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Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander & Ilya Rozanov

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Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, Luca Haas, Cliff Marlow | Cliff Marleau

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Published: 2026-03-31 Completed: 2026-04-11 Words: 25,178 Chapters: 2/2

pretty (kind of dirty face)

Summary

Shane Hollander, a well booked, in demand model is back for the summer for a well deserved break. It was all going so well until his car decides to break down. Unsure of what to do, he calls the first garage he can find, not expecting to meet the most infurtiating, aggravating and beautiful man he had ever seen.

Or,

Shane's a brat who is used to getting what he wants, Ilya Rozanov doesn't give into a pretty face that easy.

Notes

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Chapter 1

 

Pretty (Kind of dirty face)

 

Shane was back in his hometown Ottawa after a gruelling few months of travelling. The run up towards fashion week was already hectic and Shane, being in high demand was booked.

He flew all over the world for various campaigns, showcases and runways. At age twenty-four, Shane had already built himself an empire with the help of his manager who was also coincidently his mother, Yuna Hollander.

Shane had apartments and houses all over the globe, some he lived in, some he rented out after being encouraged by Yuna to dip into real-estate. His estates were all beautiful, all decorated by elite designers and architects. But Shane was always fond of the house that he had built for himself in Ottawa.

This house actually felt like a home to Shane. It was a beautiful cottage, surrounded by woodland, completely secluded. It was open and light, large windows displaying the greenery outside. Shane felt as though this house actually belonged to him although he supposed it helped that Shane did have a big say in its design, as the house was built just for him.

After months of flashing lights, people touching him, fans screaming, Shane felt a surge of relief at finally being back here.

That was, until, on the second day, his car broke down.

He was about to go into town, reconnect with the area. Shane was not one for public interaction on his break, media often commenting on Shane’s recluse like behaviour, but he did enjoy being back where he grew up.

He got into his car, placed the key into the keyhole and twisted when suddenly his car made a resounding bang which made Shane jump, that certainly did not sound healthy. He tried a few more times but the car remained unresponsive.

‘Shit.’ He cursed as he sat behind the wheel, cogs turning in his brain.

He needed a car whilst he was here. When on the road, transport was never something Shane needed to consider. Everything always booked beforehand for him, weeks in advance.

Shane considered public transport, but a shiver ran up his spine at the sheer thought, thinking of the overwhelming number of germs and bacteria those things carried.

In moments like these, Shane would typically call his mom. Unfortunately for him, Yuna and his dad had already left to catch a flight to Japan for the summer break.

Shane did what any slightly out of touch twenty-four-year-old did and decided to google it.

What to do when car breaks down?

Shane pressed search and scrolled through his options.

The first was to call your breakdown provider, Shane’s eyebrows pinched as he tried to figure out what the hell that even was. How does anyone find out who their breakdown provider is?

He was not used to handling these sorts of mundane issues. In his day-to-day life these types of situations would be fixed by people on his payroll.

Shane sighed, scrolling further and landing on calling a local garage. That seemed simpler, he could do that.

He googled for garages near him and clicked the link of the first advert that popped up.

‘Rozanov’s.’

Their homepage looked well, as good as any homepage would be for a garage in the middle of Ottawa. Shane scrolled a little more, eyes scanning over the glowing reviews.

This would do.

He called the assistance line and waited whilst stupid elevator music played in his ear whilst on hold. Minutes passed and Shane was growing agitated, does nobody answer their phones?

‘Rozanov’s, Marleau speaking. What can I do for you?’ A man’s voice cut in, snapping Shane out of his annoyance and into his well-rehearsed speaking voice.

‘Hi Marleau. I was hoping you could help.’ Shane spoke politely, professionally. ‘I’ve been having some trouble with my car, and I was wondering if you could have somebody take a look at it.’

‘Sure thing, just for a home visit?’ Marleau asked and Shane hummed, ‘Yes, if that’s okay.’

Shane had never invited strangers to his cottage before, in fact Shane could count on one hand the amount of people he had let visit, two being his parents. But he figured that these people must have some sort of professional clause in place for visiting customers homes.

Shane was tapping his fingers against the steering wheel as he looked out through the car window.

It sounded as though Marleau was jotting something down, Shane waited impatiently. ‘We can probably get somebody out to you today around five.’

Five.

Shane glanced at his very expensive watch which read 9:43am, biting the inside of his cheek. He somebody out now.

Shane cleared his throat, his tone of voice remaining clinically lovely despite his annoyance.

‘Are there any available slots sooner?’ Shane questioned as he heard Marleau click his tongue.

‘Nope.’ Marleau responding, popping the ‘p’ at the end. ‘Sorry, we’re pretty chocka here today.’ Marleau’s casualness was starting to wear thin on Shane. How do these idiots have thousands of five-star reviews?

 ‘Right, well okay.’ Shane breathed out, already rescheduling his entire day in his head. ‘Yes, five will be fine. Thank you.’ Shane was anything but thankful.

‘Great. Roz should be free by then, you’ll be in great hands.’ Shane rolled his eyes at the comment. Whoever ‘Roz’ was should know that he’s causing Shane a great deal of inconvenience. ‘Could I take a name?’ Marleau added.

Shane paused.

‘Oh it’s um, Shane.’ Shane felt himself cringe a little, but he thought maybe if he pulled rank, they would hurry up the process for him. He’s pretty certain that ‘Roz’ has never dealt with a celebrity before. ‘Shane Hollander.’

There was a pause and for a brief second Shane thinks that it had worked. This Marleau surely knew who he was and would pull the correct strings.

‘That’s great, thanks. Just a few more details and we’ll get you booked in for five.’ Marleau affirmed as Shane slumped back in his seat, defeated.

Shane spent the rest of the day in a foul mood, his plan for the day that he had carefully curated thrown out of the window. Shane liked planning, he liked knowing exactly what he was going to do and when.

He tried to busy himself, cooked some ridiculously healthy food before deciding to just meal prep his entire week. Ran a few circuits in his home gym before doing some yoga in the open garden, attempting to clear his mind from such a frustrating morning.

The hours moved slow.

He finally found himself back on his sofa, chewing aimlessly on the drawstring of his hoodie as he stared down at his watch: 5:01pm.

Where the hell was this man?

Shane’s knee bounced up and down as the minutes went by, checking his watch sporadically.

He did not like to be kept waiting.

At 5:14, Shane had his phone in hand, ready to call the garage to tell them not to bother. Just as he went to do so, the buzzer to the gate of his house went off.

Shane checked the gate camera on his phone, being able to see a worn-out tow truck with the name ‘Rozanov’s’ on the side. He huffed and begrudgingly unlocked the gate from his home system.

He watched from the window as the truck pulled in, looking ridiculously out of place against Shane’s pristine cottage.

Shane figured that he should probably stop standing at the window like some creep, so he went and unlocked the door. Should he invite him inside? He had no idea what he was supposed to do.

Quickly deciding that the man would just need to look at his car, Shane stepped outside so he could just greet him on the porch.

Shane crossed his arms over his chest, hands under his armpits. He was in a big hoodie and shorts, trainers on his feet. He moved down the steps that lead into his driveway as the man, ‘Roz’ Shane presumed, stepped out of the truck.

Shane’s lips ever so slightly parted at the sight.

Now Shane was no stranger to beautiful people. With his line of work, Shane was surrounded by both gorgeous men and women daily. By this point, Shane had become slightly numb to it all, knowing that the case for most of them is just a pretty face with nothing underneath.

But the man that stood in front of Shane was downright, sexy.

He was wearing loose blue jeans, cuffed at the bottom. They were covered in a mixture of different paints and what Shane can presume to be oil. A white tank top strained against his broad chest, slightly scruffy with a few ashy marks against it. His muscular arms bare. The man in front of Shane was a similar height, maybe a hair taller but he just looked so much bigger.

This ‘Roz’ was a man through and through.

For the brief second, Shane forgot that he was supposed to be mad at the man that made him wait in all day and then had the audacity to be late.

He watched as the stupidly attractive man closed the truck’s door and walked over causally, as if he had all the time in the world.

‘Shane?’ The man questioned, words wrapped in a delicious accent that Shane guessed to be Slavic.

Shane nodded his head. ‘Yes, hi.’ He smiled, attempting to put on his professional front despite being quite pissed off. He hated when people had poor time management, as many of his ex-assistance learnt the hard way.

‘Ilya.’ The man hummed. Ilya hummed.

Ilya held out his hand and Shane glanced down, noticing how filthy Ilya’s hands were. Ilya must have noticed Shane’s hesitance and Shane swore he saw Ilya’s lips turn upwards for a flash before he wiped his hand against his already filthy jeans before holding it out to him once again.

‘Is nice to meet you.’ Ilya continued. Shane’s eyes darted from Ilya to his stretched-out hand. It certainly wasn’t clean, but it was…better. Shane lightly took Ilya’s hand in his own, soft moisturised skin meeting hard callouses. They shook hands, Shane pulling away first.

‘Yes, you too.’ Shane nodded, a little awkward.

Ilya was just as beautiful up close, soft blonde curls, piercing blue eyes, Shane also noticed a mole to his cheek. In fact, Shane noticed that Ilya had a lot of moles dotted around his upper body.

Ilya seemed to treat Shane as if he was any regular customer. If he knew who he was, he certainly didn’t show it on his monotone face.

‘You’re having problems with your car, yes?’ Ilya led the conversation, ignoring Shane’s gaze. Shane cleared his throat and nodded a ‘yes,’ gesturing over to his Bentley that was parked outside just where he left it this morning.

‘It made this sort of bang, this morning?’ Shane posed it as more of a question, not having a clue how to describe the situation. ‘I tried to run it a few more times but now it just won’t start.’

Ilya nodded, assessing the car for a brief moment.

‘Pop the bonnet for me.’

Shane paused for a second, how do you pop a fucking bonnet?

Shane has had car troubles before but every time he usually got his dad to take it in to be serviced. Shane had not popped a single bonnet a day in his life.

Ilya turned from the vehicle to look at Shane, realising he wasn’t moving.

‘Right, yes.’ Shane forced a smile and unlocked his car. He sat in the driver’s seat, door still open as he stared blankly at his control panel.

He felt his cheeks heat slightly as Ilya came round to the driver’s side, resting his arm on top of the car as he leaned in. Shane was beyond embarrassed that he did not have a clue what to do.

‘That button there.’ Ilya hummed simply after a few more moments. He pointed towards a small button down the bottom right of the panel.

Shane clicked it and a small bump could be heard.

‘Thanks.’ Shane breathed out, face beetroot red. Ilya paid him no mind as he walked around to the front of the car, popping the latch up with complete ease before he lifted the bonnet of Shane’s car.

Shane stepped out of the driver’s seat, closing the door behind him as he walked to stand behind Ilya who was lent down, head inside the bonnet of the car.

‘Your engine is blown.’ Ilya observes, head still in the car.

Shane nodded behind Ilya. Blown meant bad, that much he knew.

Ilya took his head from the bonnet and straightened up, rubbing his hands together. ‘Is very common for this make, very bad car.’

Shane’s eyebrows suddenly furrowed, gaze fixed on Ilya’s back. ‘What?’ Shane questioned, not sure he heard Ilya correctly.

As if to emphasis further, Ilya turned around to face Shane with a shrug of nonchalance that annoyed Shane to no end. ‘It happens all the time with these types of cars, very bad.’

‘It was very expensive.’ Shane shot back, the golden boy persona dropping for a fraction of a second.

Ilya pursed his lips, shrugging his shoulders once again. ‘Very expensive, very bad.’

Shane bit back a scoff because who the hell did this guy think he is? Shane spent a lot of money on that car, probably more than Ilya’s yearly wage.

‘Can you fix it?’ Shane responded, a little blunt.

Ilya clicked his tongue. ‘Yes, but I will need to take it in.’

Shane was exasperated. He expected this to be a quick fix. He thought that Ilya would look at his engine, mess around with some tools for a bit and it would be back to normal. Was that not the whole point of a home visit?

‘You can’t fix it here?’ Shane asks pointedly and Ilya laughs.

‘No.’ Ilya responds, a smile of amusement still ghosting his lips.

Shane was seething with fury, but he held it back. Nobody had ever laughed at him. ‘Why not?’ Shane’s poise was melting away by the second.

‘Because your engine is blown.’ Ilya responds simply, as if Shane was to know whatever the fuck that meant. ‘You think I carry around new engine?’

Shane’s lips parted before he held what he really wanted to say back.

‘How long will that take?’ Shane questions, ignoring Ilya’s snide remark.

Once again, Ilya shrugs. ‘Take it back tonight, can probably take a look at it tomorrow.’ His nonchalant tone was sending Shane over the edge as he bit the inside of his cheek.

‘So, you can have it fixed for tomorrow?’ Shane interjected, just wanting a straight fucking answer.

‘Yes, maybe.’ Ilya hummed, glancing back at the car. ‘Depends on if we have the parts for it, may have to order in.’ He continues, as if speaking aloud to himself.

Shane finally nodded his head, realising that he was not going to win this battle.

‘Okay, thanks.’ He gritted out, wanting this head-fuck of a conversation to end.

Ilya nods, turning to lift the catch down to close the bonnet. Once shut, he turned back to Shane who had a face like thunder. Ilya ignored.

‘We will call you when it’s ready so you can pick it up.’ Ilya confirmed and Shane stilled for a moment.

‘You don’t bring it back?’ Shane retorts and to his seething rage, Ilya chuckles again.

‘No, we are not a taxi service.’ Ilya hums, Shane fought the urge to roll his eyes. ‘Keys, please.’ Ilya held out his hands.

Shane reluctantly handed over his keys but was not quite ready to drop the conversation just yet. ‘Well, how am I supposed to get there?’ He challenged.

Ilya was already moving towards his truck. ‘You know how to call cab, yes?’ He responded, not even offering Shane a look back. Shane felt his body heat, never in his professional career had somebody treated him like this.

His skin prickles with anger and something else that he couldn’t quite place.

 ‘We will call you when ready.’ Ilya confirms, cutting the conversation off as he opened the back of his truck to get his tools, ready to tow the car away.

Shane did not even muster a look back as he stormed back into his cottage with a huff.

Shane fucking hated that guy.

Shane slammed the door shut a little too loudly, but he honestly couldn’t bring himself to care. He was usually the best at hiding his true emotions, his media image being the people’s sweetheart.

He knew how to bat his eyes, be sweet, approachable, kind. Shane had perfected it all.

Underneath that character, Shane had a pretty thin temper that he simply told himself was high standards. Shane’s world consisted of being perfect, his whole image was to radiate perfection. To be someone who felt so unattainable, so unreachable, so goddamn perfect to be true.

Ilya, as if underneath his skin, broke through his walls. For a moment, Shane feared he had shown his true colours.

That’s until he replayed the entire situation back in his head and began pacing with frustration again.

Was Ilya not aware that Shane could ruin the entire business? One post online about his experience would be all that it took before his cult following of fans found the garage and left it hate.

Every review would be negative, people flocking in all over the world in defence of Shane. Nobody would want to take their car to Rozanov’s ever again.

Shane breathed out, running his hands through his hair frustratedly. ‘Fucking asshole.’ He murmured allowed to the empty room as he heard Ilya’s truck start.

Shane went back to his window that overlooked the front of his house, his car now attached to Ilyas truck. He watched as Ilya drove the two vehicles away with practiced ease as Shane begrudgingly hit the buzzer of his gate to open.

Shane fell asleep that night, mind clearly still stuck on the enigma of frustration that was Ilya as he found himself dreaming of the curly-headed man.

Although, this was not the dream Shane had expected. He thought he would be thinking of slapping Ilya in the face, calling him every name under the sun. Letting out everything he wished he had said to the asshole in person.

This dream was different. This dream had Shane riding Ilya’s dick in the back of that stupid tow truck.

He dreamt of big hands splayed on his hips as Ilya more or less fucked Shane onto his cock, thrusting up into him. Shane moaning, whimpering into Ilya’s mouth. The car was filthy, tools and various other working items surrounding the back seat, but the dream version of Shane simply didn’t care, feeling dirty enough as he sat and took Ilya’s cock in the backseat like some porn star.

Shane was getting so close as Ilya fucked him, now bringing his hips down to meet Ilya’s rough thrusts. Ilya didn’t care who Shane was, he fucked Shane as if he was some whore he picked up from the streets. He fucked Shane as if he was just a hole for Ilya to get himself off with.

Shane really, really liked it.

