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Jealous much?
Ilya wasn't a jealous person.
At least he hadn't been before Shane.
But with Shane he could get jealous really easily.
Truth was that he was insecure that Shane would suddenly realize what a shit deal Ilya was and leave again.
It usually was manageable but this time Ilya was going crazy.
Shane had a new teammate, a young hotshot who was absolutely crushing on Shane and didn't even hide it.
But Shane being Shane didn't really notice, gladly becoming fast friends with the rookie.
It was driving Ilya crazy.
He had to watch them spend a lot of time together, the rookie casually touching Shane, pulling him close and joking around, making Shane laugh and smile.
Ilya hated it.
He wanted to be the one next to Shane, to room with him on the roadies, to pull him close, to hug him where everyone would see, make Shane laugh and smile.
The rookie was even fucking up their chatting time by rooming with Shane on every roadie.
It was like he was slowly stealing Shane away from Ilya.
And Ilya was scared, so so scared, that Shane will get tired of him and his depression, realize that he could have it all with the newbie, be free and out.
They had a whole tomorrow and two nights but the moment Shane came through the door, Ilya was on him, kissing him like his life depended on it, pouring out how much he missed Shane.
Shane matched his level of urgency, hooking one leg over Ilya's hips, trying to get him even closer.
-Fuck, Ilya! - Shane moaned when they finally broke apart and Ilya started to kiss over his neck.
- Need you so much. - Ilya even sounded needy but for the moment he didn't care, he just craved Shane.
Shane gripped his cheeks, pulling Ilya back to look at him and smiled, making Ilya warm all over.
He easily picked Shane up and made way to the bedroom, Shane laughing.
Ilya wanted to show Shane how much he loved him, how much he craved him.
He undressed Shane slowly, kissing him all over before spreading him out on the bed.
Shane was a sight to drink in, so gorgeous.
Ilya quickly got rid of his clothes, settling on the bed in between Shane's spread legs, grabbing lube from the nightstand.
Shane smiled brightly and pulled Ilya down for a kiss, fingers tangled in Ilya's hair.
The kiss was sunshine soft, suddenly making Ilya too emotional.
He pulled away enough to start kissing over Shane's jaw and down his neck while exploring Shane's body with his hands.
He worshipped Shane like he deserved, like a king he was, not leaving even one patch of skin unkissed.
By the time Ilya got back between Shane's legs, Shane was already a trembling mess, his dick leaving a small pool of pre come on his stomach.
Ilya was high on Shane's moans, any whimpers and breathy sounds.
He didn't even really notice how in between kisses and touches, between worshiping, he was biting a bit harder, sucking a bit harder, leaving marks behind, something they basically never did, especially where anyone could see but Shane was moaning loudly with each lick, gripping at Ilya tighter as if to urge him on even more, just as crazed and out of mind as Ilya was.
He sucked a bruise on the inside of Shane's thigh before starting to rim him, Shane almost shooting off the bed in pleasure, his legs closing around Ilya's head, only urging Ilya on.
Before Shane could come, Ilya pulled back, crawling up and kissing him like his life depended on it, pressing as close as he could.
Shane looked at Ilya with lust filled eyes, dazed with pleasure.
Ilya wished he could take a photo, to burn it into his memory forever.
Shane looked just so gorgeous and Ilya was so in love that it hurt.
He slicked up his fingers, pushing two inside Shane, drinking in the small moans that escaped from Shane.
He could do this all night long, driving Shane insane with pleasure.
But all too soon Shane was stopping him, whimpering with need, already past words but Ilya understood.
He slicked himself up and slowly pushed inside, unable to look away from Shane.
Instead of a frantic fucking, Ilya leaned over Shane, pressing as close as he could and started to fuck him slowly, sensually, pouring his love through every thrust.
This felt even more intense than just a hard fuck.
When Shane finally came, he was a sobbing mess, trembling all over with the intensity of his orgasm, clenching all around Ilya and sending him over the edge.
Ilya couldn't take it anymore, he let his body crush over Shane's, hiding his face against Shane's neck as tears just started to flow.
They stayed like that for a long time, somewhere between being awake and falling asleep, still soaked with pleasure.
Ilya wouldn't mind to just sleep like that but he knew that Shane would absolutely hate the mess once he came out of his pleasure daze.
So Ilya got up, easily picking Shane up.
Shane rested his head on Ilya's shoulder, clearly exhausted.
But that was okay, they could spend all tomorrow in bed together, just rest and cuddle.
Ilya liked the thought of that as he carried Shane to the bathroom and into a shower.
Shane rested against Ilya, letting Ilya wash them both.
Shane looked so adorable wrapped in a fluffy towel, already half asleep.
Ilya loved him so much.
He picked Shane back up and carried him to the bed, snuggling against him and pulling a blanket over them, his heart full.
Ilya started their morning by cooking breakfast and waking Shane up with a blowjob.
Shane couldn't stop smiling after pushing Ilya around and blowing his mind with his mouth.
-You killed me. - Ilya huffed, gazing at Shane with a sickening expression of love.
Shane just laughed, kissing him quickly before setting back against the headboard and starting to wolf down the breakfast.
Ilya spent a bit more time just gazing at his love, just drinking him up.
Shane nudged him with a foot, started to feed Ilya in between soft kisses.
Ilya was all for sex but he absolutely loved these domestic moments.
Ilya was in a good mood, making the bed while Shane went to the bathroom.
-ILYA! - Shane yelled from the bathroom, making an instant shot of worry shoot through Ilya.
But before he could get to the bathroom, Shane rushed out, still naked and absolutely furious.
-What the actual fuck, Rozanov!? - He yelled in Ilya's face.
- What? What happened? - Ilya reached for Shane but Shane batted his arms away.
- What the fuck! What the actual fuck! Look at me! I have a fucking game tomorrow night! You fucking idiot! - Shane gestured at the love marks littering his body, his voice harsher than ever.
- They look good on you. -
Wrong thing to say, Shane looked like he was ready to punch or slap Ilya.
He had never looked like that.
-You're an fucking asshole! - somehow the word lacked its usual warmth.
Shane quickly pulled on clothes, rushing out of the bedroom.
Ilya just stood there, something hollow echoing in his chest.
He had tried to love on Shane, to show how deeply he cared, yet he had driven Shane away.
He had to grip at his necklace, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths, trying to calm enough so he wouldn't break down again.
He didn't know how to fix it so he decided to just give Shane some space to calm down, going to the gym to at least try to drown out the pain of feeling like he was losing Shane again.
He was just putting down the weights, drenched in sweat, when Shane walked in the gym.
A small surge of hope shot through Ilya as he stood up to give Shane his full attention.
-Just got an email from the coach, he’s calling a team meeting in the morning. - The words fell heavy between them, each hitting Ilya where it hurt. - So ugh, I should leave. -
Ilya just watched him, finally taking in that Shane was already fully dressed to go.
To leave.
Ilya wanted to beg, to drop to his knees and cry, ask Shane to just stay, stay a couple more hours, spend the night, skip the meeting and just hold Ilya.
But no matter how much he wanted to beg, he refused to do it.
He swore to never be like his father and chain someone down.
So he simply walked over to the weight bench and started doing a new set of reps, ignoring his screaming muscles and especially ignoring his breaking heart.
Shane stood there for a minute before turning and leaving, closing the door behind him.
Ilya let the weights drop, pain in his chest so intense that it was hard to breathe.
Somehow it felt like that time years ago when Ilya tried to get Shane to spend the night for the first time and when Shane left him and got himself a girlfriend.
Only this time it felt a thousand times worse.