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INTRODUCTION
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The next day
Few Days Later
They were in Shane’s home gym, working out. Upbeat music was blaring through the speakers.
They have been working out separately for half an hour when Shane felt Ilya’s presence behind him as Ilya sat down right behind Shane on the rowing machine bench. Shane stopped and turned his head to catch a glimpse of Ilya, and tried to understand what he’s doing.
Ilya pointed at his phone on the ground, it was propped up on a dumbbell pointed to them, recording a video.
“Is okay? A picture for the anonymous account?”
Shane just nodded.
Ilya positioned his body close to Shane. His chest was against Shane’s back, his crotch almost aligned with Shane’s ass.
“You’re going to crop our faces, right?” Shane asked breathily.
“Of course, don’t worry about that “
Shane leaned away for a moment to let go of the handle bar that was still in his hands before leaning back to Ilya’s chest.
Ilya eyed the camera before leaning further in. He placed both his hands on Shane’s waist, pulling him in like he wanted to fuse their bodies together. One of his hands moved up Shane’s body, feeling his abs and chest as he brought his face closer to Shane's neck. He breathed in the musty scent of Shane’s sweat. He dragged his nose up and down the column of his neck. For the camera of course. For the pictures to come out just like he wanted.
Shane shivered at the contact, but before he knew it the moment was over. Ilya placed a kiss on Shane’s neck before getting up and walking to retrieve his phone.
Few Days Later
Shane could sense Ilya approaching him from a mile away. However, his footsteps were quieter than normal, which most probably meant that he was going to ask Shane something, something Shane wasn’t very enthusiastic about. His steps were always quieter, more unsure when he was about to ask something.
“Shaney” Ilya sang as he made his way downstairs. Shane lifted his head from his phone. “Yeah?” he asked.
“What you doing?” Ilya asked as he took a seat on the couch right next to Shane. Their legs almost touching.
“Nothing. What do you want?”
“Oh nothing, I was just going to ask if we could take another picture to upload.” Ilya said in a fake shy tone. Shane knew there was no shy bone in his best friend’s body.
“You’re really enjoying this? I haven’t seen any fan reactions.”
“It’s because you are not looking for it.”
“And you are?”
“Oh yes. It’s the best part of my day.”
“You spend the whole day with me, your literal best friend and the best part of your day is fan reactions on the internet?” Shane questioned mockingly “I see how it is.” He angled his body away from Ilya’s and turned back to his phone.
“No, Hollander.” Ilya whined and laid on top of Shane, putting his whole body weight on him. “Please, please, please.”
Shane chuckled at his antics “Okay, okay. Get up, you are smashing me.” At that Ilya tried to put more of his body weight on Shane. “Ugh, you stink. Get up.”
Ilya let out an exasperated sound “I do not stink.” He made a show of smelling his armpit “I smell beautiful” Shane raised an eyebrow “Beautiful?”
“Da.”
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“Come closer, you moron. I will not bite, I promise. Unless you want me to bite, of course.” Ilya said, making Shane roll his eyes at him. Ilya pulled Shane closer to him with a hand on his back.
They were in front of a mirror for Ilya’s picture idea. Their bodies aligned head to toe. Shane could feel the hard panels of Ilya’s abs against his, his dick touching Shane’s hip. Ilya seemed unbothered by it so Shane didn’t question it. Ilya's hand was splayed on Shane’s ribs, holding Shane against him.
“Is okay?”
“Yeah, it’s okay. Take the picture.” Shane responded.
He heard the clicks as Ilya took pictures back to back. He lowered the phone down to look at the results and groaned, he mumbled something about the pictures not looking right.
When he raised his phone again his face was closer to Shane’s. His breath hitting Shane’s lips.
Shane found it troubling to breathe for a moment. He was hyperaware of where his body touched Ilya’s, the rhythm of Ilya’s breathing, Ilya’s scent in his nostrils. He did not smell bad like Shane joked moments ago. He smelled nice, he smelled comforting like a harbor you would want to take shelter in.
Shane didn’t even realize Ilya took more pictures until Ilya’s body shifted away from his, letting cold air pass between their bodies
Few days later