Shane’s moans became erratic as Ilya finally wrapped his hand around Shane’s cock, stroking him up to the brink. That pushed Shane over the edge as he dreamt of clenching around Ilya’s meaty cock as he came hard against both of their stomachs.

Shane woke up.

He was laying on his stomach, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers that suddenly felt a little wet.

Shane turned onto his back, reaching over to switch on his lamp before he lifted the waistband of boxers. Mortification zapped through Shane as he realised, he had came.

He had came in his pants like some hormonal teenager.

Embarrassment wrapped around Shane’s body as he stood, grimacing at the wet feeling in his boxers. He quickly stripped them off and cleaned himself up. His usual clean freak self-told him that he needed to shower but Shane glanced at the clock that read three am and he decided that just this once, only this once he would relent.

Instead, he put on a fresh set of boxers and got back into his bed.

His head hit the pillow with a soft breath, forcing his eyes closed and willing himself to think of anything else.

The next morning, Shane slightly hoped that last night was just a dream within a dream but that was quickly debunked as he saw the pair of dirty boxers tossed carelessly onto the floor beside him.

Shane was still in disbelief, but he forced himself out of bed, tossing the boxers into his laundry basket before heading straight to the shower.

How could his mind betray him like this? He knew he couldn’t stand Ilya, sure maybe he was the hottest person Shane had ever seen but that didn’t matter because he was a raging asshole that wasted Shane’s precious time.

He just needed to get laid, Shane told himself. It had been a while, Shane didn’t often get intimate with people, his life and schedule was simply too busy. His stupid brain had probably just mixed up the palpable anger for arousal due to being sex deprived.

That’s all it was.

Shane kept his phone on ringer the entire day, awaiting the garage to call. Despite his volume being all the way up, Shane also continued to sporadically check his phone in case he missed something.

It was now 4pm and he had heard nothing.

He had finally had enough and decided to bite the bullet and call them himself.

He rang, line going straight to the ridiculous hold music whilst Shane sat clenching his jaw. ‘Luca speaking, how can I help?’ The line suddenly cut in as Shane leant forward on the sofa.

‘Hi Luca.’ Shane hummed, voice ever so kind. ‘I just wanted to call to check on my car that’s with you. Should be under Hollander.’ The call went quiet for a second as Luca presumably checked the system.

‘Yes, with Ilya, right?’ Luca spoke up, tone chirpy.

‘Yes.’ Shane responded. ‘With Ilya.’ He confirms, trying not to say his name as if it was some slur.

‘I’ll just get him for you, he’s in the back.’ Shane panicked for a second, he didn’t need to speak with Ilya. He just needed to know if the damn car was fixed. ‘No that’s alright-.’

The phone went back on hold, Shane groaned.

How was he supposed to speak normally to the man who rudely interrupted his sleep last night. He should probably just hang up and call in some other time-

‘Ilya speaking.’ A very familiar voice cut Shane out of his thoughts.

‘Hi Ilya, It’s Shane.’ Shane spoke back, tone a little flat as the nice boy act dropped just a little as he recalls how downright rude Ilya was to him yesterday.

‘Hi Shane.’ Ilya responds, accent curling around his name perfectly. His tone almost sounded a little flirty, as if he was picking some girl up in a bar, as if he was expecting Shane to ring. Then again, Shane had never been the best and picking up social cues so maybe it was just him.

‘Yeah, Hi.’ Shane huffs slightly. ‘I just wanted to know if my car was ready to pick up?’

There was silence on the end for a bit and Shane swears he hears a laugh in the background.

‘Hm, no. Not today.’ Ilya finally drawls after making Shane wait. ‘Tomorrow probably.’

Shane’s jaw clenches as he presses his fingers into the bridge of his nose in despair. ‘But you said it would be ready for today.’ Shane shot back, the gentle tone of voice he was using to speak to Luca dropping.

No, I said maybe today.’ Ilya retorts, Shane can picture him doing that stupid shrug. ‘I said that it depends on if we had the parts. We don’t have the parts so, we order them.’ Ilya continues as if speaking to a child.

Shane bit his lip, hard. He squeezed his eyes shut in frustration, wondering how the fuck his assistant dealt with the general public on a day-to-day basis. He should give her a raise.

‘So tomorrow?’ He asks, teeth gritted.

‘Probably.’ Ilya repeats and Shane is done.

‘Could you just give me a straight answer? I don’t have time for probably.’ Shane snaps, the invisible elastic band of self-restraint finally snapping.

He hears Ilya chuckle down the other end and Shane’s ears go red with frustration.

‘Would you like your car fixing, Shane?’ Ilya hums, tone wrapped in a blanket of amusement that has Shane wanting to pull his own hair out.

Shane ignored the feeling at the sound of his name on Ilya’s lips.

‘Yes.’ He finally gritted out.

‘Then you should make time for probably.’

Shane thought about shouting, he really did. But then he settled on something even lower.

‘Could I speak to your manager?’ Shane snipped. Voice steady.

Shane should feel embarrassed but there’s a pause which makes Shane feels smug at the thought of the asshole getting in trouble because of him.

‘Of course.’ Ilya responded a little too confidently for Shane’s liking.

The phone goes back to the holding music for the third time this evening, but Shane feels a bit of relief knowing he will finally be put into contact with somebody with competence.

The hold music stops, Shane sits up. Then…

‘Ilya Rozanov speaking, how can I help?’

Shane hangs up.

He resists the urge to throw his phone across to the other side of the room as he sat there, seething.

Of course, it was just his luck. Shane almost wanted to laugh at the irony of it all. Ilya was the manager. No wonder he spoke to Shane as if he owned the place because he did.

He shook in head in disbelief at the shit show this summer has started out to be. This was supposed to be his break, his summer off. Shane very very rarely got time to himself, so this next month was a big deal to him.

He didn’t have time to deal with very attractive Russian idiots.

He realised calling back would be futile, he now just had to wait it out and pray that tomorrow he could get his car back and be done with it all.

The next morning, Shane was thankful that we woke up in dry boxers, Ilya relenting in not infiltrating Shane’s head again as he slept.

Marleau rang early morning to tell Shane that he could come pick his car up around one, which left Shane feeling the most relief he had felt over the last few days.

Reluctantly, he pre-booked himself a cab way in advance, making sure to slot a small hand sanitizer in his back pocket as he dressed himself in a simple white t-shirt and jeans, not wanting to cause any unnecessary attention. He threw on a plain blue hat and some sunglasses too for good measure.

Once he felt as though his identity was concealed enough, he grabbed his phone and wallet before heading out to meet the taxi.

The drive was, fine. Not as bad as Shane had been expecting. Although he did still squirt some of the sanitizer into his hands as he stood outside the garage.

The garage was nice, for a garage. It was a red building, situated just off of a busy road, ‘Rozanov’s’ written over the top in cursive writing with a few cars parked outside in the lot.

Shane spotted Ilya’s stupid truck on the front before he bit the bullet and went inside.

To Shane’s relief, it was quiet. There was a mother and her young daughter on the seats beside the door and then one man manning the desk who glanced up at Shane’s arrival.

‘Hello.’ He smiled politely. The boy was blonde, glasses faming his face. Shane thought he seemed a little on the shyer side. ‘How can I help?’

Shane smiled warmly, ‘I’m just here to pick up my car.’ The man nodded, his eyes wide, staring at Shane. Clearly his disguise was not working as well as he had hoped. ‘It should be under Shane Hollander.’

The blonde man nodded quickly, head looking down to his screen as he searched up Shane’s name. Once he found it, he chirped up again. ‘Sure, Ilya will be out in a second, take a seat.’

Shane thanked him once more and took a seat in the corner, across the room from the mother and daughter. Shane noticed how the girl, who could not have been older than ten, was staring at Shane in amazement.

He let out a small smile and nodded in her direction to which she smiled widely, tugging on her mother’s arm and whispering: ‘ask him for a picture.’ By whispering, more a quiet shout as the entire room heard it.

 The mom looked up at Shane with an apologetic ‘do you mind?’

Shane shook his head with a small smile, ‘No, of course not.’ He hummed, welcoming the girl over as her mom got out her phone.

They took a quick picture, Shane sat with his hands on the girl’s shoulder. The girl beamed, running back over to her mom to see the image. The mom mouthed, ‘thank you’ and Shane nodded back politely.

Shane heard somebody clear his throat as his gaze snapped up to see Ilya leaning against the door, arms crossing his over his broad chest with an amused look on his face. ‘I hope I’m not interrupting.’

Shane briefly scanned his eyes over Ilya who was in yet another pair of filthy trousers paired with a light blue open flannel, tank top underneath. If he wasn’t covered in paint all the time, Shane would almost describe Ilya as stylish.

‘No. We’re good.’ Shane cleared his throat, meeting Ilya’s eyes. The taller man simply nodded and motioned for Shane to follow.

Shane waved a quick bye to the mother and daughter before trailing behind Ilya who led Shane out the back to where his car was parked.

‘You put on quite the show, don’t you?’ Ilya comments as they walked, not looking back at Shane who furrowed his eyebrows.

‘Excuse me?’ Shane almost scoffed, what did that even mean?

Ilya didn’t elaborate as they reached his car. ‘Brand new engine, it’s been tested and it’s working good.’ Ilya hummed, glancing at the car before looking to Shane with an indecipherable look.

Ilya’s face was so stoic all the time that Shane just couldn’t get a read on him.

‘Cool. Thank you.’ Shane responded, head still dwelling on Ilya’s comment, but Ilya had already moved on before he could get another word in. ‘I’ve topped up your liquids too. They were very low. On the house.’ He continues as Shane nods.

That’s oddly nice of him.

‘On the house?’ Shane questions as Ilya nods in acknowledgment.

‘Yes, my manager tells me that you have not been happy with your service so, it’s on the house.’ Ilya’s lips curl smugly as Shane feels his cheeks heat in embarrassment. ‘We wouldn’t want to upset the Shane Hollander now, would we?’

So, Ilya did know who he was.

‘Sorry about that.’ Shane’s head hangs a little, suddenly finding the floor quite interesting. ‘I was just well, you know.’ He brushes off but Ilya chuckles.

‘Being a brat?’ Ilya questions as Shane’s gaze snaps up.

‘What?’ Shane scoffed defensively. ‘No, I was just…you were late.’ Shane frowned as Ilya’s eyes lit up.

‘I was late?’ Ilya repeated slowly.

‘You were supposed to arrive at five. You didn’t arrive until five-fourteen. You were late.’ Shane confirmed as he heard Ilya mumble something in Russian.

Before Ilya could speak, Shane continued.

‘I waited in all day because you couldn’t fit me in until five. Then you arrived late and told me that I had a bad car. I then wasted another day yesterday waiting for you to call.’ Shane breathed out, finally getting it off his chest.

‘I told you it’s a bad car because it is a bad car. One of the highest breakdown rates.’ Ilya responded factually, Shane’s jaw clenched a little. ‘We also have other customers. But I suppose we should tell them to wait whilst we deal with famous model Shane Hollander, hm?’ Ilya’s tone was snide.

‘That’s not what I meant.’ Shane bit back.

‘But that’s what you expected?’ Ilya retorted.

Shane realised for a split second that yes, that is what he had expected. It’s what he had expected and had his entire career.

‘Just, forget it.’ Shane gritted. Ilya relented and held out his keys. ‘You can come into pay whenever you’re ready.’

Shane took the keys and watched Ilya stride off into the garage again.

With a huff of frustration, Shane went and moved his car back to the front of the shop before heading back inside to pay.

The blonde boy was still there alongside Ilya and another tall man with dark hair. Their conversation seemed to stop as Shane walked through the door which made him shrink a little.

‘Luca can cash you up.’ Ilya spoke up, tone flat.

Shane just nodded and got out his wallet. The blonde man, Luca shot Shane a smile. ‘He’s a big fan, you know?’ The dark-haired man spoke up as Shane watched Luca flush.

‘Neither of us thought it was really you. Just someone with the same name. We just presumed Roz was having us on when he had said he met you.’

Ilya had spoken about him to them. He couldn’t help but wonder what was said, Shane didn’t think it would have been a particularly glowing report.

‘Enough Marleau.’ Ilya sighed out as Luca presented the card machine, cheeks red.

Shane paid on his card before glancing up at Ilya. ‘Thank you, for fixing it.’ He smiles small as Ilya nods.

On that silent note, Shane turned to leave. He was almost through the door before:

‘We’ll see you soon.’ Ilya chirped. Shane turned to look at him, slightly confused.

‘When your car breaks down again.’ Ilya clarifies, lips daring to twitch into a smirk. Shane’s face goes flat in response as he forces out a tight ‘bye’ before walking out of the shop and back towards his car.

The next few weeks were bliss. Shane spent his time exploring local hiking trails, trying out new recipes in his kitchen, swimming in the open lake. For the first time in a long time Shane just relaxed.

It was moments like these where Shane realised how desperately he needed time away from his job. He loved his work, modelling was something he was truly passionate about. But, Shane loved moments where he could just be. He didn’t need to put up a front or be touched by various hands tweaking different parts of his appearance or blinded by flashing lights on a red carpet. He didn’t need to be Shane Hollander here.

He could just be Shane.

It was all going so well. Shane was on his way back from a hike, the sun setting behind him as he drove along the open road contently. Shane had mostly forgotten about the fiasco with the garage, he decided to let it go considering he would never have to be there again. He would never have to see him again.

It was just him on the road as the sun slowly started to disappear behind the clouds, turning to dusk. Shane switched on his head lights, fingers lightly tapping on the steering wheel to the radio.

Shane started to realise that his car was moving slower. He put his foot a little firmer on the accelerator but the miles on his dashboard continued to drop. He frowned at the sight as the car started to move slower and slower until he was forced to come to a complete stop in the middle of the road.

This couldn’t be happening.

He switched his engine on and off again, but the car was unresponsive. He tried doing that four more times before he switched his hazard lights on in defeat.

Cars were starting to pass him now, some onlookers glancing as they drove past to see what the problem was. Shane just put his head on his steering wheel and sighed.

Does he call the police? Surely not. Although Shane figured this was an emergency. He shook his head at the stupid thought and racked his brain for an answer. He could try to flag somebody down, but Shane had seen horror films and didn’t fancy testing his luck.

He attempted to do the same as last time and google his way to an answer but to his despair, the 5G on his phone was not working in the rural area.

The night was soon to roll around and Shane was panicking just a little. He scrolled through his contacts, searching for anybody that could possibly help. As Shane looked, he had this sad realisation that most of his contacts were either just people on his payroll or business deals. But he didn’t have time to think about that now.

 He suddenly stopped, thumb hovering over the contact name ‘Rozanov’s.’

He hesitated, wanting to keep his dignity in check. He could picture Ilya’s face right now, he’d probably make some sarcastic comment about his car followed up something like ‘I told you so.’

Shane, more than anything in the world did not want to prove Ilya right.

Shane more than anything in the universe didn’t want to die in the middle of the night on an open stretch of road so he left his pride aside and clicked call.

The phone dialled and for once, he wasn’t put straight to hold. It just rang, and rang, and rang.

Shane checked his watch, it was 7pm in the evening. They must be closed. Shane’s heart sank a little as the phone eventually cut out into an automated voicemail to call back another time.

So, Shane waited another minute before he called again. Then again, and again and-

‘We are closed.’ A voice on the other end cut in, sounding very inconvenienced by the spam caller but Shane had never felt such relief at the sound of that familiar voice. ‘Please call back-‘

‘Ilya.’ Shane breathed out, throwing his head back against the car seat in triumph.

‘Shane?’ Ilya responded, voice wrapped in a light blanket of confusion.

‘Yes, hi.’ He quickly interjected, in a bit of a rush to get this resolved. ‘I need help it’s my…well, it’s my car again.’

To Shane’s surprise, Ilya didn’t burst out laughing or make some childish comment. He just stayed quiet and that in itself was an I told you so.

‘Shane.’ Ilya sighed, he sounded exasperated. ‘Is seven at night, call back tomorrow morning, okay?’

Shane’s heartbeat spiked as it sounded as though Ilya was going to end the call.

‘Wait!’ He frantically interjected. ‘I’m in the middle of the road and I don’t know what to do.’ He finally admitted, squeezing his eyes shut as he willed himself not to cringe at how pathetic he sounded.

‘It’s almost dark, I’m like an hour out from my house. Just- please Ilya.’ Shane’s voice was desperate as the other side of the line was quiet. That was until…

‘Where are you?’ Ilya’s deep voice finally came through.

