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“You should know something…”
They’re laying in Shane’s bed, the sun slowly disappearing behind the trees outside, their legs intertwined. Shane’s never felt more relaxed in his entire life.
Or…that was how he had been feeling a second ago. Until Ilya said that.
“What?” he asks suspiciously, sitting up and rolling to half lay on top of Ilya, his stomach bubbling with anxiety a little.
“Relax, Hollander,” Ilya chides him, reading his mood instantly. “I am not confessing to murder. Just…you should know. I have never been a boyfriend before. I will maybe be awful at it. Maybe first time ever I suck at something.”
Shane blinks, sensing Ilya’s underlying nerves. But also, he has to enjoy the fact that, for the first time, he has the upper hand in something that has to do with them.
And he has to, of course, fuck with Ilya about it. “It’s okay,” he says lightly, keeping his face neutral. “I’ll help you out. I know what I’m doing.”
This has exactly the effect he intends. A grumbling Ilya flipping them in the bed so Shane is suddenly pinned, gasping a little, biting back a smile as the other man glares down at him, a mixture of confusion and jealousy settles on his face. “You mean because of Rose Landry? Or you have other–?”
“I’ve had a couple girlfriends, yeah,” he answers, forcing himself to be calm even through his amusement. “Y’know, in high school and stuff.”
“What did you do with them? You–how long was it for?” Ilya demands, obviously trying and failing to simply sound curious rather than desperate.
And this is why Shane’s not embarrassed when he says, “Well, the one that lasted the longest was this girl named Michelle. We, uh, dated a few months. Fucked once or twice. And I was a total dick to her because I broke up with her right after I got drafted. See, I met this guy in the hotel gym that night and couldn’t stop thinking of him after that, so…”
Finally, Ilya relaxes on top of him, his expression turning sheepish. “Oh.”
“Oh,” Shane repeats, smirking.
“Poor Michelle. You are terrible boyfriend, Hollander, maybe I should be worried,” Ilya grins, leaning to kiss his jaw.
“Oh shut up, you were jealous as fuck two seconds ago. Plus, it doesn’t matter. I am the more experienced one here, you can’t den–”
But Shane is cut off by a smirking Ilya grinding their hips together and making him gasp, effectively stopping their conversation completely as Shane gasps.
Yeah. Maybe it doesn’t matter.
