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Shane Hollander was somebody that enjoyed his own company, he wasn’t some big name on campus or held much popularity, he had always been the type to sail under the radar.
He was a good student and studied hard, he majored in medicine, which was no easy subject, but he had the hopes to one day become a doctor. He was approaching his fourth year now and the work was starting to pile up.
Lecturers had always been fond of him due to his work ethic but to be honest, people his age, despite sharing classes with him for over three years likely didn’t know his name.
Being practically invisible never really bothered Shane, he was never interested in being liked or popular. He had a close-knit group of friends and that was enough for him.
He wasn’t quite a recluse, he did enjoy going out, even if he wasn’t much of a drinker. He kept himself active with the gym and various other forms of exercise. Shane took good care of himself outside of work and studying.
But he’d be lying if he was to say that his favourite part of the day wasn’t when he could close the door behind him, shut out the rest of the world and be by himself in his apartment. Alone time was precious to him with the amount of stress he was under due to schoolwork.
He had been living in his flat for a little over a year now, whilst most people his age opted for a house share or got themselves a roommate, Shane went for single accommodation.
It was a nice studio apartment outside the campus. Shane was thankful that he didn’t have to share his space, having already lived through the horror of messy roommates from previous years. He took pride in keeping his flat clean and tidy, everything was exactly how he liked it.
It was his own sanctuary. Somewhere he could just relax.
Shane’s neighbour had moved out a couple of weeks ago, she was an older lady named Marie. He’d always liked her, she was ever so warm and friendly, she’d often bring Shane baked goods that she had made.
Most of all, she was quiet. If Shane hadn’t of heard the occasional door close every now and then or listened to the shower turn on and off, he’d assume the flat was completely vacant.
The landlord had informed Shane of a new tenant due to move in within the next few days and he could only hope that they would be as peaceful as Marie.
Shane was due at work, he was part time as a bartender to draw in some money. It was on an early afternoon shift which he didn’t mind since it was usually not busy, although with the amount of schoolwork he had to do, he could’ve done without it.
As he left his apartment, he saw some cardboard moving boxes outside of Marie’s apartment, the door slightly ajar which was a tell tail sign that his new neighbour had arrived.
Shane was naturally curious, and he did debate lingering to introduce himself, that was the polite thing to do of course. But, once he heard multiple voices coming from inside the flat, he decided that maybe now was not the correct time.
One thing he did pick up on was that the voices did sound male, which gave a little bit more information regarding his mysterious new neighbour.
He wasn’t back home until around ten, by then all the boxes in the hallway had been moved. Shane was tired and ready to make something to eat before taking himself to bed. But, he was cooking, he smelt a waft of something unfamiliar.
Shane wasn’t an idiot, he knew what he was smelling was weed. It was an earthy, herbal scent that was wafting through the shared vent that he had with his next-door neighbour, infiltrating Shane’s flat.
He wrinkled his nose and continued to cook, the unwelcomed scent spreading though Shane’s apartment like a wildfire.
His next-door neighbour most likely wasn’t aware of the vent or at least, Shane was going to give them the benefit of the doubt. They had only just moved in.
However, he did think that it was at least common curtesy to smoke outside.
It didn’t stop there though because moments later, Shane could hear the thrum of bass vibrating from next door as music starting to blast behind the wall. It was awfully loud, enough so that it couldn’t have just been unawareness.
It was just rude. The walls were thin but not that thin.
Regardless, Shane knew that he didn’t have a right to be annoyed, at least not yet. His new neighbour was possibly just having a house-warming party and that wasn’t a crime. This was most likely just a one-time thing but, Shane would’ve at least appreciated a note or something.
By the time Shane was in bed, the smell of weed had dissipated but the music was prominent, if anything it had gotten louder from inside his bedroom. Shane couldn’t even hear other voices proving his house-warming theory.
It was like whoever was in there was listening to music on full blast at eleven p.m. alone, just to be a nuisance.
Shane knew he was being cranky, he hated his routine being disturbed and if it was daytime, he probably wouldn’t mind as much. But he just had so much on right now, between finals and work, he needed his sleep.
Yet here he was with a pillow over his head, wide awake listening to God knows who.
He managed to get himself into that awful stage of being on the verge of sleep but not quite there, the music was still thrumming off the walls and it didn’t sound as though it was stopping soon. Shane had to stop himself from checking his phone, but he had to guess it was around one am by this point.
He presumed this was a one-time thing. He couldn’t be the nightmare neighbour that complained after the first night, his neighbour only just moved in. He just had to get through the night.
At least that’s what he told himself, one week in with the music still blasting every evening.
Shane still hadn’t met his new neighbour, they must run on opposite schedules. He did think about going round and introducing himself, he thought maybe if his neighbour had a face to put with next door that they would be more considerate. But Shane hadn’t found the right time.
Shane’s biggest issue was that it wasn’t just the music anymore , it was accompanied with something else. Whoever his neighbours was fucks, a lot.
Shane was in his room when he first heard it, the sound of the headboard banging against his wall, it was something he never realised with Marie, but their bedrooms must have been opposite because Shane could hear, vividly.
Thump, thump, thump.
At first, Shane was a little naïve and figured maybe his neighbour was moving furniture around at ten o’clock at night.
But that was quickly cut short because it wasn’t just the banging of the headboard, minutes later he could hear a woman’s moans echoing around his own room.
‘Please, harder.’ He heard a girl cry out.
Shane winced and put on his headphones, it felt incredibly inappropriate to be listening in on something so intimate.
Whoever his neighbour was, their choice in partners were vocal. Shane heard both men and women from the other side of the wall, all full of praise for whoever this mystery person was.
But Shane certainly wasn’t singing anybody’s praises, in fact, he was coming to a boiling point. It was well over a week in, and his neighbour couldn’t have been that clueless to not know that the walls were thin.
From the constant sexual noises, the music and the smell of weed breaking into his apartment, Shane was close to breaking.
He woke up tired, sluggish. He struggled his way through classes and work, which was something completely abnormal for Shane who took pride in a constant routine that kept him well-rested and focused.
He needed to say something, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it, he had never been a confrontational person.
It was over two weeks in now and his neighbour wasn’t getting any quieter. Shane didn’t know how it was even possible to make so much noise from silly things like closing doors, but his neighbour somehow managed.
He started to know things that he certainly shouldn’t know about someone he had never met before. Shane knew that his neighbour had a regular hook-up on a Wednesday, her voice was becoming distinct through the walls.
The rest of the week was more of a free for all but, his neighbour must take himself out on Saturday’s because Shane doesn’t hear music in the early evening like usual but, in the dead of night, he’s awoken to the same banging and loud moans from various people that he’s become accustomed to.
Some nights, his neighbour just liked to smoke weed and listen to music, presumably alone.
Which is why Shane was once again, awake, with the smell of weed in his room and a pillow over his head.
He couldn’t take it much more, his eyes were tired, and his body felt sore from the constant amount of tossing and turning he had to do.
So, he decided tonight would be the night.
He got up from bed, bare feet hitting the floor as he went to sling on a white t-shirt, he already had a pair of shorts on. He felt a little nervous as he was putting on his shoes, racking his brain for what he wanted to say.
Shane being Shane, felt bad that he was about to disturb his neighbour that had kept him up for weeks now. But he knew that he couldn’t keep going on like this, he could barely function.
He was going to go round, tell his neighbour that they need to turn the music off and it will all be fine.
He slipped out of his apartment and stood outside his neighbour’s door, bracing himself. ‘Come on.’ He murmured to himself, feeling a little anxious. He could hear the music coming from the hallway.
Shane built up the courage to knock, he stood back and waited…and waited and waited.
He realised that his neighbour probably couldn’t hear because of the music. So, he knocked a second time, this one was a little louder than the first to hopefully draw attention.
Nobody opened immediately and Shane was already turning on his heels to retreat in defeat when suddenly the door swung open.
Shane was greeted by the thick sticky smell of weed and the most attractive man he had possibly ever seen in his life.
It was a male, like Shane had guessed. He was shirtless, showing off his sculpted body, broad chest and abs, sweatpants hung so low that Shane could see his v-line.
And those arms, his arms were so fucking big, full of muscle.
Shane felt himself clear his throat as he finally tore his eyes away from the shirtless body to look at the other man who was looking at Shane with a knowing smirk on his lips. Shane felt heat rise to his cheeks at the realisation he was caught staring.
The man looked rugged, messy tight blonde curls, playful blue eyes that were a little blood-shot, presumably from the weed. He had this cute mole on his cheek too, something that should be considered an imperfection but just fit the other so well.
He looked so manly and despite being similar in height, Shane was maybe even a hair taller, the other man dwarfed him in just sheer size.
Shane felt tiny under his gaze.
‘Can I help you?’ The neighbour drawled, he had an accent, of course he had an accent.
The mystery man had one arm up resting against the door, sizing Shane up.
‘Hi, yeah.’ Shane shook himself out of his head because holy shit, this guy was so hot. ‘I’m Shane.’ He introduced rather pathetically.
At first, the other didn’t speak, he was looking at Shane with an expression that was close to amusement.
‘Ilya.’ He finally spoke, holding out his hand. Shane took the others larger hand who shook it with a firm grip.
The tip of Shane’s ears were red, his neighbour, Ilya, was strong.
‘Are you okay?’ Ilya led the conversation because Shane was stood like an idiot having a gay panic, he almost forgot why he came here to begin with.
He managed to nod, feeling somewhat inadequate in front of this Adonis of a man.
‘I was just wondering if you could maybe… please could you turn your music down?’ It came out as more of a suggestion than a command. Shane mentally cursed himself for sounding so weak. ‘I live next door.’ He gestured towards his apartment. ‘It’s just, really loud.’
Shane was shrinking in on himself under the intense gaze of the other. He was cringing at his own words, and it didn’t help the way Ilya was looking at him as though he had just found a shiny new toy.
‘I can turn it down.’ Ilya replied simply, Shane felt his shoulders drop with a bit of relief, that was easier than expected. ‘Since you asked me so nicely.’ He added with a curl of his lips, eyes shamelessly raking over Shane’s body.
Shane’s mouth open and closed like a fish. He wasn’t completely sure, but it almost felt as though Ilya was flirting with him.
Maybe that was just wishful thinking.
He just knew that his face was beet red. ‘Oh.’ He sputtered, looking down towards the floor. Shane saw the moment when Ilya’s hand came down to adjust the waistband of his sweatpants, almost like he was purposefully toying with Shane.
Shane’s body felt on fire as he zeroed in on the large outline noticeable against the fabric of the sweatpants. It was more noticeable now Ilya had adjusted himself and he looked big.
Get it together, now.
‘Right, thank you.’ Shane’s eyes shot back up to avoid looking at Ilya’s crotch a second longer. He knew he was being weird and incredibly inappropriate but, his mouth felt dry, tongue heavy in his mouth.
‘Is no problem.’ Ilya responded, making no effort move or put an end to the conversation. It looked as though he was almost entertained by the pitiful sight in front of him.
Shane nodded his head, realising he needed to get out of here before he embarrassed himself any further. ‘I’m sorry for disturbing you.’ he squirmed, not quite sure how he was the one to end up apologising after Ilya had kept him up for weeks, but it felt like the correct thing to say.
He was causing a disturbance after all.
Maybe the overbearing smell of weed was doing something to his senses. That was the only explanation to explain this behaviour. Shane had never been the most sociable person, small talk wasn’t his strength. But he knew how to pass, he could hold a conversation.
Not tonight apparently.
Ilya bit the inside of his cheek, blue eyes watching the boy in front of him with mirth. ‘Goodnight, Shane.’ He purred, voice low and seductive, it was almost as though Ilya just knew.
Shane had never heard his name spoken so sensually before, Ilya’s accent curled perfectly around it. Shane hated himself for feeling weak in the fucking knees right now.
He told himself he was just tired, he hadn’t slept, and it was making him act weird.
‘Yeah, goodnight.’ He managed to respond, face unbearably hot. He didn’t miss the way Ilya’s eyes gave him one last glance over before he closed the door with a smug smile plastered on his stupidly attractive face.
Alone in the hallway, Shane let out a breath he didn’t even realise he was holding.
Ilya did keep his word, by the time Shane had gone back inside the music was turned off completely. He did feel a pang of guilt shoot through him but that very quickly subsided when his head hit the pillow, room filled with silence and his head daydreaming about his very attractive next-door neighbour.
The next morning, Shane felt refreshed for once. He slept through the night with no disturbances.
He managed to have a productive day, he went to his classes, studied, and went to work. It was a later shift which did mean it was busy but, he got a lot of tips out of it so he couldn’t really complain.
He didn’t get back in till around midnight, by that time he was exhausted and just wanted to sleep.
As he got out of the lift, he noticed a delivery driver outside of Ilya’s door. He must have ordered some food. He politely smiled and slipped past the man, fumbling in his pocket for his keys.
Shane felt his own stomach growl at the smell, feeling a little hungry himself.
He was still messing around with his keys when the door next to him swung open, Shane heard Ilya say thank you before his strong arms came out to take the bags filled with food.
Shane managed to open his door but right as he was about to step in, a head popped around the corner.
‘Shane.’ Ilya greeted, the delivery man was already walking towards the lift.
Shane needed to put himself to bed because the sight he was greeted with was fucking sinful.
