A Hollanov Valentine

FEBRUARY 14, ONTARIO

Sitting in his car on the way to Shane Hollander's cottage, Ilya Rozanov was anxiously tapping his steering wheel along to the rhythm of the song EoO by Bad Bunny. Having had now moved to Ottawa, Ilya was only 2 hours from Shane, making traveling between them much easier and quicker. It was Valentine's day, and Ilya knew there would be some fun to be had with his boyfriend once he arrived.

- TWO HOURS LATER -

Ilya arrives at The Cottage, a place Shane had built as a retreat away from the world, where he steps out of his car and has his bag in hand as he reaches the front door, but before he's able to even ring the bell, the door opens.

"You made it!"

An excited and familiar voice echoes through Ilyas head. Shane opens the door and swings his arms around Ilya, causing him to drop his bag as he pushes the freckle-faced boy into his home, lips pressed against each other before Ilya can even utter a word. After a few sloppy, rushed kisses, Ilya goes back out and grabs his bag before dropping it on the floor of the entrance way.

"You put up hearts?"

Ilya asks as he scans the room, seeing the red and black heart garlands on the windows, and the heart-shaped balloons lining the kitchen counter.
Shane smiles to himself and nods.

"I wanted to not seem boring, for once."
He claims, his head hanging low with a shy smile on his face, thinking of how silly he must look having had put so much effort into this day.

Without saying a word, Ilya places his hand on Shane's chin and lifts it so he's forced to look into Ilyas eyes.

"I love it."

Shane's shoulders relax upon hearing these words, before a soft and gentle kiss is placed on his lips by Ilya.

"You made it look...festive."

Shane could tell Ilya racked his brain for that word, it was sweet.

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After bringing Ilyas bag to their room, Shane turned to him to propose an idea he's had all morning.

"What if we had a picnic on the grass by the lake? I have a blanket we can lay down.. and I bought some fruit and snacks so..."

Shane couldn't tell what Ilya thought of the idea, as he was just staring at him - but he had a certain look in his eye, it made Shane feel like a deer caught in headlights.

Ilya walked towards Shane, cupping his face in his hand once he was only a few inches from him.

"You make me want to eat you."

Shane chuckled at the expression, he couldn't tell if Ilya meant it in a sexual way or if he was trying to directly translate a saying from Russian, but he loved the attention he was getting either way.

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They headed back towards the kitchen, Shane directing Ilya on where the blanket was while he grabbed the fruit from the fridge and the snacks from his cupboard. They walked out to a slightly shaded area of the grass, the rippling of the lake faintly behind them as Ilya laid out the blanket, and Shane placed down the food.

As they sat together eating their fruit, an idea came to Ilya. What if he was like 'Cupid' and fucked with Shane? He loved to mess with Shane to get a reaction from him, whether that be anger or desperation, it enthralled Ilya to see him flustered. And that's basically Cupid's job, right? To fuck with someone until they give in.

Ilya picked up a strawberry and held it out to Shane's lips.

"Open." he commanded

Shane complied, parting his lips and allowing for Ilya to push the strawberry halfway into his mouth, before biting down on it. Ilya was pleased, as always, by how quick to obey Shane was, so this should be fun.