Shane breathed out as he quickly swiped on his phone to look at his map. ‘Just off St Louie, the main road.’ He heard Ilya hum, it sounded like he recognised the area.

‘I’ll use this number, yes? I’ll text you from my phone when I’m close.’ Ilya didn’t make a big show or dance of how he had been right all along which Shane appreciated in this moment.

‘Yes, okay.’ Shane quickly agreed. Shane opened his mouth to say thank you, but Ilya had already cut the call off with, ‘I’ll be with you soon.’

The call ended and Shane breathed out, relived. It was going to be okay.

As promised, about thirty minutes later Shane received a text from an unknown number. ‘Almost there.’ Shane quickly added Ilya’s personal number to his contacts.

By the time Shane saw headlights, it was very dark. He had chosen a terrible place to break down, just outside the city. The lights got closer, and Shane finally stepped out of the car and stood on the patch of grass beside the road as the truck started to come into focus.

Ilya pulled over, opposite Shane’s car. He stepped out, looking incredibly casual in a pair of red adidas shorts and a white top. Shane felt a pang of guilt go through him as he realised this was eating into Ilya’s free time.

‘Thank you.’ Shane breathed out as the two were finally face to face. Ilya didn’t look too pleased, but he did manage a general nod in Shane’s direction.

‘Get in the passenger side.’ Ilya motioned back towards his truck. Shane didn’t dwell too much on the feeling that went through him at Ilya’s blunt tone.

Shane did as he was told and went to sit in the truck whilst he watched Ilya attach his car to the back of his tow truck for the second time this month. It took about twenty-five minutes all together but once done, Ilya came and joined Shane in the truck.

The pair said nothing as Ilya turned the key to start the engine and began to drive.

There was an air of annoyance generating from Ilya’s side of the truck which Shane was trying his best to his ignore. He was just thankful that Ilya showed up at all.

‘Thank you again, for this.’ Shane broke the silence as he looked over to Ilya and then back towards his lap. Ilya hummed in acknowledgment but didn’t respond which had Shane furrowing his eyebrows. Rude.

The pair didn’t speak again for the entire hour.

Ilya pulled himself into Shane’s driveway and Shane couldn’t stand the silence anymore. ‘Are you mad at me?’ he breathed out, asking the lingering question that he had in his mind the entire journey.

‘What?’ Ilya retorted, sounding bored.

‘Are you mad at me?’ Shane repeated, tone demanding an answer.

Ilya scoffed softly. ‘No, Shane.’ He responded but his tone wasn’t convincing.

‘You didn’t have to come.’ Shane frowned.

‘Didn’t I?’ Ilya snapped back, Shane recoiled just a little at the tone. ‘Any normal person would look at the clock and think hm, it’s past five. They’ll probably be closed. But not you, no, you decide to call five fucking times’ Ilya’s hands started gripping the steering wheel a little tighter.

‘You just expect people to work their lives around you to fit you in.’ He finished, exhaling out.

‘You could have said no!’ Shane shot back quickly, turning his body to look at Ilya. ‘You could have said no and left me there, Ilya.’

Ilya laughed but it wasn’t full of amusement. No, this sounded mean. ‘If I did, would you try to call my manager again?’ Ilya taunted and Shane’s cheeks heated.

They were both finally looking at each other eye-to-eye. ‘Just be grateful that I showed up and move on instead of being a spoilt brat.’

Shane was angry. ‘What is your fucking problem?’ He spat out.

Ilya took his head to dismiss him. ‘Get out, Shane.’

But Shane wasn’t done. ‘No, tell me what your problem is because I’m getting fucking sick of trying to read your mind!’

The conversation to any outside ear would sound like a lover’s quarrel, not a dispute over a broken car.

‘Because you think the world revolves around you!’ Ilya suddenly exclaims, eyes ablaze, locking onto Shane. ‘You think everybody should drop to their fucking knees around you because what? You have some money? Influence?’ Ilya scoffs, continuing to air out his feelings.

‘Then you have the fucking audacity to put on this golden-boy act like you aren’t just an out of touch, obnoxious brat.’

The pair were unbelievably close, both gazes fuelled with pure fire. ‘I think you’re a fucking asshole.’ Shane breathed out, staring into Ilya’s eyes.

There’s a pause, the air shifting as the two glared at each other.

‘Well then the feeling is mutual.’ Ilya broke the silence before both men surged forwards in a heated kiss driven by pure unfiltered anger.

Their hands were everywhere as lips collided. Both men touching wherever they could. Shane’s hands were fisted into Ilya’s shirt, Ilya’s hands gripping Shane’s hair. The kiss was rough and messy, teeth clashing as they attempted to find some furious rhythm within the chaos.

It was a mess.

Shane moaned as Ilya slipped his tongue inside as the pair fought with their mouths, Ilya’s grip in Shane’s hair tightening as Ilya began to take the lead.

‘Get in the back seat.’ He commanded, eyes filled with both frustration and lust. Shane had never moved quicker in his life.

He scrambled awkwardly into the back, pulling the taller man forward into a kiss as Ilya joined him.

Shane didn’t have time to think about how awfully cramped it was as Ilya dropped his lips to Shane’s neck.

‘Don’t you fucking dare leave a mark.’ Shane bit out before letting out a gasp as Ilya licked up along Shane’s sensitive neck which warranted a dark chuckle from Ilya.

Shane’s head was against the window, laying across the three seats in the back. Ilya was on top. They were grabbing at each other’s clothes, Ilya’s lips going back and forth between Shane’s lips and neck before he pulled back to strip off his shirt.

Shane didn’t even get a chance to drool over Ilya’s body before the taller man was back on him, lips crashing against his.

‘Take these off.’ Ilya growled, hands grabbing at Shane’s shorts.

‘Stop telling me what to do.’ Shane grit back although he was already halfway pulling down his shorts at Ilya’s request.

Ilya must have got impatient because once the shorts were passed Shane’s knees, Ilya had already grabbed the waistband of Shane’s boxers and yanked them down roughly.

Ilya’s wasted no time in wrapping his lips around Shane’s cock who moaned at the warm heat. ‘Oh my god, Ilya.’ He whimpered, throwing his hands into Ilya’s hair who had begun bobbing his head up and down against Shane’s length.

Ilya took the whole cock into his mouth, breathing out through his nose. His hands were placed firmly on Shane’s hips, stilling him from bucking up into the wet mouth.

Shane felt heat bubbling in his lower stomach embarrassingly quickly.

Ilya was using tongue to slide against Shane’s cock with each movement. Shane didn’t think he had ever been so hard in his life. He glanced down at Ilya who had his eyes trained on him as he whined.

 He was so close already.

Ilya didn’t quit as he continued to swallow around Shane’s length. All that could be heard from inside the truck were Shane’s moans and Ilya’s wet mouth on his cock.

‘Ilya- Please. You need-.’ Shane suddenly breathed out, tugging frantically at Ilya’s hair to stop himself from facing complete humiliation. Ilya chose to simply ignore Shane who was doing everything not to-

‘Did you just fucking cum?’

Ilya was on the verge of laughing, Shane’s face went bright red.

‘I didn’t- I haven’t done that in a while, fuck off.’ Shane retorted in embarrassment as  Ilya finally let out the laughter he was holding in, snickering in Shane’s face.

‘Fuck off, Ilya.’ He repeated, humiliation zapping though his entire body. What Shane didn’t expect was his spent cock twitching in interest as Ilya continued to make fun of him.

‘That was like, 30 seconds?’ Ilya scoffed out, still laughing. ‘Were you going for a world record for fastest orgasm?’

‘Shut up.’ Shane gritted as he heard Ilya breath out in amusement as he looked down. ‘I don’t think you want me to.’ He observes, watching Shane’s cock fill back out.

‘You want me to make fun of you Shane, do you like that?’ He cooed, tone mean.

Shane kind of did.

‘Shut up.’ He retorted again weakly. ‘Do you want me to suck your dick or not?’

Ilya chuckled again but relented as he sat back towards the other side of the truck, ushering Shane to move so he could pull down his shorts. Shane sat on top of Ilya’s feet as they swapped positions.

From here, Shane could finally drink in Ilya’s body. He had wide shoulders and a broad chest, a small patch of hair in the middle with a few more moles doted around his body. Shane could tell Ilya worked out due to the sheer amount of size and muscle he had. He was fucking hot.

Ilya leant back and tugged down both his shorts and boxers in one pull.

Shane almost wanted to salivate at the size of Ilya’s cock. Shane had to guess it was around nine inches and thick. He was well trimmed, uncut, and incredibly hard. Shane almost drooled as he watched Ilya give himself a few lazy strokes.

‘I don’t have all night, Shane.’ He interjected, cutting Shane out of his lust-filled haze.

Shane surged forward but not straight to Ilya’s cock. He began pressing his lips to Ilya’s neck, dragging them down to his broad chest. He just wanted a moment to worship the body beneath him as Shane figured this would be the only time he would be allowed a taste.

Ilya’s skin felt a little salty from sweat due to the sheer amount of heat the two grown men were radiating inside the small space.

Shane should be grossed out, he hated uncleanliness and if this was any other day he would flinch and tell Ilya to get into the shower.

But this wasn’t any other day as he licked from Ilya’s naval, across his defined abs and back up to his chest with a deep moan, savouring the taste of Ilya who seemed to be allowing Shane to get his fill.

‘You didn’t even want to shake my hand and now here you are licking my sweat up in my backseat.’ Ilya taunted and Shane’s cock twitched as he simply nodded quickly. He then deeply inhaled the scent of cheap cologne and sweat, completely lost in Ilya.  ‘It’s pathetic.’

Ilya quickly picked up on the fact that Shane was getting off on his cruel words so, he continued.

‘I never thought I’d meet a celebrity and they’d be so fucking easy.’ Shane moaned at Ilya’s words, cock leaking as he sat on top of Ilya but Shane, for once, wasn’t focused on himself.

No, he needed to taste more of Ilya.

He trailed his lips down Ilya’s body before his lips wrapping his lips around Ilya’s tip, sucking lightly to collect the pre-cum before he moaned out around the length, mouth stuffed full as he tried to take it deeper.

‘If I knew that all it took for you to stop being a fucking snob was to have you suck my dick, I would have done this sooner.’ Ilya breathed out as Shane began to bob his head, fitting as much of Ilya in his mouth as he could.

The weight on Shane’s tongue felt addictive. Sex had never felt like this before, and Ilya wasn’t even fucking him. He used sex to get a quick release, his partners usually up and leaving once they had bragging rights about fucking Shane Hollander. Due to that reason, Shane didn’t have sex a lot. He knew this was most likely going to be a similar situation but right now Shane couldn’t bring care.

It was like Ilya had rewired Shane’s brain chemistry because all Shane wanted right now was to be good for Ilya.

Maybe Shane was a little bit of a size-queen because the way Shane couldn’t even fit Ilya’s entire cock into his mouth was turning him on so much. He tried to go deeper but gagged on the length which made Ilya laugh, his hands on the back of Shane’s hair, letting him move at his own pace.

‘You can’t even fit me in your mouth, Shane. Do you expect me to get off on this?’ Ilya taunted and Shane’s entire body flushed red, wrapped in delicious shame as he whined against Ilya.

He was trying his best, head bobbing at a relentless pace. Ilya’s cock was coated in spit as Shane drooled against it as he forced himself to take it as deeper as possible. Ilya just laughed.

‘I should record this.’ Ilya hummed as blood rushed to Shane’s heads at his words. ‘I’ll have the world see who you really are. A dumb little cock slut.’

Shane should protest. If Ilya was to record this and it leaked, Shane’s entire career would be on the line. His entire image would be shattered, he could no longer present himself as the perfectly unattainable golden boy of the modelling world. He’d be a joke because of Ilya.

But right now, Ilya’s cock was doing something to the rational side of Shane’s brain because Shane realised that he wanted that. He wanted the world to see what a mess only Ilya could make out of him.

Shane whined and picked up the pace, Ilya’s grip in his hair tightening. ‘Do you like that, Shane?’ He taunted and Shane nodded around the cock, eyes closed in pure bliss.

Shane pulled up to breathe, eyes and cheeks wet with tears, a line of spit falling from his lips. Ilya thought he looked a vision. ‘Get your phone.’ Shane pleaded.

Ilya’s face looked surprised for a second before he felt back into character, his hand scrambling beside the space between the seats and the front for his phone blindly.

Eventually, he grabbed it and looked to Shane again who nodded in permission. He went straight back to Ilya’s cock, eyes glancing up as Ilya began recording, flashlight on so Shane could be viewed, perfectly.

‘Even now you still want to be in the spotlight, don’t you Shane?’ Ilya almost cooed, one hand moving the phone closer to get a close up of Shane sucking his dick and the other running through his hair. ‘Little attention whore.’

Shane moaned, eyes flickering up to the bright light in his face as he heard Ilya breathe out at the sight, starting to lose his composure.

‘Tell them, baby.’ Ilya encouraged. ‘Tell them you’re an attention whore.’

Baby.

Shane whined and pulled off, eyes glassy as he looked at the camera. ‘I’m an attention whore’ he repeats dumbly as Ilya smirked, guiding Shane’s lips back to his cock which Shane happily opened up for.

The camera in his face only made him more determined to be good for Ilya. He relaxed his throat around what he could take and fucked Ilya’s cock into his mouth, finding a rhythm he could keep up with.

‘Fuck.’ He heard Ilya grunt.

Shane moaned, rutting his own erection down against Ilya’s thigh who laughed meanly, capturing it on camera.

‘Like a fucking dog.’ He growled, gripping Shane’s hair as he started to move Shane’s head up and down for him. ‘Look at him, everyone.’ Ilya started to talk to the camera as if Shane wasn’t even there.

‘Finally managed to shut him up.’ He breathed heavy behind the camera which was picking up the obscene sounds of Shane’s wet mouth and his moans. ‘All the brat needed was a good dick to suck on. Isn’t that right, Shane?’ Shane nodded frantically around the length, mouth stuffed to the brim.

‘Touch yourself.’ Ilya breathed out. On command, Shane wrapped his hand around his own cock, stroking himself with a whimper. Ilya made a point of moving the camera closer to where Shane was touching himself. ‘He doesn’t last long, I bet he’s already about to cum.’

Shane whined because Ilya was right.

Ilya continued to bob Shane’s head up and down on his length, letting out low grunts. ‘Fuck, Shane.’ Ilya moaned. ‘Do you need to cum baby?’ He breathed out, eye’s focused on Shane from behind the phone.

Between Ilya calling him baby, the weight of Ilya’s cock in his mouth and his hand wrapped around his own cock, Shane was gone.

He nodded deliriously and Ilya laughed cruelly. ‘Stop touching yourself.’

Shane whined, mouth stuffed full of Ilya as he shook his head around the length, he was so close, he was seconds away when a sharp sting shot through his scalp, forcing his mouth off from Ilya’s cock.

‘Such a fucking slut.’ Ilya tutted as Shane tried to lean forwards wrap his lips back around Ilya’s dick but he was held back in an iron grip.

‘Ah, no. Only good boys get this.’ Ilya moved his hand from Shane’s hair and wrapped a hand around himself, lazily moving his hand up and down.

Shane stopped touching himself, hands coming up to feel across Ilya’s abs, eyes looking up past the camera and straight to Ilya. ‘I need-.’ Shane breathed out, lips slightly parted as his eyes darted between Ilya’s eyes and his cock.

‘Tell them what you need, baby.’ Ilya purred, camera focused on Shane’s face.

Shane’s eyes met the camera, bottom lip jutting out. He looked nothing like the poised model everyone knew him to be, he looked like a fucking porn star.

‘I need you back in my mouth.’ He breathed out desperately as Ilya’s free hand came up to slide a finger into Shane’s mouth which he took in greedily.

‘Please.’ He whined, taking the finger deeper but Ilya still was not budging as he watched Shane with intensity.

‘Please, please daddy.’ He begged around the digit, both men stilling for a second as the camera picked up the exact moment Shane’s eyes widened at the realisation of what he had just said.

Ilya’s lips simply curled as Shane pulled off entirely from Ilya’s finger.

‘I mean-‘ Shane sputtered.

‘Do you want me to be your daddy, baby?’ Ilya hummed, his wet finger smearing across Shane’s cheek.

Shane felt his face on fire as he slowly nodded. Ilya chuckled. ‘Then tell them who’s your daddy.’

Shane’s eyes shyly met the camera again, lips parted but nothing was coming out.

‘Don’t go shy on me, baby. Tell them.’ Ilya encouraged, eyes filled with lust.

