Ilya pulled one hand from behind his head and cupped Shane’s mostly soft dick. “Tell me one thing.”
Shane’s breath hitched as Ilya began to slowly massage his cock. “I—we were...fucking.”
“Wow,” Ilya said dryly.
Shane wasn’t going to sit here and be accused of having unimaginative sex dreams. He swallowed his shame and added, “At center ice.”
Ilya’s eyebrows shot up.
“I know that logistically,” Shane continued quickly, “it would be, y’know, basically impossible, but dreams are weird. So, yeah. Center ice.”
“Were there people there? A crowd?”
Shane’s cheeks heated. “I don’t think so. Maybe it started as a game, but then we were naked and alone, I think.”
“Interesting.” Ilya moved his hand down to caress Shane’s balls. “I have had dreams where we are fucking in front of people. Like we are showing off.”
Shane gasped as Ilya gently tugged at his sac. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”
Ilya chuckled. “Do you think so?”
“Sure. You’ve probably gone to sex parties and fucked in front of a captive audience before, right?”
A second later, Shane found himself on his back, with Ilya looming over him. Ilya bent low and kissed Shane’s throat.
“No,” Ilya said. “No sex parties.” He kissed a trail down Shane’s chest and stomach, then lifted his head. “Wait. How many people is a party?”
Shane narrowed his eyes at him, and Ilya grinned broadly. Shane never knew when Ilya was being serious about his sexual past, or when he was just talking shit to get Shane riled up. He knew that, ultimately, it didn’t really matter how many people Ilya had slept with, but it did fascinate Shane that the number could really be anywhere between two and a million.
It was definitely more than two.
Probably less than a million.
“Tell me what you think a sex party is,” Ilya teased. His eyes danced with glee.
“No.”
“Please. I have to know.”
“Weren’t you about to—”
“Yes. In a minute. Is there, like, balloons?”
Shane rolled his eyes, then moved like he was going to leave the bed. Ilya laughed and pinned him down, hands wrapped around Shane’s wrists. As he gazed down at Shane, his expression shifted from teasing to something softer.
“I am so glad I met you,” Ilya said quietly.
Shane’s heart clenched. It was such a simple statement, but it was so open and honest, and it instantly made Shane think of the flip side of those words.
What if they’d never met?
But they had, and they were perfect for each other in a way that probably only they would ever understand. Their relationship wasn’t easy, but itexisted. They’d made it happen, against all odds, and they’d protected it.
Shane couldn’t find words, so he tried to lift his arms and Ilya let him, releasing his wrists immediately. Shane wrapped his arms around him, pulling him down, and held him. They stayed like that for several minutes, breathing against each other and saying nothing.
“Now, then,” Ilya said, then kissed Shane’s throat. “I want to blow you while you think about getting fucked at center ice.”
Shane let out a shaky laugh. “I don’t actually want to be fucked at—ah.” His back arched when Ilya wrapped his plush lips around the head of Shane’s cock.
