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Shane didn’t know what it was with him tonight. He loved his boyfriend, he loved him dearly, but they weren’t public with anything yet. They were keeping everything on the down low. They were limiting everything to friends and family, to the people they trusted the most with that information. They needed to behave in their usual rivalry manner in public, so that people wouldn’t think there was anything between them, so that they wouldn’t disturb the status quo. So that they could keep living their lives.
And yet, for some reason, at this awards party, he couldn’t stay away from Ilya.
There was… there was something. He just couldn’t put his finger on it. No matter how long he was away from Ilya, mingling with other people, he always ended up drawn back over to him. A small part of him hoped that people hadn’t noticed him being inexplicably drawn to Ilya all evening, because he didn’t want to explain to anyone that he didn’t know why, he just had to be there.
Ilya, unfortunately, had noticed. Unfortunately, because he was going to be a little shit about it, and Shane knew it.
“You are back for more?”
Shane rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t hide the faint pink that was tinting his cheeks. “I’m not back for anything,” he answered stubbornly, even though he knew that was a lie. He was back for something. He just didn’t know what.
Ilya was smirking at him, though. In that way that Shane knew meant he’d seen right through him. “You are still very bad liar, Hollander.”
Shane scoffed. “I’m not lying—”
Ilya leaned in closer, that infuriating smirk still on his face. “And you keep lying. It only gets worse. Stop lying, Hollander. You want something.”
It was as he leaned in closer that Shane realised it. He realised why he kept coming back. And he hated both himself and Ilya for it. Normally he didn’t think much about Ilya aside from how he looked, and what he said. One turned him on, the other infuriated him. But today, today of all days, he kept being drawn back by something completely different.
Never once, never once, had he been drawn to Ilya by how he smelled.
(Other than, of course, the musky smell of sex that turned him the fuck on and had him on his knees in seconds.)
But this scent, it was new. He hadn’t smelled it on Ilya before or, if he had, not this intensely. A warm, spicy scent, mixed with warmer notes and the splash of freshness that was citrusy and floral, it had Shane desperate for more. Desperate for just one more sniff. Desperate for just one moment more surrounded by that scent—
And it was quickly becoming associated with Ilya in his mind.
He didn’t usually like unannounced changes like this, but this time… this time, he’d let it slide. If only because it was fucking intoxicating and he couldn’t get enough of it. And, of course, Ilya had noticed that he couldn’t get enough of it.
The fucker had probably planned it.
What Shane was now realising, though, was that there was no way he could keep pretending that there was no reason for him coming over to Ilya all the time. Heck, if Ilya was noticing, the rest of the room was probably noticing too. He had to be quick and get it out of the way, efficiently, before—
“Come on, Hollander,” Ilya’s voice was right by his ear now, and the new scent of him, of whatever he was wearing filled Shane’s nostrils. It took all his willpower (and the knowledge that he was in a public place) for him to not drop to his knees there and then. “What is it you want?”
The quietest of whimpers left Shane’s lips. “You smell so good,” he mumbled, and he knew that got a smirk from Ilya. A triumphant smirk. Like he’d won some sort of game.
“I taste even better.”
Fuck.
Ilya pulled away, barely hidden desire in his eyes as he gave Shane a once over, before he moved to pass him. As he did so, he leaned over quickly, his whisper just loud enough fo him to hear,
“My room. Ten minutes.”
Shane closed his eyes, steadying his breaths as he heard Ilya walk away, the scent following him. He had to wait, he had to make sure it wasn’t suspicious.
Those five minutes he waited before following Ilya out of the room were the longest five minutes of his life.