‘You.’ Shane finally breathed out. ‘Please, daddy. I just want it back in my mouth.’

Ilya hummed, clearly pleased as he led Shane’s head back onto his cock which had Shane moaning in content, hips rolling down against Ilya again.

‘Good boy.’ Ilya praised from behind the camera. ‘I bet they are all so jealous of me.’ Ilya tutted, running his hand through Shane’s hair. ‘But only I get you like this. Don’t I, baby?’

Shane moaned softly at the possessive tone as he lifted himself off from Ilya’s cock, lips wet with spit. ‘Only you, daddy.’ He murmured, lips pressing against Ilya’s tip as he glanced up to the camera. ‘Only want your cock.’

Shane felt drunk, it was if Ilya had casted some fucking spell on him the way he was acting but he couldn’t deny how much he loved it, how much he adored giving up control for once.

Shane had never been with someone like Ilya before. His previous partners were always cautious, treated him like he was made of glass. Granted, a lot of them were fellow models with images to protect so he did understand but Shane craved the feeling of just being able to let go.

‘Show them how much you love it, princess.’ Ilya breathed out, shoulders rolling back as Shane took him back into his mouth, determined to put on a good show.

Shane was making a mess, taking Ilya as deep as he possibly could. Tears fell from his eyes as he felt the cock hit the back of his throat as he softly gagged.

‘Fuck, Shane.’ Ilya moaned, starting to get close.

Shane hummed in response, relaxing his throat as much as possible before he started to bob his head again around Ilya’s cock.

‘Daddy’s pretty boy’ He heard Ilya breathe out which had his cheeks heating up at the praise. Ilya’s hand gently tugged on his hair as he started to move Shane at his own pace.

‘Like that, baby. So good.’ He continued to encourage as Shane’s hips rolled down against him.

‘Touch yourself. Show them how quick you cum for me.’ Ilya hummed as Shane wasted no time in wrapping his hand back around himself.

Shane moaned low, mouth full. It took him a few more seconds before the camera caught the moment that he came for the second time against Ilya’s leg, some of it splashing onto the car seat between them too.

He didn’t even have time to register as Ilya pulled Shane off his cock, replacing Shane’s mouth with his own hand.

Shane watched, tears staining on his cheeks, eyes glassy and lips wet as Ilya touched himself. He stroked his hand up and down his cock which was wet from Shane’s mouth, creating the most perfect friction.

Shane leaned impossibly closer, so he was hovering over Ilya’s tip. ‘Please.’ He breathed out before his eyes locked onto the camera. ‘Please cum for me, daddy.’

Ilya was gone.

He came hard, cum shooting from his cock as the camera caught the moment it splattered onto Shane’s lips and chin who smiled dumbly, lips already darting out to get a taste. Shane looked fucking sinful.

Ilya was breathing heavy as he held out his own hand that was wrapped around his cock to Shane who surged forwards, desperate to lick up every last drop of Ilya. He sucked Ilya’s fingers clean, eyes looking past the camera and straight to Ilya who was looking back with a fond look.

‘Good boy.’ Ilya finally praised, causing Shane to blush and pull back as Ilya shut off the camera.

The pair laid in silence for a while, Shane slumped against Ilya’s chest as Ilya’s hands played with his hair.

It was nice. Almost domestic.

‘Do you need me to delete it?’ Ilya broke the silence, referring to the video.

‘Oh.’ Shane should say yes as that tape was potentially career ending. ‘Do you want to?’

‘No.’ Ilya answered back honestly. ‘But I can.’

Shane shook his head. ‘No, it’s okay. Keep it.’ Shane had no idea why he was placing his trust in Ilya considering he was more or less a stranger. But Shane couldn’t deny how hot he found being recorded.

‘Could you…’ Shane’s cheeks heated up. ‘Could you send it to me?’

Ilya chuckled softly and nodded again. ‘Sure.’

The two fell back into a comfortable silence, enjoying the feeling of just holding each other.

‘I should go, it’s late.’ Ilya hummed after a little longer and Shane nodded with a small smile. ‘I’ll take a look at your car tomorrow and let you know.’

‘Yeah.’ Shane moved first, grabbing his boxers and shorts. He was suddenly becoming aware of how dirty he was.

He awkwardly fumbled around in the backseat as he put on this boxers and shorts before glancing to Ilya, what the fuck are you supposed to say?

‘Thanks.’ He exhaled, reaching for the handle. Ilya glanced at him, lips twitching upwards. ‘Goodnight, Shane.’

Shane managed a quick ‘night’ before he got out of the truck, hit with the cool night air.

He made his way into the cottage with a dumb grin on his lips. He went to the bathroom, stripped off and just before he got into the shower, his phone lit up.

Ilya

Attachment: 1 video.  

Shane’s smile only grew more.

 

 

Chapter 2: pretty (kind of dirty face)

Chapter Summary

Shane couldn't stop thinking about the night him and Ilya shared together. With his car back in the garage, he knew this was the perfect oppertunity to ask the mechanic for more.

But this was just for sex, right? Nothing more.

At least, that's what Shane told himself.

Chapter Notes

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The garage called quicker than expected the next day, to Shane’s disappointed it wasn’t Ilya on the other end, but Luca was nice enough, explaining that Shane’s car had an issue with the throttle, but it was an easy fix so would be ready by the next day.

Shane pretended to know what that meant as he thanked Luca for calling.

That day, Shane kept himself busy. He cooked, cleaned, worked out before hopping on a call with his agent to discuss his upcoming schedule for next month.

He was already very booked up.

At night, Shane curled up in his bed and pressed play on the video.

He bit his lip, watching with wide eyes as he watched himself suck Ilya’s dick. Shane had never seen himself look so gone.

The flashlight showed everything, Shane’s teary eyes, lips wet with spit. Shane watched Ilya’s big hands grip his hair, hearing his mean words from behind the camera.

Shane was usually high-strung, he liked order, cleanliness, routine. But Ilya had made him realise how good it felt to just let go.

In that moment he wasn’t Shane Hollander, he was Ilya’s baby.

And god, Shane wanted to hear that pet name from Ilya’s lips again.

He spent the early evening with his hand around his cock, other hand holding his phone to watch the video on repeat, picturing Ilya’s hands on him once again.

He reminisced how good it felt to let go, to follow Ilya’s words. His lips parted involuntarily as he pictured his mouth back around Ilya’s thick cock, stuffed full as he desperately tried to take it all down.

Shane reckoned if he had enough practice, he’d be able to do it. But in order for that to happen, he’d need to see Ilya again.

Shane was dying to spend another night with the man. But next time, he wanted to feel him fucking everywhere. He knew for a fact that nobody he had sex with previously came even close to Ilya’s size. He wasn’t even sure if his body would be able to take it.

But Shane would make it fit. He wasn’t a quitter.

Shane came quickly with Ilya’s name on his tongue. His brain felt a little sluggish, but he willed himself to clean himself up, ready to see the man that had invaded his head in the most lustful way.

Shane wanted more and he always got what he wanted.

It was the next morning and Shane was determined. He was going to walk in there and tell Ilya exactly what he wants.

Easy.

He dressed up just a little nicer than usual. Jeans that made his ass look good and a silk shirt, a sliver of his toned chest exposed.

He then reluctantly booked a taxi which arrived on time.

The drive was almost familiar by this point and before Shane knew it, he was getting out of the taxi with his hand sanitizer in hand as he stood outside of the garage once again.

He walked in, sunglasses on. To his surprise, Ilya was at the front desk, and he looked fucking hot.

His arms were bare, tucked over his broad chest which made them bulge out even more as he wore a white tank top and jeans.

Ilya’s eyes flickered up to acknowledge Shane before he focused back on the customer in front of him.

It was a woman, maybe in her late twenties. She was blonde and leggy, twirling her long hair at Ilya who was maintaining eye contact, a charming grin on his lips.

Shane’s skin prickled with jealousy.

‘Thank you again.’ She hummed, batting her eyelashes as Ilya smiled. ‘Is my pleasure.’ Ilya responded as Shane listened to the woman giggle.

He rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses.

‘I’ll know who to call if I have any more problems.’ The blonde said playfully, dragging the conversation out longer than needed. ‘Yes, you have our number so you can just call whenever.’ Ilya hums.

Shane bit the inside of his cheek, folding his arms over his body in a defensive position.

He knew damn well he had no right to be jealous, the pair had spent one night together in the back of a beaten-up truck.

But Shane wasn’t in the mood to be sensical right now.

‘Oh, I will. Bye Ilya.’ She purred, not acknowledging Shane as she walked confidently towards the front door. Shane was just annoyed that she was apparently on first name basis with him.

‘You’re popular.’ Shane acknowledged flatly, wanting to gauge Ilya’s reaction who just let out a snort.

‘Yes, very.’ He admitted, eyes carelessly dragging across Shane’s body.

Shane scoffs at the advance.

‘Your car is in the back.’ Ilya hummed, not moving from where he was stood.

‘It’s fixed?’ Shane questions, tone snappy. Ilya shrugs. ‘For now. Until it breaks down again, obviously.’

Shane rolls his eyes and walks into the back like he owns the place. He could hear Ilya trailing behind him.

‘I had fun the other night.’ Ilya teases, Shane stops dead in his tracks and swings around.

‘Will you keep your fucking voice down?’ He seethes, eyes darting around the thankfully empty space.

Ilya just walks past him with a laugh. ‘Everybody is on their lunch. Just me, baby.’

Shane shakes his head in despair as he follows the man, ignoring the way hit body lit up towards the pet name.

‘Are you mad at me?’ Ilya pouts, clearly joking as he twirls Shane’s keys around his fingers.

‘What?’ Shane shoots back, now standing behind Ilya who was in front of his car.

Ilya turned, casually shrugging. ‘Well, you seemed pretty happy when I left you the other night.’ He acknowledged, causing Shane’s face to heat up.

‘So, I can’t figure out whether your mad at me about something or if you’re just jealous.’

Shane’s mouth opened and closed like a fish, not expecting to be confronted about his behaviour so suddenly.

‘I’m not-‘ Shane sputters in disbelief. ‘I’m not jealous.’

He totally was. But that was none of Ilya’s business.

 ‘Okay. Good. So, we can be friends again?’ Ilya grins back, Shane just scoffs ‘We’re not friends.’ He retorts pointedly.

Ilya’s lips curl, eyes alive with amusement. ‘You seemed pretty friendly the other day. I have a video to prove it.’

Shane’s ears burned as he once again looked around the empty lot. ‘Will you shut up?’ He responds, tone a little weaker than he had hoped.

Ilya had a lot on Shane now, the intimate video would be enough to make him a joke. It was a strange power play that send a thrill up Shane’s spine.

Ilya had the upper hand here, both men knew it.

‘I don’t fuck my customers.’ Ilya suddenly hums, causing Shane’s gaze to snap up.

Shane couldn’t deny that he felt a small feeling of relief as Ilya more or less confirmed that he didn’t have anything to worry about with the woman from before.

Ilya then moved forwards, close enough where Shane found himself automatically leaning in.

His eyes closed as he felt Ilya’s breath against his ear. ‘I guess you’re my exception.’ He murmurs, teeth lightly taking hold of Shane’s earlobe who softly exhaled.

‘I don’t believe you.’ Shane whispers out, lips parted as Ilya continued to suck against the flesh.

‘Believe what you like, I don’t care.’ Ilya counters, enjoying how easily Shane goes pliant against him.. Shane leaned into Ilya, inhaling his scent.

‘Can we be friends again, baby?’ Ilya coos, arms wrapping around Shane’s waist to grip his ass.

Shane dumbly nods, forgetting why he was even mad at Ilya to begin with.

‘Say it.’ Ilya then taunts, squeezing Shane’s ass with his hands.

‘We can be friends.’ Shane breathed back, head tilted to the side as Ilya planted kisses against his neck.

Ilya smirked in triumph before he pulled back completely, breaking Shane from the spell. His face was already a beautiful shade of red.

Shane was used to bossing people around and getting what he wanted. Ilya never gave him that, he treated Shane with this push and pull attitude which had his head swimming. Putty in Ilya’s hands.

Ilya started to drone on about the car, acting like he wasn’t just groping Shane in the middle of the shop. Shane’s mind was elsewhere, too busy gearing himself up to ask the question that had been on mind.

‘-But you can come into pay whenever.’ Ilya’s voice cut back in as Shane nods. Ilya started to walk inside, and Shane figured, fuck it. The man already has my sex tape, why not give him more ammunition to add to his growing list.

‘Would you…’ Shane breathed out, Ilya stopped walking and turned. ‘Hm?’ Ilya hummed, figuring he misheard Shane whose cheeks were heating up yet again.

‘Would you maybe…’ He felt himself cringe, knowing how desperate he was about to sound. ‘Would you maybe like to come over again.?’ He blurted out as Ilya’s eyes snapped up to meet his.

‘What?’ Ilya asks, his tone suggesting that he knew exactly what Shane was talking about, he just wanted to make him say it out loud.

Shane glanced around at the empty car park before his eyes went to the floor, embarrassed.

‘For sex. He clarifies, ears burning. ‘You don’t have to-‘

‘I would like to.’ Ilya quickly cuts back in, and Shane’s shoulders relax at the admission.

‘Cool. Right.’ He cleared his throat and nodded to himself, still refusing to look at Ilya. ‘I mean, I can prep and stuff so you don’t need to…do all that.’ Shane laughed lightly but Ilya could feel the nervousness radiating from Shane.

Ilya’s eyebrows pinch together at the comment.

‘Why would you prep?’ He asks casually.

Shane’s eyes somehow managed to meet Ilya’s as he cleared his throat. ‘So, you don’t have to waste your time with you know…stretching me.’ Shane winces at his own words, eyes back to his feet. ‘You can just get right to it.’

Ilya’s jaw ticked at the realisation that this had been a learnt behaviour from Shane’s previous partners.

‘Don’t prep.’ Ilya said bluntly.

Shane nods small and clears his throat. ‘When are you free?’ Ilya adds, taking lead as Shane shrinks in on himself.

All the time, I have no friends. Shane wanted to say.

‘I could do tomorrow?’ He suggests, he wanted to say tonight but that might come off a little too desperate.

‘I finish work at five, so I could come straight to you?’

‘Cool.’ Shane hums distantly but Ilya wasn’t having it as he walked forwards and hooked his finger under Shane’s jaw, forcing their eyes to meet.

‘Where’s my brat gone?’ He teases, eyes scanning over Shane’s face.

My. Ilya’s.

Shane liked that a little too much.

‘Shut up.’ He fired back weakly, causing Ilya to chuckle softly. ‘I just…don’t do this often.’

Because I usually get too attached, like I already have done, Shane thinks to himself.

‘You don’t need to be nervous, I’ll take good care of you.’ Ilya’s tone was still teasing but the way his finger brushed against Shane’s cheek so tenderly as if he was a porcelain doll made it sound more like a promise.

Shane nodded with a soft smile. ‘So, tomorrow?’

‘Tomorrow.’ Ilya confirms with a grin.

The next day went slow. Shane took a few boring meetings as he was due to fly out to France in a couple weeks, he feigned interest and nodded along politely although his head was somewhere else enetierly.

At four, he took a thorough shower and made sure he was clean everywhere. He dried himself off, styled his hair and opted to just wear a shirt and some shorts, although he did swap the shirt around multiple times because it didn’t look right.

It was now almost five thirty, the time Ilya had texted him. Shane was sat on the sofa, knee bouncing. He could do casual sex, he had done it before. All of Shane’s sexual encounters, although not many, consisted off late night hotel rooms and never speaking again.

Sure, it hurt after the fact, but Shane needed to explore whatever the hell was burning between himself and Ilya.

Shane hears the buzzer and quickly springs up, unlocking the gate through his phone. He then watches through the cameras as Ilya’s tow truck pulls up into his driveway.

It was five-thirty pm, he wasn’t late.

There’s a knock at the door and Shane quickly opens to see Ilya, dressed in his work clothes, and covered in paint.

‘You’re filthy.’ Shane comments which warrants an eyeroll from Ilya.

‘Yes, I came straight from work.’ Ilya points out, eyes trailing down Shane.

‘You could’ve at least changed clothes.’ Shane huffs out as Ilya just chuckles, hands casually in his pockets.

‘Sure, I’ll go right now then?’

Shane rolls his eyes and grabs Ilya by his shirt, pulling him closer. ‘Shut up.’ He grumbles at Ilya’s joke.