Ilya was shirtless, again. A thin layer of sweat covered his body, curls messier than usual as though somebody had pulled on them. He was wearing sweatpants that looked as though they had been slung on in a hurry.
But Shane was mostly focused on the dark red blotches scattered down Ilya’s neck like some sort of claim. Fresh love-bites littering his perfect skin.
‘Hi.’ He managed to blurt out, suddenly finding the floor very interesting.
‘Have you been at work?’ Ilya asks, Shane wasn’t sure why Ilya was even bothering to ask him questions or take interest in him, but Shane nodded non the less. ‘Oh, yeah. I’m a bartender.’
He wanted to wince at how pathetic he sounded. Shane was more than just a bartender, he was going to be a doctor one day.
‘Cute.’ Ilya replied distantly, gazing at Shane’s black button up shirt that was done all the way up to the top, a little wrinkled from his shift.
Shane’s head snapped up at the compliment, he wasn’t even sure if he heard Ilya correctly.
‘Who are you talking to?’ A female voice snapped them both out of it. Shane watched as she stepped out behind Ilya to see whoever was disturbing her night.
The first thing Shane clocked was that she was gorgeous. Tall, skinny, long blonde hair that flowed effortlessly down. The second thing Shane noticed was her clothes or, lack thereof.
She was in a white tank top, tiny micro-shorts that accentuated her perfect figure and most strikingly, long white thigh-high socks that hugged her legs so beautifully.
She honestly could’ve been a model.
Shane wasn’t attracted to women, but he could appreciate a beautiful person and she was every straight man’s wet dream.
‘Oh, hi.’ She smiled to Shane, clearly less armed now she knew it wasn’t a threat to her position.
Shane could’ve never been a threat compared to somebody like her.
‘Hi.’ Shane shyly responded, he didn’t want to be disrespectful and stare at her when she had close to nothing on.
‘This is my neighbour.’ Ilya vaguely introduced, but his eyes didn’t leave Shane once, not even with the attractive woman hanging off his side.
Shane felt as though he was intruding even in front of his own flat.
‘Yeah, well…I should go...’ He awkwardly gestured towards his apartment with a tight smile on his lips. ‘Enjoy your food.’ He added weakly before he scurried inside and closed his door before either of them could say anything else.
He spent that night listening to the two be intimate, even though by the look of Ilya they had already had a few rounds whilst Shane was at work.
It felt different now that Shane had a face to put to the noise.
She was just as vocal as Ilya’s other partners and by the sounds of it, Ilya was no gentle lover. The headboard was rocking into Shane’s wall with force, creating a loud thump on every impact.
He could hear her pretty feminine moans echo through his walls, her pleads and praises.
Previously when this happened, Shane would put on his headphones. Tonight, he just listened.
He felt disgusting as his own cock started to harden in his shorts as he listened to the couple have sex. He focused on the woman and how perfectly submissive she sounded under Ilya.
Shane wasn’t a small man, he was built and full of muscle. But, he found himself picturing himself in her shoes, trapped underneath Ilya’s strong body, his moans sounding out from around the flat as Ilya took him.
It felt dirty and wrong as he reached into his shorts and wrapped a hand around himself, a soft whimper escaping his lips at the contact.
He listened to how she begged, her voice sounded so light and airy.
‘Please.’ She moaned out, Shane envisioned her head thrown back onto the pillow.
Shane started to move his hand, slowly stroking his cock. His body was on fire, his brain screaming at him to stop, telling him how wrong this was.
But Shane was past the point of no return.
‘Please.’ He said quietly to himself, repeating her words. It didn’t sound right, it didn’t sound as beautiful coming from his lips.
It wouldn’t be enough for Ilya.
The noises got louder, spurring Shane on. He had pulled his shorts all the way down by now, shirt slightly risen to expose his stomach.
He pictured Ilya’s strong hand holding him down, taking him however he pleased. He started to move his hand quicker as his cock throbbed in his hands, he was so turned on and embarrassed that he felt delirious.
A loud slap struck across the room suddenly, followed by another moan, Shane needed to know where Ilya had slapped her. Maybe her ass or her face. Shane pictured it was his face.
He turned his cheek into his pillow, almost like he had just been slapped himself. His lips were parted, eyes squeezed shut as he continued to envision himself in the woman’s position.
‘Ilya.’ He heard her exclaim, the name rolled so perfectly from her tongue.
Shane squeezed his hand around himself, heat beginning to bubble in his lower stomach. ‘Ilya.’ He whimpered back, his voice cracking at the sheer intensity of it all.
The name sounded foreign on his tongue at first, his brain was sluggish and falling behind.
He knew he should stop, whatever this was had to be a complete invasion of privacy. But he just couldn’t, he felt sick with pure unfiltered want for the man on the other side of the wall.
Ilya was never as loud as his partners, Shane wished he could hear the other man too. Every now and then he could hear a deep rumble of Ilya saying something, but it was always too quiet for Shane to decipher.
A thrill zapped down Shane’s spine as he pictured himself completely gone underneath Ilya who would remain so composed, so mean.
He wanted Ilya to be mean.
‘Ilya.’ He tried again, the name came out breathlessly as he brought himself closer to the edge.
Shane started to roll his hips upwards to meet his strokes, it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t Ilya but he knew this would be the closest he was ever going to get to being intimate with the other man.
The thumping of the headboard sounded obscene, and her noises were only getting louder. It sounded as though Ilya was fucking her with insatiable stamina, driving the bed into Shane’s wall carelessly.
He wondered if Ilya knew, if he had worked out that if Shane could hear the music, he could certainly hear this.
Maybe he wanted Shane to hear. To make him listen, to cruelly let him have a taste of something he would never be good enough to have.
Shane was getting close, the warmth has spread across his entire body. He was letting out gentle moans into his pillow, his hand gliding against his cock with languid strokes.
‘Please, please.’ He whimpered, feeling desperate with his face scrunched up in pleasure. He wondered if Ilya would let him cum right away or if he would refuse to let him until he was a sniffling mess.
He hoped it was the latter.
The woman’s moans were bouncing off his walls, Shane felt so turned on yet so fucking jealous it was almost unbearable.
‘You’re so big.’ Her voice rang out, encouraging Shane’s imagination. He knew Ilya was a respectable size from seeing the outline against his sweatpants but to hear it verbalised was something completely different.
Shane wanted him in his mouth, he wanted to feel the weight of Ilya on his tongue. Without thinking, Shane put two digits into his mouth, suckling down slightly to get his fill.
It wasn’t the same, but it would have to do.
He whimpered around his fingers and his hand worked against his cock. He was drawing himself closer to the edge with each stroke, the wrongness of it all turning him on even more.
‘Oh shit.’ His voice was muffled with the two fingers in his mouth, saliva coating the digits as he was close to drooling with the sheer thought of having Ilya to himself.
Just at the brink of his orgasm, Shane heard the one thing that pushed him over the edge entirely.
‘Good girl.’ Ilya grunted, it was so faint, but Shane heard every fucking syllable. Another slap was heard, and Shane was gone.
He came with a gentle cry of Ilya’s name, fingers in his mouth and still stroking his cock to milk himself of every last drop. It splattered on his hands and stomach, a messy reminder of what he had just done.
The second he came down from his high, shame wrapped around his body like a suffocating blanket. He felt so dirty, so wrong. He was covered in his own cum from listening to his next-door neighbour have sex.
What’s worse is that Shane liked it.
He winced at himself, fingers popping from his wet lips. He could still hear them, but it was drowned out from the ringing in Shane’s ears.
He laid there, slightly panicked and moreover, disgusted with himself.
He managed to get himself out of bed to shower, almost as though he was washing away a crime scene, but it didn’t help, even when he stepped out, he still felt just as dirty.
The couple had stopped by the time Shane was out. He was laid in his bed, frozen, just staring at the ceiling in despair.
He eventually heard the front door close. One thing he realised was that Ilya’s guests never spent the night. Shane let out a quiet sigh to himself, his breathing still shaky in the aftermath.
Shane was awkward enough around Ilya. But now he wasn’t even sure if he would be able to look him in the eye.
The next few days thankfully there were no run ins. Shane would hurry past Ilya’s door every time he had to go to the lift.
Ilya must’ve been busy because he hadn’t had anybody round in a few days. Shane’s flat would still stink of weed every evening when Ilya would smoke but he honestly found himself embracing the scent, he had a little bit of Ilya.
Ever since that night, Shane hadn’t been able to shake the feeling of shame. It followed him everywhere but still, he couldn’t help but find himself every evening with a hand wrapped around his cock chasing that same feeling.
It wasn’t enough, sometimes Shane wouldn’t even be able to make himself cum. He’d lay there for ages desperately trying to feel what he did that night, but it just wasn’t the same.
He thought back to the girl, her pretty hair, how petite she looked beside Ilya, how good they looked together.
Then he thought back to her outfit. Specifically, those thigh-high socks that looked so beautiful.
Shane wanted to feel beautiful too.
He was almost on autopilot as he searched the internet, looking for similar socks.
On a lingerie site, he found a pair that looked pretty, plain white and long. They ran extra-large too which is what Shane would’ve needed since they were women’s sizing.
Without thinking it through, he added it to the basket. But just before he went to check out, something else caught his eye.
Red lace panties, that left nothing to the imagination. They had a cute bow on the front too, completing the look. Shane had always liked the colour red, he thought it paired well with his skin-tone.
They looked so lovely on the model, hugging her curves perfectly.
Shane added them in too and clicked purchase.
He told himself it was nothing to freak out over, he was just exploring something new. It certainly didn’t have anything to do with Ilya and that girl.
The next few days went better, final season was ramping up, so Shane was keeping himself busy. If he wasn’t at work, he was on campus studying.
He wouldn’t get back home until late most nights since he had decided to take on a few more late-night shifts at the bar for some extra money.
By the time he got home, he had to guess that Ilya was asleep because most nights, Shane didn’t hear a thing.
As tired as he was between work and school, Shane was thankful that Ilya had kept his word with the music so he could at least come back to a quiet flat.
It was around two in the morning when Shane got home, it was a Friday and he had been on his feet all day, but he was grateful that he had the weekend to decompress.
His plan was to throw on some pyjama’s and go straight to bed. But that was interrupted when he heard a knock at his door. He checked his phone with a slight frown, unsure who could possibly be knocking at this hour.
When he didn’t answer after a few moments, there was a second knock.
Shane went to the door and reluctantly opened it to reveal Ilya of all people.
Ilya with Shane’s package in his hands.
‘I think this is yours.’ He said simply, holding out the parcel that contained Shane’s dirty secret. ‘You weren’t in, so they left it with me.’
Shane eyes were focused on the parcel like he was trying to blow it up with his mind.
Thankfully, it was in very discreet packaging so there was no way Ilya would be able to tell the contents.
Shane took the parcel from Ilya’s hold, feeling a jolt of adrenaline as their fingers brushed. Ilya stood ever so composed, completely unaware of Shane’s mental turmoil.
‘Thanks.’ Shane managed to smile, holding the parcel so close to his chest in a tight grip. He could feel himself beginning to sweat. ‘Sorry about that.’
Ilya brushed him off. ‘It’s not a problem.’ He hummed back, watching Shane shrink in on himself. ‘New clothes?’
‘What?’ Shane shot back defensively before a deep blush overtook his face. There was no way Ilya knew what was inside but in Shane’s mind, this man had x-ray vision.
Ilya looked towards the parcel slightly suspiciously. ‘Your parcel, is it new clothes?’ He clarified with a small grin, Shane cursed himself at the realisation Ilya was making small talk.
‘Oh.’ Shane looked towards the parcel and then back to Ilya with red ears. ‘Yeah, just some shirts.’
Ilya didn’t comment on the fact that the package wasn’t big enough to contain shirts, but his gaze indicated that he knew Shane was lying.
‘Nice.’ Ilya replied coolly, still lingering in Shane’s doorway. His presence was overwhelming, especially after what Shane had done.
‘You’re up late.’ Shane commented, mentally cringing at his words but he needed to steer the conversation away from his parcel somehow. He watched Ilya shrug. ‘I couldn’t sleep.’
Shane nodded along, biting down on his bottom lip to calm his nerves. ‘Well…thank you.’ He replied politely, deciding that for his own sanity that he needed to shut this conversation down.
‘You thank me a lot.’ Ilya observes with a small smirk daring to grace his perfect features. His eyes looked almost dangerous, like Shane was walking into some sort of trap.
‘Oh, yeah, sorry.’ Shane weakly responded, a little unsure as to how he was supposed to reply. His entire body was warm, shirt beginning to cling uncomfortably to his skin.
‘You apologise a lot too.’ Ilya added, his tone of voice almost edged on the verge of a taunt.
Shane cleared his throat, gaze focusing on the floor because even looking at Ilya was too much right now. It was like he was inside Shane’s head, reading every single sinful thought.
‘It’s okay.’ Ilya drawled on, voice like syrup in Shane’s ear almost as though he could sense the nervousness. Shane looked like a frightened deer and Ilya was the predator. ‘I like it.’
Shane let out a soft, shaky breath in front of Ilya, a sign of weakness, letting the man know how much this was affecting him.
They were stood close, almost toe to toe.
‘I look forward to seeing you in your new clothes.’ Ilya relented, having done enough damage to the boy in front of him.
