this work was written for Heated Rivalry Pride Week Day One: Sex
"You are ready?" Ilya asks, pulling his fingers out of Shane and wiping them on his leg.
"Yes, yes, get inside me, please," Shane begs, but Ilya just looks at him and sits up against the headboard, legs crossed.
"Come here," he says.
"You want me to ride you?" Shane asks, but climbs into Ilya's lap anyway.
"There is a position I was reading about. Lotus pose? Very intimate, perfect for wedding night." Ilya quirks an eyebrow. “Want to try?”
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Hollanov wedding night + lotus pose + crying (from happiness) + aftercare
Ilya rarely smokes during the week. It'd cause too much of a fuss if any of the directors saw him, so he only does it if he really needs to. On Saturdays though, Ilya indulges. Smokes in a lawn chair on the cabin balcony—a decrepit thing with warped wooden slots. They don't allow campers out anymore after one too many splitters; it's only used now to hang swimsuits and towels from the railing to dry.
The door opens behind him, and Ilya doesn't turn around. Shane sets up his own chair upwind of Ilya, tucks one leg under him in a way that barely looks comfortable given the size of the chair, and balances his Bible and journal on his lap.
They don't usually talk much right away. Ilya smokes, one or maybe two cigarettes, and listens—to the birds and the wind and the gentle sound of the thin pages of Shane's Bible rustling, the thicker ones of his journal, the scratch of his pencil against the page. And the muttering.
Always the muttering.
Shane's devotions this year are different than last. Maybe some nut professor at his Bible college insists that all scripture must be read aloud to be truly understood (Ilya's heard dumber in all his years here and at church) because Shane now whispers the words to himself, too softly for Ilya to make them out.
Sometimes Ilya finds this endearing, sometimes it annoys him. Today it's both.
"What are you reading?" Ilya asks, and Shane startles, not used to Ilya making conversation so early. Usually he waits until Shane's closed the journal.
"My Bible?"
Ilya rolls his eyes. "I know that. What part?"
"Do you really want to know?" Shane asks, incredulous, which Ilya supposes is somewhat fair—he tends to tune Shane out if he gets too preachy.
"Yes," Ilya says now, decisively, taking one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out. In a show of good will, he doesn't flick the butt onto the ground. "You write in your journal a lot these days. I am curious."
Shane takes the opening, scoots his lawn chair towards Ilya's. "Galatians. That's what I'm reading. I've been working on memorizing."
"Memorizing what?"
"Galatians."
"All of it?" Ilya's eyebrows shoot up. "Why?"
Shane shrugs, red spreading on his cheeks. "I don't know."
He shows Ilya the journal now, pages filled with Shane's scrawl and it takes Ilya a minute to realize that he's just been writing out Galatians. Verse by verse, copying it into his journal.
"Uh, I copy each section a couple times, then I try writing without looking and see what I miss."
"Does it work?"
"I've probably forgotten a lot, but I'm halfway through chapter 5 now, so almost done." Shane smiles, a little bashful, but pleased with himself. He's probably imagining telling his youth pastor or that nut professor about doing this. They'd tell him it was a wonderful idea. Maybe his mother would pinch his cheeks.
Ilya snatches both the Bible and journal from Shane's lap. He ignores Shane's squawk of protest.
"Okay, I test you." He holds up the Bible so Shane can't read it, runs his eyes over Galatians 5. "Where do you start?"
"What?"
"What section are you practicing? I'll listen to you and see if you earn a candy." Ilya grins. Thinks of when Shane was a camper, his hoard of candy from memorizing verses.
"I don't know what—"
"I am very good at listening to verses." Ilya interrupts. And he does have experience. The campers recite verses for points for their teams, memorizing as fast as possible then running to wait in line to tell a counselor. Ilya likes to listen to them, and he's not so harsh about every word being right so he gets the longest line.
Shane stares at him for a minute longer, like he's trying to gauge if Ilya's serious or not. He relents eventually, and Ilya feels like he's won as Shane settles back into his lawn chair. "Fine. I'll... I'm starting at verse sixteen. 'But I say, walk by the Spirit, and you will not gratify the desires of the flesh. For the desires of the flesh are against the Spirit...'"
Ilya listens carefully, tries to ignore the meaning of the words in favor of the rhythm, but the memory of Shane's flesh is too recent. Just last night, he'd pressed into Shane, both of them too big for the bottom bunk, too loud for the dorm room, even with the whole thing empty for the weekend. Shane had gasped into his mouth, spread his legs wider for his cock. Ilya knew the desires of Shane's flesh.
They fell asleep together. But Ilya still woke up alone.
Shane fumbles a little, needing a few prompts of Ilya, but he knows it well and makes it nearly to the end of the chapter before stalling out after verse twenty-four.
"'And those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires,'" Shane says, rote, then groans, looking upward. "Ugh, something about living with the Spirit, I always get confused on the last two verses because they're kinda seperated. 'Let us also step with the Spirit' something 'do not be conceited'?"
"Close," Ilya says, then reads the last two verses.
Shane repeats them back. Perfect now.
"You're very good at this."
"I'll forget half of it by tomorrow."
You'll forget a lot by tomorrow, Ilya doesn't say. "Most of the kids memorize the verses while waiting in line then forget them as soon as candy hits their tongue."
"Maybe that's what you did."
Ilya sticks his own tongue out, and Shane laughs. Sometimes this is nice too, even if they're pretending.
"Why Galatians?" Ilya asks.
"It's not too long, but long enough to be a challenge. Plus," Shane shrugs. "Good reminders in there. I like Paul's letters."