‘Careful. I wouldn’t want to get you dirty.’ Ilya smirks, wanting nothing but to see Shane covered in his cum again.

‘Be quiet.’ Shane retorts, placing his lips to Ilya’s neck with a soft sigh of relief. Ilya took his hands from his pockets to rest on Shane’s waist.

‘Are you going to let me get through the door?’ Ilya grins, tilting his neck for easier access as Shane dragged him inside. Ilya kicked the door closed with his foot as the pair stumbled into Shane’s house, Shane was already dragging them into the bedroom.

Their lips connected in a heated kiss, Shane moaning into Ilya’s mouth as large hands grabbed is ass. ‘Are you feeling needy?’ Ilya hums, squeezing Shane’s ass. The pair stumbled their way into the master suite, hands all over each other.

‘Shut up.’ Shane growls back, hands already tugging at Ilya’s jeans. ‘Just-fuck, take these off.’

Ilya obliged, unbuttoning his mucky jeans. Shane did the rest of the work and sank to his knees, hands tugging furiously to yank Ilya’s jeans down.

Once the jeans were off, Shane got to work in planting open mouth kisses to Ilya’s clothed cock which was slowly filling out at the attention. Ilya bit back a moan at the sheer sight.

Shane needed to feel the weight of Ilya in his mouth again. He had spent his entire day on calls where he had to be professional, he just needed to switch off again.

Shane pulled down Ilya’s boxers and let out a soft sigh of content at the sight of it. Quickly, he leaned forwards to wrap his lips around the tip with a hum.

Ilya, noticing that Shane was being quite pliant allowed the brunette to go at his own pace. He ran his hands gently through Shane’s hair with an exhale as Shane took him deeper.

‘You look so pretty.’ Ilya breathes out suddenly which causes Shane’s heart to spike a little.

The first time they did this it was charged with anger, this felt different.

Shane didn’t have time to dwell on how Ilya’s admission made him feel, he just took as much as he could in his mouth and started to slowly bob his head, eyes fluttering shut.

‘Da. Good boy.’ Ilya praises with a moan, hands lightly tugging on Shane’s hair. Shane continued to bob his head, humming around the length.

Ilya let him continue a little longer before beckoning Shane up. Ilya smiled at the sight of Shane’s wet lips and glassy eyes before he brought their lips together once more in a deep kiss. 

Shane quickly rid himself of his shirt to which Ilya took the opportunity to push Shane down on the bed, straddling the model as he took Shane’s nipple into his mouth.

‘Oh, fuck.’ Shane breathed out, not ever realising how sensitive his nipples were before this. Ilya continued to tease Shane by flicking his tongue against the sensitive nub. His fingers busy pulling down Shane’s sweatpants to reveal his cock that was straining against his boxers.

‘Someone’s happy to see me.’ Ilya purrs against Shane’s chest.

‘Just- shut up. Touch me.’ Shane protests, tilting his neck to the side as Ilya finds another part of his body to tease with his mouth. Ilya just chuckles.

‘I am touching you, Shane.’ Ilya retorts smartly which results in an eyeroll from Shane.

‘You know what I mean.’ He bites back, Ilya’s hands gliding across his bare torso. Shane was already painfully hard, cock leaking against his boxers.

‘Mm, no. I don’t.’ Ilya pouts, feigning confusion. ‘Where do you want me to touch?’ He then hummed, lips trailing down Shane’s chest, licking a stripe against his nipple which had Shane whimpering at the contact.

‘Maybe here?’ Ilya continued, lips travelling further town to Shane’s stomach. Shane let out a low breath at the teasing as he watched Ilya go lower and lower.

‘Hm, maybe here.’ His lips curled into a smile as he lightly grazed his nose against Shane’s crotch which had Shane bucking up his hips.

‘I think you like here.’ Ilya drawls, lightly sucking against Shane’s clothed tip.

‘Ilya, please.’ Shane whined, body squirming at the relentless teasing. Ilya just laughed and continued to plant open mouth kisses against him.

‘You’re so cute when you’re not running your mouth.’ He hummed, fingers hooking under Shane’s waistband as he slowly pulled down his boxers.

The first time they did this dance it was rough, quick, and heated. This time, it was as though Ilya was purposefully taking his time and it was driving Shane mad.

Ilya leant down and wrapped his lips around Shane’s tip with a soft hum whilst Shane’s fingers tangled themselves into Ilya’s curls.

‘Fuck.’ He whimpered as Ilya started to take him in.

Ilya started to bob his head slowly, hands gripping Shane’s waist in a firm grip.

Shane’s head was thrown back against the pillow, eyes fluttering shut and mouth agape.

‘You’re so good at this.’ He breathed out as Ilya came up for air, eyes trailing shamelessly over Shane’s fit body.

Shane didn’t expect it when he felt Ilya grab his underneath his thighs with his large hands, folding him over so Shane’s knees were by his face.

Ilya then leant forward, tongue darting out to swipe against his hole as Shane’s eyes shot open at the sensation.

‘Ilya.’ He gasped, nobody had ever done this to him before.

‘Hm?’ Ilya hummed, content between Shane’s legs as he teased Shane’s entrance with his tongue.

‘You don’t have to.’ Shane spoke softly. Ilya didn’t even like him, he didn’t need to do something as intimate as this. He could just stretch Shane out, fuck him and be done.

Like Shane’s previous partners.

‘I want to.’ Ilya protested, hands still holding Shane up as his tongue started to work against the tight muscle.

‘Pretty fucking hole. I can’t wait to fuck it.’ Ilya’s voice was muffled as he continued to tease Shane’s rim with his tongue.

Shane had to close his eyes, feeling so overwhelmed in the best possible way. He had the urge to grind down, but he refrained, he didn’t want to be greedy.

‘Ilya.’ He whimpered, still a little embarrassed. Ilya didn’t pay him any mind, purposefully wanting to take Shane apart with his tongue to prove a point.

 ‘Oh my god.’ Shane breathed, his eyes opening once again at the feeling Ilya’s tongue finally slip inside.

Shane willed himself to relax against as Ilya started to eat him out like a starved man. All Shane could do was to lie back and take it.

It felt so good. Shane hadn’t realised what he had been missing out on all this time.

Ilya continued to stretch him out with his tongue, moaning softly against Shane who was starting to realise that Ilya was enjoying this. It was turning him on.

‘So good.’ Shane started to encourage, hands coming down to rest in Ilya’s curls once again. Ilya moaned softly, fucking Shane with his tongue at an unhurried pace. ‘Fuck, baby. That’s so good.’

Shane was so turned on, hard cock pressed up against his stomach. He didn’t even attempt to touch himself, more than content with the feeling of Ilya’s tongue working itself into him.

‘Nobody has ever done this to me before.’ Shane admits, a small curl on his lips as Ilya pulled back to press some kisses to Shane’s inner thigh.

‘Because they haven’t been fucking you properly.’ Ilya grumbles, jaw a little tight at Shane’s admission.

‘But you will?’ Shane teases, eyes meeting Ilya’s who was continuing to pepper kisses against Shane’s skin.

‘I’m going to ruin you.’ Ilya hums as if he was stating a fact.

Shane laughs softly but Ilya interjects. ‘Hm, I’m not joking. Pass me your lube.’

Shane bashfully reaches over and pulls out a half empty bottle of lube from his bedside drawer. Ilya takes it from him, uncapping the lid before he drizzled some onto his fingers.

He coats his two fingers in the substance, bringing his hand down, a single finger teasing against Shane’s hole.

‘Every time you have sex, you’ll wish it was me.’ Ilya slowly pushed his finger in which warranted a soft breath from Shane.

‘Shut up.’ Shane protested, voice weak. Deep down he knew everything Ilya was saying was right. Their first time together was already the hottest experience of Shane’s life.

‘I’m serious.’ Ilya replied, curling the digit which caused Shane to arch his back against the bed.

‘Fuck.’ Shane moaned as Ilya worked the single finger into him. His movements were slow, as if he was trying to take Shane apart piece by piece.

‘Can’t believe you would think that I wanted you to prep.’ Ilya scoffed, thrusting the single finger into him.

Shane was tight, but Ilya was in no rush.

Shane needed more already, hips shyly working down against Ilya’s digit. ‘Ilya.’ He whined softly but Ilya shushed him, knowing exactly what Shane needed.

‘I don’t want you prepping without me ever, do you understand? I could eat your perfect ass out for fucking hours.’ Ilya slowly introduced a second finger alongside the first. Shane whimpered, feeling Ilya stretch him out skilfully.

The way Ilya was talking made it seem like this was going to be more than a one-time thing. Shane fucking hoped that was the case.  

Shane moaned quietly as Ilya moved his two fingers, curling them perfectly. His actions along with his words were driving Shane mad.

‘Ilya.’ He moaned, eyes fluttering closed as Ilya continued to slowly stretch him out.

He suddenly felt Ilya brush against his prostate, and he whimpered. ‘There, please there.’

‘You ask so nicely when you’re wanting to get fucked.’ Ilya smirks, purposefully missing the spot that had Shane seeing stars.

‘Should’ve just done this when we first met, hm? Could’ve fucked you on the hood of that stupid car you have.’ The Russian continues as Shane attempts to move down against Ilya’s fingers who just laughs.

‘It’s not stupid.’ Shane breathes out, needing to interject somehow but his mind was growing clouded.

Ilya just tuts, flexing his fingers out as he continued to pump them into the tight hole. Shane’s head was thrown back with the stretch, but he knew he needed this before he could even consider taking Ilya’s dick.

‘It’s very stupid.’ Ilya hums back, fingers moving expertly against Shane ‘and I am going to make you tell me that it’s stupid.’

Shane weakly scoffed and shook his head but before he knew it Ilya’s fingers were back against his prostate. ‘Oh my god.’ He moaned softly, cock leaking against his stomach at the stimulation.

‘Have you got a stupid car, princess?’  Ilya cooed, eyes not once leaving Shane as he curled his fingers up, slowly thrusting them into him to graze against his prostate each time.

Shane shook his head lightly and whispered a soft. ‘No.’

‘That’s okay. We’ll try again, hm?’ Ilya’s condescending soft tone was turning Shane on so much.

Ilya fucked the two fingers into him, Shane’s moans to get louder. Shane didn’t think it was previously possible, but he was starting to realise that he could cum just like this.

‘Ilya.’ He pleaded, heat bubbling up in his lower stomach deliciously. ’I wanna-‘

Ilya just lightly shook his head. ‘No, baby.’ He tutted. ‘Only good boys get to cum.’

Shane whined softly in protest, desperately trying to grind against the two fingers inside of him. Ilya’s movements were gradually building up a pace that was working Shane up closer and closer to the brink.

It was maddening.

‘You want to cum? You will tell me that you have a bad car.’ Ilya plainly states, he could tell Shane was close, writhing against his fingers.

‘Daddy.’ He pleaded, hopeful that would sweeten up Ilya into giving him what he wants. Ilya just laughs in response.

‘Such a stubborn brat.’ He murmurs, face amused as he starts to thrust his fingers quicker, curling them against Shane’s prostate each time. ‘I guess it’s okay having a stupid car when you know your daddy will come and fix it for you every time.’

The idea of Ilya being his sounded a little too nice.

The heat in Shane’s stomach was building up, he reached down to wrap his hand around himself, but it was quickly snatched away by Ilya.

‘Ah. No. You want to cum? I’ll make you cum. But you know what I want to hear first.’ He smirked as Shane’s eyes opened to meet his. They looked wide and desperate, Ilya thought he looked fucking beautiful.

‘Please.’ Shane whispered, the teasing against his prostate was too much and Ilya was starting to pick up the pace, hitting his prostate with every calculated drag of his fingers. ‘Daddy.’

Ilya grinned in early triumph as he saw the exact moment Shane was starting to break. ‘Daddy, please.’ He continued to moan, pleasure coursing through his entire body as Ilya fucked two fingers into him.

He couldn’t hold it anymore, but he needed to be good. ‘Oh my god.’ He whimpered, throwing his head back in defeat. ‘It’s a bad car.’ He started to babble. ‘So bad, the worst. You were right.’

Ilya smirked, fingers hitting Shane’s prostate with each thrust. ‘Good boy.’ He softly cooed, his spare hand reaching up to tweak one of Shane’s nipples teasingly. ‘Cum for me, baby.’

Shane came untouched seconds later, with a loud moan and a thank you tumbling from his lips, cum splattered against his lower stomach as Ilya fucked him through it with his fingers.

‘Fuck.’ He breathed out as Ilya eventually pulled out with a lazy grin on his lips. He dropped Shane’s legs and simply laid in between his thighs, his tongue darting out to lick up Shane’s cum.

Shane breathed shakily at the sight, fingers running through the soft curls.

‘You still want me to fuck you?’ Ilya hummed against the tanned skin to which Shane immediately nodded. ‘If you want to.’  

Ilya rolled his eyes at the comment. ‘I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to fuck you, Shane.’ He states plainly which causes Shane’s face to heat up.

‘So, tell me what you want.’ Ilya continued.

Shane felt a little embarrassed being put on the spot, eyes focusing on his own stomach. Ilya slowly moved his way up Shane’s body, suddenly face to face, waiting for an answer. ‘I want you to fuck me.’ Shane replied softly, ears burning red, eyes still looking everywhere but Ilya.

Ilya tutted and roughly grabbed Shane’s face in his hand, pinching the soft cheeks together. ‘My shy boy.’ Ilya cooed, lightly shaking Shane’s face side to side in his hand condescendingly. ‘Try again. I want you to look at me when you’re asking for my cock.’

Shane squirmed in place. ‘Ilya.’ He weakly protested, his dick was already getting hard again. Shyly, Shane brought his eyes up to meet Ilya’s. ‘Please fuck me.’ He murmured, eyes starting to get a little glassy he was that fucking desperate.

Ilya breathed out at the sight beneath him, dropping Shane’s face, pleased. ‘That’s better. I don’t like how you think this is some chore for me.’ He responded, lips coming down to kiss along Shane’s neck . ‘I haven’t stopped thinking about fucking you.’ Ilya admits.

Shane felt a little relieved that it wasn’t just him that felt that way.

Ilya caught their lips in a deep kiss, both men moaning into it as their hard cock brushed against each other. ‘Please.’ Shane murmured against Ilya, hips bucking up. ‘I need you.’

Ilya was losing his composure at the sound of Shane’s pleading.

‘Do you have condoms?’ Ilya hummed, lips peppering Shane’s cheek and neck whilst the other nodded, reaching over to his bedside table before he paused.

‘I’m clean.’ He said shyly, cheeks heating a little as Ilya hovered over Shane’s face with a small grin.

‘Yes, me too.’ Ilya responded, clearly wanting to watch Shane squirm a little.

‘So, we could maybe…not use one?’ He sputtered out, face red.

Ilya chuckled, placing a soft kiss to Shane’s forehead.

‘You want to feel me?’ Ilya teased as Shane rolled his eyes playfully.

‘Yes.’ He answered back honestly before drawing their lips back together.

The kiss was slow, both men in no rush as their hands moved against each other, eager to touch every inch of skin.

 Ilya eventually reached over and grabbed the bottle of lube again, pulling back to drizzle a generous amount into his hands before he wrapped his palm around himself, coating his cock in the substance with lazy strokes.

 Shane was watching with lust-filled eyes, just drinking in the sight of Ilya. He was already fully hard again after the first orgasm, lips slightly parted as he watched Ilya touch himself.

Ilya was so big,  it was hard, tip red and leaking pre-cum. Shane had never wanted something so badly before in his life.

‘Please.’ Shane spoke softly, Ilya chuckled and reached out to bend Shane’s knee, holding it in place. He drizzled a little more lube against Shane’s now exposed hole who shivered at the sensation.  Then, Ilya lined up. Shane could feel the head of Ilya’s cock pressed up against him, not pushing in just yet. Just there, a warning.

Even from the outside, Ilya felt fucking huge. Shane could tell that an average sized dick wouldn’t be able to do it for him anymore, not after Ilya fucked him.

Ilya circled the head of his cock around Shane’s hole, smearing pre-cum against the muscle which was now coated in lube. Shane felt himself shakily exhale in anticipation.

Ilya’s eyes were on Shane, watching every movement. His fingers trailed up, brushing against Shane’s cock which twitched at the contact. ‘Big useless thing.’ Ilya tutted, lips switching up into a smirk, watching Shane flush.

‘It’s not-.’ Shane breathed out, head getting foggy. The contact of Ilya’s hand on his cock, his dick pressed up to Shane’s ass. It was too much. ‘Ilya, please.’

