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Just coming out of the shower, Ilya wipes his hair with his towel as he makes his way over to Shane, who is lying down on the bed, scrolling on his phone.
Noticing the frown on Shane's face, Ilya jumps into bed onto Shane and wraps his large arms around Shane's body, taking in the heat. The small droplets of water coming off of Ilya's body wets Shane's clothes a little bit, but he has other things on his mind right now. Ilya places his head within the crook of Shane's neck and asks him, "What's wrong, моя любовь?"
Ilya's eyes make their way to Shane's screen, just before he turns off his phone, to see that Shane was on Ilya's profile. "Looking at me I see? You can just look at me here, right now. I'm in front of you, no?" He asks, teasing Shane, but also feeling a bit jealous of himself. He's right here, what does Shane need his Instagram for? Shane groans but smiles as he closes his eyes, saying, "No... that's not it."
Ilya lifts his head up from Shane's shoulder and raises an eyebrow, "Well, what is it then?" Shane looks at him, still smiling, but saying "You're going to think it's stupid." So what? Ilya thinks, and says. "So? Tell me anyways. Let me decide if it is stupid or not."
Shane groans loudly in a playful manner, and lifts himself up so he's more so sitting than lying on the bed, which causes him to be temporarily disbanded from Ilya's body. Ilya quickly gets up too, and readjusts himself to be near Shane again. Shane then turns on his phone with one hand, and ruffles Ilya's hair with his other.
"Okay. No judging." Shane says. Ilya looks offended, but he's not really offended. "Me? Judge? Never. When have I ever judged you or anyone?" Shane's mouth turns upwards and rolls his eyes. "Okay Ilya."
Shane then goes back onto Instagram, and onto Ilya's Instagram, and to Ilya's shock, Ilya's following. A few thoughts rush through Ilya's mind. Why was he frowning at my following? Am I following someone bad? Someone he doesn't like? He said it was stupid so it can't be like I followed a murderer. Well, I think I would know if I was following a murderer.
Ilya patiently waited for Shane to explain what was bothering him, but all Shane did was scroll a bit into Ilya's following, and then stared at Ilya. "What? Shane, talk. What's wrong with my following."
Shane sighed, and adjusted himself again so that he could properly face Ilya without turning his head. He looks at his phone for a second and says, "Who's Katherine Pitch?" Ilya grins as soon as he realizes, "You are jealous. You are jealous that I am following pretty girls that I used to have sex with, no?"
Shane closes his eyes and puts down his phone as he rolls to the other side of the bed and groans, "I knew you'd find it stupid," but then rolls back to face Ilya. "But why are you still following her?"
Ilya looks at Shane. "Why... would I not?" Shane looks at Ilya. "Because you guys aren't hooking up anymore? I'd hope?" Shane adds that last part as a joke, sort of. He knows Ilya wouldn't cheat, but he's still a bit nervous. Now it's Ilya's turn to groan and roll over. He rolls over onto his back and looks Shane in the eye as he says, "It was in the past. Way long ago. I can't even remember it now. Like it never happened."
Shane creeps closer to Ilya's face, "So... why are you still following her then?" Ilya grins, liking this possessive side of Shane. He doesn't mind unfollowing her, or anyone else Shane wants him to unfollow, and could even do it in a heartbeat, but he loves to tease Shane. So he decides to let it drag a little before actually unfollowing her. "Why not?” He shrugs. "I like to see what she gets up to these days. Let's see," he presses on her profile from Shane's phone, "Oh I remember this post. She is having fun in Italy with her friends. Wow, they look pretty." Ilya says, as he very conspicuously looks at Shane to gauge his reaction.
Shane, as expected, is not taking it well. "Yeah. I guess they do. You know, I guess they all look good. All 153 random girls you follow." Ilya gets up from the bed immediately, spitting on the floor. "Shane, you counted all the girls I hooked up with from my following?"
Shane groans again and lies down on the bed as he covers his flushed face with his pillow. "No. Maybe. Yeah. Is it bad if I did?" Ilya comes over closer to Shane to take the pillow off of his face, as Shane then holds it down at his waist. "No, not at all. I think it is very cute when you get jealous like this."
Shane laughs, "Fuck you." Ilya cups his face and runs his fingers over Shane's freckles and says, "I will unfollow them if you want. All 153 of them. It doesn't matter to me. What matters to me is you, Hollander." Shane tries to cover up his face again to avoid Ilya from seeing him blushing, but his smile peeks through. "Okay," he says, while smiling. He wouldn't admit it (but he would if Ilya asked), but he was secretly really happy that Ilya would unfollow all of his past hookups. Suddenly, a thought hit him.
Ilya was knocked back as Shane suddenly sat upright and asked, "What about the guys you hooked up with?" Ilya raised an eyebrow. "What about them?" Shane looked at Ilya and asked, "How many of them are you following?" Ilya laughed, but said, "Not many. But I'll unfollow them too. I'm keeping Sasha and Sveta though." Shane leaned on Ilya's shoulder, and mumbled, "Okay. You better unfollow all of them. I'm watching."
As Ilya goes through his following to unfollow each and every one of them, Shane asks, “Are you still talking to any of them?" Ilya responds, "Other than Sveta and Sasha, no. I haven't talked to any of them in a while. Not since I had you." Ilya manages to quickly sneak in a kiss on Shane's cheek while saying that. "Okay." Shane says.
Shane wouldn't admit, unless Ilya asked really nicely, but it was really bothering him. When he looked at Ilya's following. It just reminded him of how sexually experienced Ilya was, and caused him to wonder if Ilya's sad that he can't be with so many people anymore. It was a silly thought, but it was a thought nonetheless. Shane knew that he would understand if Ilya didn't want to unfollow these people, especially if he was still in contact with them, especially if he was friends with some of them. But he was really glad that Ilya did unfollow them. Shane didn't follow his hookups (only 2 other than Ilya, but still) or his ex-girlfriend (other than Rose Landry, who Ilya sometimes got jealous about), but he knew he would if Ilya wanted him to. He'd unfollow everyone if it was what Ilya truly wanted.
As Ilya still went through his following, as there was a lot, Shane would occasionally help him out. "I am trying to remember if I had hooked up with her or not." Ilya said, furrowing his brow. "You did," Shane responded. "There was a tabloid article with her mentioned." Ilya looked at Shane and grinned, "You did research on them?" Shane tried hiding his face with the pillow again, but it was a futile attempt as Ilya easily knocked it out of the way and climbed onto Shane.
"Tell me, did you search up just her? Or a few? Or was it all of them?" Ilya asked as he physically looked down on Shane. Shane giggled as he was stuck under Ilya and said, "I'm not telling you, you fucker." Ilya looked at Shane sternly but in a playful manner, as if he were pretending to be a concerned or upset teacher, "That is not a very nice word Shane. Tell me, now." Shane looked at Ilya in the eyes and a big smile formed on his face. "Only if you ask nicely."
Ilya's eyes widened. "Only if I ask nicely? Well, let's see how nice I can ask." Ilya slowly makes his way downwards, letting go of Shane's arms, and Shane enjoys the view as Ilya quickly goes down. He couldn't say that he was displeased with this outcome, they'll just have to postpone the mass unfollowing some time later.