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Ilya hadn’t realized how much he was going to enjoy this until he was in it.
He had just started touching Shane, moving his hand slowly as he watched Shane ‘mhm’ and ‘ah’ his way through a phone conversation with Hayden. Shane’s face was bright red, freckles standing out against his skin as he watched Ilya pressing kisses up his thighs. Ilya wasted little time taking Shane into his mouth, bobbing up and down the length. He let his tongue swipe over the tip, a chuckle rumbling through him as Shane failed to hold back a moan. At least, Ilya thought, as he continued to move his head, he kept it mostly quiet.
“No!” Ilya looked up, confused. He removed his mouth, tilting his head a little when Shane shook his head in frustration. Shane pointed to the phone as he continued, “No, it’s okay, I- Sorry, s-stubbed my toe. Hurts.”
Ilya snickered, and Shane reached out to smack his arm. He ignored this, reaching out to start stroking Shane again, focusing his mouth on teasing Shane’s thighs. He listened to Shane talk about his recent routines- yoga and rest and swims in the lake (and, notably, nothing about the near constant sex with one Ilya Rozanov).
It went on like that, Ilya taking his sweet, sweet time, and Shane suffering through it rather bravely, until Ilya heard Shane ask: “Hayden?” He sounded surprised, and Ilya looked up, eyebrows raised. Shane shrugged, and Ilya whispered “Speaker,” before going back to pressing teasing kisses along Shane’s thighs. Shane looked conflicted, thumb hovering over his screen, but ultimately complied.
“-here, Shane,” came Hayden’s voice through the phone’s speakers. Ilya grinned, kisses reaching the base of Shane’s dick as he listened. “What- what do you miss the most? About, like, your routine?”
Ilya’s head snapped up, gaze locking with Shane. The heavy breathing and stuttered question made it very easy for Ilya to decipher what was going on. ‘Holy shit,’ he mouthed, his grin only widening as he listened to what he knew had to be Hayden Pike jerking off.
Shane looked mortified, mostly, but there was a bewildered little smile tugging at his lips, his cheeks only growing redder. Ilya cocked his head, humming quietly when Shane threaded his hands through Ilya’s hair. He lowered his head to Shane’s cock once more, this time intending to finish the job.
Shane answered Hayden, his voice and cadence no longer passable as anything normal. Ilya wondered, as he listened, if Hayden knew someone else was there, or if he thought Shane was just getting himself off. He wondered if Hayden noticed how shamelessly Shane whined when he was getting close, like he was now. He listened to Hayden's shaky breathing, his poorly concealed moaning, and Ilya felt a rush of something like pride that it was Shane who was making this guy lose it like this. His Shane, just the idea and sound of him. Ilya decided that this was the closest he’d ever come to liking Hayden Pike, and that he’d give him a show.
Ilya doubled his efforts, abandoning any restraint he might have been showing, pleased with the gasping moans he drew from Shane. “Yeah?” He heard Hayden ask, clearly also very close to the edge.
“Yeah.” Shane’s voice broke on the word, his eyes screwed shut as he pushed his fingers through Ilya’s hair. Ilya did nothing to slow as he felt Shane tense up beneath him. “Yeah, Hay, I- Fuck!”
Shane came loud, doubling over at the waist and making noises with every breath. It only took a second before Ilya could hear Hayden doing the same, a string of curses flying from the now abandoned phone, dropped on the couch cushions next to them. Ilya swallowed but didn’t move, drawing it out as long as he could until Shane tapped him, unable to take anymore. Ilya obliged, pulling his mouth off and resting his head on Shane’s thigh. He watched as Shane slowly relaxed, eyes hazy, looking at Ilya like he couldn’t believe what had just happened. Ilya kind of couldn’t believe it either.
“Shane?” Shane blinked and glanced over at his phone. Ilya could feel the uncertainty radiating off of him, could see the anxiety creeping up. He pressed a kiss to Shane’s knee, watching him carefully as he responded. Hayden continued: “I gotta get a shower in before things get crazy over here again, but I’ll call you later, yeah? Soon. Take care, bud.”
A moment passed, where Shane just watched his phone with alarm, but eventually, he spoke. “Yeah, I- Yeah. Bye, Hayden.”
The call ended, and before Ilya could say anything, he was being dragged up by his shoulders. Shane kissed him, hard enough that Ilya faintly wondered if he might bruise. “Fuck you,” Shane said, smiling so hard Ilya could feel it. “Oh my God. Did he really…? Fuck.”
Ilya pulled back long enough to give Shane a cheshire grin. “What? Did Pike just get off to the sound of you getting your dick sucked? I think so.”
Shane groaned, smacking Ilya’s arm before covering his face with his hands. “Jesus,” he murmured, ignoring the kisses Ilya was pressing to his neck.
Ilya wanted to tell Shane how hot that was, how much he liked knowing Hayden wanted Shane so badly, and yet Shane was here, with Ilya. Shane wanted Ilya. Instead, he asked, “You liked it, yes?” He pulled back to gauge Shane’s expression.
Shane tentatively took his hands off his face. “I… did. Yeah.”
Ilya nipped at Shane’s collarbone. “Then maybe we will do again?” Shane groaned, and Ilya laughed. “It is only a suggestion! A maybe!”
Shane rolled his eyes, but allowed Ilya to lay on top of him on the couch, pressing him into the cushions. “Maybe,” he responded, and Ilya pressed a sweet, lazy kiss to his lips.