Shane didn’t even manage to say goodbye as Ilya was already walking back to his apartment, leaving Shane stood with his door wide open like an idiot.
When he heard Ilya’s door close, he put his head to his own door in despair. He wasn’t sure what mind games Ilya was trying to play but whatever they were, they were working.
Too well.
Once he pulled himself together again, Shane closed his door threw the stupid parcel onto his couch, he could deal with it another day.
After their two-a.m. run in, Shane seemed to see Ilya more. It would only be in passing, either Shane was going to work, or Ilya was off to the gym, but every encounter ended with Shane a blushing mess.
Through small talk he learnt that Ilya was a personal trainer. He offered online classes which explained why he was home so often but also three-days a week he would do one-on-one sessions with clients.
It explained why he was so built.
He was two years older than Shane and skipped college, saying it was never something that interested him.
Ilya seemed to do quite well for himself so clearly, he made the right decision.
Shane found it almost scary how seen he felt with Ilya, he had gone his entire life simply blending in, almost invisible. But Ilya always took such interest in Shane, always striking up a conversation even if it was mundane.
He was most likely just being polite, but Shane’s brain couldn’t quite see the line between friendliness and flirting which didn’t help his ever-growing crush on the other.
Ilya still had plenty of partners warm his bed and each time, Shane would listen in from the other side of the wall, growing more and more envious each time that it wasn’t him.
Every time, he would cum. But Shane had almost started to welcome the instant feeling of shame that would course through his body.
It was a Saturday afternoon when Shane decided it was time to finally open his package. Almost a week after Ilya had handed it to him. He felt an underlying sense of nervousness and anticipation mixed into one.
Most of all, he was frightened that he was going to like it.
He reminded himself that this was for his eyes only, his dirty little secret that was safe inside the four walls of his bedroom.
He opened the package carefully, sat crisscross on his bed. He pulled the socks out first, fingers gliding against the soft cotton material. They felt nice to touch.
Next, he pulled out the panties, unwrapping them from their cover to reveal the pretty lace. He rubbed the material between his fingers, it was slightly alien to him, but he didn’t mind it.
He was too struck at how nice they looked.
He felt like a million eyes were on him as he stood to strip down his lower half, standing in front of his full-length mirror.
He let out a bated breath as his boxers came down first, revealing his soft cock.
Shane didn’t look at himself in the mirror all that often, only really at the gym to look at his form. But he had to give himself some credit because he was proud of the body that looked back at him.
Like they were fragile cargo, Shane slid the panties on, carefully gliding up his strong legs. His eyes didn’t leave the mirror as he adjusted himself until they were fully on, hands dropping to his sides.
His lips were parted with something akin to amazement. The panties looked good, they accentuated his ass perfectly, hugging his waist.
They were a little snug around his crotch area being women’s panties but if anything, it amplified them, his cock pressed proudly against the lacy fabric.
Shane felt pretty.
Encouraged, he grabbed the socks. He slid them both up his legs, resting them just above the knees the same way the woman with Ilya had them, so they were clinging to his thighs.
He welcomed the soft fabric against his skin, a nice contrast to the harsher lace. Then, he simply stood back and looked.
He looked at the way the clothing fit his body, wrapping around every curve and muscle. It was different compared to the girl, his body wasn’t shaped the same way of course, but Shane didn’t mind it, he still looked strong and manly, but it was contrasted with the pretty feminine clothing, almost giving him a bit of an androgenous look.
For once, Shane thought he looked rather beautiful.
He gave himself another once over with a gentle curl of his lips, eyes tenderly watching himself with a little bit of awe. His hand came down to play with the hem of the lacy pants once more, getting used to the texture on his skin.
He was nowhere near to being tiny or petite like the woman Ilya had over and in the back of his mind there was a nagging thought that the clothing looked better on her, at least Ilya would think so.
But Shane realised that Ilya wasn’t here to see this, it was for Shane’s eyes only.
So, he indulged himself for once.
He let his hand travel over his cock had he watched himself intently in the mirror, he liked the way his panties started to fill out as he got hard.
He gave himself a gentle squeeze, his breathing becoming shallow as he worked himself up.
Shane felt hot, sexy even. He wasn’t used to seeing himself this way.
He toyed with himself a little longer, he didn’t want to slip the panties down just yet. So, he continued to tease his cock slowly, letting it press against the lacy material with an airy breath.
Shane took his time, he felt in no rush as he stood proudly in front of the mirror. As he continued to watch himself, he realised that he almost looked confident like this.
His shoulders were rolled back, built chest puffed out. His strong muscles in his arms flexed as he touched himself over the lace. He barely recognised the man standing in front of him.
But he found himself liking the sight.
It was all going so well, Shane was on the verge of pulling his panties down when suddenly a loud alarm started to blare across his apartment.
The fire alarm.
Shane recoiled from himself like he had been shocked, eyes widening in panic. For a brief second, he prayed it was just a test, but the sound didn’t stop, ringing loud in his ears.
‘Fuck.’ He looked down at his lower clothes or lack thereof. He didn’t have time to get changed, if there was a real fire in the building he needed to go now.
There was a meeting point just outside of the flats in case of emergency’s so Shane would need to go outside. His mind raced as he quickly grabbed a pair of sweatpants to hide the evidence. He flung his shirt and his shoes on, managed to grab his phone, and left his apartment in a hurry.
The entire building was evacuating which let him know this wasn’t just a drill and once he got outside, he saw Ilya waiting there already with his phone out. But he slipped it away the second he noticed Shane.
‘Are you alright?’ Ilya asked, sounding almost concerned. Probably because it took Shane so long to come down and that his face was drained of all colour, overly aware of what he had on underneath his clothes.
‘Yeah.’ He managed a tight smile, opting to stand beside the other. ‘It wasn’t me.’ He clarified, referring to the potential fire.
‘No, it was thirty-two.’ Ilya hummed back, somehow already knowing the gossip. ‘Fork in microwave.’
Shane laughed, it sounded something of both disbelief and amazement at people’s stupidity ‘Really?’ He asked, shoulders somewhat relaxing.
Ilya nodded his head in confirmation with a small grin himself. ‘Really. It wasn’t a proper fire, we should be let back in soon.’
Shane nodded at the good news. He needed to get himself back inside so he could change out of these cursed clothes. He thought that maybe this was a sign from the universe that they were a bad idea.
But he did still like the feeling of the soft socks touching his skin.
‘Do you have work today?’ Ilya hums, making his usual small talk with Shane. Each time they did this he couldn’t help but wonder why Ilya was interested.
Shane shook his head. ‘No, not until tomorrow.’ He confirmed, staring ahead at the building. ‘You?’ He then asked Ilya, figuring it was only polite.
‘I had some classes online this morning.’ Ilya shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest. ‘But I’m free this afternoon.’
Shane nodded along. ‘Nice.’ He replied, not sure what else to say. From his peripheral, he could see Ilya looking at him as though he had more to say but nothing came.
They were let back in maybe half an hour later, the microwave was removed and there were no other fire risks in the building, so it was safe to go back inside. Ilya and Shane took the stairs together, it was nice, side by side. Probably the closest Shane would get to his crush.
As they both reached their apartments, Ilya’s door was already open whilst Shane was still feeling around in his pockets for his…
His fucking keys, that were still inside the flat.
‘Shit.’ He cursed under his breath, uselessly trying the door handle but it was to no avail. He had locked himself out.
‘Are you alright?’ Ilya asked, watching Shane try the doorhandle again. Shane finally relented and stepped back. ‘Yeah…no, I left my keys inside.’ He grimaced at his own stupidity.
He was so hung up on covering himself up that he completely forgot to grab arguably the most important thing.
‘You’ll need to call maintenance.’ Ilya hummed, giving a simple solution to Shane’s problem. But Shane was already overwhelmed, he saw it more as an obvious answer than something helpful. ‘I know.’ He shot back, tone a little defensive.
Ilya’s lips curled up at the tone, but Shane was quick to crumble, he was being rude. ‘I’m sorry-‘
‘No, no. You know best, hm?’ Ilya taunted him lightly, like he was testing the waters. ‘That’s why my door is open and yours is locked, I suppose.’
Shane let out a quiet scoff of defeat, head resting against his own door. He didn’t have time for this right now, but he couldn’t help but let Ilya’s quiet taunt seep deep into his skin.
‘Would you like to come in?’ Ilya’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts, taking his head from the door. ‘There’s no point standing in the hallway, you can ring them inside.’
Ilya was being reasonable, but Shane couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d be walking into the lion’s den.
‘Oh.’ Shane cleared his throat, glancing towards Ilya’s door. He did have a point, there was nowhere he could go and at least he could sit down rather than be stood for however long. ‘Yeah, that would be nice actually.’
Ilya nodded and stepped aside so Shane could walk in. Shane was hoping that his nervousness wasn’t too obvious as he found himself stepping over the threshold between the hallway and Ilya’s apartment.
The first thing he was met with was the smell of Ilya. It was everywhere, invading every sense. The delicious smell of weed, sandalwood, cedar. So masculine and heady.
It had his head spinning already.
The apartment was of similar lay-out to his, if not identical. But it was decorated differently, filled with more love than Shane’s which had always looked borderline clinical due to the amount of cleaning he did.
There were a few posters up on the walls from movies he presumed Ilya enjoyed, dumbbells on the floor amongst other gym equipment most likely for his work and most surprisingly, a few plants dotted around, adding a beautiful shade of green which contrasted the white walls.
It was nice, homely.
‘You can sit down.’ Ilya spoke from behind, closing the door. It was then Shane realised that he was stood frozen having an inner monologue with himself.
Shane felt a little bashful as he took a seat on Ilya’s couch. As he sat, he could feel the lace of his panties rise against his skin, reminding him of what he still had on underneath.
‘Do you want a drink or anything?’ Ilya was being so polite, so unaware of Shane’s inner turmoil. Shane shook his head with a light smile. ‘No, thank you.’
Ilya nodded and started to make something for himself. Shane got to work and pulled up the maintenance line, knowing he shouldn’t overstay his welcome as much as he wanted to.
The phone line rang and eventually Shane got through. His knee was bouncing as the man on the other end told him that they could be round within the next three hours. ‘Could you not come any sooner?’ Shane asked with a small frown, he didn’t have three hours.
Not when he was sat in Ilya’s apartment in panties and thigh-high socks.
The man on the other end apologised but let him know that was the earliest they could offer. The phone was then swiftly put down with a quick thank you followed by a sigh.
‘You okay?’ Ilya came to join him on the sofa with a beer in his hands.
Shane leant back into the couch in defeat. ‘They said up to three hours.’
‘Oh.’ Ilya replied, taking a quick swig of his drink. ‘That’s okay.’
Shane’s head turned to look at Ilya, even his side profile looked something sculpted by the Gods. ‘I can go sit in a café or something whilst I wait-‘
‘No.’ Ilya cut back in with the shake of his head, rejecting Shane’s proposition. ‘You can stay here.’
Shane felt his tummy do a flip at the definitive tone, like this was Ilya’s call to make. ‘I wouldn’t want to overstay.’ Shane weakly interjected but his voice tapered off as Ilya turned to look at him with an unreadable expression.
‘You can stay here, I don’t mind.’ There were a few seconds where the two just looked at each other, the room starting to close in around them.
Shane broke first, turning to look straight ahead with red cheeks. ‘Thank you.’
His time with Ilya started off as surprisingly normal, if you didn’t count what Shane was secretly wearing. The older man had turned on the TV, it was only some sitcom that deep down neither of them had any interest in watching but it was still nice.
Domestic, almost.
Ilya’s arm was resting over one side of the couch eyes on the screen and Shane found himself wanting to cuddle into his side, but he knew that would be more than inappropriate. Ilya was only being friendly letting him stay over.
Shane had seen Ilya’s type now and it certainly wasn’t him.
Discreetly, Shane’s eyes drifted over to Ilya’s exposed neck which were still sporting some faint bruises from God knows who. He felt envy prickle under his skin at the sight of them.
‘Do you like doing medicine?’ Ilya asked suddenly, ripping Shane out of his pit of jealousy. He watched as the other man took another long sip of his beer. ‘I do.’ Shane replied honestly, his body relaxing a little now they were onto a subject he was passionate about. ‘It makes me feel good…you know, making a difference.’
Shane then quickly realised he sounded a little stuck-up as he sat a little straighter. ‘Not that other jobs don’t make a difference-.’
‘Relax.’ Ilya’s full attention was on him now, weighing him up. ‘You always go back on yourself. What you do is interesting, more interesting than most jobs so own it.’
Shane managed a shy smile as he looked back to the TV. Looking at Ilya was too overwhelming right now, he felt as though every part of him was being analysed. ‘I have to graduate and get a job first.’ He lightly joked back but his body was tense.
‘You’ll get a job’ Ilya replied like it was obvious. ‘Maybe once your qualified you can fix my shoulder.’
Shane glanced back towards Ilya. ‘What’s wrong with your shoulder?’
Taking another gulp of beer, Ilya shrugged. ‘You tell me, doctor.’ He playfully retorted, eyes shining with mirth as Shane went a little red. ‘I twinged it a couple years back, it comes and goes but it gets very sore.’
‘Can I feel it?’ Shane asked curiously, he wasn’t really thinking. He had done a placement month alongside an orthopaedist not so long ago and he always did find it interesting.
