Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Heated Rivalry (TV)

Relationships:

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander & Ilya Rozanov

Characters:

Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov

Additional Tags:

Extended Scene

Language:

English

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Published: 2026-06-15 Words: 5,696 Chapters: 1/1

One Night In A Tampa Hotel

Summary

Shane and Ilya were reunited for the first time since tuna melt down. All weekend they have been flirting, and the day before they both fly out, they are finally alone in Ilya's hotel room. Confessions are made, tears are shed, but what transpired after their first kiss in months? This is my version of events after the cameras cut out, before they both say goodnight.

Notes

The sun had just set over the resort in Tampa Bay. Shane held on tight to a crying Ilya as he straddled him on the hotel bed, rocking them both back and forth. It was their first hug in seven years and a very innocent one at that. There was a slight tremble in Ilya’s arms as they embraced Shane fully. His breathing was trying to slow itself down while a small wet spot formed on Shane’s shirt. Shane would never let him go, not while he was like this. Ilya’s confessions of his father being sick and his mother’s death weighed heavy on Shane’s chest. He had no idea the depths of Ilya’s grief. This moment only being his first glimpse.

Shane played back the last few minutes in his head. He came to Ilya’s hotel room hoping to hook up, of course, but he also wanted them to have an open conversation about their situation. He walked right past Ilya who held the door open for him and sat on the bed without a fuss. It had to happen first otherwise Shane would lose his edge. Shane knew it would be an uphill battle getting Ilya to open up to him, but what he didn’t expect was Ilya to open up so much to the point of tears. Was this Shane’s fault? And that kiss, the one he gave Ilya as he climbed onto his lap, was that okay? Shane historically did not excel at comforting people, but Ilya had trusted him with important information and Shane would rather bite off his own tongue to keep from saying the wrong thing than mess this up right now.

Ilya was the first to move. His arms slid down from around Shane, his head tilted up to look at Shane’s worried face. God, he wanted to kiss him again, there was no one in the world that was a better kisser than Ilya. But he needed to make sure that was what Ilya wanted too, so he patiently waited for Ilya to come to him.

With red eyes and wet cheeks, Ilya leaned in for another kiss. This time, Shane took control of Ilya’s mouth, sliding his tongue past Ilya’s parted lips. Ilya moaned and it went straight to Shane’s thickening cock. It was dizzying having control over Ilya like this, but Shane wanted more. His hands found the curls in the back of Ilya’s head and he pulled slowly, until Ilya’s mouth was exactly where Shane wanted it. With every caress of his tongue and brush of his lips he told Ilya I loved spending time with you this weekend, I am so fucking happy to be in your arms again, and you have no idea how sorry I am for leaving you.

As the kiss deepened, Shane’s desperation for Ilya to touch him grew. His hips began to rock forward against Ilya’s rigid cock trapped beneath his sweatpants, the same cock he fantasized about constantly. The only one that had ever made him come untouched, the only one he ever wanted. Shane wanted Ilya to know how badly he needed him, not just the sex but everything before and everything after. Was Ilya getting the message? Or did it seem like Shane was only here for a quick fuck now that he no longer had a girlfriend?

Finally, Shane pulled back and let Ilya breathe. His swollen pink lips were parted and his glassy eyes never left Shane’s mouth. Shane thought he looked beautiful. After a moment of silence, Ilya finally spoke. “I missed you too”, Ilya whispered. There was no hint of sarcasm or playfulness in Ilya’s voice, just total contentment in what Shane was trying to convey. Shane’s throat began to tighten, he had been waiting for Ilya to say those words. Shane opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out once Ilya’s lips found the tender spot on Shane’s neck just below his ear. He still knows me, Shane thought.

It had been seven long years of yearning and wondering. The slow burn of it all became a blazing fire whenever they were in the same city. But there was something about the way Ilya had whispered his first name that day in November. It set Shane ablaze in a new, terrifying way, and so he made the decision for both of them to extinguish it. He never thought he would get it back, not with anyone else and certainly not with Ilya. The fact that they were both wearing their hearts on their sleeves right now but still so horny for each other was beyond euphoric for Shane. It had been way too long since Shane felt this; the chills, the tension, the sensation of Ilya's strong arms around him, holding him in place like he would float away.

