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Clubs had never been Shane’s scene, but Ilya appreciated that he was making an effort.
They’d gone to Cabo with the last weekend of their summer holiday, because it seemed pretty safe. They’d had four idyllic weeks at the cottage. Ilya wouldn’t trade it for anything, but a few nights in Mexico was a nice way to end the summer.
“I’ll get us drinks,” Ilya said as they entered the club. The club was dark, but the red and blue light beams flashing from the ceiling were a vibe he loved. It was dark enough that they probably wouldn’t be recognized, too.
Shane gave him a look like of course he wasn’t willing to split up, and followed Ilya to the bar.
Shane was wearing a black shirt that was fitted but not snug, and grey shorts. Hardly clubbing attire, but that was Shane. Ilys was wearing a tight white top that was sheer enough to show the outline of his bear tattoo. He knew it drove Shane wild.
Ilya leaned over the bar and ordered two Coronas from the bartender, holding up a card and sliding a 20 in US dollars as a tip. He figured they’d take it. It was Mexico, it wouldn’t be hard to exchange it.
By the time he turned around, Shane was staring at him with a terrified expression.
Terrified?
It seemed ominous.
Shane’s eyes flicked over to Ilya’s left, and Ilya followed. An extremely attractive hispanic guy was walking towards them with a sexy smile on. Dark haired, and well muscled. Which Ilya knew, because his shirt was transparent, leaving lean muscles and a happy trail in full view. He had a strong jaw and full lips that tipped up at one corner as he smiled at them.
Ilya probably would have hooked up with him back in the day, but of couse he wouldn’t now. Was that what Shane was worried about? Ilya would never do that to him. He’d just have to tell him that-
“Shaaaane,” the man said, reaching them. And it was only then that Ilya registered that he was looking at Shane, not Ilya.
“Hey,” Shane said with a bro-y nod. Not his usual greeting.
“Long time no see,” the man said, trailing a finger up Shane’s arm.
Long time no see?
Absolutely not.
Ilya moved in closer to Shane, before remembering that wasn’t allowed.
They were in Mexico, but they were still in public. They were supposed to be here as friends. That was the story. He wasn’t exactly allowed to mark his territory.
“Ilya,” Ilya said, sticking out his hand.
“I’m Damien,” the guy replied, nodding at Ilya. But then his eyes went right back to Shane. “I met your friend here a few years ago,” he said. He still didn’t look at Ilya, even though in theory he was talking to him. “It was a good time. I’ve thought about you a lot.” His voice was too low, two sexy. It was terrible.
Shane looked uncomfortable, which was the one saving grace.
No, of course Ilya wasn’t happy that he was miserable, he wouldn’t want that. He was just glad Shane didn’t looked pleased to see this guy.
“Good to see you man,” Shane said. “But I’ll-”
Damien gave him a slow smile. He didn’t try to touch him again, since Shane hadn’t reacted to the first, but stepped in close. Too close for comfort. He was big, bigger the Shane, towering over him, even, and looked about ready to pin him to the floor.
No one was allowed to do that except Ilya.
“I think we were just leaving,” Ilya said, “This club isn’t really our scene,” He grabbed Shane’s wrist and physically pulled him away. “Weren’t you just saying you wanted to go back to the hotel? Let’s go.”
Shane didn’t put up a fight, and despite being the one who was being dragged, he made it to the door first.
Ilya looked at his untouched Corona when they reached the cool night air.
“I hate clubbing,” Shane muttered. He handed his beer to someone going in, who took it without questioning it and just offered a cheerful “Gracias.” Ilya did the same, and handed it to his friend. He was even mad when she winked at him. No one was allowed to flirt with either of them.
“Me too,” Ilya said. “Let’s go.”
“Where?” Shane asked.
Like hell were they going to another club. Like hell were they going anywhere else tonight except their hotel room.
“Back to the hotel,” Ilya said through gritted teeth.
Shane smiled for the first time in an hour.
“Thank God,” Shane said.
Of course Shane had hooked up with other guys. And one of them had been in Mexico. He’d even told Ilya that. But it set Ilya off to actually have to see the evidence.
He was never going to Mexico again.
They would change their flights and leave in the morning.
But first, Ilya had to make sure Shane knew exactly who he belonged to, and that guys like Damien were not allowed to so much as look at him, forget touch him, ever again. They could not measure up, and Ilya was going to prove it to him. Right now. At least three times, until he proved his point.
But he didn’t think Shane would mind.
He wouldn’t go to Mexico ever again, either.