Ilya’s eyes looked almost challenging, like he was daring Shane to stick to his word.
‘Sure.’ He drawled back, removing his arm from the back of the sofa to sit upright. It was only then that Shane realised he had full permission to touch Ilya. He almost went back on himself, but Ilya’s gaze was unrelenting. ‘I won’t bite.’
Shane let out a quiet scoff to hide the fact that his body was burning. He slowly moved forwards, so he was resting on his knees, adjacent to Ilya who was sat straight ahead but head turned towards Shane.
‘It’s this side?’ He asked, voice uncertain as his fingers ever so gently brushed over Ilya’s clothed shoulder. The other man let out a low hum of confirmation before he faced forwards again, so Shane had full access to his shoulder, giving silent permission to continue.
With that approval, Shane started to feel around the muscle, remembering his studies as he felt for an anomaly. He knew he hit the sore spot when Ilya let out a soft grunt.
‘Sorry.’ Shane apologised with a wince. He decided to take a softer approach as his hands started to work against the tense muscle, massaging it with his fingers. ‘It’s a repetitive stress injury.’ Shane observes, his voice quiet as he watched Ilya begin to relax under his touch, head tilted to the side to expose his pretty neck.
Shane wanted to mark Ilya up for himself.
Ilya didn’t respond as he let out a breathless sigh that sounded dangerously close to a moan as Shane continued to work his hand into the tight muscle. ‘Probably from not taking proper rest days after the gym. It’s called muscle tightness.’
Shane’s lips were parted, as he watched Ilya melt into the sofa with his eyes closed. ‘My whole job is the gym’ He murmured back, clearly not wanting Shane to stop.
So, Shane didn’t, he continued to massage the sore area.
‘You may just need to swap out some sets for something with less intensity. I’d guess this was caused by lifting too heavy overhead.’ He continued to acknowledge, his voice was distant.
By this point, he was close to leaning into Ilya’s side.
‘Fuck.’ Ilya breathed out, body sinking into the sofa. ‘That feels so good.’
Shane bit down on his lower lip, hard. He was fighting a losing battle as Ilya continued to let out low moans of encouragement. Shane was embarrassed at how easily his cock started to stir in interest.
He had always wanted to know what Ilya sounded like intimately and he was finally getting a taste.
Shane knew he should stop but he was too busy drinking in Ilya’s quiet noises of pleasure. His eyes were half-lidded, hands moving with muscle memory as he his breathing got heavier.
He wanted Ilya so badly he felt drunk.
Shane thought he was hallucinating when he suddenly felt a hand grip hold of his shirt, tugging him impossibly close as he fell into Ilya, his free hand resting on the other’s thigh to hold himself up.
He didn’t even realise that Ilya had turned to face him now, but as Shane lifted his head, he realised that Ilya’s pupils were blown wide staring directly at Shane with something close to hunger.
Shane let out a sigh, body feeling weak.
‘Why’d you stop?’ Ilya asked lowly, their faces were so close to touching. Shane’s hand was left stationary on Ilya’s shoulder, the other resting on his upper high.
‘I’m sorry.’ Shane said softly, he couldn’t help the way his gaze shifted towards Ilya’s lips.
He wanted to taste them, wanted to feel them pressed to his own.
‘Did I tell you to stop?’ Ilya asked, voice a low taunt. Shane found himself shaking his head, desperate eyes tracking Ilya’s lips pathetically. ‘No.’ He managed to respond, almost breathless.
He leaned in closer as those pretty lips curled cruelly.
‘Sweet little thing.’ Ilya cooed back, purposefully toying with Shane as he leant in even closer but not quite enough to close the distance. ‘Do you want me to kiss you, is that it?’
Shane’s face was red as he tried to chase Ilya’s lips, but the other man was unrelenting, every time Shane moved forward, Ilya would pull back further.
It was mean, designed to push Shane to his breaking point.
‘Please.’ Shane pleaded, he couldn’t bring himself to answer Ilya’s question. It was too degrading to ask for something as simple as a kiss.
Something that was usually so normal between two people, he had to ask for out loud.
His hand gripped Ilya’s thigh a little tighter, he felt like he was suffocating.
‘You beg pretty too.’ Ilya’s hand moved oh so slowly down Shane’s stomach, across his hardening crotch and then down between his thighs.
Then, in one fluid motion, he hooked a hand under Shane’s thigh and pulled him in, manoeuvring him with ease until he was straddling Ilya’s leg. ‘It’s a shame you’re too dumb to answer my question.’
Shane let out a soft gasp, his hands moving to wrap around Ilya’s neck as he placed his head down against the other man’s collarbone. His cock was starting to strain against the lace as Ilya’s degrading words seeped in deliciously.
‘I’m not-‘ Shane murmured against the broad body, his voice was muffled from his face in the fabric of Ilya’s shirt.
‘You’re not what?’ Ilya mocked, Shane heard him take another sip of his beer like this was just a casual Saturday afternoon.
Like Shane wasn’t writhing around in his lap.
‘You’re not dumb?’ Ilya continued to ridicule the already struggling man. Shane shook his head against Ilya, his body alive with pure want. ‘Look at me.’
Shane shook his head again in protest. He knew looking at Ilya would be too much, he’d break instantly, and he had already embarrassed himself.
Suddenly, a sharp sting shot through his scalp as his face was ripped away from Ilya’s chest. Shane’s eyes were glazed over, and he couldn’t help the soft moan as the pain coursed across his head.
Ilya’s eyes were dark, predatory. His hand didn’t move from the seering grip in Shane’s hair.
‘You’re not very good at following instructions, are you baby?’ Ilya tutted in faux disappointment. Shane couldn’t stop squirming, his hard cock pressing into Ilya’s thigh, there was no way the other man couldn’t feel it.
The pet name rolled off Ilya’s tongue so effortlessly, Shane wanted to be Ilya’s baby.
‘I’m sorry.’ Shane whispered back with a small frown, he wanted to be good, but it was so humiliating. Once again, he leaned in closer towards Ilya’s lips.
Ilya’s lips twitched upwards. For a fleeting second, Shane thought Ilya was going to finally kiss him but instead, he leaned his body forward with Shane in his grip to set his beer down on the table in front of them. Once down, he leaned back, looking so composed and casual. A mean contrast to Shane who was holding on by a thread.
Then Ilya started to very lightly bounce the knee that Shane was perched upon.
The airy moan that left Shane’s lips was involuntary at the change of friction against his cock.
‘So easy.’ Ilya purred, fingers gently carding through Shane’s sore scalp, the juxtaposition of Ilya’s words and his actions had Shane’s head spinning. ‘I’ve not even kissed you.’
Shane’s eyes were glazed as Ilya’s hand came down from his hair to grip his waist. His fingertips danced under the hem before brushing against Shane’s hot skin, toying with his prey.
‘Ilya.’ Shane begged softly, another hopeless attempt to get what he wanted without having to ask.
That familiar feeling of shame washed over him as he thought if any of Ilya’s previous partners had to plead for something as simple as a kiss from the other man.
‘It’s okay.’ Ilya cooed back, his tone was gentle, but his gaze was hard, cruel. ‘We’ll try again, hm?”
Shane hated the way he dumbly nodded along, hanging onto every last word.
‘You want to be good for me, don’t you sweetheart?’ Ilya continued to coax, voice warm and thick like sweet honey. Shane nodded again because he did want to be good, he wanted Ilya to tell him that he was good.
But to do that, he needed to give Ilya what he wanted.
‘Yes.’ Shane’s voice sounded distant in his own ears. ‘I want to be good.’
Ilya hummed in a small slither of approval. Even that was enough for Shane to blush impossibly deeper.
‘Are you going to answer me the next time I ask you a question? Ilya continued to test the limits of the boy in his lap. Shane at this point knew Ilya wanted him to be verbal.
As much as words felt too heavy right now, he nodded again. ‘Yes, I promise.’
The curl of Ilya’s lips was worth the humiliation.
Ilya tugged Shane closer, faces inches apart. Shane could smell the odd combination of mint and beer from Ilya’s breath.
He wanted to drown himself in the intoxicating smell.
‘Do you want me to kiss you?’ Ilya finally asked, gazing into Shane’s blown out pupils that were already focused on Ilya’s mouth as he spoke.
‘Yes.’ Shane finally admitted, his hands balled up into Ilya’s shirt. ‘Please kiss me.’
Ilya’s lips took on a devasting smirk, their lips ghosted each other’s. Then, the finishing blow.
‘Good boy.’
Shane moaned out as their lips met in a searing kiss filled with unfiltered lust. Ilya took the lead, large hands moving to grip Shane’s ass whilst he slipped his tongue into Shane’s mouth.
It was wet, slow and filthy.
Shane’s mouth opened wider for the intrusion, his own tongue gliding against Ilya’s to get a taste of the alcohol.
Their eyes were closed, lost in tasting each other.
Shane’s hands came up to card his fingers into Ilya’s soft curls, being able to feel Ilya squeeze his ass in encouragement.
A low hum vibrated from Ilya’s chest, clearly please as their mouths worked against each other.
Shane couldn’t help it as he gave an experimental roll of his hips down onto Ilya’s strong thigh. He was so hard it was almost painful, and the contact felt so good against him.
A soft whimper consumed by Ilya’s mouth left him as he greedily started to chase that feeling.
He continued to roll his hips down into Ilya, quiet moans continuing into the other’s mouth. Ilya was a good kisser, he worked his mouth with practice ease, like he had done this a hundred times.
Shane started to kiss back a little harder at the realisation Ilya had.
He let that jealousy spur him on as he rocked himself down onto Ilya, hands tightening into the curls possessively. Shane wanted Ilya to himself.
Ilya seemed to like it, the kiss moved on from something slow and languid and changed into something deeper, more desperate, and frantic.
Shane clung onto the late-night memories listening to Ilya bed other people, wishing it was him.
When the two finally pulled apart for air, Shane’s lips were slick with spit, eyes blown wide.
Then Ilya’s hand came up, dragging the spit across Shane’s cheek in a slow, degrading swipe. ‘Greedy boy,’ he taunted, watching as Shane kept moving against his thigh. ‘Haven’t I given you enough?’
Shane let out a soft breathless moan, he was being greedy, he wanted so much more.
‘Please’ He begged back gently, hoping Ilya would understand what he wanted.
Ilya understood perfectly, but he wasn’t feeling particularly nice.
‘Please what, sweetheart?’ Ilya bit back, grabbing Shane’s waist in a strong hold to stop his pathetic movements. ‘Come on, Shane. Use your words, I can’t read your mind.’ There was no softness in his tone despite the term of endearment.
It was just steady, unrelenting control. His touch even more so.
Shane shook his head, trying to chase the friction again but Ilya’s grip was unyielding. ‘Next time I have to ask you, I’m not going to be so nice.’ Ilya warned. ‘So, tell me what you want.’
Shane very almost wanted to push his luck, he wanted to see what Ilya would have done had he refused but, it was overpowered with the desire to please Ilya, to be nothing but good for him.
‘Touch me.’ Shane broke, his eyes were completely glassed over as what little left of his self-respect shattered in Ilya’s hold. ‘Please, touch me.’
‘There we go.’ Ilya purred, the ironclad grip relenting to give Shane more freedom to move again. ‘Was that so hard?’
Shane wasted no time, rolling his hips down once more as his hard cock pressed against Ilya. His entire body was alight, heat pooling in his lower stomach as he continued to use Ilya’s thigh to get himself off.
‘Fuck.’ He moaned, slumping his face into Ilya’s neck. ‘Thank you, thank you, Ilya.’ He babbled deliriously, the relentless teasing was making him feel dizzy.
He felt Ilya’s lips press against his head so gently, almost affectionately. The shift gave Shane whiplash compared to Ilya’s earlier taunts.
Shane should’ve known better to think it would last for long.
‘I’m going to have so much fun.’ Ilya drawled into his hair, his voice was low, coaxing Shane into a false sense of security.
Shane continued to roll his hips down. ‘With what?’ He murmured, his eyes were rolled back, voice muffled between Ilya’s skin.
He shivered when Ilya’s hands travelled under his shirt, fingertips gracing against his spine.
‘Breaking you.’ Ilya replied with a cruel grin as he planted another kiss to the top of Shane’s head. ‘Fucking you.’ He continued to drawl on, the soft dance of his fingertips replaced by his nails dragging up Shane’s back.
Shane arched into the touch with a soft whine.
‘You’re already so gone, aren’t you baby? Just from humping my thigh.’ Ilya’s nose buried into Shane’s hair with a soft inhale. ‘You could cum just from this, couldn’t you?’
Shane nodded obediently, like a dog obeying their master.
‘I thought so.’ Ilya cooed, for once he wasn’t pressing Shane for a verbal response.
The warmth in Shane’s lower belly spreading as he continued to grind down, his cheeks were hot with delicious humiliation.
‘Maybe you’re not ready to take my cock.’ He hummed in contemplation, goosebumps raised on Shane’s arms as Ilya continued to drag his nails across the soft skin. ‘It might be too much for you.’
Shane found himself shaking his head quickly in protest, he was ready, he had never felt more ready for anything in his life.
‘No?’ He teased, just wanting to rile Shane up more. ‘Do you disagree?’