Away…oh no, Shane did have to go away. He had been at the beach all day and was covered in sand and dry sweat. He was not up to his strict standard of cleanliness right now, but leaving Ilya even for a few minutes felt wrong. Ilya licked a bold stripe up the length of Shane’s neck and Shane moaned loudly. Ilya hummed happily before doing it again. He gripped Shane’s ass and whispered just below his ear. “Do I get you all to myself tonight?” An edgy tone to Ilya’s voice suggested he did not want to share. The question made Shane's toes curl. Yes of course you can have me, there's no other place I would rather be than in your bed Ilya.

But first things first. Shane put a gentle hand on Ilya's chest and pushed back slightly. All of a sudden he was terrified of having to tell Ilya he needed to go back to his room. This was exactly the same position they were in last time when Shane got up and left. What if Ilya took it the wrong way? Shane's hands began to shake, and Ilya noticed right away. “Hey, hey what is wrong?” Ilya grabbed both of Shane's hands and brought them to his chest. His glassy eyes full of concern.

“I have to….I’m not….I’ve been at the beach all day and I’m filthy and-”

“Okay, so we shower first ... .what is the problem?” Ilya offered Shane a small smile while rubbing circles on the backs of his hands, soothing him. Shane felt slightly ridiculous explaining it out loud, but Ilya was patiently waiting for an answer and Shane owed him an explanation.

“Well I have to leave to go back to my room and I don't want you to think-” Shane stopped himself from saying the last part out loud, still embarrassed of what he had done.

“You don't want me to think you are ditching me again,” Ilya stated knowingly with a curt nod of his head.

Shane deflated. “Yeah,” he whispered.

“And why do you have to go back to your room?” Ilya raised an eyebrow. “Is hotel I have shower here.”

Shane looked towards the bathroom door and tried to visualize how he could thoroughly clean himself in the shower with Ilya and not look like an idiot. It would not be sexy to watch. After a moment of silence too long, Ilya became amused by watching the gears turn in Shane's head. “If you would like to shower alone, go ahead. I don’t mind.” Ilya chuckled and gestured to the bathroom door. Shane turned back to look at Ilya, a silent request for him to repeat what he just said. ‘Is okay, go shower. I've waited months. I can wait a few more minutes.” Ilya leaned back on his elbows, very nonchalant about his "I've waited months” comment. Shane was screaming inside.

“Okay,” Shane peeled off of Ilya's lap and walked to the bathroom. “I’ll only be a few minutes.” Ilya nodded and Shane closed the door.

Ilya splayed back on the bed, arms wide like he was welcoming whatever was to come next. As soon as the door clicked he couldn’t stop the smile from taking over his face. He’s here, he likes me. Ilya had been an asshole while Shane confessed his feelings and the guilt was starting to creep through the cracks of the walls Shane just busted a hole through.

Ilya was not acting like a dick because he was mad at Shane, the truth was, Ilya had never been more enamored. But Shane’s words were confirming something deep inside Ilya; this was real, his feelings were reciprocated. Shane had only used the word “like,” it wasn’t exactly a paradigm shifting confession but it was more than either of them had ever said in the last seven years. Ilya wasn’t allowed to want this, not by his country, not by his family, not even by his team, that’s why it remained a secret. But Shane was making it so difficult to push him away. The way he held Ilya’s face and kissed him like he needed it to breathe was enough to undo every promise Ilya had ever made to himself that he was going to end this thing with Shane. Ilya could say goodbye a thousand times and all Shane had to do was touch his face, and Ilya would fold.

