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Shane wanted to get Ilya something special for his birthday, but what did you get someone who bought himself everything he wanted? he was also determined to let his boyfriend know how much he meant to him and that his birthdays were worth celebrating. It was the day before Ilya's birthday and Shane’s anxiety was trying to get the best of him. He had been thinking about this day for weeks now. Birthdays had never been a big deal to Ilya before he and Shane became a couple. Shane felt his heart ache for his boyfriend at the memory of him recalling what his childhood had been like after his mother had died. He had never had a party or even a cake to celebrate let alone a gift of any kind. “If I was lucky, my father would say happy birthday to me as he left for work but that was all.” He had said as they had sat on the dock at the lake cottage, Shane leaning back against his strong warm chest with his head under Ilya’s chin. “I’m so sorry it was like that for you. Everyone deserves to celebrate their birthday.” He said, turning his head so he could put a soft kiss on his left pec, over his heart. He felt Ilya shrug. “Is no big deal. Not important.” Shane leaned up and turned to face him, placing his hands on either side of his man’s face. “It is important and it definitely is a big deal. I only wish that your mother was still here so I could call her and thank her for bringing you into the world and my life.” In the late afternoon sun, he saw the way Ilya’s beautiful blue eyes glinted and his cheeks colour. He leaned in and kissed him making sure he knew he meant every word of what he had said. It was so tempting to tease him about the blush but he knew he would only deny it and give him the standard answer of “Not blushing, Russians do not do this.” “Ah, Hollander, you are becoming, what is the word….a big sap lately. What is next, will I see you reading romance novels?” Ilya said when they broke apart. He obviously had no problem Stirring Shane as usual. Shane shot his boyfriend a hard look but it was difficult to stay mad at him when the mischievous look on his face never failed to make his heart beat faster. “You're such a dick.” Shane said, poking a finger into Illya’s bicep before turning back around to lean against him once more. His skin tingled when he felt his lips brush against his ear. “You love my dick, you cannot deny this.” He purred, his lips brushing the shell of Shane’s ear. Shane felt his own cheeks heating as he remembered what had followed. Ilya had always downplayed his birthday every year but Shane always made sure he had a cake and a gift. The trouble was, it was getting increasingly harder to buy the guy something. What did you get someone who had enough money to get whatever he wanted? Shane knew that Ilya didn't have the same problem because Shane tended to be more pragmatic with his spending. The trouble with that was, Ilya would go overboard with his birthday and Christmas gifts. He always grumbled at him for spending so much but he secretly loved each and every one of the gifts he received. Ilya’s birthday had been on his mind for months now and slowly, he had formed a plan and he was quite pleased with himself. He knew Ilya had been more than a little suspicious a few times but he had managed to distract him to get his mind off the subject. Now it was the next day and Shane found his excitement for what he had planned had grown into the anxiety it would all go as he hoped and that Ilya would love it. Ilya had played an away game the day before and flown back on the first flight the next day. He got the first taxi he could see as he raced out of the terminal, lugging his gear. He hated not seeing Shane for days on end when their teams had out of town games but the best thing about it was the reunion sex when he came back home. His whole being was screaming for it. The ride was maddening slow, the cab being swallowed up by the early morning commuters. By the time the car pulled up to the front of Shane’s apartment, Ilya was ready to explode. He threw money at the driver, not caring if it was too much or not and grabbed his gear and took out his phone. L: Open the fucking door, Hollander J: Well, good morning, birthday boy. Something wrong? L: Yes, I need to see you naked and in that bed. RIGHT FUCKING NOW Ilya had reached the door and heard the lock disengage. He thought about taking the lobby lift but he wasn't going to risk having to wait for it so he started up the back stairs, taking them two at a time. He got to Shane’s apartment door and lifted a fist to pound on the surface but he tried the knob first and it turned freely. He entered the apartment’s spacious open living area, dumping his gear before heading straight for the bedroom. He paused at the door. Shane was laying on the butter soft linen sheets, leaning up against the pillows and padded head board. Wearing only a soft smile. “Hey, did you miss me?” He purred, running his fingers up the full length of his already hard cock. Fuck, this man was such a work of art. Ilya groaned as he began tearing off his clothes, not taking his eyes off Shane’s for an instant. Then he was on the bed, looming over his boyfriend and taking his mouth in a kiss that had them both breathless in seconds. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Shane breathed when they finally broke apart.
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