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2012
Lily: i get 🍑 next week??
Jane: Your flirting is getting lazy.
Lily: Jane, you are very pretty girl.
Jane: Asshole.
Lily: I am serious. If you wore nice dress, I would come in pants.
Jane: You’re gross.
Lily: Say it back.
Jane: You’re gross?
Lily: Say I am pretty.
You text Lily all day and never call her beautiful.
Jane: Fuck off.
Lily: ☹️
2015: Boston
“What if I got you something?” Ilya whispers into Shane’s ear.
Ilya was pressed against Shane’s back, fucking deep into him. Shane moans, just like he’s moaned from every thrust.
“Maybe next time, I pick out pair of pretty red panties for you to wear for me, huh?”
“Fuck off,” Shane says through gritted teeth. “Come on, just, just….” Shane shifts to reposition them.
Ilya doesn’t speak again until they both come. The afterglow is friendly, brief, casual, the type of normal they’ve fallen into. Shane doesn’t bring up the panties comment.
2017: Tampa
Shane is laying on Ilya’s chest. He strokes circles into the space right above Ilya’s nipple, giggling. The intense intimacy of the early evening still hangs thick in the air, but a soft glow has settled around them.
“And maybe the time after that,” Ilya continues, “I bring handcuffs. But only if hotel has proper baseboard.”
“Okay,” Shane says. “If you can get them on me, you can fuck me in handcuffs.”
“Oh, a challenge?” Ilya laughs, squeezing Shane’s shoulder. “You think I can’t overpower you.”
“I’m gonna make you work for it,” Shane says.
“You always do.” Ilya gives him a brief kiss on the forehead.
“And the time after that….” Ilya’s tone is still light, but she pauses a moment. “I put you in wig and frilly underwear.”
Shane stiffens. “Why did you say that?” He sits up from Ilya’s hold. “Is it because I just told you I’m gay? You think that means I want to…. You think that means I like girly stuff?”
“No, no,” Ilya says, reaching to touch him, but stopping just short. “I am teasing, right?”
“It feels like you’re just another one of the guys in the locker room calling each other faggot.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. Just a joke, right?” Ilya starts rubbing Shane’s back. “I won’t make joke like that again. You are manly man. Big strong hockey champion. Gay like Sparta.”
“Fuck off,” Shane says, but a smile breaks through. He eases back down onto the bed.
“I am teasing about handcuffs too,” Ilya says.
“You're getting the handcuffs.”
Summer 2017: The Cottage
Ilya is making coffee in the kitchen while Shane gets dressed. The weight of the future is like a single dark cloud far off in the distant, easy enough to ignore for now.
“What the fuck?”
Ilya hears Shane in the other room. He storms out, holding a pair of black lace panties.
“Whose are these?” Shane is furious. “You brought some girl’s underwear to my fucking house?”
“No.” Ilya’s shoulder’s are clenched, head bent down, hands gripping the counter. Ilya does not look at Shane.
“Well they aren’t mine!” Shane shouts, incredulous.
“They are not ‘some girl’s’ underwear,” Ilya says tightly. “I bought them.”
Shane pauses a moment. “Look, we talked about this. Just because I’m gay, doesn’t mean I want to wear lipstick or be a drag queen or, or,” he sets the underwear down on the counter and covers his eyes with his hand.
“I know—” Ilya starts.
“You just told me that you don’t miss women,” Shane starts again, cutting him off. “That you don’t need to sleep around anymore. Is this the compromise? I have to wear lingerie to keep you happy?”
“They are for me.” Ilya is still gripping the counter. She hasn’t moved.
“Really?” Shane asks.
Ilya glances up for a brief moment to try to get a read of Shane’s face.
Shane is watching him, carefully. “So you would wear these? During sex?”
“It’s stupid idea. You shouldn’t have found them. I shouldn’t have brought them.” Ilya swipes the underwear off the counter and stalks off toward the bedroom.
“Wait,” Shane says, following him. “You should wear them.”
Ilya crams the underwear into his suitcase. She zips it closed before turning to Shane. “It’s fine. Stupid idea.”
“Okay, well,” Shane says, stepping toward Ilya, his hands reaching for his waist. “Sometime this week, before you went home, if I took off your pants and you were wearing them, it would be….nice.”
Shane pulls Ilya into a kiss. Ilya pulls back slightly, but keeps their foreheads pressed together.
***
Shane is completely naked, while Ilya, frustratingly, is fully clothed. Shane fumbles at Ilya’s shirt buttons, desperate for skin, but Ilya keeps forcing his hands away, distracting him with kisses down his body, palming his cock.
Finally Shane takes hold and flips Ilya on his back, skipping the shirt and going straight for his pants. He tugs them down, revealing the black lace panties. Shane smiles, then pulls the pants the rest of the way off. He immediately goes back up to kiss Ilya.
“I want you to fuck me on my back with your panties on,” Shane breathes into Ilya’s mouth. Ilya rolls them so Shane is on his back again, but spends a few more minutes kissing him.
“Come on, Lily, fuck me,” Shane demands.
Lily moans and complies.