Ilya's suddenly itching for another cigarette. He doesn't take one.
"You missed a word in verse twenty-one," Ilya says flatly. "'Envy, drunkness, orgies, and other things.' You forgot orgies."
Shane scoffs, still playful despite Ilya's harshness. He's never been the best at reading that. "My bad. It's a long list."
"And you forgot sexual immorality in verse nineteen," Ilya lies.
"No I didn't." Shane's nose scrunches at the suggestion. "I definitely said that. 'Now the works of the flesh are evident: sexual immortality, sensuality, impur—'"
"No, other way around. Impurity before sensuality. But you did forget sexual immortality the first time."
Shane shakes his head. "I didn't. I wouldn't forget that."
Like Ilya doesn't know that.
"Need to memorize the whole list so you can remember what not to do." Ilya's tone is all wrong, and he feels, stupidly, like he might cry. "Wouldn't want to accidentally schedule an orgy for Tuesday."
"Fuck you," Shane spits, then looks nearly as surprised as Ilya feels. "I mean— stop it. Give me my stuff back if you're just going to be a jerk."
Shocked enough by the swear, Ilya hands him the journal and the Bible back. He doesn't apologize, stalks away to lean against the railing, and pulls out another cigarette.
He doesn't turn around, but he hears Shane writing. He wonders if it's still Galatians or if now he's praying. Praying to God that he'll stop liking cock. As if the ten-thousandth time would be the charm, and his wet dreams tonight will be full of pussy.
When the cigarette's done, Ilya turns back around. Swallows down the lump in his throat. "You still want to go to the lake today?"
Shane looks up from his journal. His eyes look glassy, but Ilya wouldn't dare mention it. He gives Ilya a half smile, apology and forgiveness rolled in one. "Yeah. I do."
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more camp au
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2.2k, E, Shane/Ilya, humiliation, roleplay, erectile dysfunction, slurs
"I'm sorry." Shane's voice is small, muffled because of how Ilya holds him.
"Sorry for what?"
"Sorry I can't get you hard." He sounds dazed, lips still fishlike where Ilya pushes them out. Rybka, Ilya could call him—if Ilya was being sweet.
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Ilya's not going to get hard for Shane; he's not gay.
word count: 8.1k
rating: e
tags: miscommunication, pining while fucking, situationship era, anal sex, rimming, getting weird about intimacy, getting ghosted, stealing your hookups scarf and jerking off about it
An angel. Shane's stomach flipped (or did it drop?) at such a tender comparison. On nights like these where everything was fast and Rozanov played rough with him, he half-expected something filthy, "whore", maybe, "slut," sharp Russian consonants that stung as deliciously as a slap to the meat of his cheek. Shane glowed, molten. With Rozanov's seed painting his red cheeks, he had seldom felt so debauched, and yet the man above him called him an angel.
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what's a guy gotta do to get a text back? jerk off about it?
a pox on all your houses
Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov || T || 19k || Part 2 of 2 [COMPLETE]
Part 1 || Part 2
Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Getting Together, Sort Of, Situationships, Relationship Status: It's Complicated, Tuna Melt Canon Divergence, Pre-Tuna Melt, Fluff and Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Ilya Rozanov Fucked Around Now He's Finding Out
"Chlamydia?" Ilya has never heard Hollander's voice reach such heights in the absence of a cock. "You have chlamydia?"
"I did not get it on purpose," Ilya complains.
would you be interested in a hr fandom book/film club? (poll below)
so this idea has been rolling around in my head for a few months now but 1) i've been busy as hell and 2) i knew i really needed to think abt it first and figure out how this whole thing could work. i'm pretty sure i've managed to work out the details so i wanted to put feelers out there and see how many people (if any) would be interested in following along and taking part in a lil book/film club!
here's the general idea for how things would hypothetically go:
each month, everyone participating will pledge to read 1 (or more) book(s), and/or watch 1 (or more) movie(s)
due to not everyone having access to the same libraries, stores, and streaming services, we will all choose our books and movies individually (but if you'd like to read/watch the same things with a friend/friends go right ahead!)
each month i'll post 3 prompts. choose the prompt(s) that speaks to you the most and apply it to your book/movie search. for example, one prompt might be "animal in title", which means that month you'd be reading a book or watching a movie that has any kind of animal in the title. these prompts are not mandatory to follow, just an added fun scavenger hunt element. ultimately, you can pick whatever book/movie you want! the prompts are mainly for people who struggle to choose what to read/watch and prefer some guidance
obviously, you do not have to complete all 3 prompts. the goal of this club is for everyone to just get back into reading/watching movies. the quantity doesn't matter, and neither does the length!
in all likelihood, i would be making a tumblr community that participants could join. throughout the month, we would use that community space to talk about what we're currently reading, watching, and share our thoughts and discuss amongst each other!
at the end of every month, everyone would do a monthly wrap-up of what they read/watched, and do little reviews if they'd like, share their favorite quotes, share what they didn't like, recommend or not recommend, whatever you wanna talk about! and if you have nothing to say and just wanna share what you read/watched, that's cool too!
additionally (bc i find this kinda thing fun) if you DNF (did not finish) a book or film, i might add a completely optional punishment prompt (more challenging) that you must complete. what kind of punishment? time will tell...
admittedly a lot of this is based on an extremely autistic board game that i made for myself several years ago and often use to decide what to read/watch. i'll be dusting off said homemade board game for this beautiful occasion.
SO:
would you be interested in a book/film club beginning in august?
yes
nah
maybe
Voting ended onJul 22
if you have any questions please ask!! or if there's something else you'd like to throw out there that may be a fun addition/diff way to do things, let me know!!
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