‘It’s useless, baby.’ Ilya hums, giving Shane a few lazy strokes. ‘Just a pretty accessory, isn’t it?’

Shane found himself nodding at Ilya’s words. Ilya pouted and gently nodded back to him, teasing. ‘Tell me you have a useless cock.’

Shane whined in protest, face burning red at the humiliation. ‘Ilya-‘

‘Tell me, baby.’ Ilya purrs, watching the pre-cum from Shane’s tip go onto his hand. ‘Tell daddy how fucking useless this big dick of yours is.’

As if to tease him further, Ilya pressed in firmer against his ass, cock daring to breach the rim. Shane needed Ilya now.

‘It’s useless. So useless, daddy.’ Shane babbled, trying to move his hips down to get Ilya inside. ‘Just want to get fucked, please.’

Ilya hummed in contemplation, Shane didn’t know how Ilya could be so calm right now, he felt as though he was losing his mind and Ilya wasn’t even inside yet.

‘Good boy.’ Ilya praised, hand leaving Shane’s cock. ‘Look at me.’

Shane’s eyes managed to meet Ilya’s, it was only when he did so that he realised Ilya was also hanging on by a thread. His pupils were dilated, hair a little messy from how much Shane had been pulling on him.

He looked beautiful.

‘Pretty boy.’ Ilya murmured, as if thinking aloud. Shane smiled small, wiggling his hips down. ‘Fuck me, Ilya. Please.’

That seemed to do it because Ilya finally pushed inside, Shane’s jaw dropped. Ilya eased himself in slowly, inch by inch, a groan of pleasure leaving his lips at the feeling of Shane’s tight hole around his dick.

Shane gasped head thrown back against the pillow at the intrusion as Ilya continued to push. ‘Oh-god.’ He whimpered, Ilya wasn’t even halfway in yet and Shane was already gone. It was like the air had been punched from his lungs as Ilya just kept going.

‘You’re okay.’ Ilya soothed, eyes trained on how Shane’s hole was sucking him in greedily.

Ilya pushed all the way in until he was fully seated, a soft breath falling from his lips as he resisted the urge to thrust forwards, giving Shane a moment to adjust. Shane was fucking tight, wrapping perfectly around his dick.

‘You with me baby?’ Ilya hummed, running a hand up Shane’s chest who nodded softly.

‘Move.’ He whispered after a few moments, eyes opening to watch Ilya.

‘Please.’ Ilya teased softly, tweaking one of Shane’s nipples with his fingers .

‘Just move, Ilya.’ Shane bit back, body arched as he welcomed in Ilya perfectly.

Ilya laughed, in any other circumstance he would tease Shane until he was begging to be fucked but right now, Ilya needed this just as much as Shane did.

Upon request, he gave an experimental thrust, eyes trained on Shane who let out a soft gasp. Ilya knew he had prepped him well enough, but he still wanted to make sure that he was okay.

Shane’s mouth was parted, head thrown back against the pillow. Ilya continued the slow moments, watching as Shane’s hole stretched around his cock.

‘Fuck.’ He murmured to himself as he resisted the urge to fuck Shane stupid right there.

The slow drag of Ilya’s cock moving in and out was driving Shane crazy, he had never felt so full.

Thanks to Ilya’s extensive prep and the amount of lube used, there was only a minor bit of pain due to him not having done this in a while. But Shane welcomed it with open arms.

‘Is this what you wanted? Can you feel me, baby?’ Ilya smirked, hand coming up to place a hand on Shane’s lower abdomen.

Shane started to moan softly and nodded his head, his body beginning to relax, adjusting nicely to the stretch. It felt fucking good.

‘Maybe I’ll knock you up.’ Ilya teased, clearly joking. To his pure delight Shane flushes red, cock twitching in interest. A grin spreads across his lips as his hands continue to run across Shane’s stomach with a soft hum, hips still slowly thrusting into Shane, not in any rush to end this soon.

‘Would you like that, Shaney?’ Ilya taunts, continuing his deep slow thrusts. ‘Shall I give you a baby?’

Shane was red with embarrassment as he shook his head with a quiet, ‘shut up.’ It came out weaker than he wanted it to, cock leaking against his stomach. He was starting to think that Ilya’s dick was magic because every single time it had his mind racing with the most outlandish thoughts.

He couldn’t get pregnant. It was scientifically impossible. So why was Shane hard as a fucking rock picturing his stomach round with Ilya’s child?

He could see the tabloids now ‘Shane Hollander knocked up by some mystery man.’ People would be in disbelief, the golden boy getting impregnated by some random mechanic in Ottawa. What a joke he’d become.

 God it was turning him on.

‘I hope they get your pretty freckles.’ Ilya purrs, clearly enjoying watching Shane’s inner turmoil. Both men knew that Shane was seconds away from breaking.

Ilya slowly began picking up the pace, cock almost leaving Shane’s hole before he pushed all the way back in.

Shane moaned, loud. His own hips working down to meet Ilya’s thrusts. It was even better than he had imaged. Shane felt so unbelievably full, it was perfect.

Shane crossed his arms over his face as he laid back and took whatever Ilya was willing to give. ‘Fuck me.’ He pleaded, Ilya already obliging as skin started slapping. ‘Give me a fucking baby. Get me pregnant.’ Shane had broke but he couldn’t even bring himself to care, he could be embarrassed by whatever this strange kink was later.

Ilya smirked, holding Shane’s leg up as he fucked into him, Shane’s hole kept clenching around him, sucking him in fucking perfectly. It was like their bodies were made for each other.

‘Yeah?’ He taunts, thrusting into Shane. ‘Shall I make you a mommy, baby?’

Shane fucking whimpers and nods his head quickly. ‘Fuck-Ilya.’ He breathes out, one hand coming down to rest against his stomach, hand over Ilya’s. He brings his other arm down from his face as his eyes open to meet Ilya’s teasing one’s

‘Can you feel me in your pussy, baby? You’re so tight.’

Holy fucking shit.

Shane’s body lit up with heat, embarrassment wrapping deliciously around him.

‘It’s not-‘ Shane whined, meeting Ilya’s deep thrusts, his body jolting with each movement.

‘It’s not what?’ Ilya mimics. ‘It’s not a pussy?’ He continues to taunt Shane who couldn’t get his words out he was that turned on. ‘Then tell me why you’re wet like a fucking girl right now.’

Shane moaned out, hand coming down to wrap around his own dick, but Ilya wasn’t having it.

‘Don’t you fucking dare touch that stupid thing.’ He growled, holding Shane’s hand down with his spare arm as Ilya continued to fuck him.

‘I’m sorry.’ Shane whimpered, head going under. Ilya could see he was starting to slip so beautifully.

‘Daddy’s going to make you come untouched again.’ Ilya assured, watching Shane nod along to his words.

‘Please.’ Shane moaned back, body rocking against Ilya’s size. ‘Please what?’ Ilya combats, wanting to hear Shane say it.

Shane was too far gone to feel humiliated anymore. ‘Please fuck my pussy.’

Ilya grinned, hand coming up to pat against Shane’s cheek. ‘Good boy.’ Ilya purred back. ‘Do you want my baby, Shane?’ He taunted, watching the other nod.

Shane just wanted to see what would happen if he gave it back to Ilya for once. ‘Do you think you’re ready to be a daddy?’

Ilya smirked, arms flexing as he angled his hips up a little more. ‘Oh, I’d make a good daddy.’ Ilya purred, hips stilling for a second so he could focus on Shane. Ilya suddenly had this dark urge to ruin the man beneath him for anybody else. ‘I already have one brat to deal with, one more couldn’t hurt.’

‘Move.’ Shane softly pleaded but Ilya shushed him. ‘Maybe I’ll make you my housewife.’ Ilya taunted, fingers coming up to brush over Shane’s nipples. ‘I’ll have you pregnant all year round, nobody would want to book you.’

Shane breathed out slowly, Ilya’s words sinking into his skin deliciously. He loved the pampering, being Ilya’s baby, the gentle kisses.

But Shane also loved how fucking mean he could be. Ilya spoke to him in a way that nobody in Shane’s life would ever dare to. It was hot.

‘You can stay at home, clean up, take care of the kids. Like a good little housewife’ Ilya hums as Shane gently nods his head, he could so do that for Ilya. ‘You don’t need that silly job of yours, do you baby?’ Ilya continued to taunt as Shane shook his head dumbly.

‘No, that’s right. Daddy can make the money and you can take care of everything else.’ Ilya smirked, watching as Shane was trying to wiggle his hips down to get Ilya to move. It was a silly scenario being painted, Shane made well over double than Ilya, but both men were finding this roleplay incredibly hot to care about reality right now.

‘And you’d have dinner ready by the time I’m home, wouldn’t you?’ Ilya continued to taunt, rewarding Shane with slow thrusts in and out.

‘Five-thirty.’ Shane moans quietly as Ilya coos. ‘Good boy, five-thirty.’

Ilya angles his hips up, ready to give Shane the finishing blow before he really turned into a babbling mess for him. ‘Then once the kids are in bed, you’ll let me use this slutty pussy until I’m satisfied. I’ll always have you stretched and ready for me.’ He hums, watching Shane nod desperately. ‘You can use me.’ Shane whispers softly.

Ilya brings his face down, lips hovering against Shane’s ear.

‘I’m going to break you, mommy.’ He whispers meanly, a promise. Before Shane can respond, Ilya was thrusting into him, building a gradual pace before he angles his  hips upwards.

Shane’s jaw goes slack as he moans. Ilya’s cock was suddenly hitting his prostate with every thrust. ‘Oh my god.’ He whimpers, head thrown back. Ilya lets out a low grunt as he fucks into Shane at a relentless pace, lips pressed to Shane’s forehead.

‘Are you going to be a good girl for daddy?’ He purrs, his free hand coming up to pinch together Shane’s cheeks.

Shane’s eyes were already glassy as he tries to nod in the iron grip. ‘Yes.’ He whimpers, his mind blank as all he could focus on was the feeling of fullness. ‘I’m a good girl.’

Ilya smirks at the sight, not even being able to recognise the stuck-up rich idiot he met at first. ‘Shall we try for twins?’ He hums, lips on Shane’s neck as skin slapped against each other. It sounded fucking obscene.

‘Whatever you want.’ Shane breathed out in pure bliss. He wasn’t joking either, if there was somehow a way to change his biology, if Ilya wanted twins, Shane would fucking give them to him right now.

Ilya chuckles and pulls out, ‘Turn around. Hands and knees.’ Despite the command, Ilya was already moving Shane for him, desperate to get back inside. Shane arched his back once he was on his hands and knees against the bed, ass in the air.

Ilya brought his hands down to give Shane’s ass a rough squeeze before he lined himself back up and pushed inside, hands holding Shane down by his shoulder blades.

‘Fuck.’ Shane whined against the pillow, hips pushing back against Ilya who was already moving into his stretched hole.

Ilya was really fucking him now, Shane’s body jolting forward with each thrust. It felt so good. Shane’s cock hung uselessly between his legs as all he could do was take.

That was until, Ilya’s phone rang.

Ilya’s hips stilled and Shane whined. ‘Fucking ignore it.’

The Russian just laughed meanly, running his hand up Shane’s back. ‘You can be quiet for me, can’t you baby?’

Shane went to protest, having no idea what Ilya was up to. But before he knew it, Ilya was already leaning over to the bedside table to grab his phone.

‘Ilya-‘ Shane warned but it was too late, he had already picked up.

Shane’s body was on fire as Ilya put the phone on speaker, tossing it beside Shane’s head, taunting him.

‘Marleau.’ He greeted, slowly thrusting into Shane who was losing his fucking mind.

‘Roz!’ The brunette on the other end greeted, completely oblivious.

‘Are you alright?’ Ilya hums casually, as if he didn’t have Shane face down on the bed right now.

‘Yeah, you sound a little far away though.’ Marleau hums, voice clear as the phone rested directly next to Shane who was breathing heavy, holding back from making a sound.

‘Oh, yes. I have you on speaker, I’m doing something.’ Shane just knows he has that stupid fucking smirk on his lips right now. Ilya’s cock was dragging deliciously into Shane, whose mouth was agape.

‘Alright well, I just wanted to see if you wanted to come for a few drinks tonight. There’s a few of us going.’ Marleau asks. Ilya gives a particularly hard thrust and Shane softly whimpers, face flushing red as he covers his mouth.

‘You good?’ The voice on the other end asks and Ilya just chuckles. ‘Yes, all good.’ Ilya replies, voice steady as if Shane isn’t even there. ‘I’m busy tonight though.’

Shane pushed himself back onto Ilya, his skin prickling with arousal. He felt a wave of possessiveness shoot through him at the acknowledgment Ilya was busy was because of him.

He moaned out softly, hopefully not loud enough that Marleau could hear anything.

Ilya lent over, putting the phone on mute. ‘Daddy’s on a work call, Shane. Don’t be rude.’ He landed a firm slap to Shane’s ass who whimpered, pushing himself back onto Ilya’s cock more.

‘Daddy.’ He whined, desperate to have Ilya fuck him properly again.

‘Not even for a few?’ Marlaeu pleads, voice breaking through. Ilya ignored Shane and unmuted the call, lazily moving his hips forward. ‘Mhm, no. Not tonight.’

Shane breathes out gently, working his own ass back against Ilya.

‘You’re so boring.’ Marlau huffs down the phone which causes Ilya to chuckle. He leans himself over Shane’s back, angling his hips up as he continued the slow deep thrusts into him, cock now perfectly hitting Shane’s prostate each time.

‘Ilya.’ He whispers, voice breathy as his hands grabbed onto the sheets.

He feels Ilya press his lips to his back in acknowledgment. ‘Hm, yes, so boring.’ Ilya responds to Marleau.

‘Whatever. Did you sort Hollander out in the end?’ Marleau switches the subject as Shane flushes at the mention of his name. Ilya hums in response, ‘Yes, I think he’s sorted.’ Ilya teases, tone playful at the double inuendo.

Shane worked his hips back, building the confidence to meet Ilya’s thrusts. Both men were covered in a thin layer of sweat.

‘Pretty fucking cool that he came in, he’s a huge celebrity.’ Marlau continued. Ilya just chuckled, head pressed down against Shane’s back as he continued to take him from behind. ‘Yes, very cool.’

‘Are you okay? You’re sounded a bit distracted, out of breath?’ Marleau hummed suddenly as Shane bit back a laugh, body rocking forward on Ilya’s cock.

‘Oh, I’m okay.’ Ilya smirked, pressing his lips to Shane’s shoulder blades. ‘Right well, Luca is upset that you didn’t give Hollander his number.’

Ilya just chuckles, hips gradually building up a quicker pace. Shane moaned quietly, eyes fluttering closed. ‘I’m sure he doesn’t just give out his number to random strangers.’ Ilya points out as Shane flushes, realising that is exactly what he did for Ilya.

‘That’s what I said! He was nice though, super polite. I’m surprised he hasn’t had anyone tell him about that shit car though.’ Marleau chuckled as Shane just shook his head in protest. ‘I’ll give it another month and it’ll break again.’

‘Very bad car.’ Ilya emphasises, thrusts matching each word. ‘Yeah, he has the money for another one, so I don’t see why he keeps it.’ Marleau acknowledges, ‘If I was him I’d have like five cars by now.’

‘Maybe he’s stubborn.’ Ilya says playfully, his hand coming down to run through Shane’s hair soothingly.

‘Well, hey, he can keep it for all I care. It’s fucking great business if he keeps having to come in.’ Marleau laughs as Ilya hums in response. ‘Yes, very.’

Ilya let out a soft moan as Shane pushed back onto him, glancing down to watch his dick go in and out of Shane’s tight hole.

‘Are you sure you’re okay? You sound all funny. You’re not getting sick, are you?’ Marleau speaks up. ‘No, I think I just have a headache or something.’ Ilya responds smoothly, squeezing Shane’s ass roughly in retaliation.

‘Right well, are you sure I can’t convince you to come out for a few?’ Marleau tries again. ‘I need my wingman.’

Shane felt a sharp pang of jealousy which quickly subsided as he felt Ilya’s hands move across his back soothingly.

‘No. Not tonight.’ Ilya finalises and Marleau finally relents. ‘Whatever man, take care. Don’t you dare get sick!’

‘Bye.’ Ilya grins, hearing the call cut out.

‘You fucking asshole.’ Shane breathes out, pushing back as Ilya finally starts to pick up the pace.

