Heated Rivalry/The Long Game Oneshots

shane's silk (part 1)

June 24th, 2019 - 2 years together

It was so sweet - their second summer together. As a real couple. Or as real as it could get without peeping a word to the public, excluding the few friends or piers who had either been told, or unfortunately had to witness Shane and Ilya kissing... which oddly enough had happened twice in the past 10 years. They really do need to work on that. But thats not what mattered right now, or tomorrow, or for the 3 weeks together to come.

Shane's cottage was, of course, beautiful and well kept as always. But Ilya had a different feeling about it this time around, as if it had somehow gotten more precious since last summer. He really had missed this place, and if he did, he couldn't imagine how hard Shane had been yearning for the comfort of his special safe haven all season.

"Mmm, you should get new pillows." Ilya spoke mindlessly while sitting down anyway, looking for something to distract himself from pouncing on Shane. He would have to earn that first. They had already almost fucked in the car on the way here, and he wanted to keep Shane waiting as long as possible. "Well, is there anything wrong with them?" Shane replied, uninterested as he leaned on his kitchen counter, staring at his phone. "Yes. They are bleh. Perfect for you." Ilya commented, picking at a beige tassel on one decorative pillow centered neatly in the middle of the sofa. "And you can do better? Since when were you a home designer specialist?" Shane scoffed softly to himself, lifting his eyes up to glance at his boyfriend before turing around to look in the fridge, that he had already stocked before picking up Ilya from the airport. They always tried to make as little trips outside of the cottage during summer as possible. Less drama. More privacy. "I could do better. You can't even dress without a personal stylist or Rose, so obviously I'd succeed at this. Like I do everything else." Ilya dragged out that last part to try and rile up Shane. Actually, he didn't even have to try. He knew it would. He traced an small red embroidered Canadian leaf on the same pillow and rolled his eyes at the sight. The Canadian flag haunted him. Shane groaned, closing the fridge and tilting his head backwards to glare into Ilya's stupidly smug face, that Shane unfortunately had to admit to himself, in that moment, how handsome Ilya looked today. His curls were so refined and shiny, he let his stubs of facial hair grow a little further the past few months, and best of all, the light from his floor to ceiling window leading out to a view of the lake was hitting his eyes perfectly. Fuck, why was Ilya so hard to hate? A squeaky, begrudged "Shut up" was all Shane could manage to let out before he was across the room, laying in Ilya's lap, where he belonged. He needed this, and Ilya had just as much. Maybe more, considering how shit his life has been as of recent. "You're tanner." Shane pointed out softly, running a hand down Ilya's neck, prompting Ilya to kiss him. But Ilya was stubborn and wanted to piss off Shane a little more, because that's when they had the best sex. "Yes..." He murmured, acting like he was distracted by a thought. Shane was slightly annoyed, but persisted his subtle flirting. "Something on your mind?" Shane whispered under Ilya's ear, trailing a line of kisses downwards until he reached his shoulder, exposed by his tank top. "I'm thinking about this very hot man I saw at the airport earlier." Ilya said conversationaly. It wasn't entirely wrong, he had seen a man there, and it had been Shane. But he didn't need to tell him that. He wanted his fussy boyfriend, and he wasn't gonna get that by buttering him up. Shane scoffed and pulled back. "Seriously? I'm in your lap and you're thinking about other guys? Whatever." Shane huffed, about to get off his boyfriend before getting pulled back down by his wrists. "I was joking, Hollander." Ilya spoke in his condescending sweet voice he used to make fun of Shane. "Yeah, well it wasn't funny."

"I like seeing you jealous. Your cheeks puff out and your face scrunches up. It's cute." Ilya shrugged just to irritate Shane as much as possible. It was adorable, though. "It's not gonna be cute when I bash a bottle over your head one day." Shane leaned over Ilya's face playfully. "It might be. Depending on how hard you smash it." Ilya perked one eyebrow up, getting a giggle out of Shane and a head tilt. "Whatever. Kiss me." Ilya didn't wait anymore before pulling their lips onto one another's, letting their bodies slowly sink further down onto the couch where, at this point, Ilya had knocked the ugly pillows to the floor in front of the glass coffee table, so that there was room for more important things. Shane's hands slithered their way into Ilya's hair, tugging on a handful like you would whip a horse for it to go faster. Ilya got the message, but didn't comply. He still wanted to fuck with Shane before they got to the actual fucking. "Come on..." Shane murmured impatiently. It had been weeks since he had touched his boyfriend, he wasn't in the mood for this. Ilya eventually decided he wasn't either, because he was carrying Shane to their bedroom while Shane was nibbling his neck. "Hollander..." Ilya squeezed his eyes before pinning him against the wall, colliding their lips and chests. "Need... this... off..." Shane tugged on Ilya's shirt. Ilya already noticed his boyfriend getting hard against his chest, but didn't tease him like he would on a regular day.

- I don't feel like writing the smut so we're skipping to night -

"What do you have behind your back?" Shane chuckled while leaning against their headboard, reaching for his glasses. God, he looked beautiful. "Gift. For you." Ilya tilted Shane's chin upward with two fingers. "Is it something dumb?" He mumbled. Ilya pretended to think, then spoke. "No." Shane sighed and held out his hands for the little bag. "I think you're lying." Ilya dragged his hand on Shane's cheek. "Time will tell, Hollander. Open it."

Shane was hesitant as if there was a bomb inside, but he saw Ilya's excited eyes and caved. He reached his hand in and immediately was met with a comforting silk between his fingers. "Is this..." Shane's heart lept into his throat, slowly pulling out a silk nightgown and a matching lingerie set. He had never done something like this before, and he was sure Ilya hadn't either. Out of their almost decade of being together (depending on how you look at it), they had... never experimented like this. With toys, rarely, but cross-dressing? Never. Shane hadn't even thought about it - not more than twice in his life. "You want me to...?" Shane let it fall onto his lap, looking away to hide how mixed his feelings were and how he may or may not be turned on. "Yes. For me. Just once." Ilya whispered, sultry. "I'm not doing that." Shane huffed, his dick twitching as if to protest. Of course Ilya saw this and hummed. "You don't mean that." He dragged a hand on Shane's thigh. "If you don't like it, we won't do it again. Simple."

Shane didn't know how he felt. In one hand, it felt so different from who he was. Shane didn't present feminine, like, at all. He always though of himself as a "normal gay guy". He wasn't sure if that was homophobic, but it was true. He was far from stereotypical when it came to his looks. But on the other hand... he'd never explored what it could be like. To maybe see himself in a skirt or dress or panties... maybe not makeup though, he was definitely not into that. But the way this black silky set laid gracefully in his lap right now...

"Fine. Once!" Shane scoffed and clutched his fists to try and regulate himself. It only made it worse when he saw Ilya's pleased face. Fuck. Now he was definitely rock hard. He padded to the bathroom to put it on.