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--- Ilya’s Point of View ---
2017 – Ottowa {The Cottage}
I wasn’t expecting to be woken up with a blow job, not that I was complaining in the slightest – it was the first time Shane had done this, because this is the first time we had spent extended time together, we should have admitted our love for one another sooner.
I spread my legs a bit wider leaning back against the pillows, giving Shane more access to me, he hummed in pleasure moving himself more in between my legs, and the vibrations from his moan on my cock made me tremble.
“Yebat Hollander.” I swore in Russian.
Shane again moaned in pleasure and picked up his pace – working my cock harder, it was torn between wanting to watch him suck my cock and the fact this felt so good I wanted to savor it, I picked the latter leaning my head back and just let myself enjoy this.
After a while I grabbed onto his hair a bit roughly and restrained myself from mercilessly fucking his throat – I had often had to restrain the more dominant and darker side of my sexual nature with him, I let him set the pace, and was rewarded with him deep throating me when I finally came, he eagerly swallowed my cum. He didn’t always like to swallow, but when he did, he was so fucking good it.
“Fuck…” I muttered letting out a small laugh.
“Morning.” His voice was very light and happy.
“Morning…it’s early.” I grumbled; I saw that it was 5 in the morning when I glanced at the bedside clock.
“I know, I couldn’t sleep, I was thinking about our conversation last night and you just looked so fuckable.” He reached up and ran his hand up and down my stomach and I shivered under his touch, his touch was like a drug to me, I fucking loved this man.
I closed my eyes smiling as I leaned my head back - happy he couldn’t see how deeply I was blushing at his attention, I had to think harder than I should about the discussion last night to remember it - post orgasm brain fog was a real thing. It came back to me after a moment.
Shane, drunk after confessing to his parents about being gay admitted there was certain times he was conflicted by his attraction. I asked for clarification and he shyly admitted in the club when we saw each other - that he had gotten absurdly turned on and hurt by watching me kiss, touch and gride against another girl, and that he often thought about that.
I had teased him once or twice about bringing another person into our bedroom, mostly just to rile him up than it being something I needed. I would die for Shane, and that’s just an exaggeration – he was it for me, but I still really liked women, and I had a certain rough appetite sexually that I knew would push Hollander to far. But in order to have him I was willing to subdue that part of my nature; he was worth it.
Last night I had watched Shane’s conflicted expression when we started talking about other things, I had seen it so many time the past years, he wanted something, but he was not willing to ask for it directly, in the soft glow of the bedside lamp I saw that he had that same expression, I reached down and ran my fingers thought his hair. I knew that I couldn’t push him, he would tell me when he was ready.
“Breakfast now, I want early swim.” I sat up property stretching, he seemed to perk up at that, his face turning back to a more neutral expression.
--- Your Point of View ----
2017 – Ottowa {Cabin}
You woke up in a cold sweat and beathing rapidly – feeling your heart hammering in your chest you actually didn’t startle awake, just simply opened your eyes sitting up. You had fallen asleep on top of your bed so the dream that you couldn’t remember must have been intense because it felt like you ran a triathlon.
Frustrated you got up and walked down the steps to the ground level - you glanced over at the wall mounted plaque by the door, telling the time it was 4:08 am and the cabin wasn’t really hot but you felt like you were being smothered, you felt like you needed open air, now.
You walked outside via the back sliding door and walked down to the dock, you were only wearing a light black nightgown, shorts and shirt and you were barefoot, you found the air cool, crisp and the smell of the flora around you was instantly calming.
You lay down on the dock, you had been camping frequently as a young girl so laying on a hard wooden deck didn’t bother you at all, sighing you put your head in your arms and curled up slightly, simply breathing and listening to soft rhythmic sounds of nature.
Quickly without consciously realizing it you fell back asleep, exhaustion finally overriding your body’s need for physical comfort of a bed or to be out of the elements.
--- Shane’s Point of View ---
2017 – Ottowa {The Cottage}
I sat on the rock and watched Ilya stretch and swim around, it was a clear and lazy morning, I wanted to spend many mornings just like this.
“Why do you not swim with me?”
“It’s cold.” I pouted as I gently kicked some water at him. Giving me a look of mock annoyance he stood up in the water and folded his arms.
“Canada is cold, shouldn’t bother you.”
I laughed and didn’t rise to the bait, honestly I wanted to talk more to him about what I had confessed to last bight – about how I could feel the tension and seemingly painful restraint in him when we had sex, I wasn’t sure how to bring the topic up, or if this was even the time to, things were complicated enough and I wasn’t sure how much we could throw at each other.
Hearing a loon I glanced upward and scanning the wider view of the lake looking for it, my eyes caught something - I focused on the dock that wasn’t that far from us, I saw there was something lying on it that wasn’t there yesterday, it seemed so out of place. I was so focused on it that Ilya trying to get my attention seemed so off in the distance.
“Shane what are you looki…” Ilya stopped mid-sentence. “That’s a person lying outside.” The alarmed tone in his voice set my nerves on edge, it had shifted so suddenly.
“No way, why would a person be outside just laying on a dock randomly…” I started to rationalize.
“Hollander it’s someone… you know how to get there, car maybe?” I glanced down at his worried expression, looking back up I saw he was in fact right, that looked human shaped, shit were they okay?
“No, I…sorry…the roads are complicated, I haven’t really explored my area.” I looked around helplessly.
“Fuck…”
I watched as Ilya impulsively turn around and started to swim towards the dock, his powerful strokes making him move fast through the water.
“Rozanov…aw fuck.”
I knew him, I knew that he wouldn’t be swayed to come back no matter how I demanded, he tended to do what he wanted and not change the decision when he made up his mind about doing something impulsive, cursing I stood up and stripped off my shirt and dove into the icy water swimming after him.
--- Your Point of View ----
2017 – Ottowa {Cabin}
You were gently pulled out of your dreamless sleep – fully awake but keeping your eyes closed, you mentally took quick physical stock of your body, feeling a large wet hand gently shaking your shoulder.
Opening your eyes you sat up leaning on your arm, you came face to face with an man who was dripping wet, his hair had to be dirty blond and probably curly when dry, his eyes were an intense blue, he was handsome in the classic roman kind of way and clearly he hit the gym.
You were half wondering if you were having a dream or a hallucination when you heard splashing and turned your head to the side to see another man pulling himself up onto the dock, he had jet black hair and very dark eyes, you would guess he was half-Asian, he looked at you and you noticed the splattering of dark freckles across his nose and cheekbones, he also clearly frequented a gym and was alarmingly attractive as well.
The guy in front of you put his hand on your shoulder and you turned to look at him, his expression was worried as he gently put his hand on the side of your face almost as if to make you focus more on him, you were still disoriented and confused so you didn’t respond instantly.
“Are you hurt?” You were startled by the very audible Russian accent; you found that you still couldn’t answer and he looked you over closely as if searching for injury.
“Is she in shock?” The other man, seemingly Canadian questioned worried.
Honestly that was a fair question about now, what in the fucking twilight zone is going on this morning? Where on earth did they come from? Did they just spawn from the lake?
Getting control of yourself you grabbed the Russians hand that was on your cheek and gently pulled it away, his eyes went wide.
“I’m not in shock, and uninjured as far as I know, you both just startled me…uh, where did you come from exactly?” You questioned in measured and calm tone.