‘I think you like it.’ Ilya points out between breaths as he starts to fuck Shane rough, cock slamming into the pretty model, causing Shane to moan loud.

Shane grips the sheets in his hands, cheek pressed to the pillow. Ilya’s cock was hitting his prostate with every single thrust. Between that and the teasing, Shane wouldn’t be lasting long.

‘Shit.’ He whined, mouth open as Ilya gripped his ass with two big hands, driving himself forward with insatiable stamina. ‘Ilya, you’re so fucking big.’

Ilya breathlessly laughed, starting to lose his composure a little. Shane felt so fucking good around his dick, he was so happy that he decided to come here instead of picking some random girl up in the bar.

‘Are you close, baby?’ Ilya grunts quietly, skin slapping against each other. Shane manages to nod, mind growing foggy, he could’ve sworn that he felt himself drooling against the pillow. His cock was rubbing up against the sheets with every rough thrust.

Shane didn’t want this to end. It was like himself, and Ilya slotted together perfectly. ‘Pretty boy. You’re so good for me.’ Ilya praises, causing Shane to smile as his body rocked forward roughly with each thrust.

Ilya pressed him down by his shoulder blades, hips driving forward at a relentless pace as Shane moaned out, feeling Ilya hit his prostate dead on with each thrust.

‘Ilya.’ He suddenly moaned out, heat bubbling in his stomach. He was honestly proud of himself for lasting this long.

‘Go on, baby. Cum for me.’ Ilya reads him, eyes trained on what he can see of Shane’s face. His eyes were glassy, beautiful lips parted moaning Ilya’s name.

Ilya felt feelings that he certainly shouldn’t be having for just casual sex.

‘Oh my god- Ilya.’ Shane started to babble as Ilya continued to fuck him. It took a few more seconds and a particularly hard thrust and Shane was coming onto the sheets beneath him. ‘Fuck, daddy.’ He moaned as Ilya fucked him through his orgasm.

‘Good boy.’ Ilya moans, thrusts erratic now he could just use Shane to get himself off. Shane whimpered at the overstimulation, eyes glassy. ‘Where do you want it?’ Ilya asks exhales, hands holding Shane’s hips in a rough grip.

‘Fuck- in me.’ Shane whines, pushing himself back as he allowed himself to be used at Ilya’s disposal. Shane usually hated the clean-up but right now he couldn’t bring himself to care, he needed Ilya to cum inside, lay claim.

Ilya was clearly pleased at the answer as he let out another low moan along with some Russian words that Shane wished he understood. ‘My slutty boy.’ He teased, eyes glancing to Shane who looked gone.

‘Daddy.’ He whimpered out, his body was tired, and he was already looking forward to the ache in his backside tomorrow morning. Right now, he just needed to fucking filled. ‘Please-fuck, cum in me.’ He begged. ‘Please daddy.’

Ilya held Shane down, lips parted as listened to Shane fucking Hollander beg him to cum inside. Who was Ilya to say no to something like that?

He came seconds later, hips jolting as he finished inside of Shane who was fucking smiling. His hips slowly began to still, cock slowly moving in and out as he watched himself fuck his own cum back into Shane.

‘Fuck.’ Ilya breathed out, his curls sticking to his forehead because of the sweat.

Shane was breathing heavy, eyes fluttering closed as he smiled to himself. Once again, his mind was switched off, floating away without a care in the world. ‘Keep it in.’ He murmured as he faintly heard Ilya chuckle breathlessly.

He stayed inside, draped over Shane’s back as he peppered his shoulders and the back of his neck with lazy kisses. ‘You’re okay?’ Ilya murmurs.

‘I’m great.’ Shane replies honestly as he laid and enjoyed the feeling of being full.

‘Good.’ Ilya responds with a smile, hands wrapping around Shane’s waist.

The pair laid like that for a while, nothing was said but nothing needed to be, both men were just content being close.

‘We should shower.’ Ilya suggested after a while and Shane reluctantly nodded. ‘Together, please.’ Shane responded, although it was more of a demand than a suggestion.

Ilya just grinned and slowly slipped his now soft cock out of Shane who grumbled at the loss. ‘Yes, together.’

The pair very lazily made their way into Shane’s ensuite, touching and kissing each other at any chance they could.

In the shower, Ilya helped Shane clean up, rough hands so delicately cleaning Shane’s pampered skin. Shane just smiled, enjoying the feeling of having Ilya so close.

In the back of his mind, he knew that he needed to be careful. He was feeling too much far too soon, plus he as only here for a little over a week before he was off again.

‘What are you thinking about?’ Ilya murmurs, bringing Shane out of his head.

Shane just shook it off with a ‘nothing’ as he placed his lips onto Ilya’s. ‘I just- I leave for France soon.’

Ilya hums in acknowledgment, ‘very nice.’

Shane just nods, he had a whole lot more he wanted to say but he held himself back. He feared if he spoke, he’d scare Ilya off.

‘I’ve never been.’ Ilya continued, arms wrapped around Shane from behind as he placed his lips to the back of Shane’s wet hair.

‘It’s fine, I guess, I never really get to see much of it anyway.’ Shane tilts his head as Ilya drags his lips down to Shane’s exposed neck.

 ‘You don’t get days off?’ Ilya questions, Shane was realising this was the most Ilya has ever asked about this personal life. ‘I do, but I’m usually pretty tired or jet lagged so I usually just stay indoors.’ Shane admits, feeling a little silly to say out loud to a man who works Monday through to Friday nine to five.

But Ilya was understanding, he didn’t make some snide or sarcastic comment, he just listened. ‘The crowds can get a little scary too, I hate paparazzi.’

‘You have security?’ Ilya asks and Shane nods. ‘Yes, and they’re great, the best. But if I just want to go out and about, I just feel a bit silly? Sometimes I have to though, especially if my location gets tipped off.’ 

‘I couldn’t be famous.’ Ilya admits, hands on Shane’s waist as the water poured down on the pair. Both were clean by now but neither man was in a rush. ‘I’d get too annoyed.’

‘Oh I can get annoyed.’ Shane laughs, leaning into Ilya. ‘Don’t know if you noticed.’

Ilya chuckles fondly, ‘Oh so you make jokes now?’ He teases, as Shane shrugs him off playfully. ‘No, come back to me.’ Ilya whines, pulling Shane even closer.

‘I guess I can be a little uptight.’ Shane admits, relaxing back into Ilya’s hold who hums in confirmation. ‘Yes, a little.’ Ilya grins. ‘It’d not a bad thing, having high standards.’ He adds.

Shane just smiles, turning in Ilya’s grip as he placed their lips together. ‘Come on.’ He murmurs, reaching over to turn the shower off.

They pair step out together, Shane handing Ilya a clean towel before he wrapped his own around his waist. He’s had a question on his mind ever since they finished having sex.

He watched Ilya wrap a towel around his waist, hanging low on his hips. He looked beautiful.

‘Ilya?’ Shane speaks up, pretending to busy himself with various creams by his sink. Ilya hums in acknowledgement as he continues to dry himself off.

‘Would you like to stay the night?’ The question hangs in the air as Shane watches Ilya adjust his towel from the mirror.

‘I have to be in work early.’ Ilya responds as Shane’s heart drops a little, of course it was stupid inviting the man you have had sex with once over for a sleepover. But Shane really thought they had something good going for a bit.

His eyes cast downwards towards the sink as he tries not to sound too disappointed at the blatant rejection. ‘Cool, no problem.’

He hears Ilya behind him, but he doesn’t look up until he feels two big arms wrap around his waist. ‘I’ll be up about six, are you alright with that?’

Wait, what?

Shane glances up to meet Ilya’s gaze as he nods, reaction slightly delayed. ‘Yeah, I’m up pretty early usually.’ Shane responds, tone maybe a little too eager but Ilya doesn’t tease.

‘Alright then.’ He presses a kiss to Shane’s neck before he walked off into the bedroom.

Shane trailed behind like a puppy, watching as Ilya began picking his clothes up from the floor.

‘I’ll get you some clean boxers.’ Shane spoke aloud to himself before he walked over to his drawers, pulling out two pairs of briefs. ‘I’ll have to change the sheets quickly too-‘

‘Shane.’ Ilya cuts in, clothes in hand as he adjusts his towel. ‘It’s late and you have like three other rooms. Change the sheets tomorrow, yes?’

Ilya did have a point. It wasn’t like Shane ever had guests over either so he figured now would be a good opportunity to get some use out of the guest room across the hall.

‘Yeah. Alright.’ Shane hands Ilya the boxers who drops the towel shamelessly to slip them on. Shane changed too, hair still a little damp. Once Shane’s gaze focused back onto Ilya, he realised that the boxers were a little snug on him, but Ilya was quickly to interject the second Shane started to fret over them not being comfortable enough. ‘I’m good, okay? Come on, lead the way.’

Shane nodded and started walking, playfully pushing Ilya off who pinched his sides as he walked past. They were like teenagers the way they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

They make their way into one of the guest rooms and Ilya makes himself at home, already slipping himself under the sheets with a sigh of content. Shane drinks in the sight, lips curling upwards before he went round to join the other.

‘You’re comfortable enough?’ Shane asks, pulling the covers over himself as he went to lay down beside Ilya who hummed. ‘So comfortable.’ Ilya confirmed, laying on his back, arms beside his head which was tilted towards Shane.  

Shane relaxed a little more, bringing his head to rest on Ilya’s broad chest. He settled for a few seconds before he had to ask. ‘Do you need me to turn the heating off? I can run pretty cold-‘

‘Baby.’ Ilya sighs, bringing one hand down to run through Shane’s hair. ‘I’m good, okay? Great. Just relax.’

Ilya’s voice was soothing, and Shane was tired. He mumbled out a quiet apology, but Ilya shut that down too. ‘You’re a good host.’ He cooed, eyes fluttering closed.

Shane placed a gentle kiss to Ilya’s peck as he cuddled up beside the other man. ‘Goodnight, Ilya.’ He softly spoke, head tilting up to watch the man who looked peaceful.

Ilya didn’t open his eyes again, but his lips did curl. ‘Goodnight, Shane.’

Shane knew Ilya was asleep when he heard soft snores coming from the others mouth, it was cute. Shane was feeling things far too deep for a summertime fling, already daydreaming about spending their nights together like this all the time, wrapped up together.

But that wasn’t reality.

The real reality was Shane would be jetting off in a little under two weeks. He wouldn’t be able to come back to Ottawa for a while and he was pretty sure Ilya wasn’t interested in a fucking pen pal.

Shane knew this happiness was to be short-lived. But, he planned to drink in everything he possibly could before he had to go.

The next morning, Ilya woke up to an empty bed. He stretched, eyes slowly adjusting to the unfamiliar room before he heard a distant voice coming from the living room.

He sluggishly got up from the bed and followed the noise. As he got closer, he realised it was Shane on the phone.

He didn’t sound too happy.

‘Well, make it happen.’ Shane seethed, back turned from Ilya who was stood in the open plan kitchen. ‘I don’t care how, it’s not my job.’

Ilya couldn’t help but be amused as he watched Shane speak to some poor soul on the phone in a tone much like the one he used when they first met.

‘Just get me on an earlier fucking flight!’ Shane continued, pacing back and forth with his eyebrows drawn together. ‘Just- fix this. Call me when you have.’

With that, Shane throws his phone to the sofa with an exasperated sigh.

Ilya figured it was the correct time to make his presence known as he stepped closer, causing Shane to jump.

‘Jesus Christ.’ He cursed, shooting Ilya daggers who just ignored the look and sat on the sofa. ‘Who was that?’ He asked curiously whilst Shane huffed.

‘An idiot.’ Shane retorts, already moving to take a seat on Ilya’s lap who happily welcomed him. ‘They’ve cancelled my connecting flight to France, the next one won’t get me in until late the next morning.’

Ilya jutted his bottom lip out in contemplation. ‘The idiot on the phone is to blame for this?’ Ilya asks, tone on the edge of teasing.

‘Well-no.’ He sputters, Ilya just wasn’t getting it. ‘But it’s their fucking jobs.’

‘To build you a plane?’ Ilya responds playfully, a lazy grin sprawling across his lips. Shane lightly smacked. Ilya’s chest at the comment. ‘Shut up.’

‘I don’t think your mad at them necessarily.’ Ilya then hums, hands gliding up Shane’s side who was quick to interject. ‘I am-‘

‘Hm, no. You’re stressed because you don’t like your plans changing. It messes with your schedule.’ Ilya acknowledges, Shane’s mouth open and closes like a fucking fish because how the hell did Ilya recognise that.

Like reading his mind, Ilya casually shrugs. ‘Is why you got so mad at me the first time.’ He recalls fondly. ‘Well, yeah. But it’s also unprofessional.’ Shane weakly bites back.

Desperately trying to ignore the feeling in his heart at how seen he feels now.

 ‘It happens. Plans change, is annoying yes, but you don’t have control over the flights. Neither does the idiot on the phone.’ Ilya reasons, pulling Shane a little closer. ‘You have plenty of time to let whoever you need to know. They’ll just have to rearrange. No problem.’

Hearing Ilya talk him through it was surprisingly helpful. Sometimes, Shane would get in his own head, especially with last minute changes to his carefully curated plans. His head hung a little as he took in Ilya’s words, he was made known well in advance, it was a situation out of his control.

But that was okay.

‘I don’t like when you’re reasonable.’ Shane speaks up, a smile daring to appear on his face as Ilya laughs in response. ‘I’m always reasonable.’

Shane leans forward to peck Ilya on the lips before he rested his head against the other man’s neck with a soft sigh. ‘It will be okay.’ Ilya assured, holding Shane like a blanket of comfort.

The pair held each other for a little longer, neither wanting to get up to face the day. They were both perfectly content just like this. But Shane knew that Ilya was on a time crunch.

‘Can I get you some breakfast?’ Shane muffles from Ilya’s neck who simply shook his head. ‘I will need to go soon.’ The other responded, Shane nodded understandingly.

Neither man made any effort to move for a few more movements, soaking up every last second they could have together.

That was until Ilya really did have to go.

Before they knew it, Shane was walking Ilya to the door who was now fully dressed in yesterday’s clothes.

‘We should do this again sometime, I had fun.’ Ilya suggests which made Shane nod a little too eagerly.

‘I’d like that.’ Shane responds, leaning up to peck Ilya lightly on the lips, not protesting when Ilya deepens the kiss further.

‘Text me.’ Ilya murmurs, pulling away first.

‘I will.’ Shane promises, lips brushing against the others.

This was bigger than just sex, both of them knew it. But to call whatever the hell this was just a hook-up made it easier for them both. It meant they didn’t need to put their emotions on the line.

The pair said their goodbyes, Shane waving Ilya off once he began to drive off.

From that day forward, the pair were in constant communication.

Ilya would text Shane sporadically throughout the day. Shane quickly learnt that Ilya quite enjoyed a gossip, often texting about awkward customers or telling stories about his co-workers.

It was cute.

Shane would text Ilya about his upcoming schedule, the different countries he had to go to, and which brands he was working with.

The two were a stark contrast from each other, they would never be able to work, lives just too different.

But the pair were so smitten.

When they weren’t texting, Ilya was usually in Shane’s bed.

Shane would count down the hours, waiting for Ilya to arrive at five-thirty. The sex just kept getting better. Each time they saw each other, Shane’s confidence grew more. He was no longer afraid to ask Ilya for what he wanted.

Shane would sit on his face, shamelessly grinding down whilst Ilya would take him apart with his tongue. He’d ride Ilya, taking it exactly how he wanted it before he’d let the other man fuck him stupid.

It was bliss.

But whilst Shane loved the sex, he adored the aftercare. Ilya would hold him, whispering sweet praises into his ear, remind him how good he is.

Once Shane would come to, they would talk for hours. Both men completely enthralled with the other, desperate to learn anything and everything about each other whilst they still had time.

Before Shane knew it, he only had two days left before he was due to fly out to France. Another round of sex had ended, both men panting heavily with Shane still sat on top of Ilya’s cock, his own cum splattered onto Ilya’s stomach.

Both were sweating, curls plastered down onto Ilya’s forehead. Shane just smiled in adoration and brushed them out of his face.

‘That was good.’ Ilya breathed out, tucking his arms behind his head to look up at Shane.

‘Yes, it was.’ The other grinned, wiping his own hand against his forehead.

‘You should let me take you out sometime. Maybe when you’re back?’ Ilya proposes as Shane laughs at the idea.

‘I’m serious. I like you, I want to take you out.’ Ilya interjects, putting his heart on the line, watching closely as the smile on Shane’s face slowly disappears at the realisation Ilya isn’t joking.

