Page 82 of The Long Game
Beside them, Ilya’s phone lit up. He picked it up, probably welcoming the distraction, and laughed.
“What?” Shane asked.
“Hayden texted me a picture of his middle finger.”
Shane woke up from a dream where he and Ilya were fucking at center ice. It had been ridiculous, and obviously fucking on ice would be difficult and uncomfortable, but it had also been hot as hell and now Shane was rock hard and felt about three strokes away from orgasm.
Jesus. What if he’d actually shot his load in his sleep? Ilya would never let him live it down.
He turned his head to find Ilya sprawled out on his stomach beside him, deep asleep with his mouth hanging open and hair covering most of his face.
Shane’s heart swelled. This beautiful man was all his.
He closed his eyes and reached down to ruthlessly squeeze the base of his own cock, then did some deep breathing. No point in being this fired up if Ilya was dead to the world.
When he finally got himself under control, he opened his eyes and found Ilya grinning at him.
“Trying not to come?” Ilya asked.
Shane palmed Ilya’s face, pushing his stupid grin away. “You were asleep! What the fuck?”
“I woke up,” Ilya said simply. “And you were meditating with your dick in your hand.”
Shane shoved him onto his back and climbed on top of him, straddling him so he could look down at his smirking boyfriend and try to gain some dignity back. “I was notmeditating.”
“Okay.”
“I had a sexy dream, that’s all. And I woke up all...aroused, or whatever.”
Ilya folded his arms behind his head. “Tell me about this dream.”
“No way.”
Ilya’s mouth fell open in mock offense. “You will not share?”
“Nope.”
“It was about another man, then. Was it Hayden?”
Shane threw his head back and groaned. “For the last time, I’m not attracted to Hayden.”
“Too bad for Hayden.”
“Hayden isstraightand not attracted to me!”
“If you say so.”
Shane rolled his head in a dramatic fashion until he was glaring down at Ilya again. “I guess all I had to do to get rid of this hard-on was wake you up. Now I’m too annoyed to be turned on.”
“I don’t think that is true.”
And, no. It wasn’t true. Not now that Shane was finally cluing into the fact that he was straddling his very handsome boyfriend’s naked body. He couldn’t resist being aroused by Ilya’s crooked smile and sleepy, half-lidded eyes.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Shane said helplessly, sliding his palms up to Ilya’s chest.
Ilya’s smile grew. “Tell me about the dream.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
