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Ilya has been completely distracted the whole evening. His boyfriend has been flaunting around all night in a suit that fits him so beautifully, and Ilya cannot focus on anything else other than trying to keep distracted to avoid his own suit becoming too tight in his front.
The pair kept their distance as they usually would, other than the occasional run in and passing flirtatious comments to each other, until Shane starts making his way to the bar where Ilya is stood, and Ilya cannot help but stare unsubtly.
“You know, Mr Rozanov.” Shane starts, “It’s impolite to stare.”
Ilya has to take a deep breath. “Yes.” He takes a sip from his whisky to try and compose himself. “I am sorry, Mr. Hollander, but when all I can see is how perfectly that suit fits your ass, and all I can imagine doing is taking it off you, it is hard.”
Shane smirks. “What else is?”
Ilya raises an eyebrow, “What?”
Shane giggles. “What else is hard for you?”
Ilya chokes on his drink. He loves being the cocky one, and he loves how flustered he can make shane, but he also loves when Shane gets drunk and matches his energy.
Shane flags down the bar tender. “Beer, please? Whatever’s on tap is fine.”
“Whatever you would like, Mr. Hollander.” The bartender flashes his beautiful straight smile to Shane.
Ilya notices the lust on the bartenders face, and immediately screws up his own, not taking his eyes off the bartender. Shane notices, and decides this could be fun.
The man places a coaster in front of Shane, and places the beer on top. “On the house.” He whispers.
Shane winks to him, “You’re too kind. What’s your name?”
The bartenders cheeks flush, “Jeremiah, fantastic to meet you. Big fan.”
Shane shakes his hand, then places another on top of the bartenders. “Thank you for your service tonight. It can’t be easy… busy place like this. And I know for sure a lot of these stuck up rich snobs cannot be pleasant to serve.”
Ilya is growing impatient and angry.
Jeremiah smiles, “Well, Mr. Hollander, you certainly make up for it.”
Shane pulls his hands back and takes a sip of his beer, his eyes not leaving the bartender. “What time do you get off tonight?” Shane asks this in a completely innocent, making conversation, type way. But to Ilya and the bartender, it’s anything but that.
Ilya kicks Shane under the bar, making Shane jump slightly and shoot him a half glare half smirk.
“Oh, uh, 1am. Not terrible… Why’d you ask?” Ilya accidentally scoffs out loud at the desperation in his voice.
“Oh, just making conversation, Jeremiah.” Shane almost slurs his words, “What are you doing after?”
Ilya grabs Shane’s arm and pulls him away, moving towards a hallway on the empty side of the room. Shane literally cannot keep his giggles in. Ilya is walking at such a speed that Shane is struggling to not trip as he drags him.
“Where are you-.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Ilya interrupts
Shane swallows and keeps following. They reach the end of the black marble hallway and Ilya opens a door on the left. It’s a small closet, filled with some toiletry supplies and a rack of taupe hand towels at the back of the wall.
Ilya shuts the door and places a broom against the handle, in hopes of wedging it shut.
“What the fuck were you doing?” Ilya does not seem even slightly impressed.
Shane tries hard to hold his smile and his laugh inside. “How does it feel to be on the receiving side of the fake flirting to rile the other up?”
“Are you fucking kidding, Hollander? ‘What time do you get off?’ ‘What are you doing after?’ I thought the guy maybe already came prematurely in his cheap polyester pants when you asked. This is not funny fake flirting. This is real flirting.”
Shane steps forward to Ilya, “Wait, you’re mad for real?”
Ilya scoffs, “You are very smart but also very not smart sometimes.”
“Ilya,” Shane’s voice softens. “I was just trying to rile you up. I didn’t actually want to persue anything… I’m sorry-.”
“Your knees. Get on them. Now.”
Shane’s eyes widen. “Okay, but wait, can you actually let me apologise? You were clearly hurt, and I am sorry, sometimes I maybe don’t entirely understand how to do things like this.”
Ilya’s heart softens slightly. He places a kiss on Shane’s forehead, letting Shane know he knows, then locks back into it. “Knees.”
Shane nods and kneels down one leg at a time. He presses his forehead softly into Ilya’s crotch, nustling his head slightly, before looking up to stare at Ilya.
“I’m sorry.” Shane says.
“Belt.” Ilya instructs.
Shane reaches up to pull the belt out of the loop, moving slowly and with intent, never breaking eye contact. He pulls on it to pull the prong from the hole, then slips it out of the buckle, pulling it out of the rest of the loops and letting it fall to the ground.
Ilya absolutely fucking adores Shane like this. It turns him on more than he can explain when Shane is this submissive and so keen to please him.
“Button.”
Shane undoes the button, waiting patiently for his next instruction.
“Zipper.”
He grabs the zipper in between his teeth and pulls it down, and Ilya almost loses all composure. Shane’s eyes are still completely locked on Ilya.
Ilya nods, signalling for him to continue.