At the realisation Ilya had just admitted to liking him.

‘We can’t.’ Shane retorts, alarm bells ringing in his head. If it was up to him, he’d show Ilya off to the entire world. But it wasn’t that easy, Shane’s life just wasn’t that easy.

He slowly gets off Ilya, cringing at the sudden loss.

‘What if somebody sees us?’ Shane adds, eyebrows drawn together with worry.

The media could be a cruel place, he didn’t want to expose Ilya to any part of that. What they were doing right now was good, it works.

It’s safe.

‘Then they see us, who cares?’ Ilya shrugs calmly, reaching over for a tissue on the nightstand.

‘I care.’ Shane bites back before he can even think about what he’s saying. Ilya stills.

There’s an awful moment of silence that falls between the two as Shane racks his brain to say anything else.

‘You’re embarrassed of me.’ Ilya slowly acknowledges. Eyes meeting Shane’s who wants to wince at the flash of vulnerability in Ilya’s gaze.

‘I’m-not.’ Shane stutters which doesn’t fucking help. His head hangs in shame as he hears Ilya scoff, using the tissue to clean Shane’s cum off his stomach.

How quickly things had changed.

‘I’m not embarrassed of you.’ He murmurs, I think I’m actually in love with you and I’m scared to death.

Shane doesn’t speak that thought aloud though.

‘You sure sound confident about that.’ Ilya responds flatly, shutting down completely as his face goes stoic.

‘Will you stop? I’m not.’ Shane snaps, trying to get a clear train of thought but he was getting overwhelmed. ‘This isn’t easy for me.’

Ilya rolls his eyes, getting up from the bed to get changed. ‘Nothing is easy for you.’ Ilya retorts sarcastically, already doing up his jeans.

‘What the fuck does that mean?’ Shane bites back, tossing on a pair of boxes for modesty. Ilya shakes his head to dismiss him.

‘Just forget it, you’re leaving soon anyway so it doesn’t matter.’

Ilya’s words cut deep as he seemingly gave up the fight.

‘Ilya-‘ Shane sighed out, running his hand through his hair in frustration. ‘I’m not embarrassed of you, fuck.  But you know we can’t be seen together.’

Ilya laughed, but this wasn’t the sound that Shane had grown fond of. No, Ilya was in disbelief. He mumbled something to himself in Russian and Shane wished he could understand.

‘Do you even hear yourself sometimes?’ He scoffed, shaking his head before slinging his shirt on.

‘Goodnight, Shane.’ He dismisses, back already turned from Shane whose lips were parted, desperate to say something, anything.

But he just couldn’t. He was frozen.

Ilya stills for just a second, almost as if he was waiting for Shane to call him back but nothing came.

With a tightened jaw, he left.

Shane felt tears he didn’t even realise he was holding slide down his cheeks, his breathing growing unruly.

Why didn’t he fucking say anything?

He winced once he heard the front door shut, indicating Ilya had actually left and it was all his fault.

He glanced towards the messy sheets, the smell of sex still in the air as he tried to figure out how the hell it all went so wrong.

That night, Shane laid in the dirty bed. He didn’t care, it was the closest thing he could get to being close to Ilya right now, his cologne still lingering on the sheets.

It was late, three in the morning. Shane’s tired eyes were busy staring at Ilya’s contact.

                     I’m so sorry.

He types out and then deletes.

                   Can we talk?

Shane throws his phone down frustratedly, Ilya wouldn’t be awake right now. It was useless.

He decided the best thing he could do for his own sanity right now was to go to sleep and think about it with a clear head. That, and the fact he secretly hoped Ilya would text him first.  

That morning, he woke up to the disappointment of no text. He had hundreds of notifications but non from the person he wanted to hear from the most. He let out a soft sigh, just lingering in bed for a little longer.

Shane had a lot to do today in preparation for the flight tomorrow, various meeting placed throughout his day so he could at least distract himself for a little bit.

He pretended normalcy, took a shower, made food, smiled to the camera as people talked at him about the upcoming trip.

But Shane felt so drained.

It wasn’t helping that every other second Shane would check his phone for a notification that was never going to arrive. He contemplated texting first but after his performance last night, he was scared to speak.

He didn’t want to push Ilya further away than he already had.

The day moved slow, but Shane got through it. When the clock finally hit five-thirty, Shane smiled sadly to himself, knowing that nobody would be showing up tonight.

By this time tomorrow, he’ll be long gone.

Shane took the silence from Ilya as a sign. Shane had to accept the loss, it was his fault after all.

He couldn’t quite fathom how a summer fling had flipped his life upside down so catastrophically. But, he was grateful that he’d at least leave Ottawa with the memory of the beautiful mechanic.

The following morning, Shane was already up with his suitcase packed. His private driver was on his way to take him to the airport.

Shane checked his phone again, hopeful that maybe Ilya had come around, but there was still nothing.

Shane had no choice but to accept his decision. He knew this entire time that this would end badly, that he was playing with fire.

The bottom line is the two just came from completely separate worlds. Like fire and water, they don’t mix. But Shane was stupid enough that for a fleeting moment, he believed that they could’ve been something.

His car pulled up and Shane locked up the cottage, silently saying goodbye to it for another year. It was time to go back to his reality, maybe that would help him move on from the dull pain in his heart.

Once his suitcases were packed into the car, they began the drive. Shane didn’t even bother with the small talk, he just glanced out of the tinted windows, watching the world go by silently.

Eventually, he closed his eyes, tired from a lack of sleep. He was close to dozing off when he felt his phone buzz. By this point, he was sick of checking just to end up disappointed.

But like the love-sick fool he was, he couldn’t help but cling onto the tiniest futile amount of hope.

Shane turned his phone, tapping the screen.

Ilya

I hope you have a safe flight.

Shane’s heart was pounding at the simple message. His lips slightly parted as his fingers hovered over the keyboard. He had so much he wanted to say. Just to send a text message was never going to be enough.

‘Turn around.’ Shane spoke suddenly, making a quick decision.

He had spent his entire life being perfect for others, he was allowed to be a little selfish.

‘Sir-‘ The driver spoke, eyes on the clock.

‘I don’t care turn around or I’m getting out.’ Shane left no room for arguments, fully prepared to jump from a moving vehicle if necessary.

Reluctantly, the driver made a U-turn. Shane simply handed him his own phone, map visible. ‘Take me to this address.’  

The driver nodded as Shane’s body thrummed in anticipation. This was a stupid idea, completely reckless. His management was going to be pissed.

But Shane had to stop playing it safe for once.

After what felt like forever, Shane stood outside the familiar building. His palms were a little sweaty, he hadn’t really planned what he was going to do yet, simply moving on pure instinct.

‘Wait here.’ Shane told the driver before closing the door and making his way to the garage.

The bell rung and Luca was sat behind the desk. ‘Mr Hollander?’ He asks, tone a little confused at the sight of Shane.

‘Yes, hi.’ Shane spoke back, clearly in a rush. ‘Is Ilya in?’

Luca quickly nodded a little dumfounded at Shane’s sudden arrival. ‘He’s in the back, I can go get-‘

Shane was already moving, eyes scanning the large room until they locked onto his target who was head deep in the bonnet of a car.

‘Ilya.’ Shane spoke suddenly, body moving on its own accord.

Ilya glanced up at the voice, eyebrows drawing together. He was covered in muck, like always. Shane had grown to love it. ‘Shane?’ He answered back, tone wrapped in confusion.

‘What are you doing? You’re going to be late for you flight.’ Ilya was very clearly in disbelief at the sight in front of him, slowing placing down his wrench on a nearby tool bench.

‘I don’t care.’ Shane shook his head, grabbing Ilya’s hands desperately. ‘I can’t stop thinking about you.’ He admits, eyes meeting Ilya’s, shining with sincerity.

Shane had never been good with words, but he was going to give it a good go.

‘I’m so sorry. I just couldn’t leave with you thinking you were an embarrassment to me.’ Shane winced at his own words, head hanging with a little bit of shame at the memory of Ilya’s face.

‘Shane-.’

‘Shut up.’ Shane cut back in. He needed to say everything he wished he had done the first time. ‘I like you, somuch. It scares me to death.’ He clears his throat, hands clinging onto Ilya’s as if to emphasis his words.

‘I want to be normal with you, I want to take you out on dates, do normal couply shit together. I want it all.’ Ilya was just listening, Shane couldn’t get a read on his face, and it was killing him.

‘But my job-people are fucking weird, they’ll dig, find out who you are and want to know everything about you.’ Shane breathed out, trying to calm his racing heart. ‘I thought I was…I don’t know, trying to protect you? But honestly, I think I was just being selfish because…well because I have never felt this way for somebody before.’

Shane was just rambling, unloading his inner thoughts onto Ilya. It was raw and full of emotion.

‘You’re not some dirty secret to me. I want to show you off, I want you to be mine and I want the whole world to know it. I just don’t want to force you suddenly into my world because it’s a lot.’

Ilya still wasn’t saying anything, and Shane just couldn’t stop talking.

‘To be honest, I’m think I’m lying when I say I just like you because I haven’t slept for two nights knowing I upset you. I think…well, I think I’m in love with you.’

Shane felt a wave of relief lift from his shoulders at the admission. No matter what Ilya has to say next, at least he knows.

‘I know it’s crazy, it’s been a month. You can totally think I’m a fucking freak but I just had to let you know that I’m in love with you and I am so sorry for making you think any less.’

Shane finally pauses, breathing out. That felt good.

‘I’ve always thought you were a freak.’ Ilya responds. Shane dares to look up again and to his delight, there was a small curl to Ilya’s lips. Shane just laughs softly, face a little red.

Ilya brings Shane’s hands up to rest against his chest. Instinctively, Shane moved closer.

‘You love me?’ Ilya asks calmly, but his eyes were flickering desperately to seek confirmation.

‘I love you.’ Shane confirms, nothing but sincerity behind his brown eyes.

A wide smile slowly started to take over Ilya’s face. Shane couldn’t help but beam back, hands moving up to wrap around Ilya’s neck.

‘This is good news.’ Ilya responds, resting his forehead on Shane’s. There’s a pause where both men just hold each other.

‘I love you too. A lot.’ Ilya then cuts in. ‘So, I guess we are both the freaks.’

Shane just laughs, pulling Ilya impossibly closer until the two were practically just breathing on each other.

‘Fuck. I’m so sorry.’ Shane plants his lips to Ilya’s cheek and jaw, holding him tight.

Ilya just shook his head, moving his head to plant a deep kiss to Shane’s lips. It was passionate and lazy, both men sighing into it.

‘I’m sorry too.’ Ilya admits, holding Shane’s face in his hands. ‘I shouldn’t have left you like that. It wasn’t fair.’

Shane smiled small at the apology. It felt nice to hear after he had taken all the guilt.

‘We’ll figure it out, yes?’ Ilya pulled back as Shane nodded, determined. ‘We will. I promise.’

‘I promise too.’ Ilya grins before pulling Shane back into another kiss. 

The pair stayed like that for a while, lost in each other. They couldn’t help but get a little handsy, Ilya’s hands somehow ending up over Shane’s ass.

Ilya pulled back first to Shane’s dismay. ‘You really should go.’ He murmurs, pecking Shane’s lips. ‘But this was very romantic.’

Shane smiled bashfully, stealing another quick kiss. ‘I’m a very romantic guy.’

‘You’re about to be a very late guy if you don’t hurry.’ Ilya reminds playfully.

As much as Shane didn’t want to go, he knew he had to. But, he felt relief like no other knowing he had Ilya right by his side even from across the ocean. ‘I’ll text you. All the time.’ Shane smiles as Ilya nods his head with a grin.

‘Let me know when you land, okay?’ Ilya kisses him again, one final time to say goodbye.

But both men were giddy knowing this wouldn’t be the last they saw of each other.

‘I will. I love you.’ Shane beams, the world rolling so easily off his tongue. It felt correct. Shane pulled back from Ilya’s grasp, glancing down at his watch when realised he really needed to go.

‘I love you too. Now go.’ Ilya grins back, Shane gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before he rushed back towards the reception.

Luca was still there, looking almost alarmed. ‘Mr Hollander, are you okay?’ He asks concerned, Shane was already at the front door.

‘Yes, just needed to say goodbye to my boyfriend!’ Shane quickly waved him a goodbye before he was making a b-line to his car parked out front, leaving Luca with his jaw to the floor.

Shane made the flight by the skin of his teeth, in most cases, he would be freaking out, but Shane felt as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Once he got to his connecting airport, he opened his phone.

Ilya

I can’t believe you told Luca we’re together.

He hasn’t stopped asking questions.

This is all your fault, he is like a fly.

Shane grinned stupidly at his phone, but the messages didn’t end.

He has asked me to ask you to follow him on Instagram.

I told him to fuck off.

Shane laughed to himself, fingers already typing:

                                       Well, that isn’t very nice.

Ilya responded almost immediately.

I’m only nice to my boyfriend.

Shane continued to type back, relaxing against his seat. He felt like a teenager.

                                   Oh yeah, who’s that?

He watched the dots appear again.

Very hot famous model, you’ve probably heard of him.

Huge brat.

Shane bit his lip to hold back his smile, he probably looked like a complete idiot to anyone that was walking past.

                    I love you.

I love you more, fly safe boyfriend.

 

Shane realised in that moment, they were going to be more than okay.

6 Months later

‘Shane! Shane look over here!’ Voices shouted from across the street, paparazzi with cameras in hand.

‘Give us a wave!’

Shane rolled his eyes from behind his sunglasses, tugging Ilya’s hand closer as they walked along the pavement.

‘Don’t look at them.’ He instructs, annoyed that they had the audacity to show up at his and Ilya’s date night.

‘Ilya, look over here!’

Shane had made the decision to go public early on in their relationship, the reception was very welcoming, but people were curious. They wanted to know everything about Shane Hollanders mystery man.

Ilya was a little reserved at first, understandingly overwhelmed at the sudden amount of attention he was getting. His social media was private anyway so they couldn’t do too much digging into his social life.

But they did find the garage.

At first, it was a lot. Fans and reporters would flock outside the shop even if Shane wasn’t in the country. Shane’s heart would break every time he caught videos on his feed of Ilya desperately trying to turn people away to make room for the actual paying customers.

So, Shane put out a statement. He asked for privacy for the sake of himself and especially Ilya. Made it clear that anybody that was continuing to harass his boyfriend would be dealt with by his legal team. The garage was private property after all.

The post helped and as the months went on, people started to move along. In fact, the media circus surrounding the two did boost sales for the shop. Ilya would text him to tell him how busy he was, at how many new faces were coming in to have their cars fixed.

Shane felt relief like no other.

Ilya still had to deal with the odd straggler but, he was becoming much better at handling himself. Simply turning people away at the door if they weren’t there to pay.

The pair were currently in New York for fashion week, Ilya had some extra holidays to use up, so he came to watch a few of Shane’s shows.

Shane felt giddy every time he walked out onto the runway knowing his boyfriend was somewhere in the audience.

With more money coming in, Ilya was also in town to scout out potentially opening a second shop. Shane and himself had spent their free afternoon touring spaces. It was all very exciting.

‘We should make out, that would be a good picture.’ Ilya suggests, bringing Shane’s hand to his lips.

‘Shut up.’ Shane retorts playfully, practically tugging Ilya down the road to get rid of them. ‘I can’t believe they found us.’

Ilya shrugs, their hotel in sight. ‘Is okay. We still had a nice time.’

Shane nods as they reached their hotel. Ilya opened the door for him, letting Shane slip inside first before he followed behind.

They made their way into their fancy master suite, paid for by the brand that had flown Shane out. ‘We should order room service.’ Ilya hums, stripping himself of his shirt instantly.

Shane looked dumfounded. ‘We just ate.’ He counters, shrugging off his jacket.

Ilya just shrugs, sitting on the edge of the bed. ‘Yes, but room service is so exciting.’ He grins, opening his arms, wanting Shane to come closer.

Of course, Shane does. Ilya instantly pulls him into his lap. ‘You’re ridiculous.’ He smiles, placing a soft kiss to Ilya’s lips.

‘So that’s a yes?’ Ilya purrs, hands moving down to playfully squeeze Shane’s ass.

Shane grins against Ilya’s lips, his entire body relaxing in the hold of his lover. ‘If you make me cum first, I’ll consider it.’

Ilya’s lips curled, eyes full of adoration gazing at Shane lovingly.

‘You’re so on, baby.’

End.