Page 75 of The Long Game
“Yes,” Ilya said quietly. “So beautiful.”
It only took a few more thrusts before he was emptying himself into Shane, bracing himself with one hand on the back corner of the couch.
“Wow,” Shane rasped.
A weird giggle erupted out of Ilya. He covered his mouth quickly.
Shane grinned. “Oh my god. What was that?”
“Nothing. I don’t know.” Ilya distracted himself by carefully pulling out of Shane.
Shane slowly got to his feet, placing a hand on Ilya’s shoulder for balance. “Gotta say, that was totally worth the drive.”
“With a plug in your butt,” Ilya reminded him. His insides felt like they were vibrating, and he realized his hand was shaking.
“I just really needed to see you,” Shane said seriously.
Ilya nodded, then wrapped him in a tight hug. His eyes were burning with tears again, which was embarrassing and inappropriate after amazing sex.
“Thank you,” he said into Shane’s hair. It was so unlike Shane to be impulsive like this. To drive to Ottawa in the middle of the night for some quick sex.
But it was also unlike Ilya to cry after sex, so everyone was experiencing new things tonight.
“I like the decorations,” Shane said after a minute of Ilya breathing in the scent of him.
“Yes. They are good.”
“Very spooky.”
“Mm.”
“We should probably get cleaned up. There was come on my belly. Now it’s on your costume.”
Ilya sniffled, and hoped Shane didn’t notice. “We will take a shower. Then bed. Then morning sex.”
“I have to leave before seven.”
Ilya squeezed him tighter. “No. Skip practice.”
“I can’t.”
“I know.” Ilya sighed, and let Shane go. “Very early morning sex, then.”
Shane grinned. “‘What we do in life echoes in eternity.’”
“What?”
“It’s a quote fromGladiator!” Shane gestured at what was left of Ilya’s costume. “Come on!”
“Okay, nerd.”
“I only know it because Comeau has it tattooed on his arm.”
“Of course he does.”
Shane flicked Ilya’s left pec, over the breastplate. “You’re in no position to be making fun of other people’s tattoos.” He smiled up at Ilya, and Ilya smiled back, overwhelmed by how much he loved this man.
“Go,” Ilya said gently. “Upstairs.”