Shane had a habit of overthinking, which came in handy when trying to keep as big a secret as this. But in these quiet moments when it was just the two of them, Shane’s mind would sometimes be the loudest entity in the room. Ilya knew the signs, Shane would speak in unfinished sentences, try to distance himself physically, his eyes would either bounce around the room or lock onto one spot until Ilya could coax him out of it. But the biggest tell this time was Shane’s trembling hands. Yes, he was showing all of the other signs too but he was shaking like he was scared. Ilya’s first thought was that Shane was scared to be intimate with him again after such a long time, but that didn’t make any sense judging by the way they just kissed. And then he said it, broken and a little hard to follow but he said it. He was scared of upsetting Ilya, he was scared to even suggest leaving again, even for a few minutes and with a promise of coming back. Ilya’s heart broke, Shane was carrying so much guilt from that day. All Ilya wanted to do was wrap Shane's naked body around his own and make the guilt go away.

He knew exactly where Shane had been all day, swimming and playing catch on the beach with most of the team. Ilya avoided it until sunset, until he was too nostalgic to deny himself Shane’s company any longer. Luckily, Shane was there alone when he found him, so breathtakingly beautiful in the soft light. Ilya needed to touch him, to make sure he was real, that Ilya's sadness hadn't conjured him up. The smallest touch, just their thumbs, but it breathed life back into Ilya.

The shower turned off and Ilya was abruptly brought back to reality. The room was suddenly too bright and too warm. He adjusted the thermostat and turned off all the lights except for a lamp next to the bed, because if one thing was going to happen tonight, Ilya was going to map every single one of Shane's freckles on his face. He removed his shirt and pulled back the covers, sliding in, phone in his hand so Shane would never know all Ilya did while he was in the shower was day dream about him.

The bathroom door opened and Shane emerged with just a white towel around his waist, hair wet and water glistening on his chest. Ilya's mouth went dry. He raked his eyes up and down Shane's body. Shane stood awkwardly in the door frame, waiting for instructions. Ilya was going to devour him.

Seductively, Ilya raised a hand, beckoning Shane to him with his finger. Shane obeyed, never looking away from Ilya's eyes. Shane dropped his towel on the way over and Ilya stole a glance at his soft cock. He had a sudden, animalistic urge to swallow it and feel Shane grow hard against his tongue. No, I can’t, he thought. What he needs to do is wind Shane up, tease him and savor him like he’s been wanting to do for months now. One of the greatest moments of Ilya's life was the first time he heard Shane beg, and god did he want Shane to beg tonight.

Shane wasn't even fully on the bed when Ilya grabbed him, pulling him to the center and completely covering Shane's body. Shane's hands flew to Ilya's hair, grabbing fistfuls of curls and pulling their mouths together in a desperate kiss. Shane was warm, his skin soft and damp, and Ilya had never been so sure he was in heaven. Ilya’s tongue lapped over Shane’s again and again, barely letting him breathe. His hands roamed everywhere they could reach, gliding over the smooth skin of Shane’s chest, his thumb stopped and rubbed circles on Shane’s nipple which earned Ilya a delicious little whimper. Ilya’s hand wandered down to Shane’s ass, he gave it a small squeeze before grinding his crotch down onto Shane’s hard. Shane gasped, breaking their kiss and arching his back off the bed. Ilya cursed himself for not taking his sweatpants off before Shane was done showering, his rock hard cock could be skin to skin with Shane’s right now. But the way Shane was looking up at him, lips parted, eyes unfocused and blissed out, made Ilya never want to stop.

Ilya knew he could come like this, they both could, just a few more minutes and Ilya could get them both exactly where they wanted to be. But then it would be over, and Shane would have to go back to his room to sleep before his early flight in the morning. That was not an option. Selfishly, Ilya wanted to keep Shane here until it reached a time in the night where it didn’t make sense for him to go back to his room. Ilya still wanted Shane to sleep in his bed, to wake up next to him, because he did not get the chance last time.

Ilya felt two hands grab the hem of his sweatpants and push them down slightly. He stopped the fierce grinding of his hips and looked at Shane. “Off,” Shane commanded. Ilya obeyed.

