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âYou should know somethingâŠâ
Theyâre laying in Shaneâs bed, the sun slowly disappearing behind the trees outside, their legs intertwined. Shaneâs never felt more relaxed in his entire life.
OrâŠthat was how he had been feeling a second ago. Until Ilya said that.
âWhat?â he asks suspiciously, sitting up and rolling to half lay on top of Ilya, his stomach bubbling with anxiety a little.
âRelax, Hollander,â Ilya chides him, reading his mood instantly. âI am not confessing to murder. JustâŠyou should know. I have never been a boyfriend before. I will maybe be awful at it. Maybe first time ever I suck at something.â
Shane blinks, sensing Ilyaâs 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.Â
And he has to, of course, fuck with Ilya about it. âItâs okay,â he says lightly, keeping his face neutral. âIâll help you out. I know what Iâm doing.â
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. âYou mean because of Rose Landry? Or you have otherâ?â
âIâve had a couple girlfriends, yeah,â he answers, forcing himself to be calm even through his amusement. âYâknow, in high school and stuff.â
Ilya Rozanov is pouting.Â
âWhat did you do with them? Youâhow long was it for?â Ilya demands, obviously trying and failing to simply sound curious rather than desperate.
And this is why Shaneâs not embarrassed when he says, âWell, 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 couldnât stop thinking of him after that, soâŠâ
Finally, Ilya relaxes on top of him, his expression turning sheepish. âOh.â
âOh,â Shane repeats, smirking.Â
âPoor Michelle. You are terrible boyfriend, Hollander, maybe I should be worried,â Ilya grins, leaning to kiss his jaw.
âOh shut up, you were jealous as fuck two seconds ago. Plus, it doesnât matter. I am the more experienced one here, you canât denââ
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 doesnât matter.