Shane nodded his head, he was close to drooling on Ilya’s shirt. ‘I can take it.’ He managed to find his voice, burying himself deeper into Ilya’s neck. ‘Want it, so much.’
As if to prove a point, Shane’s hand came down to brush against Ilya’s clothed cock. He was so lost in his own pleasure that he didn’t realise how hard Ilya was too.
Shane wasn’t the only one affected by this.
Ilya felt so big even covered up and Shane just couldn’t stop touching.
‘Fuck’ Ilya cursed to himself with gritted teeth, a small crack in his composure as Shane continued to play with his cock, curiously trailing every detail with his hand like he was committing it to memory.
It seemed Shane had pushed Ilya just far enough because before he knew it, he was being manhandled down onto the couch, his back hitting the soft cushions as Ilya hovered over him.
The first thing Shane noticed was how strong Ilya looked. His arms were so big, muscles flexing as he held himself up.
Shane had never considered himself petite, but he felt so small under Ilya.
‘Take this off.’ Ilya demanded, tugging on the hem of Shane’s shirt. In a desperate motion to obey, Shane grabbed the bottom of his shirt and tugged it over his head, tossing it down to the floor beside them.
Shane felt so exposed under Ilya’s gaze, but he didn’t have time to cover himself up because Ilya’s lips were already latching onto his nipple with a low hum.
His tongue flicked against the sensitive nub as Shane let out a moan, his hips involuntarily bucking up.
‘Such pretty noises.’ Ilya purred, sucking down on Shane’s nipple as he squirmed underneath the stronger man.
Ilya continued to tease Shane with his tongue, switching his attention to the other nipple as Shane’s hands gripped Ilya’s hair desperately. ‘Ilya.’ He breathed, losing focus.
Ilya ignored the plea and trailed his lips up towards just underneath Shane’s collarbone, his tongue flicking against the soft skin. Then, he sucked down, hard.
A mixture of both pain and pleasured coursed through Shane as Ilya marked him with his mouth, ever so slightly nibbling the spot as if to make sure it left a bruise.
The bite was just low enough to be hidden beneath Shane’s shirt, but it still left him dizzy with the knowledge that Ilya had marked him. Like a temporary brand that he never wanted to fade.
‘Shit.’ Shane moaned as Ilya soothed the fresh mark with his tongue.
Ilya pulled back to look at his handy work with a light smirk. ‘Much better.’ He teased before diving back in to capture Shane’s lips with his.
The kiss was frantic, teeth clashing and filled with desperation. Shane’s hands were tangled in Ilya’s curls, gripping tight, whilst Ilya held him possessively down at the waist. They were lost in each other, both wanting more.
Then, Ilya’s hands started to move. Lower and lower until his fingers hooked under Shane’s sweatpants.
‘Wait.’ Shane suddenly panicked, ripping back from the kiss. He got so lost in the moment that he almost forgot about what he had hiding underneath.
Ilya pulled away respectfully, looking at Shane with an air of concern. ‘Are you okay?’
Alarm bells were ringing in Shane’s head as he searched for an excuse. ‘Yeah, I just…’
Shane’s body was searing hot.
‘Why don’t I just suck you off or something?’ Shane visibly winced at his vulgar words, but it was all he could think of in the moment.
Ilya clearly wasn’t buying it. ‘No.’ He shook his head, thinking maybe Shane was just nervous. ‘Let me make you feel good.’ He added, tone softer this time, in an attempt to soothe but Shane was already turning his head away as Ilya leaned in for another kiss.
‘You can’t.’ Shane dismissed, refusing to even look at Ilya right now.
Shane was angry at himself, he finally had everything he wanted right on top of him, and he was blowing it all because he decided to play fucking dress-up.
‘Shane.’ Ilya tried again, dropping character completely. ‘What’s wrong, was I too much?’
Hearing Ilya second-guess himself made Shane’s stomach drop with guilt. Everything Ilya had done was perfect, more than he ever would’ve been brave enough to ask for. Hearing the other man’s voice laced with something close to vulnerability only made him feel worse.
He was screwing everything up.
‘No.’ Shane was quick to assure, Ilya seemed to relax a little. ‘I’m just…’
Shane almost choked on his words, but Ilya waited, so patiently.
‘I’m wearing something.’ He finally blurted out, he couldn’t stand the silence. His cheeks flamed red as Ilya watched him with his eyebrows pinched. ‘You’re wearing something?’ He repeated back slowly.
Shane managed to nod. ‘Yes.’
‘What are you wearing?’ Ilya asks curiously, eyes flickering down to Shane’s sweatpants.
Shane wanted the ground to swallow him as he shook his head again. ‘Nothing.’ He quickly dismissed, eyes looking everywhere but at Ilya. ‘It’s embarrassing.’
‘Sweetheart.’ Ilya cooed, Shane hated the way his body melted to the name. ‘I don’t care what you’re wearing.’
Ilya probably thought Shane had a pair of unflattering boxers on or something.
‘Come on, show me.’ He pried, fingers rubbing soothing circles on Shane’s waist. He watched as the boy beneath him continued to panic.
‘Ilya I-‘ Shane cleared his throat, but he just couldn’t relax. ‘You’re going to laugh at me.’ He could picture Ilya’s face now, seeing Shane dressed up to mimic one of his hook-ups.
He’d be disgusted, not to mention freaked out.
‘I won’t laugh.’ Ilya promised, his voice was filled with certainty. He was treating Shane with so much care, like he was a porcelain doll that was close to breaking beneath him.
Shane let out a shaky breath, his eyes fluttering shut in acceptance. He had already blown his chances with Ilya so he might as well just land the finishing punch. He nodded.
Silent approval to put an end to his suffering.
‘Can I?’ Ilya still asked, hands resting on Shane’s waistline but not pushing any further. Shane just nodded in defeat and in a bated breath. ‘Yes.’
He kept his eyes closed as he felt Ilya’s fingers hook under his sweatpants, Shane felt like he couldn’t breathe.
‘You’re okay, baby.’ Ilya calmed, Shane hung onto those sugar sweet words since it would be the last time Ilya spoke to him that way.
After this, he’d be a joke.
Ilya then started to slowly pull down the sweatpants, Shane heard the exact moment the other man first caught a glimpse of Shane’s secret when he inhaled sharply. He could feel that fabric was resting just below his crotch, the lace would be perfectly on display.
The apology was already on the tip of his tongue, but Ilya didn’t stop, revealing more and more of Shane’s pathetic frame.
He felt as though Ilya was stripping away his dignity along with his clothes.
The silence was unbearable, choking Shane out. He kept his eyes squeezed shut as Ilya finally discarded the sweatpants altogether.
Shane heard them hit the floor and then…nothing.
Ilya said nothing.
Panic started to rise in Shane’s chest, his eyes starting to sting. ‘I’m so sorry.’ He whispered, voice cracking as Ilya remained still.
Shane was seconds away from ripping himself away from the other man, grabbing his clothes and bolting. He had never felt this exposed, completely vulnerable under Ilya.
He almost flinched when Ilya’s fingertips brushed the top of his sock. Then, he felt them being gently tugged back up over his knee. It was as though Ilya was carefully fixing them back into place.
He did one and then the other, completely silent so Shane couldn’t gauge his reaction, but the movements felt so tender.
It was so gentle that Shane opened his eyes with a nervous frown, he was so scared that he felt sick. Frantic eyes looked at Ilya, only to find him sat back on his heels, staring silently at Shane’s lower half.
Ilya’s jaw was tight, like he was holding himself back from doing something reckless. His pupils were blown wide, and his fingers continued to absently feel the material of the socks, as if he couldn’t quite believe the sight.
Shane’s hand started to come down to cover his crotch, he thought he should at least try to protect his modesty as his cock pushed against the lace.
‘Don’t you fucking dare.’ Ilya threatened, finally breaking the silent treatment but he still didn’t move his gaze away from Shane’s lower half. Shane stilled immediately at the quiet warning, his body flushed as he laid frozen, like a deer in the headlights.
‘Ilya-I’m so sorry.’ He choked back, Shane hadn’t realised but he was that humiliated that tears were starting to well up in his eyes.
‘Stand up.’ Ilya retreated from his body, waiting for Shane to obey.
‘What?’ Shane frowned, he had the freedom to move a little further up the couch so he could sit up a little more. ‘Ilya-‘ He tried to reason, laying underneath him was embarrassing enough.
‘Stand up, now.’ Ilya cut him off, voice so low as he made it clear that he wasn’t going to repeat himself again.
Shane felt so tiny under the excruciating attention.
Scrambling to his feet, Shane got up from the couch entirely. His legs felt weak as he forced himself to obey the other.
Ilya moved so he was sat upright, strong thighs parted like a king sat on his throne. It was laughable compared to Shane’s shaking form as he stood between Ilya’s legs.
A single tear slipped down Shane’s cheek as he continued to tremble.
It felt different from watching himself in the mirror, alone in his room. The confidence he had felt was completely stripped.
Shane knew he didn’t look like the pretty girl that hung off Ilya’s arm. His muscle’s bulged, strong calves hugging the socks. He didn’t fill out the panties the same way a woman would, his cock was straining through, and he didn’t have the beautiful curves to accentuate the lace.
He was sure Ilya was only doing this to mess with him.
Shane was so aware of every single imperfection that he glazed over when he was by himself, it was different when this was for his eyes only. Nobody was supposed to know.
In one silent motion, gaze focused. Ilya circled a finger into the air.
He wanted Shane to turn.
‘Ilya.’ He pleaded, he felt as though he was a clown in a circus. ‘Please.’ He trembled, another tear threatening to spill from his eyes.
He needed Ilya to relent, to stop the mind games.
But the broader man just sat and waited, he was clearly tired of having to repeat himself. Strong hands rested on top of his thighs as Ilya leaned back into the couch casually.
Like he was watching some sort of show.
Shane swallowed the last ounce of dignity he had and started to turn, his movements were slow and unsure. But Ilya’s gaze was suffocating, holding Shane to the spot.
It felt like Ilya was tracking every fucking inch of his body.
What made it worse was that Shane was still hard, his body so entuned with the feeling of shame that he just couldn’t help but feel turned on under all the humiliation.
When Shane finally turned back towards Ilya, his head was hung in defeat, awaiting verdict. The second tear spilled seconds later, dripping down his cheek and onto the floor below.
‘You know…’ Ilya drawled, eyes shamelessly dragging down Shane’s legs. ‘I have a friend with socks just like that.’
Shane had been caught and both men knew it. He opened his mouth to say something, anything but the words died on his tongue from the sheer amount of panic he was feeling.
‘Funny, isn’t it?’ His lips curled cruelly, he looked entertained, like he was purposefully dragging the moment out to make Shane squirm. ‘I think you met her actually, out in the hallway?’
‘I’m sorry.’ Shane whispered with his eyes filled with tears, he wasn’t even going to try and deny it since Ilya had already figured him out. ‘I can go-‘
‘Oh, no.’ Ilya laughed softly, as though Shane’s idea was ridiculous. The amusement faded almost as quickly as it appeared, turning into something darker. ‘You’re not going anywhere.’
Shane didn’t have the chance to respond as Ilya surged forwards, wrapping strong arms around his waist as he pulled Shane right into his lap.
A soft gasp left Shane’s lips at the sudden movement, bracing his hands on Ilya’s shoulders. ‘Do you feel pretty, sweetheart?’ Ilya asked as his hands couldn’t help but squeeze Shane’s ass through the lace.
Shane shook his head in dismissal. ‘It’s stupid.’ He murmured back, his head turned away into his own shoulder.
‘That’s not what I asked you.’ Ilya tutted, trying to chase Shane’s eyes. ‘What did I tell you about answering my questions, Shane?’
Shane wasn’t even sure why Ilya was entertaining this.
‘I’ll ask you again since I’m feeling nice.’ Ilya’s hand moved to grab Shane by the chin, forcing their eyes to meet, Shane’s were glassed over from the tears. ‘Do you feel pretty?’
Shane somehow mustered up the courage to hold eye contact. Finally, in a crushing admission, he nodded.
Because he did feel pretty, he liked how he looked. He loved the softness of the cotton compared to the harshness of the lace, he liked how his ass filled out the tight material and how strong his legs looked holding up the socks.
Shane had never felt prettier.
‘Yes.’ He quietly replied, mouth dry as he couldn’t help but lean into Ilya like a dog to a bone.
‘Good boy.’ Ilya praised, letting Shane melt into him. ‘Or would you prefer to be my good girl?’
The lack of judgment in Ilya’s tone made Shane smile shyly, it was endearing. But he shook his head, letting Ilya know that this wasn’t a question of identity and more self-expression.
Ilya smiled back in a quiet understanding. ‘My boy it is then.’
Their lips met in a rare tender kiss led by Ilya, letting Shane know that behind the teasing and mean words, he was safe here.
‘Would you like to know what I think?’ Ilya asked, resting his forehead against Shane’s who was feeling less on edge after such a gentle kiss. ‘What do you think?’ Shane repeated back.
‘I think…’ Ilya hummed, hands going back to grab Shane’s ass, hoisting him closer so Shane was sat right on top of Ilya’s clothed cock.
Ilya was so hard it must’ve been painful.
