Page 40 of The Long Game
“So I can see better, or because you’re hot for my glasses?”
“Both.”
Shane reached for his glasses case on the nightstand. He made a show of opening the case, pulling the glasses out, unfolding them, and putting them on. Like a nerdy reverse striptease.
Ilya grinned as his big hand moved in an easy, sure rhythm over his thick cock. Shane took advantage of his own improved vision and let his gaze dart all over the place, from Ilya’s broad shoulders, to his twitching pecs, to his swollen balls, to the way his muscular forearms worked as he stroked himself.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” Shane said.
Ilya smiled at him in that crooked way that had been making Shane feel crazy for over ten years. “Tell me.”
“As if you don’t know how hot you are.”
“Tell me anyway.”
Shane smiled and shook his head, but said, “You’re so fuckingbig. Like, everywhere. Your arms, your chest, your fucking thighs. I love how tall you are. I don’t even care that you make fun of my height because I fucking love being swallowed up by you when we’re together.”
Ilya groaned and moved his hand faster.
Shane laughed. “Figures that would do it for you.”
“Touch yourself.” Ilya’s voice was strained, making it sound less like an order and more like a plea.
Shane obeyed, humming happily as he finally gave his rigid cock some attention.
“Were you waiting for me to tell you to do that?” Ilya asked with amusement.
“No,” Shane said quickly. “I just wanted to see how long I could wait.”
Ilya huffed. “Playing your own game over there, yes?”
Shane shrugged one shoulder. “Needed to do something to keep myself awake. It’s not like you’re doing anything interesting over there.”
“Brat.” Ilya let his dick snap backward, slapping hard against his firm stomach.
“Wow,” Shane said sarcastically. “You’ve got tricks now.”
They both cracked up. Ilya flipped him off with his left hand while he went back to stroking himself with his right.
“How is this for interesting?” Ilya said when he’d stopped laughing. “I have not come for three days.”
Shane’s eyebrows shot up. “Jesus. Are you okay?” Shane regularly went at least as long between orgasms without feeling deprived, but he knew Ilya usually needed at least one a day.
Ilya chuckled softly. “Fine. Busy, I guess. Or maybe waiting for this. For you.”
“I’ll admit,” Shane said. “You have my full attention now.”
“Good. Please jerk off so we can come together.”
“Iam. For fuck’s sake, give me a chance to catch up.”
“Like you need it.”
“Like you need it,”Shane mimicked with his best attempt at a Russian accent.
“That is what I sound like? No wonder you are so hot for me. Sexy.”
Shane laughed. “Shut up. Let me focus.”