It was an awkward angle to take a pair of pants off, Ilya reluctantly removed himself from Shane’s embrace and sat on the bed. He had never hated a pair of pants more in his life. Just as he slid the last of the material off, Shane climbed into his lap, fully sitting down with his ankles crossed behind Ilya’s back. Ilya chucked the sweatpants across the room in a huff, making Shane laugh a little.

“That bad, huh?” Shane joked. Ilya didn’t know if Shane was referring to his desperation for Shane’s body or the fact that he was noticeably pissed off by the world's tightest sweatpants, but Ilya didn’t care either way. There was no hiding right now. Shane probably wasn’t even looking for an answer but Ilya answered anyway.

“Yes, I need you.” Shane’s breath caught in his throat. Ilya leaned in slowly for another kiss, slow enough for the tension to build, to force Shane to close the last few inches of distance between them and show Ilya just how badly he needed him too. This was how Ilya took back control, letting Shane come to him.

Shane wasted no time, he crashed their mouths together and immediately parted his lips, inviting Ilya’s tongue in like he always did. Ilya pulled Shane closer with both arms wrapped around his lower back. Their hard cocks finally slid together, giving them the rough friction they both had been craving. They moaned together, the sound ringing in Ilya’s ears like a beautiful symphony. Shane anchored himself with both hands on Ilya’s shoulders and started grinding down perfectly. Ilya couldn’t help but want to see their cocks together like this so he broke their kiss and peered down. Shane’s cock was sitting higher because of their positioning, but it was leaking obscenely despite nothing really touching the head. Ilya’s cock was trapped between Shane’s lower shaft and balls and Ilya’s stomach. The feeling was immaculate, and he had the best view there was, Shane Hollander naked, pleasuring himself on Ilya’s lap unapologetically.

The view was almost perfect, until Ilya remembered something Shane loved very much. Shane’s mouth was already open so Ilya slid his thumb in, pressing it down slightly into Shane’s tongue. Shane locked eyes with Ilya but he looked like a completely different person. Peering up through his lashes, mouth still open, Shane almost glared at him, his gaze so intense Ilya was at a loss for words. Saliva began to pool under Ilya’s thumb, but Shane had not started to suck like Ilya thought he would. Instead, Shane grabbed Ilya’s wrist and without moving his tongue began to drag it up and down the length, mouth wide open so Ilya could watch. Ilya couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Shane had never done anything like this before. He had Ilya paralyzed, and he knew it. Shane closed his eyes and began to suck, moaning around Ilya’s thumb like a goddamn porn star. The sound travelled through Ilya’s body and went straight to his dick, lighting up every part of him on the way down.

“You little fucking slut,” Ilya growled with all the filth he could muster. Shane began to nod his head yes, eyes still closed and mouth still gently sucking. Ilya had a plan to tease Shane relentlessly until he begged to be fucked, but after seeing that, Ilya was the one practically begging.

The realization hit Ilya like a truck. Every intimate moment they had shared since Shane walked through that door was not Ilya’s doing. It was Shane’s. Shane was the one who openly admitted his feelings, Shane was the one who climbed onto Ilya’s lap to comfort him. Shane was even the one who took control of that filthy kiss that left them both breathless and achingly hard. How could Ilya push him away when Shane was making it so clear what he wanted? The thought of ending this tryst was still in the back of Ilya’s mind, for every reason to end it, he could think of two reasons why they should continue. Especially now that Shane’s perfect naked body was pressed against his own, not an inch of space between them.

He thought briefly about how he would end it, would it be in person or over the phone? Would Shane cry and if so, how would Ilya handle that? He’s not sure he could. But more importantly, how would he keep himself from reaching out to Shane wherever they were in the same city? Even when Shane was with Rose he could still feel that gravitational pull between them, but there was a concrete barrier Ilya was not willing to cross. If he lost Shane by his own hand, there was nothing to keep him from relapsing, and he would continue to hurt Shane over and over, simultaneously giving him what he wanted but keeping him from a life he deserved.

Shane opened his eyes and looked into Ilya’s, his pretty pink lips still wrapped around Ilya’s thumb. I can’t lose you, but I can’t keep you either, Ilya thought to himself. And for the first time, Ilya considered he might be in love.

