn hotter than the jacket ever could. His nipples tightened into hard points from the mix of cold air and building arousal, rubbing faintly against his shirt with each breath.

After what felt like endless minutes of that charged stillness, Virat turned his head just enough for their faces to hover close. The first brush of lips came tentative, then deepened into a hungry press. Vijay's hands found Virat's waist under the jacket, pulling the fabric higher so fingers could slip beneath shirts and touch bare skin. The contact lit a fire that raced through both of them.

Clothes came off in quick pulls, the jacket dropping to the floor as they moved to the narrow bench against the wall. Vijay dropped to his knees first, eyes locked on the thick cock springing free from Virat's pants. "Fuck, look at that fat dick," he muttered, voice rough. "I want it stretching my tight hole until I can't think straight." He licked a slow stripe up the shaft, tasting the salty bead at the tip, then took the head into his mouth and sucked hard.

Virat groaned, hips bucking forward as Vijay's tongue worked the underside. "Yeah, suck that cock like the greedy slut you are," he growled, hands gripping Vijay's hair. "Get it wet so I can bury it balls-deep in your ass." Vijay moaned around the length, throat relaxing to take more, spit dripping down his chin while his own cock leaked steadily onto the floor.

They shifted fast, Virat bending Vijay over the bench and spitting into his hand to slick the tight ring of muscle. "This ass is mine tonight," Virat rasped, pressing the blunt head against the entrance. "Gonna fuck you open and fill you up until your hole is dripping with my load." He pushed in slow at first, then slammed deep once the ring gave way, balls slapping against Vijay's skin with each thrust.

Vijay pushed back, meeting every stroke. "Harder, pound that cock into me," he begged, voice breaking. "Use my slutty hole, wreck it good." Virat reached around to stroke Vijay's leaking dick in time with his hips, thumb smearing the head. Sweat slicked their bodies as the pace turned frantic, the bench creaking under the force. Virat's thrusts grew erratic, his cock swelling thicker inside the clenching heat before he buried himself to the hilt and pumped thick ropes of cum deep.

Vijay followed right after, spilling over Virat's fist with a broken cry, his walls pulsing around the still-hard length inside him. They stayed locked together, breathing ragged, the shared heat from the jacket long forgotten in the raw afterglow.