‘That this is the sexiest thing I have ever seen.’ The admission made Shane blush, the tip of his ears growing red. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
Ilya wasn’t done as he continued to kneed Shane’s ass with his hands, like he couldn’t get enough. ‘So fucking pretty, baby. I can’t believe you’d try to hide this from me.’
Shane’s arms looped around Ilya’s neck as he held a bashful look on his face.
‘I thought you’d think it was weird.’ Shane admitted, he adjusted himself on top and inhaled sharply as his cock dragged against Ilya’s. ‘Fuck.’ He aired out in both pleasure and relief.
Ilya encouraged Shane to move more by grabbing hold of his waist, rocking him forward.
‘It was a surprise.’ Ilya admitted, looking down to watch as Shane began to grind down against him. Shane noticed that Ilya couldn’t stop staring at the way the socks clung to his thighs. But now he had calmed down he realised it wasn’t with disgust.
It was with lust.
‘A very good surprise.’ Ilya added with a lazy grin as he leant his head back further into the couch in such a way where his neck was exposed.
Shane looked at the faint bruises left by somebody else’s mouth with jealousy.
He couldn’t help himself, it was as though his body was on autopilot as he surged forwards to attach his lips to the soft neck. He could feel Ilya’s fingertips brush against the top of his socks, encouraging him.
Ilya clearly had a sensitive neck, a new revelation learnt that Shane was going to store away. The man let out a soft moan as Shane licked a stripe up against the side of the skin.
‘Who gave you these?’ Shane couldn’t help but ask, like he wanted to hurt himself.
He missed the way Ilya’s lips curled at the possessive lilt in Shane’s voice, it was something he hadn’t heard from him before.
‘A friend.’ Ilya purred back, feeling the soft cotton as Shane continued to explore his neck with his lips.
‘You have a lot of friends.’ Shane bit back bitterly, recalling the countless nights he had laid in bed listening to another voice warm Ilya’s bed through the wall.
Ilya’s fingers had moved on from the socks to drag against Shane’s bare thigh. ‘Yeah?’ He challenged, letting Shane walk blindly into the trap. ‘How would you know that baby?’
Shane faltered for just a moment, he realised quickly that his words indicated that he knew Ilya had people round often.
But then he focused on that feeling of jealousy, all those nights lying awake with a heavy heart wishing he could be the one pleasuring Ilya.
Ilya had already seen the most humiliating part and accepted it with open arms. If anything, he encouraged it, Shane had nothing left to hide.
‘Because I fucking hear you.’ He admitted shamelessly, surging forwards to suck down hard on Ilya’s skin, desperate to lay his own claim on the other man. He wanted to leave dark bruises that would last for weeks.
He wanted anybody else that was after him to see his branding on Ilya’s skin.
His hand came up to yank on Ilya’s hair, forcing him to expose more of his neck as Shane worked his mouth down into the skin with painful suction. Ilya moaned from the mixture of pleasure and pain, letting Shane get his fill.
Shane drank the noises in like he was dying of thirst. He wanted to hear Ilya moan for him over and over again.
Ilya figured he’d let Shane have the upper hand, for now at least. Shane moved from one spot to another, not stopping until he left behind a prominent bruise each time.
‘Do you listen?’ Ilya had to ask, their cocks were brushing against each other as Shane continued to roll his hips down. ‘Do you-fuck, do you touch yourself?’
Shane should feel humiliated, but Ilya had already pushed him past the point of no return. To Ilya’s fucking delight, Shane nodded into his skin.
‘All the time.’ Shane murmured hoarsely, using his tongue to soothe the dark red blotches that were starting to bloom against Ilya’s skin. ‘They’re all so fucking loud.’
Ilya chuckled, goosebumps prickling on his arms as Shane’s tongue continued to work against his neck. ‘Do you like that?’
Shane shook his head. ‘I’m not focused on that.’ Shane continued to admit his dirty fantasy that he was so sure would only ever be confined to his four walls. He moved back to look at his artistry and felt a wave of possession at the sight.
Ilya’s neck was covered, dark, angry marks blossoming right in front of his eyes.
‘What do you focus on?’ Ilya pressed to get more out of Shane, he needed to know more. He had no idea he had such a little freak living right next-door. The look in Shane’s eyes was downright dangerous, nothing like Ilya had ever seen from the sweet blushing boy on top.
‘How it should be me.’ For the first time, Shane led the bruising kiss as he smashed their lips together.
The tension between them was searing.
They both moaned into it, hands flying to touch each other wherever they could. It was filled with desperation as Ilya regained control and slipped his tongue inside. Shane sucked down on the intrusion with an airy hum, hands tangled in Ilya’s pretty curls.
Like Shane weighed nothing, Ilya then stood with him in his arms.
Shane’s legs instinctively wrapped around Ilya’s waist as he let himself be carried into the bedroom, their lips didn’t part once.
He never considered himself to be light, in fact, he was proud of the amount of muscle he had achieved but the way Ilya held him as though he was as light as a feather left Shane’s head reeling.
Inside the bedroom, Shane was surrounded by Ilya. The warm, rich smell was fucking everywhere like he was right at the source, perfectly invading his senses as he was lowered down onto the double bed.
He couldn’t take his eyes away as Ilya towered over him, discarding himself of his shirt. ‘Fuck.’ Was all Shane could muster. He had only seen Ilya shirtless once before, but he couldn’t help but ogle at his body again. Built hard-earned muscle, his chest was so broad and muscular, his shoulders were that wide that they dwarfed Shane completely.
And those arms. Those fucking arms that Shane had engraved to memory.
Ilya didn’t look like he was fairing much better as his eyes trailed down Shane’s body, silently appreciating every inch. He let out a soft breath as he got to the lingerie, gaze lingering.
Shane usually shrank under such a heavy gaze, but the way Ilya was looking at him as though he was the last meal on earth gave Shane a rush of confidence.
Slowly, he ran a hand down his chest, then across his stomach. Ilya’s gaze was unwavering, following every single movement, he looked like he was ready to strike.
When his hands finally reached the hemline of his panties, his gaze flickered up to Ilya with a smirk, the other man looked entranced. Shane slid his his hand slowly under the lace, grabbing his hard cock with a gentle moan.
‘Are you going to fuck me?’ Shane teased. It was only then that Ilya teared his eyes away from the lewd display to look at him.
‘Oh, I will fuck you.’ Ilya bit down on the inside of his cheek, restraint slowly slipping, ‘I’m going to fuck you better than anyone ever has.’
Shane didn’t have time to retort because Ilya was on him, strong body pinning him down against the bed. Ilya kissed him with ferocity, holding Shane’s body in the place with a rough grab of his waist.
‘Fucking slut.’ Ilya growled, moving to rip Shane’s hands away from his cock and pinning them above over his head.
Shane couldn’t move even if he wanted to.
The moan that left Shane was close to obscene, the harsh name hitting him like whiplash as Ilya rolled his hips down.
‘Do you feel what you do to me?’ He asked, hard cock brushing against Shane’s. ‘Dressed in that outfit, driving me fucking crazy.’
Shane tried to move his hips up, but the weight of Ilya’s body left him paralyzed, he was completely at the other man’s will.
‘Ilya.’ He whined, he needed more.
‘That’s it, say my name.’ Ilya purred, rewarding Shane with another roll of his hips. ‘I’m going to make you scream it later.’
The way Ilya said it like a promise made Shane’s body go hot.
Ilya moved one hand, still pinning Shane’s wrists with the other. He smirked as he watched the boy beneath him writhe. Playfully, Ilya slipped his fingers under the waistband of the lace and snapped it back down against the skin.
Shane gasped at the feeling of the elastic snapping down.
‘That looks painful.’ Ilya cooed, teasing his fingertips against Shane’s bulge. The pinned man bucked his hips upwards to the touch which made Ilya chuckle. ‘Sensitive too.’
Shane let out a shaky sigh as he silently pleaded for Ilya to do anything.
‘I’m being mean, aren’t I sweetheart?’ He pouted, mocking him. But Shane was too caught up in sheer neediness to know it was a taunt, so he nodded desperately. ‘Oh, I know baby.’
Ilya’s hand gave Shane’s cock a firm squeeze through the material.
‘But you haven’t asked me nicely yet.’ He reminded, hovering over Shane’s face as he continued to toy with his cock.
Shane was sinking into the bed, falling into that similar headspace from earlier with the guidance of Ilya’s words pulling him under.
‘Please.’ He broke, needily bucking his hips up as Ilya continued to play with him like he had all the time in the world. ‘Please, Ilya, I need-‘
‘I know what you need.’ Ilya planted a kiss to his lips, Shane chased his mouth for more, but Ilya wasn’t giving in. ‘It’s more of a question if you deserve it.’
‘I do.’ Shane responded quickly, sure of himself. His voice sounded pathetically desperate. ‘I’ve been so good, I’ll do whatever you want. Please just-‘ He was deliriously babbling at this point, he’d take anything, Ilya’s mouth, his hands or cock.
He just needed Ilya.
‘Enough.’ Ilya cut him off as though the speech was boring him, Shane’s body immediately obeyed as he went silent. ‘You think you’ve been good?’
Shane slowly nodded which resulted in a disappointed tut.
‘Really?’ Ilya drawled, eyebrows pinching together with a mocking pout. ‘I don’t think listening through the wall, touching your pathetic cock whilst I have sex is good, Shane.’
‘I didn’t-‘ Shane’s face was red as Ilya continued to squeeze his cock, the pressure was maddening, unravelling Shane by the second.
Yes, you did.’ Ilya didn’t let Shane deny any further. ‘So don’t fucking lie to me.’ He continued in a low warning.
‘I’m sorry.’ Shane borderline whimpered, the words were starting to feel heavy on his tongue again.
It should’ve felt scary how quickly Ilya’s words affected him but little things like Ilya’s fingers gently brushing Shane’s wrists as he held him down kept him aware that this was just an act.
‘Not only that but you tried to hide this pretty outfit from me too.’ Ilya sighed out in disappointment. ‘You’ve hurt my feelings, baby.’
Shane shook his head, his eyes glassy. ‘Please.’ He crumbled, not being able to take it anymore. He was so hard that it fucking hurt. ‘Please, Ilya, I’m so sorry’.
‘Oh, I know you are, pretty boy.’ Shane couldn’t understand how Ilya remained so composed. He almost cried when Ilya finally started to pull down his panties with one hand, Shane’s cock smacking proudly against his stomach. ‘Don’t worry, you don’t have to listen from your room anymore.’
Ilya released Shane’s hands as he slowly started to kiss down his stomach, lips trailing right down towards where Shane needed him the most.
When Ilya finally wrapped those lips around his cock, Shane moaned, loud.
‘Oh my god.’ He cried, arms covering his face as Ilya took him to a hilt in an instant, cock hitting the back of his throat. ‘Ilya.’
Ilya hummed around him, hands holding Shane in place as he started to bob his head. His tongue dragged against the underside of the hard cock with every movement.
The relentless teasing was worth it, Ilya’s wet mouth felt so good around him.
Shane’s hand went straight for Ilya’s curls, and he pulled, hard. ‘Fuck.’ He whimpered, moving his arm away from his eyes so he could watch the other.
Ilya glanced up, eyes shining with mirth as he continued to work his mouth around Shane. He clearly knew he was good at this, and that cockiness only turned Shane on more.
Shane felt fingertips brush against the top of his socks, the only sound in the room being Ilya’s wet mouth and Shane’s moans. That familiar warmth in his belly grew quicker than he would like to admit.
‘You’re so good, holy shit.’ Shane choked out, he couldn’t take his eyes off the other man.
He couldn’t believe that he finally got to experience this for himself, after weeks of listening to Ilya with other people.
Ilya swallowed around him with practice ease, his throat completely relaxed as he moved his mouth skilfully around Shane.
Shane wasn’t going to last long.
He felt the warmth spread across his lower stomach, tensing his body to fight of the natural instinct to cum. ‘Ilya-‘ He warned, he sounded embarrassed, but he gave himself a little bit of grace since Ilya had been working him up since they first started.
‘I’m gonna-‘ His eyes squeezed shut, body tight. It was right there, building and building as Ilya sucked his cock. He was so close, about to-
Ilya pulled off with a pop, his lips curling up at Shane.
‘No.’ Shane shot up, his legs twitching at the ruined orgasm. ‘Please.’ He pleaded, gently trying to coax his head back down which made the other laugh.
Ilya started to innocently pepper kisses against Shane’s inner thigh, his lips wet with spits. ‘You’ll cum when I say you can.’ He murmured against the skin, every now and then he would adjust the socks to make sure they weren’t falling. ‘Understand?’
Shane wanted to listen, but his body was begging for release, Ilya crawled back up his body, so they were face to face.
‘Do you understand me, Shane?’ He repeated slowly, wanting to hear it aloud. Shane let out a huff of frustration before shaking his head in a rare showing of disobedience. ‘I want to-‘
Smack.
Shane’s head snapped to the side at the sudden strike to his face, hard enough to shock him but not enough to cause too much pain. Ilya had slapped him, right across the face.
His ears were ringing as he slowly looked back towards Ilya with a dazed expression. Then, Shane’s lips started to curl up into a grin.
‘Harder.’
His unfocused eyes looked to Ilya who was smirking down at him, like he had met his match. ‘You’re a fucking freak, do you know that?’ He painfully pinched Shane’s cheeks together with his hand, skin still feeling tender from the slap. ‘So perfect.’