If he couldn’t have Shane to himself in the way he wanted, he absolutely could still do all of the dirty, disgusting things to him Ilya had always dreamed of. Ilya removed his wet thumb from Shane’s mouth and traced it over his bottom lip. “There is something I have always wanted to do to you.” He tried to hide the excitement in his voice.

“Hmm what’s that?” Shane said dreamily. Ilya grabbed his chin and pulled his face to the side, putting his mouth next to Shane’s ear.

“Fuck you after you’ve already come.”

Shane moaned involuntarily, his body curling into Ilya’s like Ilya had already started doing it. Usually they finished together, or in each other's mouths. But it sounded so hot. Shane coming in whatever way Ilya made him first, then immediately fucking him right after while Shane was still oversensitive and weak, possibly making Shane come for a second time within just a few minutes. Shane’s cock twitched against Ilya's stomach.

“Would you like that?” Ilya teased, still in Shane's ear. Shane nodded eagerly. Ilya brought Shane’s face back to center. “We have never done this before so I will need words.” Ilya’s voice was dead serious and commanding.

“Yes, please.” Shane whimpered.

A wicked smile took over Ilya’s face as he flipped Shane on his back. He kissed down Shane’s neck and chest to his stomach and finally the head of his rigid cock. With a flick of his tongue he tasted the wetness that had already started to gather at the tip. Shane’s body was always so responsive to Ilya and his hips jerked at the contact. Ilya took his time licking and sucking around the head, enjoying the strangled moans coming from this beautiful man.

Without warning, Ilya sucked Shane all the way down, he missed the stretch and burn of deep throating, especially since he had only been exclusively hooking up with women since Shane left. He couldn’t even look at another man without an overwhelming sense of longing for Shane.

Shane gasped and grabbed at the bed sheets. Ilya began to slowly work his mouth up and down, letting his tongue slide along the shaft and sucking gently when he got back to the head. He wanted Shane to feel every little movement and the torturous friction of Ilya’s warm mouth. Shane’s body relaxed into the pillows with a huge sigh of relief.

Ilya’s mind began to wonder about Shane’s time with Rose, because he couldn’t help it. Rose occupied Ilya’s brain almost as much as Shane did. She probably sucked his dick too, but did she make him feel like this? Ilya watched as Shane’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and silently congratulated himself. Of course not, he thought. An hour ago Shane admitted he was “completely” gay. You don’t come to that conclusion after fucking Rose Landry unless is was objectively terrible. Maybe this was the first real relief Shane had gotten in two months, and that brought out a possessiveness in Ilya he was not prepared for. It was not fair that she got to spend more time with him, be seen in public together, have the approval of seemingly everyone in the world, and yet have mediocre sex that probably didn’t even make Shane finish. Distantly, Ilya hoped Shane thought about him when he was with Rose, maybe there was a chance of him finishing then if he did.

Ilya was pulled from his thoughts by a tight fist wrapped around his hair and Shane pleading for him to go faster. Ilya stopped immediately, this was the Shane he wanted, and he was going to wring him out. With a hum of appreciation around Shane’s red, swollen tip, Ilya then got up from the bed and walked to his suitcase to retrieve lube and a condom.

“No, no please.” Shane whined, reaching his arm out to stop Ilya from getting up.

“Just a second, moy solnyshko.” Ilya was bursting with happiness at how cute Shane was. He knelt on the bed and tore open the condom with his teeth before rolling it on. Shane stared at him and blushed like the first time he watched Ilya do this all those years ago. Ilya then poured an obscene amount of lube into his palm before rubbing his hands together to warm it up. He didn’t want his mouth to be busy anymore, he wanted to kneel over Shane and watch him come undone.

“Spread your legs.” Ilya commanded, Shane obeyed. With one hand around his cock and the other teasing his hole, Ilya began to give Shane exactly what he wanted. Shane’s back arched off the bed, his eyes rolled back and he began to moan Ilya’s name, and Ilya had the best view for all of it. Shane finally relaxed enough to allow one finger inside, and Ilya immediately found Shane’s prostate, stroking it in rhythm with Shane’s cock. He tried another finger and was surprised that Shane was opening up so easily for him. The sight of Shane writhing and shaking beneath him left Ilya breathless. This is how you make him come bitch, Ilya said to the fake Rose in his head.

