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Ilya took a sip of the fruity cocktail in his hand, amused by the purple curly straw, the enormous slice of pineapple, and cocktail umbrella that adorned the glass, though the drink in and of itself was delicious.
He was reclined in a pool float that looked like a doughnut, wearing only his swim trunks, and a pair of sunglasses. The pool area was empty except for him and the bartender and he was enjoying the quiet.
He’d come down to the pool without his husband since Shane had decided to go for a longer run and would meet Ilya when he was finished. They had been spending all of their time together, which made sense, given that they were on their honeymoon, and Ilya could tell that Shane had wanted a little space to do something that felt more “normal” for him.
Ilya got it. Shane had taken a major step outside his comfort zone for this trip and Ilya was proud of him. He’d been sure that Shane knew how much Ilya appreciated and loved him and rewarded him generously for pushing himself outside his comfort zone.
The entire vacation so far had basically been one giant sex fest. Ilya had gotten Shane to not schedule any kinds of excursions, that they could decide what they wanted to do the day before or the day of, giving them ample time to spend hours in their suite, fucking. Ilya suspected that that would continue for the remainder of the trip.
It was nice. Being in love. Being married. Being open about it. They’d taken more pictures together than they ever had before in the entirety of their relationship. Video, too. Ilya had posted one the other day of the two of them riding around Ibiza on a moped, Shane smiling and laughing.
Ilya had discovered that with enough sun exposure, Shane got more freckles on his shoulders and across his upper back. Even at the cottage they’d never spent so much time in the sun like they were now. Ilya spent an inordinate amount of time kissing the trails of freckles, simply because he could, and knowing they would fade once summer was over.
Ilya took another sip of his cocktail, smiling to himself, feeling relaxed and happy. Life was good. Really good. He closed his eyes. Enjoying the feeling of the sun on his skin, lazily floating around the pool.
“Hey,” called a familiar voice after several moments of relaxed quiet. Ilya opened his eyes and found Shane making his way to a lounge chair. He was in his swim trunks and a t-shirt. His hair was pulled up and he had a bag slung over his shoulder.
“Oh hello! You are back!” Ilya called as his float slowly spun in a circle.
“Yeah,” Shane chuckled. “What’re you drinking?”
“A Piña colada. It is very good.”
Ilya turned his head so he could see Shane, watching him as he got himself settled, placing his things next to Ilya’s.
“Can you help me with my sunscreen?” Shane asked as Ilya spun back around to face him.
“Yes. One second,” Ilya replied. He held up his cocktail so he didn’t get it wet and slid as best he could out of the pool float and made his way out of the pool. He grinned as he watched Shane watching him, his dark eyes sliding from Ilya’s head to his feet in a slow, appraising slide.
Shane’s eyes went back to Ilya’s face and he smiled, handing Ilya a towel.
“Thank you,” he hummed, taking the towel, and placed down his cocktail. He dried off and Shane took off his shirt, handing Ilya the sunscreen.
“It’s mostly just my back,” he said.
“Of course.” Ilya took the sunscreen, squirting a reasonable amount onto his fingers. This had been their routine every summer. Shane did have very fair, sensitive skin, so sunscreen was important, and Ilya was more than happy to help him apply it in hard to reach places.
He dropped a kiss to Shane’s bare shoulder, over a smattering of freckles there, and began applying the sunscreen. Shane sighed softly and Ilya smiled, knowing that Shane liked the feeling of his hands on him.
Ilya slid his fingers carefully just under the waistband of Shane’s bathing suit, right along the top of his ass, finishing his task. Shane looked over his shoulder, a little smile on his face. He didn’t protest, but one eyebrow arched in question. Ilya shrugged and kissed his cheek.
“Done,” he said and Shane smiled widely.
“Thank you.” He turned fully and leaned in, kissing Ilya on the mouth. It was an affectionate kiss, firm and warm, but nothing more.
