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Shane didn't take many pictures, his gallery was almost empty. He had pictures of him and his team, of him and his parents, of him and Hayden's kids… Nothing crazy. Or maybe it was crazy, but in the how-come-you-barely-have-photos-when-you’ve-had-a-phone-for-years way. His phone might be deprived of memories, but his bedroom back at the cottage definitely wasn't.
He had a small nightstand next to his bed where he would keep dozens of polaroids.
Shane and Ilya would frequently go through them when they stayed at the cottage, the blond one often clinging to his boyfriend while this one went through the pictures with that soft look of his. Ilya would look up at the pictures of himself (because yes, most of those pictures were just Ilya being hot) and flash a smug smile. Often, in times like those, Shane would scoff and put the polaroids aside to go tease Ilya about his overflowing cockiness. At the end of the night, Shane would always end up just giving him more reasons to be cocky.
Anyhow, right now, they were in a pretty similar situation.
Ilya, head resting over his boyfriend's chest, nuzzled against Shane's side.
Shane, head pressed against the headboard, with about a dozen polaroids in his hands.
“I haven't seen these in a bit,” Shane spoke softly, a gentle smile over his lips.
“You love watching me, yes?”
Ilya wears that signature grin of his, his head tilting back to look up at his boyfriend.
“Fuck you.”
“No, no. I fuck you and you like it.”
Shane doesn't hide the grin that appears on his lips at that comment.
Anyway.
The first picture in Shane’s hand is Ilya sitting on one of the lounge chairs in the cottage’s yard. The picture’s taken from an angle where you can see the lake but still see the blond’s figure. He was shirtless and slightly damped and the dawn light cast a golden glow over his skin.
“Golden Hour is so pretty.”
Ilya slightly frowned, not sure what Shane meant by that.
“Golden Hour?”
“Yeah, you know when the sun is about to rise or to set and the light outside is kind of orange?”
“Ah, yes, yes. It is pretty. I look pretty too, no?”
Ilya looked up at Shane with that teasing grin of his.
“You look pretty.”
Shane simply folded. The Russian does look pretty.
The next picture was Ilya sitting on the living room couch, the morning light seemingly bothering his eyes as his hand was extended towards the camera, as if about to shut it off, though his lips were curled in a cheeky little smile.
“You were naked.”
Ilya said, that little cheeky grin, just like in the picture, back on his lips.
“Yeah, well, I got you blushing on camera, so it was worth it.”
“Yes, and I got a picture of you naked too. Worth it, no?”
The next polaroid showed Ilya squeezing Shane’s cheeks to make him kiss his own, his other hand holding the camera. The blond boy was smirking and winking at the camera as Shane’s grin showed through his kissy lips.
The following picture showed Ilya on a lounge chair again, but in this one he wasn't alone. The photo was a POV of Shane, laying on the lounge chair as his boyfriend kneeled by the foot of it and kissed up his thigh.
We all know how that ended.
The next one was Ilya sleeping on the couch outside, the fire casting a soft light on his face. Shane remembered having gone inside to the toilet for roughly two minutes and coming back to his boyfriend having practically passed out of exhaustion.
“You woke me up taking that picture.”
“Yeah, sorry about that.”
The next one was another Shane POV. Ilya, lying back on the bed, his curls spread across the pillow, and his torso bare. You can see Shane’s thighs, straddling Ilya, peaking through the bottom of the picture. The Russian is smiling softly, a smile that says more than a thousand words, a smile reserved only for Shane.
The next one pictures both boys in the lake, water up to their hips and Ilya kissing Shane’s cheek with an amused smile.
“You were blushing here,” Ilya pointed out, bringing one of his hands up to squeeze his boyfriend’s cheeks teasingly.
“Yeah, well, I believe it's pretty normal seeing as how my mom took this picture,” Shane protested.
The following picture showed Ilya on his knees.
Do you really need more details?
…
Alright, fine.
Ilya was on his knees, fully naked, Shane's dick deep into his mouth. The blond's cocky eyes, even in a situation like that, looked for the camera.
Whose idea was it to take that picture?
Well, if you guessed Ilya then you're wrong.
…
“You touch yourself looking at this, yes?”
Ilya rolled over Shane, smirking.
Shane would love to deny it, but he doesn't like to lie.
“Maybe”
“Maybe? You want me to do that again?”
“Yeah”
Shane's voice was a small whisper…
…
Like usual, the pictures got abandoned on top of the night stand before the two boys could even get through half of the stack.
Anyway, you can imagine what's going on right now with them, right?
Let's leave them to it, you and me can keep looking at the pictures.
The following one was taken from the kitchen, the camera capturing the yard in front of the lake. Ilya was standing in front of the grill, one hand on his hip and the other one grabbing tongs.
Next one pictured Yuna and Ilya cooking together, the woman looking at him as she seemed to laugh. The blond was saying something with a bright and amused smile. David was looking for something in a cabinet at the right side of the picture, he was laughing too.
The next picture was of both Ilya and Shane. Ilya was sitting on the bed, wearing a Montreal Metros shirt, with a shirtless Shane sitting between his legs, looking up front (perhaps at a TV). The Russian had taken the picture while hugging his boyfriend from the back, so you couldn't really see Shane's face. Ilya, though, wore a little proud smirk.
The next one was of Ilya laying on Shane’s bed, completely na-
Oh, well it seems like Shane accidentally scattered the pictures on the floor while looking for a condom…
I think that's enough Ilya pictures for one night, right? Maybe next time it could be his pictures of Shane that we look at.