“Fuuuck Ilya, please, please I’m so close, please.” He whimpered, bucking his hips up to meet Ilya’s fist. Ilya slid in a third finger just to be sure Shane was ready for him.

“Yes sweetheart, come for me, let me see.” Ilya practically slurred the words because he was so sex drunk on the image of Shane falling apart beneath him. Shane cried out and coated Ilya’s fist in hot spurts. He removed his fingers from Shane’s hole but continued pumping, Ilya was greedy and wanted all of it. Shane looked down when Ilya didn’t stop, his tip was red and swollen but continued to leak slightly. Whimpers from oversensitivity escaped Shane’s lips and Ilya slowed the pace.

“Ilya.” Shane reached up and pulled Ilya down for a kiss. When he pulled away he hovered over Shane, just for a few seconds, admiring his work of art, trying to memorize every detail of Shane before he had to go weeks without seeing him again. His cock was rigid, almost painful from being ignored for so long. He lined himself up with Shane’s hole and gave it a small nudge. Shane gasped in surprise before looking into Ilya’s eyes and giving a small nod.

“If is too much you tell me and I stop okay?” Ilya would never forgive himself if he hurt Shane.

“Yes, okay. I trust you though.” Shane said reassuringly. Ilya smiled at his admission, he was so damn happy. He couldn’t resist giving him another kiss.

“I know sweetheart.” Shane had trusted him with so much over the years, that was something Ilya always cherished.

Another small push and the head of Ilya’s cock entered Shane. The feeling made Ilya’s vision blur, Shane was so warm and wet and tight. He needed a second to steady himself if he was going to fuck Shane properly. Painfully slowly, inch by inch, he pushed deeper. Strangled moans and heavy breathing was all that filled the room for a few seconds as they both adjusted to the heavenly feeling of being connected like this again. Ilya scanned Shane’s face, looking for any hint of pain but found none. He looked into Shane’s eyes as he started to move, feeling Shane become more and more relaxed with each thrust.

“Good?” Was all Ilya could manage to get out. Shane could only nod. Faster and faster he thrusted into Shane, pulling all the way out before ramming back in. Shane was shaking beneath him, only having finished a few minutes ago and not recovered yet. But he was loving it, the little slut.

Ilya was frustrated with the positioning, not quite getting the angle he wanted. Almost to prove to Shane that he can, Ilya grabbed Shane’s legs and hoisted them up on his shoulders, lifting Shane’s ass off of the bed slightly. He started a ruthless rhythm that punched all the air out of Shane’s lungs. Shane clawed at the bed sheets, Ilya’s name fell out of his mouth in breathless whimpers.

“God Shane, you look so beautiful like this. Taking my cock like a good boy.” That was a risky word choice, Ilya winced slightly at the thought of Shane hating it. But Shane threw his head back, seemingly enjoying the praise and reveling in the fact that he was taking Ilya’s cock so well.

Ilya groaned as his orgasm began to build. No one had ever compared to Shane in Ilya’s eyes, especially when it came to abolishing Ilya’s stamina. The feeling of Shane’s strong body, his smooth skin, the way he whined and moaned for Ilya, it was always too much.

Looking down between them, Ilya saw Shane’s erection begin to grow again. “Will you come again for me sweetheart?” Ilya panted.

Shane nodded rather distraughtly. “Please don’t stop.” He said, no more than a whisper. Ilya never wanted to stop, but his body couldn’t hold out much longer, he needed Shane to be as close as he was.

“Stroke yourself, please Shane I’m s-so close.” Ilya begged. Shane’s shaking hand wrapped around his own cock and began pumping, a few seconds later Ilya felt Shane’s hole clench around his dick, and that sent Ilya over the edge. He leaned forward and folded Shane in half, his last thrusts became sloppy as he let Shane’s trembling legs fall to either side of his body. Ilya pressed their foreheads together as he stilled inside Shane, both coming down from their euphoric highs.