“Hi,” Ilya sighed, smiling crookedly at Shane. Heat pooled in his belly and his heart wobbled the way it always did when he was kissing Shane.
“Hi,” Shane chuckled back. “I’m gonna get a drink. You need anything?”
Ilya shook his head. “No. I am okay. The cocktails are very good.”
Shane smiled. “Noted.”
Ilya lounged back to finish his cocktail, watching Shane order something for himself. Ilya laughed as Shane returned with a large goblet looking drink that he had to carry with both hands.
“What did you get?” Ilya asked, looking over the tops of his sunglasses at his husband.
“A margarita! This is… enormous…”
“I will help you,” Ilya laughed.
Shane looked gratefully at him, laughing. “I’m going to need it.”
True to his word, Ilya helped Shane with his giant margarita. They ordered food poolside and eventually some other guests at their hotel joined them around the pool, but it wasn’t particularly crowded.
Shane was reclining on his chair, looking beautiful and relaxed and maybe a little drunk and Ilya could look at him forever. He wanted to take Shane apart, slowly and deliciously, until Shane was at the edge. Ilya would hold him there, just for a little while, not too long, and then send him over in spectacular fashion.
“What?” Shane asked, smiling.
Ilya shook his head. “It is not polite to say in public.”
Shane scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Since when has that ever stopped you?”
Ilya shrugged a shoulder, knowing the gesture would look casual and elegant. “I am married now.”
Shane laughed. “Marriage has changed you? I find that very hard to believe.”
Ilya smiled. “Oh yes? Really? You do not think I am more, um, what is the word…” He tapped a finger against his lips. “Myagkiy? In English?”
Shane’s brows furrowed for a moment as he thought. “Bland? No… oh, like, mellow?”
Ilya pointed at him. “Yes! Mellow!”
Shane looked like he was fighting a smile and held up a hand, rocking it back and forth. “A little maybe? I don’t know. You seem the same to me. Though, overall, I think things are better.”
Ilya tilted his head. “Better?”
Shane’s expression shifted, going soft and serious all at once. He glanced away from Ilya, looking at the pool. “Yeah. Like… we don’t fight as much. I know I’m not as stressed. We don’t have to hide. Things haven’t been easy exactly and I’m sure things will be sort of hectic and messy with the media once the season starts but…” His eyes came back to Ilya’s and he smiled.
That smile went right to Ilya’s heart, making him surprisingly emotional. Shane looked adoring and happy and Ilya knew he was right. Things were better. Not that they’d ever been bad exactly but… the weight of their secret had been lifted off of both of them, and it had given their relationship so much more room to grow.
“Things are really good. And I’m really happy. I get to spend the rest of my life with you, doing what I love most with the person I love most. How does anyone get that lucky, you know?”
“Yes,” Ilya replied, reaching across the space between their chairs to take Shane’s hand. “We are very lucky.”
Shane squeezed Ilya’s fingers. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Shane released Ilya’s hand and sat up, swinging his leg over the side of his chair.
“You wanna go back up to our hotel room?”
Ilya sat up straighter. “Yes.”
Shane smiled, surprisingly wicked. “Let’s go.”
They got back to their room, giggling into each other’s mouths, stumbling toward the bedroom. Shane tripped over a shoe and Ilya caught him, steadying him.
“Oh shit,” Shane huffed. “I’m a little tipsy.”
Ilya shook his head, pulling Shane closer. “No. You are perfect.”
They managed to get to the California king bed without further disruption, bathing suits quickly and easily discarded. They fell into bed, mouths and hands hungry. Ilya pulled away, kissing all the way down Shane’s body, leaving marks on his neck, teasing his nipples until they were hard, sensitive points under his lips and fingers.
Ilya teased Shane relentlessly, doing nothing more than press brief kisses to his cock, stroking featherlight touches to his balls and hole. Shane made a frustrated noise, looking down at Ilya through half-lidded eyes, looking annoyed.
