Page 98 of The Long Game
“I don’t understand your fitness regimen,” Shane said as he combed his fingers through Ilya’s rumpled curls.
“Why?” Ilya leaned forward and kissed Shane’s stomach. Then did it again, and again. Gentle caresses of his lips against Shane’s bare skin that sent sparks shooting down to Shane’s toes.
“Because you don’t have one,” Shane said, though his voice sounded less admonishing than he wanted and a whole lot more trembly.
“I have one. Is just normal, not like yours.” He kissed the jut of Shane’s pelvic bone, where it stuck out above his shorts. “More running and weights. Not...” He waved a hand in the direction the ball had rolled off to. “Standing on balls.”
“Stability and balance,” Shane argued through quickening breaths, “are just as important as mass and endurance.”
“Mm.” Ilya slid his hands around to Shane’s inner thighs, then pushed up under his shorts. His thumbs glided over the length of Shane’s new and unsurprising erection, and Shane let out an equally unsurprising gasp.
“I like mass,” Ilya purred. “And endurance.”
“Ugh,” Shane said, but it was followed by a sharp inhale when Ilya curled his fingers to cup Shane’s balls.
“Maybe Ishouldhave more balls in my workout,” Ilya mused.
“You are the absolute worst.”
Ilya only replied with a wicked grin, then he tugged Shane’s shorts and underwear down until they pooled around his ankles.
“Fuck,” Shane said.
“Yes.” He took Shane’s cock in his hand and stroked him with loose, gentle fingers. It made Shane feel like his bones were melting.
Ilya kept his gaze turned up, locked on Shane’s. His eyes were dancing with amusement and possibly simple, unchecked joy, which made Shane realize it had been a long time since he’dseen Ilya looking so happy. Shane smiled back at him, heart fluttering, as he allowed himself to let go of everything that wasn’tthis. Wasn’thim.
“I love you so fucking much,” Shane said. He smoothed a thumb over one of Ilya’s thick eyebrows. “I was counting the minutes all week. Couldn’t wait to see you again.”
“I could tell. By how you drove here in the middle of the night.”
“Don’t try to make me feel weird about that. You love it when I’m eager.”
Ilya rubbed his thumb lightly over the head of Shane’s cock. “I sleep better with you,” he admitted.
Shane was struggling to focus on the conversation, but he forced himself to. It was important. “I wish we could sleep together every night.”
“I know. Now turn around.”
“Turn around? Why?”
Ilya grinned and rotated one finger in the air. Shane still didn’t understand, but he turned his back to Ilya as instructed and...then he understood.
“Oh god,” he whispered, staring at himself in the wall of mirrors, naked except for the shorts pooled at his feet. His rock-hard cock was pointing directly at its own reflection.
Ilya stood behind him and kissed the side of his neck. Then he wrapped an arm around Shane’s waist and took his erection in hand.
Shane closed his eyes. He couldn’t—
“No,” Ilya said in a low voice. “Watch. See how beautiful you are like this.”
“I don’t think I can. It’s too much.”
Another soft kiss to his neck, and then to his temple. “Stay there. One second.”
Ilya left, and Shane cracked one eye open. He turned to watch Ilya, and to avoid looking at his own reflection. Ilya was standing near the stairs, and a second later, the overhead lights dimmed by half.
“Better?” Ilya asked.