With Shane’s lips forcibly parted, Ilya slipped two fingers into his mouth. Shane tried to suck down on them as best as he could, but Ilya’s grip was unforgiving as he felt saliva start to pool under his tongue.
Ilya fucked two fingers into Shane’s mouth, watching the way he started to drool.
‘You’re making such a mess.’ He taunted, letting his fingers hit the back of Shane’s throat who gagged around the digits.
Then, once spit was running down his chin, Ilya ripped his fingers away to smack Shane across the face, hard.
The sound struck out across the room, heat flared across his cheek, already burning a vicious shade of red. The smile on Shane’s lips was downright masochistic as his fingers came up to grace against the angry skin.
‘What do you say?’ Ilya hummed, smearing the drool across Shane’s lower lip.
Shane thought back to the time when he heard Ilya slap that girl, how much he wished it could’ve been him. He felt almost sick with gratitude that Ilya was giving him that same opportunity.
The other boy was glassy-eyed as he met Ilya’s gaze. ‘Thank you.’
‘Good boy.’ Ilya praised back before their lips met again, this time, Shane hands started to tug on Ilya’s sweatpants. Ilya had given him so much that he needed to return the favour.
He needed to taste him, feel the weight of Ilya on his tongue to accompany his sore cheek.
Ilya quickly picked up on what Shane wanted as he broke away to lay flat on the bed beside Shane, tugging down his sweats as the other automatically started to crawl on top. Once they were off, Shane situated himself between Ilya’s legs, nose gently brushing over the bulge that was still covered by boxers.
‘Please.’ He murmured, he felt drunk. Ilya’s hands carded through his hair as he watched Shane nuzzle into his cock, waiting for permission. ‘I want it.’
Ilya looked and felt huge, pressing hard against Shane’s face. He needed to see it for himself.
Shane started to pepper kisses against Ilya’s bulge, face pressed up against it. ‘Please, let me have it.’
Ilya had never seen something so hot as Shane continued to beg unprompted just so he could suck his dick.
‘Go on, baby.’ Ilya said gently, relenting just a little. Even he wasn’t strong enough to deny Shane right now. His boxers were pulled down hastily, his cock smacking up against his stomach, right in front of Shane’s face.
Shane’s lips were parted in awe, his mouth wet.
Ilya was huge, easily nine-inches, uncut and thick.
‘Oh my god.’ Shane whispered in amazement, tongue darting out to kitten lick the base. Ilya encouraged him with soothing strokes to the head as Shane continued to map him out with his mouth.
Shane spent his time worshiping Ilya, needing to remember every fucking inch of the other man. He continued to nuzzle into him, lips dancing around the shaft and then down to his balls where Shane took one in and sucked down lightly.
‘Fuck.’ Ilya grunted, Shane moved from one and then to the other, giving both equal attention with his mouth as he suckled down with a pleased hum like it was a sweet treat.
Moving back up, Shane caught Ilya’s eye as his plump lips pressed to the tip of his cock, Shane pulled back just enough for a thin string of pre-cum to catch on his lower lip, snapping back against Ilya’s cock seconds later.
With a dazed smile, Shane finally wrapped those lips around the tip of Ilya’s cock, humming as the salty taste graced his mouth. He sank lower and lower, taking as much as he possibly could.
‘There you go.’ Ilya purred, watching as Shane’s mouth started to fill out from the intrusion. ‘Is this what you wanted, baby?’
Shane’s body felt completely relaxed, his brain switched off as he focused on the weight of Ilya on his tongue, it was grounding. He could stay like this for hours if Ilya let him. All the embarrassment and humiliation he had felt was completely stripped, his only driving thought was to please Ilya.
He nodded deliriously around him, just holding Ilya in his mouth as he relaxed his throat to welcome the stretch.
Once he felt as though he could take it, Shane started to bob his head, hollowing out his cheeks.
‘Fuck.’ Ilya cursed, his hand resting on the back of Shane’s head with his eyes trained on the other who looked as though he was sucking on a fucking lollipop. ‘God, you look pretty, look at me baby.’
Shane’s eyes were wet from having Ilya’s cock in his throat, tears threatening to spill down as his gaze flickered up to meet Ilya’s. His continued to work his mouth down, tongue gliding against Ilya’s length.
They held eye contact as Shane started to take him impossibly deeper, the first tear falling from his eye. The weight of Ilya in his mouth was perfect, causing him to go completely pliant.
‘Perfect fucking mouth.’ Ilya moaned, stroking his hair gently. He had the urge to take-over, to fuck Shane’s face until he was a snivelling mess. But Ilya thought that the other just looked too pretty to disturb, so content as he hummed out around him.
Shane was drooling, saliva pooling in his mouth as he continued to bob his head, his mouth stretched around the thick cock as he let out a soft moan of pleasure.
‘Come here, sweetheart.’ Ilya had to pry his cock away from Shane’s lips who shook his head in protest. ‘I know, but I can’t fuck you from down there.’
Ilya could’ve kept Shane between his legs for hours but being the clearer headed of the two, he knew that Shane didn’t have all afternoon and Ilya wanted to fuck him stupid before he had to go.
He pulled Shane back up, wiping the spit from his chin before he kissed him. Ilya rolled them over, so he was back on top, blindly reaching beside him to the bedside drawer. Their lips didn’t part whilst Ilya reached into his drawer to pull out a half empty bottle of lube.
‘Are you still with me, baby?’ Ilya checked in, lips moving to Shane’s neck as he undid the cap with one hand. Shane nodded, letting his leg be bent so Ilya had easier access. ‘Want you.’ He murmured back as Ilya squirted some lube onto his fingers, warming it up between the tips.
‘I know, you’ll get what you want.’ Ilya promised, making sure he had enough lube on his fingers before he lowered them towards Shane’s rim. ‘You’re going to be good for me, aren’t you? Let me use this slutty hole.’ He teasingly circled his finger around the entrance, watching with a small smirk as Shane clenched around nothing.
‘Please.’ Shane begged, entirely at Ilya’s mercy. ‘Use me.’
A soft gasp left his lips as Ilya eased a single finger into him, his head hitting the pillow. Ilya moved slowly, drawing back before pressing in again in a steady rhythm that gave Shane time to adjust.
‘You’re tight.’ Ilya purred, curling his digit into Shane with practiced eased. ‘Gonna feel so fucking good around my cock.’ He continued to thrust his finger into Shane who was beginning to relax into the bed with airy moans.
Ilya wanted to make him scream.
Once he thought Shane could take it, he added another, stretching Shane out around two digits. Shane whimpered at the sensation, eyes rolling back. ‘Won’t be this tight when I’m done with you.’ Ilya continued to taunt, fucking his fingers into him.
He curled them again, and once he did, Shane let out a moan that was louder from the rest, instinctively rolling his hips down to meet Ilya’s movements. ‘There it is.’ Ilya hummed, focusing his attention and fingers into that one spot.
‘Fuck.’ Shane mewled as Ilya started to toy with his prostate, his body was warm, cock leaking uselessly against his stomach. ‘Oh, please.’
Ilya’s lips twitched in amusement as he watched Shane fall apart from just his two fingers. ‘Does that feel good?’
Shane quickly nodded, opening his eyes to watch Ilya who was now hovered right over his face. He quickly lifted his head to connect their lips in a desperate kiss, both men moaning into it.
Ilya continued to stretch him out, curling his digits into that one spot that had Shane seeing stars. He parted from the kiss, watching Shane’s dazed expression as he followed after his lips.
‘So desperate, aren’t you baby?’ Ilya cooed whilst Shane writhed beneath him. ‘It’s fucking pathetic really.’
‘I’m pathetic.’ Shane babbled, he had no shame anymore, not after everything he had already done. ‘I’m so fucking pathetic Ilya, please.’
The words were choked out of his throat, mouth agape as a third finger slipped in, he already felt so full. Ilya didn’t waste the opportunity that was presented to him as he spat directly into Shane’s open mouth.
He watched in delight as Shane smiled, swallowing it like a man dying of thirst.
‘Thank you.’ Shane breathed out, rolling his hips down to meet Ilya’s fingers.
Ilya continued to stretch him until he felt as though Shane was ready to take his cock, as much as he loved toying with the sensitive man beneath him, he was just as eager to sink himself inside.
Shane whined when Ilya finally did pull back, hating the feeling of sudden emptiness. ‘Don’t be a fucking brat, Shane.’ Ilya warned, reaching back inside the bedside drawer to pull out a condom.
‘I’ve been so nice to you, don’t make me regret it.’ Ilya ripped the package open with his teeth before dropping it onto Shane’s chest.
Shane looked down a little bewildered which made Ilya scoff, like he was being stupid. ‘Do I have to do everything for you?’ He mocked, pinching one of Shane’s nipples painfully. ‘Put it on my cock.’
His movements were sluggish from the amount of time he had spent on his back, but Shane slowly sat up and picked the wrapper from his chest. He undid the package, pulling out the condom as he gazed longingly at Ilya’s hard dick.
He would’ve preferred to be fucked raw, but Shane had heard how many ‘friends’ Ilya had over so he knew that this was for the best. That familiar feeling of jealousy washed over him at the subtle reminder that Ilya wasn’t just his.
He brought the rubber to Ilya’s tip before slowing rolling it down to cover his cock, as it slid down, Shane tracked the movements with his eyes, silently wondering how anybody would ever be able to compare after taking this.
But he wanted that, he wanted Ilya to ruin him for anybody else. Shane looked up at Ilya with those big brown eyes.
Ilya looked back down with dark eyes, watching Shane silently plead in those slutty fucking socks. He lost it when Shane finally spoke. ‘Please, fuck me.’
Ilya was on him in an instant, pinning Shane down between him and the bed. ‘I’m going to fucking ruin you.’ Ilya’s tone was low and sounded borderline dangerous. ‘Tell me how much you want it.’
Ilya lined himself up, showing the self-restraint of a fucking saint as he held himself there. ‘I need it.’ Shane obeyed immediately, he could feel the tip of Ilya’s cock daring to breach his rim, his voice was starting to feel distant in his own ears. ‘I fucking need it, Ilya, please.’
Shane was prepared to keep begging until his lungs burnt out but the air was punched from him when Ilya finally pushed in. His mouth opened in a silent scream as Ilya sunk his cock into him inch by fucking inch, impaling Shane with his dick.
‘Fuck.’ Ilya cursed, watching the way Shane’s hole clenched around him, sucking him in deliciously. Shane was fucking tight, wrapping perfectly around his cock.
Shane couldn’t concentrate, his body hot to the touch. All he could understand was the feeling of fullness.
Ilya was so big, he could feel him fucking everywhere.
Once he was seated, Ilya resisted the urge to thrust forwards into the tight heat. ‘Still with me, sweetheart?’ He asked breathlessly.
Shane managed to nod, body adjusting to the intrusion. His breathing was erratic as Ilya’s hands soothingly ran across his chest, giving him time.
‘Move.’ Shane instructed, eyes rolling back. ‘Fucking move.’
Ilya’s lips twitched up, but he obeyed, giving an experimental thrust of his hips which elicited a sharp gasp from Shane. ‘I don’t think you’re in any position to tell me what to do.’
He continued the slow thrusts, letting Shane adjust. Ilya thought the other man looked a fucking vision beneath him, lips parted in pleasure, hair messy with his eyes closed.
But there was one thing that needed to change.
Ilya angled his hips up, his lips curling up at the sight of the oblivious man beneath him. Then, he thrusted, hard.
Shane’s eyes shot open, and he moaned, so fucking loud.
‘There you fucking go.’ Ilya grunted, picking up the pace as he drove his cock into the one spot that had Shane seeing stars. ‘Let me hear you.’
‘Ilya.’ Shane cried out, hands gripping the other man by the shoulders. ‘Ilya-oh my god.’
Shane was gone, body rocking with the rough thrusts as Ilya fucked him with the same amount of harshness as his words. ‘Careful Shane, the neighbours might hear you.’ Ilya taunted, letting out a sharp moan himself as Shane clenched around him.
Arousal shot through his body at the realisation that he sounded just like all the others that he had heard through the wall. He was no better than them, diminished to nothing but moans of pleasure as Ilya used his body.
‘Greedy fucking hole.’ Ilya glanced down, watching how his cock disappeared into Shane. Both were covered in a thin layer of sweat. ‘You keep sucking me in, baby. Feels fucking good.’
Ilya was fucking him with vigour, like he was purposefully trying to draw the loud noises from the other’s lips. His nails dug into Shane’s skin in a painful grip, driving his hips forwards.
Shane’s eyes were completely glassed over, vision blurry. ‘Oh sweetheart, you’re not going to cry again, are you?’ Ilya was quick to mock, a sickeningly cruel smirk on his lips. ‘Always so emotional.’
Shane was about to cry but it wasn’t from humiliation this time, it was from the sheer amount of overwhelming pleasure he was feeling. ‘Ilya.’ He whimpered back, he just knew if he was sat in his room right now that he would be able to hear himself.
‘I know, baby. Feels good, doesn’t it? What do you say?’ As Shane nodded, the first tear spilled from his eyes, falling perfectly down his flushed cheek. ‘Thank you.’ He started to babble, his cock was leaking against his stomach, bobbing with each movement. ‘Thank you-thank you so much.’
