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“Hold still, I need to make sure I get it everywhere.” Shane’s half-kneeling on the bed with a fluffy towel around his waist from the shower they’ve just gotten out of. Ilya is lying naked and stretched out on his stomach, his head turned toward him. Long, lean muscles all under Shane’s fingertips.
“I am holding still,” Ilya protests and hisses when Shane applies more aloe gel to the bright red skin on the nape of his neck and down his shoulder blades.
“I’m having second thoughts about joining the Ottawa team or any Canadian team. With stupid Canadian wolf birds and deadly sun.”
“I’ll keep you safe from the wildlife up here, don’t worry.” Shane watches the profile of Ilya’s face as he tries to hold still, biting his lower lip through the obvious pain of his terrible sunburn. They’d been swimming, hanging around on the rocks along the shore, and having fun all afternoon. He feels a little guilty for Ilya getting the sunburn of a lifetime since he is, in part, if not entirely, responsible for rubbing most of the sunblock off of him. All while doing things that would make his parents blush should they show up unannounced once more at his cottage.
“I guess you’ll have to stay on your stomach for a while, huh?” Shane teases as he puts the aloe gel on the bedside table, grabbing Ilya’s meaty ass cheek in his hand and giving it a squeeze, finding his confidence in them and this boyfriend thing between them with every passing day of summer.
“Or keep you on your stomach, to prevent wandering hands?” Ilya jokes as he manhandles Shane onto the bed easily and rolls him over, his large palm clamping down on the nape of Shane’s neck while he lets his other hand trail down to the cleft of Hollanov’s ass. His touch is soft and teasing all the way down to his taint. Shane pushes into it, silently asking for exactly what Ilya is offering.