Ilya’s arms were shaking as he held himself up over Shane’s wrecked body. Shane was smiling up at him, his thumb grazing over Ilya’s cheek softly. The view was too beautiful, Ilya didn’t want to move, but his arms were about to give out. He gently lowered himself onto Shane, his ear pressed to Shane’s sweaty chest. The loud thump thump of Shane’s heartbeat brought him an overwhelming sense of peace, a sound he thought he would never hear again.

Shane let him lay there, clearly in no rush to get up and go back to his room. His hands were playing with Ilya’s curls, twisting them around his fingers and giving Ilya’s head little scratches. Ilya’s eyelids were getting heavy. When he finally got a fraction of his strength back, he craned his neck to look up at Shane’s face.

“Are you okay?” Shane asked.

“I should ask you that.” Ilya joked. The image of Shane completely breaking apart beneath him was still fresh in his mind.

“I’m good.” He still had that goofy smile on his face.

Shane was wrung out, but in the best way. Nothing had felt that good in a long time, not since the last time he was with Ilya. There was no more denial, no more trying to convince himself that the only reason he stayed was because of Ilya’s skills in bed. Shane now knew for sure it’s because of him, the beautiful, sensitive, grief-stricken man currently laying on his chest, the man that trusted Shane with more and more of his real self every time they met. It was so obvious once it was spoken out loud, he almost felt stupid looking back.

Ilya eventually moved off of Shane to lay next to him. For a while they kissed, cuddled, talked quietly, and beamed at each other because they were finally together again.

“I go shower now, would you like to come? Is probably your third shower today.” Ilya joked. Shane’s smile was sleepy, his arms and legs felt like noodles, he was not ready to get out of the bed yet.

“I’m good, you go, I’ll stay here.” Ilya got up from the bed but turned back to Shane when he reached the door.

“You will be there when I am done?” Ilya asked, not joking this time. A pang of sadness shot into Shane’s chest. Did Ilya really think he was going to leave?

“Yes, I will be here.” Shane stated plainly, not calling attention to the desperate question. Ilya smiled and closed the bathroom door.

Shane must have fallen asleep because he was startled when he felt Ilya stroking his cheek with his thumb, he had no idea how much time had passed.

“What time is it?” Shane asked, slightly panicked.

“It’s only been about 15 minutes, Shane. It’s not late at all.” Ilya continued to caress his face. That was a relief, he’d hate himself if he slept through the rest of the evening with Ilya.

“That’s good.” Shane replied. “Should we watch a movie or something?” He didn’t want to overstay his welcome since they both had an early flight, but he wanted to at least make an effort. Ilya just smiled and grabbed the remote.

The movie didn’t matter as much as Ilya’s lips on Shane’s neck and his fingers twisting in Shane’s hair. The whole film was spent wrapped up in each other, it was more of just background noise than anything. When it finished, Shane reluctantly checked the time, it was after midnight. Shit, he had to catch a cab to the airport at 5:30 and he hadn’t even packed yet. His shoulders slumped as he ran his hands over his face. Ilya rubbed his back knowingly, not saying a word.

“I better go.” He whispered. His eyes met Ilya’s and held them for a long moment, a silent apology hanging in the air between them.

“Okay.” Is all Ilya said. Shane stood up from the bed, grabbed his clothes, sand falling all over the floor, and got dressed. When all of his things had been collected, he walked back over, and gave Ilya one last long, slow kiss. He knew he would be seeing him again in a few weeks, at least he hoped he would, but right now it felt impossible to leave. His throat was tightening around all of the words he had yet to say. Then he walked to the door. One more glance back at Ilya who was staring at him, arm propped up on his knee, his god-like body on full display, almost daring Shane to spend the night.

“What?” He asks, half expecting Ilya to make the offer.

“Nothing. Goodnight Shane.”

“Goodnight Ilya.” And he was gone.