Page 58 of The Long Game
“Yes?”
“Mm. But I need a shower. Or at least a cloth.”
After a few more lazy minutes, Ilya went to the bathroom and returned with several warm, damp facecloths. He carefully wiped Shane’s face first, then kissed his nose, each eyebrow, and then his mouth. Shane tangled his fingers in Ilya’s hair as they kissed, and Ilya sighed into his mouth. It was so fucking unfair that they had to endure so many days without this.
They kissed for a while, then Ilya continued cleaning his boyfriend. He used a new cloth for his chest and throat, then another for his dick, thighs, and ass. He took his time with Shane’s ass, since Shane seemed to find the attention to his sensitive flesh soothing. Ilya gently swiped the warm cloth over his slightly swollen entrance more times than was necessary, watching his boyfriend smile and shiver happily.
“You are so beautiful,” Ilya said.
“Not bad yourself.”
“We can shower in the morning, yes?”
“Yeah. Come here.”
Ilya stretched out beside Shane, then rolled him so he could spoon him from behind. Shane curled against him easily—automatically—holding Ilya’s hand where it lay in front of Shane’s belly.
“Hi,” Shane said sleepily.
“Hi.”
Chapter Twelve
Shane was shocked to find it was morning when he opened his eyes. He didn’t remember falling asleep, but he must have been wiped out after the game and the mind-blowing sex.
God, and the edging. That had been hot as hell.
He could hear Ilya snoring softly behind him, one strong arm draped loosely over Shane’s waist. Shane smiled and snuggled back against him, sighing happily. He was hard, and he could feel that Ilya was too, but he could ignore that for now. Sex was great, but moments like this one, where they could cuddle and caress and just exist alone together in a quiet room, were Shane’s favorite thing.
Shane was normally an early riser, and followed a strict routine every morning. But instead of jumping out of bed and into some running clothes, this morning he succumbed to the comfort of being held by the man he loved, and dozed off.
He was awoken sometime later by Ilya trailing kisses along his shoulder.
“Good morning,” Shane mumbled.
“It is,” Ilya agreed.
Shane rolled to his back and gazed up at Ilya, rumpled and sleepy and gorgeous in the morning light. “We have the whole day together.”
Ilya smiled. “And night.”
“What do you want to do?”
“I want you to brush your teeth, because you won’t let me kiss you until you do.”
“You have to brush yours too,” Shane was quick to add.
“Yes, yes.” Ilya lifted Shane’s hand to his mouth and kissed his knuckles.
“And we have to shower.”
“Iknow. But then I want to make you a gross, healthy breakfast.” He kissed Shane’s palm. “And I want to spend the whole day touching you.”
“Okay.”
They brushed their teeth, then made out in the shower together. They were both in good moods, smiling and laughing easily. Ilya made poached eggs with sliced up fruit while Shane made protein smoothies and coffee.
“That ESPN doc about us airs next week,” Shane said.
