Summary:

When Shane lifts up from the mat to enter Cobra pose, Ilya has magically appeared in front of him.

One minute nothing but the sunny skies, clear air, and gentle wind.

The next, an intruder.

The coast was supposed to be clear. Last he had checked, his boyfriend was asleep in bed, sprawling out all over the place and mussing up the pillows after a rousing round of Shane riding Ilya until they were both screaming.

For any mortal man, that would be at least an hour long nap.

But truly, there is nothing Shane can do to make Ilya miss Yoga Time.

For the Hollanov April Microfic prompt: Gleam