Summary:

There was a build up, okay? The tuna melt fiasco is their first hookup AFTER the summer but Ilya was emboldened by the last hookup BEFORE the summer. — Inspired by the 5 second clip in the montage in episode 4 where Ilya wears the teal Adidas shirt and they kiss against the glass/up the stairs in Shane’s apartment. When Ilya leaves his hotel on that late spring evening, the sun is still out and it would actually be a great evening for a walk. Hollander’s apartment is just a half hour walk away, but Ilya calls an Uber anyway. It’s warm, he just took a shower and got all nice and handsome for an evening with the one and only Shane Hollander. It’s been over two months since their last hookup and Ilya has been pestering him all morning and afternoon with lude texts and promises. It was worth every shut the fuck up and I’m at breakfast with my parents and not.before.the.game. To be fair, Shane was the one who asked him to come over after this game and he asked this two weeks ago. Two months since they’ve fucked and now Ilya had been looking forward to this night specifically for two weeks. Whether he was jerking off, or just trying to figure out what he should have for dinner, Shane Hollander was always right there at the forefront of his mind. Ilya tries not to dwell too much on what that means, tries not to dwell on why he’s been so bored with the Boston nightlife for a while now, tries his very best not to put two and two together and come to conclusions that will benefit no one. He’s sure everything will be just fine again after they fuck tonight and he gets this out of his system. At least for a little while. It’s nice to have this, this evening. The Raiders are out of the running for the cup after today’s game and Ilya could spend all night sulking about it, could start dreading the prospect of another miserable summer in Moscow today, but instead he gets to forget about it for one more night. Shane still greets him at the back entrance. “You’re not cold?” he asks, when Ilya shows up in nothing but a longsleeve Adidas shirt. “I guess it’s a pretty nice day out, but it’s supposed to rain later tonight.” “Are you the weatherman now?” Ilya asks, passing him through the door and heading up the stairs without waiting. Shane catches up to him and tries to pass him. Ilya blocks him. He can’t help himself. They do this every time. Ilya is pretty familiar with Shane’s apartment at this point. He knows all the lights are going to be dimmed with soft orange lighting. He knows the place is going to vaguely smell like vanilla from the fancy scented candles near the entrance. Just for decor, he’s pretty sure. Ilya has never actually seen Shane turn one on and he’s also never seen the remnants of one having been turned on before. He doesn’t know if Shane even likes the scent of vanilla that much. His shampoo and soap are citrussy. He doesn’t wear cologne. If Ilya had to guess, with the limited knowledge he has, he would guess that Shane doesn’t like any strong smells at all. But what does he know, really. To him the candles smell great. Maybe it’s pavlovian at this point. He enters the apartment, smells the candles and gets unimaginably horny. He takes his shoes off, before moving any further, but once they’re off he leaves Shane at the front door and lets himself wander. He passes the brown leather couch. They hadn’t gotten further than this point the last time he was there. They had fallen onto the couch right away. He bites his lip as he passes it, remembering how Shane had tentatively reached back with one hand and had said: “You can go harder if you want.” He had said it with his eyes tightly shut. Ilya didn’t need to be told twice, held him down and fucked him hard. He made sure to keep his own eyes open though, fixed on Shane’s face for any sign of unease or discomfort. It was a great night. “Did you get a haircut?” Shane then asks. Ilya turns to look at him, hand going up to his hair without thinking. “Couple days ago,” Ilya says. “You like it?” “It looks good,” Shane says, like it’s a forced admission. Shane then closes the gap between them, placing his hands right above Ilya’s hips. “No, it looks nice, pushed back like that,” he then says, more earnestly. Ilya thinks it’s so interesting how he gives these earnest answers when they are nose to nose and gets all snappy when there is too much space between them. Shane doesn’t give out a lot of compliments, so Ilya doesn’t respond. He’s sure he’ll ruin it if he does. But his silence is barely noticeable, because Shane kisses him and Ilya kisses him back eagerly, hands coming up to Shane’s face. Ilya feels his shoulders hit the glass panel of the staircase that heads up to Shane’s bedroom. And he can feel it in that very first kiss, that Shane is as hungry for this as he is. Shane’s hands start tugging on Ilya’s shirt immediately, and Ilya is more than happy to get rid of it. He laughs when Shane refuses to stop kissing him as he leads him up the stairs. Shane still has each and every one of those pillows, even though Ilya now knows he removes half of them everytime he goes to bed, just to put them all back again when he makes the bed in the morning. Something about liking the symmetrie. Ilya makes sure Shane gets fully undressed as he drops his own jeans and underwear, and then makes himself comfortable on the bed as Shane neatly puts the clothes on the chair. It only takes a second and Ilya thinks it is cute every single time. “Come lie down with me,” Ilya says, unnecessarily. But he knows Shane likes the clarity to start with. It’s a fine line Ilya is still figuring out. Shane likes direction, but he doesn’t like being treated like a prude. Likes being bossed around and being put in position, but doesn’t like feeling used. Ilya learns something new about him every time they get together. About the way he likes to have sex at least. Shane lies down next to him, on his side like Ilya, propped up on one elbow. Shane kisses him first again, running a hand up and down his chest, fingers flicking over his nipple, grazing over his chest hair. Ilya has to touch, too. He places a firm hand on Shane’s ass, pulling him close enough for their cocks to slide over each other. They both react to it simultaneously, pulling a little chuckle out of them. Shane’s smile is sweet like honey, even when he looks away. It gives Ilya an idea. He manoeuvres Shane onto his back and gets on top of him. He uses his hands to align their cocks and then gently grinds down. It elicits the exact reaction Ilya was hoping for. “Feels good?” he asks softly, just to make Shane think about it for that moment. Shane nods, looking up at him with both his hands on Ilya’s shoulders. “Feels really good,” he says, voice a few notches deeper than usual. Ilya grinds down again, repeating his movements at a steady pace. Shane lets one hand travel up to Ilya’s head and pulls him down for a long, openmouthed kiss, until he finally stops Ilya with both hands on Ilya’s hips and a small shake of his head. “I can’t keep this up much longer, I’m going to…”