His voice was echoing throughout the room, bouncing off the walls.
Ilya rewarded him with a kiss. ‘You’re welcome.’ He murmured back, he could tell Shane was getting close from the way his body was tensing. ‘Remember what I told you before, sweetheart.’
‘I won’t.’ Shane promised, more tears falling as Ilya continued to fuck him. He wanted to be good, the best Ilya had ever had. The warmth pooled in his belly, consuming him whole but he resisted the urge to cum. ‘Not until you say.’
‘Good fucking boy.’ Ilya praised again, hand coming up to wipe away the fallen tears before he patted Shane’s cheek condescendingly. ‘Who knew you just needed a good fuck to get you to listen hm? Just needed my cock, didn’t you?’
Shane nodded, he could feel the saltiness of the tears against his lips. ‘Yes.’ It was like he was under some sort of spell, completely bewitched by the sheer power that was Ilya. ‘Just needed you, I only want you.’
His words may have just seemed like something silly said in the spur of the moment, but Shane meant every last fucking syllable.
And Ilya knew that too because he felt the exact same way.
‘You have me, baby.’ He purred back in a rare showing of softness, a harsh contrast to his rough thrusts. ‘I’m all yours, right here.’ Ilya placed his hand on Shane’s lower stomach, right where the warmth was bubbling. ‘Can you feel me, sweetheart?’
Shane placed his hand on top of Ilya’s, nodding his head. ‘Yes.’ He said breathlessly, Ilya was that deep he could feel him fucking everywhere. ‘Feels so good.’
Ilya used his free hand to wipe the tears from Shane’s cheek, cooing as the other leant into his touch. ‘You look so pathetic.’ He murmured in awe, Shane didn’t stop nuzzling into him as loud moans spilled from his lips. Ilya continued to drive his cock forwards, the sound of the headboard banging against the wall and skin slapping was obscene.
‘All for me, aren’t you baby? Your mouth, this slutty fucking hole. All mine.’ Ilya was getting close, sweat beading on his forehead as he continued to fuck the other. They were holding hands at this point, resting on Shane’s lower stomach, it felt scarily intimate for a one-time fuck, yet so correct.
‘Yours.’ Shane repeated, head lolling into Ilya’s palm. ‘I’m yours Ilya, please.’ Shane needed release, his whole body was taught as he tried to fight off the losing battle. ‘Please, please I need-‘
‘I know.’ Ilya grunted back, he was almost there himself. ‘I bet this feels better than listening from your room.’
Shane’s face was scrunched in pleasure, his body screaming for release. ‘I can’t-‘
‘Yes, you can.’ Ilya cut him off sharply, giving his hand a firm squeeze. ‘Hold it.’ Shane’s body was rocking with each thrust as Ilya continued to fuck him with insatiable stamina. ‘Tell me how good my cock feels, baby.’
‘So fucking good.’ Shane choked out, he could’ve sworn he was drooling. He felt as though he was sinking, head under water. He could barely even recognise his own voice, so whiney and needy.
He liked it. He liked feeling as though he was beneath Ilya.
‘I love it.’ Shane admitted, looking up at Ilya with shining eyes. ‘I love it so much Ilya I-‘
Ilya watched the sniffling man beneath him, drinking in just how broken he looked. It gave him a rush of power that he was the one to reduce Shane to this.
‘Cum for me, sweetheart.’ Ilya relented, watching Shane unravel. ‘You’ve been so good for me, you can cum.’
It took maybe one more thrust and Shane was gone, releasing on Ilya’s command. He came with a choked-out moan and thank you’s tumbling from his lips, his vision blacking out as his entire body twitched from the release.
Shane came, so much. All over his stomach and their joined hands. He just kept going, making such a mess that even Ilya watched with parted lips. ‘Fuck.’
Ilya didn’t hold back, blindly chasing his own pleasure after watching Shane’s little performance. ‘You have no fucking idea what you do to me.’
Shane whined, body overly sensitive after his orgasm. He had never felt something so intense, so fucking primal. ‘Cum for me.’ He pleaded, mustering enough strength to roll his hips down to meet Ilya’s harsh thrusts. ‘Please, cum for me.’
The feeling of Shane clenching around his cock mixed together with his desperate moans would be enough to push any man to the edge. Ilya came with a low moan, filling the rubber as his hips stuttered. ‘Fuck.’ He drawled, his movements slowing as he finished inside the condom.
Once he was done, he slumped forwards, right onto Shane’s chest. He was breathing heavy, body sweating as he held the other man in his arms. ‘Good boy.’ He breathed out, instantly softening as he pressed his lips to Shane’s cheek.
Shane was on another planet, head feeling floaty. But he could hear Ilya’s voice gently coating him back to earth.
‘So perfect for me, sweetheart. So good.’ There were no other taunting words to follow up, Ilya just continued to shower him in praise. ‘You look so pretty, baby.’
Shane took a little while to come to, words felt too overpowering for him right now. His body felt tired, like all energy had been sucked from him. But Ilya stayed with him the entire time, whispering soft words of affirmation in his ear, keeping him grounded.
He managed to turn his head to look at Ilya, dazed eyes looking into blue. ‘There we go.’ Ilya smiled, brushing his finger against Shane’s bottom lip. ‘Are you feeling okay?’ Shane managed to nod softly, resting his forehead onto Ilya’s.
‘Good.’ Ilya replied, not pushing Shane for a verbal response. He went to pull out, but Shane whined gently back in protest, so Ilya stilled. ‘Okay, okay. We’ll stay like this for a bit, hm?’
They laid like that for a while, neither were bothered with how much time had passed. Ilya continued to shower Shane with praise and kisses until the other started to come back to himself.
‘We’re so messy.’ Shane finally grimaced, being able to feel the sweat cling to his own body, not to mention the cum all over his stomach. ‘I know.’ Ilya chuckled back, face pressed into Shane’s neck.
Despite the acknowledgment, neither man moved. ‘I’m sorry by the way…about listening.’ Shane cringed a little, but he felt as though he needed to apologise non the less. ‘It was weird, I won’t do it again.’
Ilya moved away from the skin to hover back over Shane’s face. ‘Is okay.’ He replied gently, pressing his lips to Shane’s in a reassuring kiss. ‘Should’ve just knocked on my door, I would’ve let you join.’ He added playfully which made Shane scoff with laughter.
‘Shut up.’ Shane fired back with a grin that matched Ilya’s. ‘I’m serious, I always thought you were cute.’
The admission made Shane blush, but he covered it well by rolling his eyes. ‘We need to shower.’ He moved on, pecking Ilya’s lips once more. He felt as though the longer he spent trapped underneath Ilya, the more likely his silly crush would grow into something more.
‘Okay.’ Ilya relented as he slowly pulled out, Shane let out a soft sigh at the sudden feeling of emptiness, but he knew he didn’t have all afternoon.
The pair went and showered together, it felt oddly domestic as they washed each other off and talked about random things. They were so touchy, hands gripping the other at every possible opportunity.
But reality set in once they both got out and dressed themselves again. Ilya leant Shane a pair of boxers, panties slipped into his pocket with his socks rolled all the way down. Once Shane’s phone rang, it was as though their bubble had been burst.
‘He’s outside.’ Shane said a little sadly, now stood in Ilya’s living room. ‘So, I should-‘
‘Yeah.’ Ilya seemed a little withdrawn, like he had more to say but he didn’t know how to go about it. ‘Well, I had fun.’
Shane managed a small smile as he made his way towards the door. ‘Yeah, me too.’ He replied honestly. Some part of him was holding onto the hope that Ilya would stop him.
That he wasn’t like the others.
‘Well, I’ll see you at some point.’ Shane grimaced at his words, but it didn’t look as though Ilya was going to protest. Instead, he just nodded with a tight smile, arms crossed over his broad chest. ‘Yeah, see you soon.’
With that, Shane left. The sound of the door closing gave a sense of finality.
The maintenance man came and let him back in moments later and once back in his flat, Shane just stood dormant for a few moments. ‘Fuck.’ He murmured to himself, realising that having sex with Ilya had only complicated this more for him.
He’d have to lay there listening to Ilya have sex again, with people that weren’t him.
It almost made it worse now that they had slept together. Now Shane knew exactly how good it felt to be with the other man. Nobody else would ever be as deserving.
It wasn’t fair.
Sulking, Shane made his way to the kitchen to grab himself a drink. His body felt so sore, but that’s what he wanted, a lasting memory of Ilya so he had something to carry around with him, even if it was only temporary.
His head snapped up when there was a sudden knock at his door.
He frowned, thinking that for whatever reason that maintenance had come back. Shane made his way to the door, reluctantly opening it and to his surprise, it wasn’t maintenance.
It was Ilya.
‘Hi.’ Shane blurted out, like they hadn’t seen each other minutes ago. Ilya looked a little sheepish, a flicker of vulnerability on his face.
‘Hi.’ Ilya replied back, biting down on the inside of his cheek before he bit down on the bullet. ‘Would you like to stay over?’
Shane’s eyebrows raised in surprise. ‘Oh.’ Was all he managed to reply with. Ilya looked a little dejected at the response. ‘Sorry, you don’t have to-‘
‘No.’ He quickly cut him off, shaking his head at his own stupidity. ‘No, I mean, that would be really nice.’
He watched Ilya’s shoulders slowly relax. ‘Really?’ He asked, for the first time ever Ilya sounded nervous. It made Shane smile in reassurance. ‘Really.’ Shane replied, tips of his ears a little red.
The two looked at each other for a few seconds, this was new territory for them both and it didn’t come without a little bit of hesitation. But then, as gentle as could be, Ilya leant down to plant a soft kiss to Shane’s lips.
They both melted into it, grinning like idiots as they pulled back.
‘Lead the way.’ Shane beamed, taking Ilya’s hand in his. He felt giddy with excitement as he felt Ilya squeeze down lightly. But, the other stopped just as they were about to close the door.
‘Keys.’ Ilya reminded, releasing Shane’s hand as he watched with fondness as the other rushed inside to grab them. For once, he didn’t really care about those stupid keys if it meant he got to spend his evening right beside Ilya.
He got his wish, snuggled up on the couch right beside the other man. They had ordered food, talked for hours and were now watching a movie together in content silence.
Shane’s eyes were heavy as Ilya’s hands carded through his hair. ‘Are you tired?’ He heard Ilya ask, lips pressing to the top of his head.
‘No.’ Shane lied, fighting to stay awake so that the night didn’t have to end. He heard Ilya chuckle before there was a shift to his side. Before he knew it, he was back in Ilya’s arms, being guided towards the bedroom.
‘Sleep.’ Ilya coaxed, laying Shane down against the mattress. He felt his body relax as the mattress dipped next to him and broad arms wrapped around his waist, back pressed to Ilya’s broad chest. ‘Goodnight.’ He managed to murmur, his eyes already slipping closed. The last thing he felt were Ilya’s lips on his shoulder. ‘Goodnight, baby.’
They both drifted off into a deep sleep, both feeling so content next to the other.
If you had told Shane that a year later, he’d have moved into Ilya’s apartment, he would have laughed in your face. Yet, here he was, stood in Ilya’s- their kitchen, cooking a meal.
‘Smells good.’ Ilya hummed, emerging from the bedroom. His hair was a little wet from his shower and he only had a towel hung lowly around his waist.
Shane didn’t think he would ever get over Ilya’s perfect body.
‘Don’t you dare.’ Shane warned as he felt Ilya come up behind him to presumably steal a bite. ‘It’s not done yet.’
Ilya pouted, wrapping his arms around Shane from behind. ‘Baby.’ He whined, lips peppering Shane’s neck with kisses.
‘No.’ Shane refused to give in, knowing Ilya’s game by now. ‘Go get changed and then you can eat.’ He playfully shoved Ilya off and continued to stir.
‘You’re so mean.’ Ilya fired back, not being able to resist squeezing Shane’s ass. ‘What happened to my shy little neighbour?’
Shane laughed and turned to face him. ‘He became your boyfriend.’ He replied lightly. ‘Who got used to all your tricks.’ Ilya just grinned back, like he wouldn’t have anything any other way.
‘Is this boyfriend of mine going to dress up for me tonight?’ Ilya purred, stepping a little closer but Shane playfully held the spoon up to his chest to stop him in his tracks. ‘It depends on whether you listen to me.’
‘Oh, I can listen.’ Ilya assured, playfully holding up his hands in mock surrender. They both knew that the night would end with Shane ass up begging on Ilya’s cock, but it was always a fun little game when Shane liked to pretend that he had the control. ‘Anything for you, sweetheart.’
‘What colour do you want?’ Shane’s lips twitched upwards, by this point he had a drawer full of lingerie that Ilya had gifted him.
Ilya bit down on his lower lip, watching his boyfriend with fond eyes. ‘Red.’
‘You always choose red.’ Shane retorted with a soft laugh, he was already lowering the spoon so Ilya could crowd in on him against the counter.
‘I like red.’ He hummed, leaning down to place a passionate kiss onto Shane’s lips. ‘It reminds me of our first time together.’
Shane playfully rolled his eyes but still leant his head up to kiss Ilya again. He was forever in disbelief that having a noisy neighbour had led him to such a perfect boyfriend. Once their lips parted, the two just stared at each other with stupid smiles and a silent promise of what was to come.
‘Red it is then.’
End.