“Ilya,” he huffed. “Come on.”
“What?” Ilya purred in reply. “You are not enjoying this?” He kissed the inside of Shane’s thigh, dragging his lips over the soft, delicate skin, before biting Shane, making Shane hiss.
“Fucker,” he huffed as Ilya slid his tongue over the bite soothingly. He raised his eyes to look up at Shane, never tired of this display, all of Shane splayed out before him to be kissed and stroked and loved on.
He sat up, carefully sliding Shane’s legs from his shoulders, Shane watching him curiously. Ilya moved to Shane’s side. He leaned down to kiss him, fingers curved around Shane’s chin as he dipped his tongue into his mouth.
Shane moaned softly as Ilya pulled back, stroking his hand through Shane’s hair, before he slid a tender finger down Shane’s cheek, then his whole hand down Shane’s chest, resting on his stomach, a teasing distance from Shane’s cock.
“Come with me,” he murmured and sat up. “Bring the lube.”
Ilya got out of bed and Shane followed, looking confused, but willing. Ilya sat at the edge of the bed and took Shane’s hand, tugging him closer, until Shane straddled Ilya’s hips, knees on the mattress.
“Like this,” Ilya confirmed, Shane’s arms draped over his shoulders, looking down at Ilya. He smiled.
“Yeah. Okay.”
Shane pulled one arm between him and Ilya, holding up the lube bottle. “We need more,” he chuckled.
Ilya smiled in response, taking the bottle, and kissing Shane. He slid one arm more firmly around him to hold him close and keep him from falling, sliding the lubed fingers of his free hand between the left of Shane’s ass, opening him up expertly.
It didn’t take long. They hadn’t had sex all that long ago and Ilya was very pleased to feel fairly little resistance as he pushed a finger into Shane. He didn’t think there was any angle or position that he could have Shane in that he didn’t love. He liked the way Shane clung to him, the way Ilya could feel every movement, that he could do multiple things at once; kiss Shane or lick and bite at his chest or stroke his cock while he worked him open.
“Don’t have to go so slow,” Shane huffed. “I’m fine.”
“But I like this,” Ilya replied.
“Torturing me?” Shane asked, looking down at Ilya, squirming a little as Ilya slid his entire finger into Shane’s ass, twisting it.
“Not torture,” Ilya replied. “Tease. Take my time. I like when you are wanting.”
Shane made a helpless sound in response as Ilya dragged his finger almost all the way out and then pushed back in, curling the digit in just the right way to make Shane gasp and shiver. Ilya chuckled, leaning in to run his tongue over Shane’s nipple, loving the way Shane moaned and pressed his chest into Ilya’s face. He loved when Shane was needy and wanton. Ilya withdrew his finger, sliding in two, and kept going, stretching and stroking.
Shane was warm and tight around his fingers. He felt even better around his cock. Ilya would never get tired of that; how open and perfect Shane always felt when they fucked.
“Oh fuck. Yes. Jesus,” Shane panted as Ilya stroked his finger over his prostate and sucked on a nipple, pulling away to mouth at the other one.
Ilya took his time, thoroughly enjoying Shane’s whines and pants. He wasn’t quite begging, simply making annoyed noises, hoping that that might spur Ilya into action, which never worked, but it was cute that Shane tried.
“Fucking finally,” Shane gasped as Ilya withdrew his fingers and grabbed the lube again. Ilya kissed his jaw, the curve of his shoulder, smiling.
“So impatient,” he tisked and nipped at Shane’s earlobe before Shane shifted out of reach, one hand reaching back to guide Ilya into him.
Ilya watched Shane’s face. His eyes were closed, brows furrowed slightly in concentration as he sank onto Ilya’s cock. They made the same sound at the same time, Shane’s head tilted back slightly, then fell forward, forehead against Ilya’s. Ilya wrapped both his hands around Shane, holding him.
