Page 60 of The Long Game
An hour later, they were tangled up together on Shane’s couch. Shane couldn’t even remember the planned activity that had brought them here—watching a movie? video games?—because it had been instantly shoved aside in favor of kissing. Shane was straddling Ilya’s lap, facing him, and kissing him while he held his face in both hands.
“I missed you so fucking much,” Shane murmured against Ilya’s lips.
Ilya squeezed his ass, and kissed him hungrily. They were both fully clothed and hard as hell, but neither was in a hurry to escalate things. Maybe they’d keep kissing and caressing each other until neither of them could stand it anymore, then Ilya would bend him over the sofa and rim him and finger him until Shane was begging for it.
Shane groaned thinking about it, which made Ilya laugh.
“What?” Ilya asked.
“Nothing.” Then, he gathered up some courage and said, “Thinking about you fucking me.”
Ilya licked Shane’s Adam’s apple. “I am thinking about it too.”
Shane’s phone rang on the coffee table behind them.
“Don’t answer it,” Ilya said.
Shane turned and grabbed the phone. “It’s Hayden.”
“Then definitely don’t answer it.”
Shane noticed that he also had a bunch of missed texts from Hayden. He answered the phone while Ilya thunked his forehead against Shane’s chest.
“What’s up, Hayden?”
“Thank Christ,” Hayden said. “Listen, Jackie broke her ankle.”
“No, I didn’t!” Shane heard Jackie yell in the background.
“Well, it’s sprained or something. She tripped on a toy and I have to take her to the hospital.”
“Shit,” Shane said. “Sorry to hear that. I hope she’s okay.”
“Me too. But, like, can you babysit the kids until we’re back?”
Shane’s gaze met Ilya’s. He could tell immediately that Ilya had heard the entire conversation. Normally Shane loved hanging out with Hayden’s four kids, but today was supposed to be just for him and Ilya.
But Ilya smiled excitedly and nodded.
“Sure, no problem. But, um...Ilya is here.”
“Oh,” Hayden said. “Sorry. You’re probably, like, making up for lost time, right?”
Gross. “No, it’s fine. We can do it. I’m just saying, Ilya is coming too.”
Hayden exhaled loudly into the phone. “How soon can you get here?”
Ilya had been to the Pikes’ house only once before, for an olive branch in the form of a barbecue. He’d suspected at the time that it had been Jackie’s idea more than Hayden’s.
Jackie, who at the moment was lying on the Pikes’ large sectional sofa with her right foot resting on a stack of pillows. An ice pack was draped over her ankle. “Hi, Ilya,” she said.
“Tripped over a toy?”
She rolled her eyes. “I tripped over Hayden’s stupid remote control car.”
Ilya laughed, delighted by this new and important information. “It was Hayden’s toy?”
“One of the kids left it out,” Hayden insisted from the other side of the room. “It wasn’t me!”
