It was the control that was unraveling Ilya more than anything. This wasn’t frantic rutting—this was Shane loving Ilya with his body. Careful, steady thrusts that matched the rhythm of their pounding hearts.
Ilya realized they weren’t even kissing anymore. Their gazes were locked, lips parted as they both huffed and shuddered into the inches between them.
“Is this okay?” Shane whispered.
“Yes. Perfect,” Ilya assured him.
Shane’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, his head tipping back on a gasp. He opened them again and smiled shyly. “Feels so good.”
“I know.”
Ilya kissed his throat, his jaw, and then his mouth again. His own orgasm was building, and he was torn between urging it on and wanting to pull back. He didn’t want this moment to end.
Except there would be more moments like this. A whole lifetime of them.
“Shane,” he breathed.
“Yeah,” Shane said shakily. “Me too.”
The steady movement of their hips began to lose its rhythm as they both teetered on the brink of climax. They breathed into each other’s mouths, foreheads pressed together, until Shanewhimpered and Ilya felt the first hot splash of his release on his skin. It was enough to break the dam inside him, and his own release surged and erupted.
Shane wrapped his arms and legs around Ilya’s trembling body, pulling him even closer. They kissed sloppily, and laughed about it. Finally Ilya rolled onto his back, and Shane immediately rested his head on his chest. He traced a fingertip around the ring that was now resting up near Ilya’s throat.
“I was thinking summer,” Shane said.
“Summer for what?”
Shane lifted his head and met Ilya’s gaze. “For everything. Coming out. Going public. Getting married.”
Ilya’s heart flipped. “Yes?”
“Yeah. I know it’s going to be a shitshow, but I’m tired of being scared of being found out. I want to tell people, on our own terms. I think I can handle anything that happens, as long as going public is a choice we made ourselves. Together.”
“That is what I want,” Ilya agreed. “We tell people ourselves. Together.”
Shane smiled. “I might have already told my parents that I was going to propose to you.”
“Did they approve?”
“Of course. I think we already are married, as far as they’re concerned. But they’re also a little unclear about our plan. So am I, but we’ll figure it out.”
“We will,” Ilya agreed. “And until summer?”
“I guess more of the same? Except maybe we could...be less careful?”
Ilya’s eyebrows went sky high.
“I mean,” Shane said quickly, “we could hide in plain sight a bit? I think it would work. I just learned that J.J. thinks I have an unrequited crush on you.”
“Un-what?”
“Like, he thinks I’m in love with my straight friend.”
Ilya laughed. “That must be very hard for you.”
“I’m just saying, peoplereallythink you’re straight.”
“And if I told people I am bisexual? Would that ruin everything?”