“Gimme a sec,” Shane murmured.
“Take your time,” Ilya replied, unable to take his eyes off of him, completely lost in the warmth of him, of being inside him, which always felt like a gift. Shane sighed, nuzzling his nose against Ilya’s, then started a slow rocking, more of a grind than anything else. Ilya’s eyelids dipped and he hummed.
“Shane,” he murmured, pressing up into him, kissing his mouth messily. Shane chuckled, not adjusting his pace.
“I like this,” Shane sighed after a moment. “I like you holding me.”
Ilya smiled up at him, squeezing Shane a little, and kissed the hollow of his throat. “Me, too.”
They stayed like that for a while, exchanging kisses, Shane’s hands sliding down to Ilya’s biceps, body arched slightly as Ilya kissed his neck all the way to his chest, and back up.
“We did this at the cottage,” Shane murmured, hands sliding back up to Ilya’s shoulders. He adjusted his pace and Ilya followed. “When you told me you loved me.”
Ilya smiled, sliding his hands down Shane’s back, over his ass, gripping his hips, feeling him move. “I remember.” He kissed Shane, nipping his bottom lip. “I love you.”
“I love you,” Shane sighed. “Fuck.”
Ilya squeezed one of Shane’s ass cheeks, reaching down to feel where they were joined, unreasonably aroused by it. Shane, too, apparently, because he sped up, only having Ilya’s shoulders to use as leverage.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Shane huffed.
“You won’t,” Ilya replied, reaching between them to stroke Shane’s dick. “I know how much you love riding me hard, Hollander.”
Shane’s expression said you’re not wrong and he pushed his pace. Ilya couldn’t help but laugh because this position was so strenuous. It was fucking good, but he was getting as much of a workout as Shane was, bracing his core, and holding on to Shane.
It was worth it though, to be able to hold Shane and watch him, see the way his expression shifted the closer he got to orgasm, and feeling his own building exponentially.
“Fuck. So good. I’m gonna come. Oh shit.”
“Come on, Shane. Come for me.”
“Yeah. Oh yeah. Ilya. Shit. I’m coming, I’m coming, ah —” Shane shuddered and spasmed around Ilya and in his arms, his release coating Ilya’s chest, and Ilya followed after him, his entire body fizzing.
Shane’s face was pressed to his neck, one hand in Ilya’s hair. “That was—” he started to say before there was a loud groaning noise and then the ground fell out from underneath them, and they went sliding sideways off the mattress.
Ilya’s arms wrapped around Shane instinctively, holding him close as he landed on his back. They were both silent for a moment, looking at one another, stunned.
“Are you okay?” Ilya asked. Shane nodded, hands on Ilya’s cheeks.
“Are you?” he asked.
“Yes. I think.”
Shane looked around, brows furrowed. “I think we broke the bed.”
“What?”
“Like, the bedframe. Hold on.” Shane gingerly slid off of Ilya, and then to the floor. Ilya turned around, sitting next to Shane, on his knees. The mattress was lopsided and it looked like the bed frame had snapped in some way. It was hard to tell with the sheets and comforter in the way
He looked at Shane, who looked at him, and they both burst out laughing.
“Well that’s a first,” Shane chuckled, wiping his eyes. “Wow.”
Ilya shook his head, still laughing. He stood up, offering his hands to Shane. Shane took them and Ilya pulled him to his feet. Shane stepped into his arms, pressing a kiss to Ilya’s shoulder.
“We should probably speak to the front desk.”
“Probably.”
“This is so embarrassing,” Shane laughed.
Ilya gently rocked them back and forth, pressing tender kisses to Shane’s hairline. “No. It is impressive.”
Shane snorted and Ilya chuckled.
“C’mon. Let’s get this over with,” Shane sighed, patting Ilya’s hip. Ilya released him and they started toward the bathroom to get cleaned up before having to deal with the mess they’d made.