Ilya closed and locked the door, then pressed Shane against it.
“Oh,” Shane said, and then Ilya was kissing him, hard and with purpose, as if this was a form of physical therapy.
“Better?” Ilya asked, when they finally pulled apart. Both men were breathing unsteadily. Shane’s fingers were digging into Ilya’s hip and his shoulder, and Ilya had one hand tangled up in Shane’s hair.
“Yeah,” Shane whispered. “Fuck, I want you so bad.”
“It has been a long week,” Ilya agreed.
“Mom’s going back to Ottawa now. We’ll have the house to ourselves.”
Ilya kissed him again, this time in that filthy way that made Shane’s toes curl.
Jesus, what were they doing? He broke the kiss and said, “Later. Not here.”
“Okay.” Ilya stepped back and began to smooth out Shane’s camp polo.
“This room remind you of anything?” Shane asked as he traced a finger along Ilya’s forearm.
Ilya’s lips curved up. “When you were very unprofessional, making that commercial with me.”
“Me?You were the one who propositioned me.”
“After you pointed your boner at me.”
Shane’s mouth fell open. He closed it. Then opened it again. “You were showing off.”
“Showing off?”
“Yeah. With all your naked muscles and ass...flexing.”
Ilya laughed. “What?”
“You knew what you were doing.”
Ilya kissed his forehead. “Maybe.”
Shane rested his head on Ilya’s shoulder, breathing him in and trying not to wonder how things would be different if Shane hadn’t been unable to control his dick that day in the showers. Would Ilya be holding him now, more than a decade later, with a tattoo of a loon on his arm?
“I’m glad you’re such a show-off,” Shane said.
Ilya patted his back. “I am glad you get hard so easily.”
“Shut up,” Shane said, but smiled into Ilya’s neck, relieved that they were both thinking the same thing.
Chapter Five
“What am I even supposed to wear to this thing?” Shane called from his walk-in closet.
“Do you have a leather, um. What is it? Like, for a horse...?”
“A harness. And shut up.”
Ilya laughed quietly to himself. He honestly couldn’t wait to see what kind of outfit Shane put together for Fabian’s show.
“Just wear a jock,” Ilya suggested. “And sunglasses.”
Shane poked his head out of the closet. “What are you wearing?”
