*sigh* okay okay i'll do it (nobody asked for it). set in tampa. and obviously going off of their show!sizes and not their book!size difference.
It's nice, not having to get up and run out of the room immediately after they're done fucking.
The hotel room sheets are rumpled, Rozanov - Ilya - lying on top of them with his arm outstretched while Shane rests his head on his shoulder.
"I missed this," Shane admits, saying it so quietly that it barely comes out.
"Did you now?" Ilya asks, and Shane can hear the smirk in his voice.
"Fuck off," Shane laughs, reaching across his body to poke Ilya in the ribs. Ilya catches his wrist, wrestling him back down. It's light, playful. They're too tired from their first round of sex, anyway.
Eventually, they end up facing each other, Shane on his back, Ilya half-hovering above him, still lightly holding his wrist. Ilya softens his grip, and their hands slide together, palm to palm. Ilya's palm is warm and a little sweaty, but not unpleasantly so.
Shane can't help but stare at their joined hands.
Sometimes, girls wanted to do this, compare hand sizes. Inevitably, it always ended with the girl delighted about how much bigger Shane's hand was than hers.
It made Shane sad, for a second, that his hand was still bigger now, his palm slightly larger than Ilya's, his fingers a bit longer. Rozanov had big hands, strong, manly. Still, Shane's were larger.
"My hand's bigger than yours." It came out embarrassingly... pouty. Shane wanted... Shane had no idea what he wanted.
Ilya could pick him up, could lift him onto a kitchen counter, could carry him into his bedroom and toss him onto the sheets like he weighed nothing. Ilya could hold him down, could manhandle him here and there until Shane was a moaning, squirming mess, spreading his legs and arching his back just the way Ilya wanted him to.
That was what Shane wanted.
"Huh?" Ilya replied, voice dreamy.
"Our hands. Yours is smaller than mine." Shane repeated. When he looked up, Ilya's pupils were blown wide.
"Oh." Sounding dreamy still. "Yeah."
A second of silence passed between them.
Then, Ilya shifted on top of Shane, and Shane gasped. "Are you seriously hard again?!"
Ilya laughed, letting his head fall forward. It was so intimate, to see him like this, to have him smiling and laughing in bed, and Shane couldn't help but laugh, too.
"Did the hand size thing get you hard?"
"Yes, Hollander, fuck," Ilya admitted, "Is kind of hot, no?"
"My big hands?" Shane rolled his eyes.
"Yes, big hands for my big cock," Ilya said with a shit-eating grin.
"You like me." Ilya pushed Shane's hand down onto the sheet, and kissed him.