Shane pulls Ilya’s trousers down to his ankles, and stares down at his extremely tight Calvin Klein boxer shorts. He nustles into them again, and feels Ilya reach down and run a hand through his hair, before grabbing a fistful of his hair.
“Hollander.” Ilya says. “I’m going to fuck your throat so good it forgets how to say another man’s name ever again.”
Shane gulps. He nods. “Please.”
Shane pulls Ilya’s boxers down, and Ilya’s cock bounces out.
“Take it.” Ilya commands.
Shane literally does not waste a second before welcoming it into his mouth in its entirety, which makes Ilya gasp, loudly.
Ilya takes his other hand and places that in Shane’s hair also, before tilting Shane’s head back slightly and getting to work, and Shane takes it incredibly well.
“Next time you want to be a slut, remember that you are only my slut.” Ilya grunts. “I do not share.”
Shane hums in agreeance, which vibrates against Ilya, and makes him moan loudly and begin to thrust faster.
Shane grabs onto Ilya’s hips and tries his best to assist, his tongue moving all around and his head bopping in time with Ilya’s thrusts. He himself, had also grown incredibly hard in his own pants.
“You are mine Hollander. Only mine. Oh fuck, I love you so much.” Ilya pants. “Fucking. Mine.”
Shane hums before bringing one of his hands down to cup Ilya’s balls. Shane can’t even contain his own moans, he’s enjoying this way too much for it to even count as any sort of punishment.
Ilya does not last long, before he releases into Shane’s throat, a loud moan following. Shane swallows and gasps as Ilya pulls his full length out his mouth. Shane kisses his sensitive tip, and Ilya gasps.
Ilya also wastes no time, pulling Shane up, kissing him messily, before kneeling down himself. He has Shane’s trousers and boxers down by his ankles in less than 5 seconds and immediately takes the full length of Shane’s dick into his mouth. Shane cannot help but moan. Very loudly.
Ilya shushes him. Hypocritical, maybe, but he was completely sex drunk he forgot how in public they were until now.
“Fuck, Rozanov.” Shane exhales.
Ilya goes hard and fast, placing his large hands on Shane’s backside to help steady him, as Shane was already feeling like jelly.
“Holy fucking shit, Roz-.” Shane’s breaths grow quicker. “I’m gonna come. Fuck. Too soon.”
“Show. Don’t tell. Shut up.” Ilya whispers, then takes Shane’s into his mouth again.
Shane doesn’t listen. He moans loudly, “Jesus christ.”
Three knocks sound from behind them and both boys immediately jump.
“Hello?” A muffled voice calls out from behind the door.
Ilya looks up to Shane, grins, and takes Shane’s cock back into his mouth.
Shane tries to push Ilya away, wriggling and shoving his head, but Ilya grabs his behind and pulls him in, locking on.
“Get fucking off! There is someone outside!” Shane’s voice is barely a whisper.
Ilya obviously does not listen, and goes faster.
“Hello?” The voice calls out again.
“Fuck.” Shane whispers, before clearing his throat to be able to call back to the person, “Hey, sorry, I uh, I needed to, um, pray. I’ll be out in a few.”
Ilya chokes out a laugh and it makes Shane stifle a moan.
“The fuck? Hollander?”
Shane’s blood runs cold. “Hayden?”
Ilya goes faster. Shane covers his mouth.
“Pray? Since when the fuck do you pray? And why in a closet, fucking weirdo? Let me in, I’ve been looking for you for twenty minutes, asshole.”
Shane takes slow deep breaths, and during so a moan escapes. He’s seconds away from finishing into his ‘arch rival’ boyfriend’s mouth whilst his completely clueless best friend is less than two metres away.
“Shane? Are you fucking someone in there!?” Hayden laughs loudly.
“What!? No, Hayden, get me at the bar, Fuck.”
Ilya squeezes Shane’s balls and that’s what tips him over the edge. Shane has to quickly slap his hand over his own mouth as he shakes and moans into his hand. His cheeks immediately begin to burn as he realises how loud he had just been during climax.
“Jesus Christ, Shane, I’m not sticking around to hear this any longer. Catch you at the bar, you freak!” Hayden calls out.
Ilya releases Shane and cannot help but laugh. He stands to face Shane and leans in to kiss him, but Shane pushes him away, swatting at his bicep.
“You fucking asshole!” Shane laughs.
“No, you are the asshole. I hope this teaches you to never flirt ever again.” Ilya places a finger under Shane’s chin and kisses him.
“Fuck, I might just go out there and flirt with Hayden if that’s what I get for it.” Shane breaths.
Ilya shoots him a ‘Don’t you fucking dare’ look.
They both sort themselves out, help each other straighten up their clothes and hair, and Shane clears his throat before removing the broom from the handle and peering out. He looks back to Ilya and nods, signaling an ‘all clear.’
“I’ll go first.” Shane says. “You wait a minute or two.”
Shane steps out first and starts walking out into the hallway. Ilya is stubborn and doesn’t wait before peering out to see if it’s safe to follow. It is, so he does.
Shane hears Ilya’s footsteps behind and turns around to scold him.
“You fucking weirdo!” Hayden jumps out from a doorway, playfully punching Shane’s arm.
Shane stops dead in his tracks and grabs Hayden’s arm, trying to twirl him in the direction of the bar, hoping, desperately, that he does not notice Rozanov standing behind them.
“Hayd, let’s get a drink!” Shane cheers.
“Oh shit, Hollander. Have you hidden her back there in that room?” Hayden turns around.
Ilya is like a deer in headlights. He snaps out of it quickly and adjusts his tie before continuing his steps towards them.
“Pike. Hollander. What are you both doing back here? Sneaking off for some alone time?” Ilya teases, trying to secure a cover.
Hayden pauses, his eyebrows raised, his mouth slightly agape. “Rozanov… the fuck did you just come from?”
“Bathroom.” Ilya shrugs, answering quickly.
Hayden looks back to the bathroom. Noticing the ‘out of order sign’, looking back to Ilya.
Ilya looks over his shoulder, noticing the sign clearly posted on the door. “Ah… When you have got got to go, you got to go, yes?”
Hayden studies Ilya carefully, then turns his gaze to Shane, looking him up and down.
“Nuh uh.” Hayden breathes out.
Shane swallows and tries to force a confused look on his probably now panicked and anxious one. “Dude, what?”
Hayden speeds down the hallway to the closet the pair were just in and pushes the door open. Empty. He turns on his heel and walks back up the hallway, facing the two.
“Hayd.” Shane says carefully.
Hayden turns and his eyes once’s again dart between the pair. “Fucking Rozanov!?”
Shane’s heart sinks down. “Hayd, please. Can we talk later back in our room? We’ve been gone for a while, I think we need to get back-.”
“No shit!” Hayden exclaims, “My god, I think I feel faint. You were in there… with him. Oh my god. I have a tummy ache.”
Ilya scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Canadians. Drama queens.”
“You shut the fuck up Rozanov!” Hayden snaps.
Ilya starts walking to close the distance between the three of them. He turns his body to face Hayden and his expression turns serious
“Hayden, you will not tell anyone.” Ilya warns.
Hayden scoffs and laughs, “Unbelievable! Shane, I will see you back at the room. Okay? Jesus.” Hayden rubs his face in his hands then dissapears around the corner of the wall back to the bar.
Ilya rests a hand on Shane’s shoulder.
Shane lets out a loud, long exhale, “We really need to stop being so reckless.”
Ilya shrugs, “Yes. But maybe was not as bad as Rose Landry walking in whilst I was inside you.”
Shane rests his head on Ilya’s shoulder. “No, I think this is maybe worse.”
***
The keycard opens the door and Shane enters into he and Hayden’s room.
Hayden is already in his pyjamas and sat in bed when Shane enters. He walks over and sits at the side of his own bed.
“Hey.” Shane says softly.
Hayden looks up from his phone and places it down on his chest, “Hey.”
“I’m sorry.”
Hayden laughs gently, “I need you to go from the top.”
“Way too long of a story.” Shane laughs back, “Uh, rookie season. We hooked up. Then kept hooking up. Like every summer.”
Hayden’s eyes widen, “Rookie season?”
Shane nods, “Yeah. Somewhere along the way, I kinda was stupid… and reckless… and accidentally kinda fell in love with him.”
“Jesus, man.” Hayden sighs, “In love? With Rozanov!?”
“Yeah.” Shane wastes no time confirming. “Like, so much it kinda kills me.”
“Gross.” Hayden blurts, his face quickly dropping, “The love! Not the fact that you’re g- Well, you know! I don’t know. I’m still hung up on the fact that I heard you fucking Rozanov in a closet… of all places! That’s symbolic.”
Shane laughs and throws himself down onto his side. Relief flows through him. “I’m sorry I never told you. I’ve only ever told my parents and Rose about us. And that was only because my dad walked in on Ilya and I kissing, and Rose and I had a movie night date that I forgot about completely, and when she let herself in… Ilya was kinda in me.”
“Way too much fucking detail.” Hayden shudders and Shane feels his cheeks heat up from embarrassment. “But holy shit, you guys are really bad at not getting caught.”
Shane nods, “Yeah I think third strike really taught us a lesson.”
Hayden laughs. “Hey man… I’m not exactly thrilled it’s Rozanov… but I am happy for you. and I love you. Nothing ever changes that. Not even the traumatic experience of hearing Rozanov and you fucking in a closet.”
“I love you, man.” Shane feels himself tear up.
“Holy fuck.” Hayden jumps up, “Is Ilya Boston Lily!?”
Shane laughs and nods.
“Shane, I think you should know that Jackie has her added to the WAGS group chat.” Hayden says. “That’s going to be a difficult conversation. They’re all kinda obsessed with Lily.”
“What the fuck!?” Shane gasps, “And Ilya just ran with it!?”
Hayden nods, “Yeah, dude! They were talking about Keeping Up With the Kardashian’s last night. I think he kinda loves being a WAG.”
“Of course he does.”