One of the Shane's traits that Ilya finds most endearing is his inquisitiveness. Shane asks a lot of questions. He asks about people, he asks hypotheticals, he asks for opinions. He even asks follow-up questions.
It's not rare for Shane to start a conversation with an abrupt, blunt question. So it really shouldn't have surprised him when Shane interrupted the comfortable silence of breakfast to ask, "did you like fucking women more than men?"
Ilya paused, his spoonful of Lucky Charms (Shane could pry them from his cold dead hands) half way to his mouth. "What?"
"Like before we were together, obviously."
"Shane, you know I love fucking you more than I've ever loved fucking anyone else."
"I know," Shane rolled his eyes and held up his wedding ring. "I meant, like, in general."
"Why are you asking then?"
"Rose asked me once if being with a man was better," Shane explained. "And obviously, yes for me, because I'm gay. But you like both, so I just... I dunno. I wondered if you liked one a little better."
"Hmm," Ilya considered. He tried to answer all Shane's questions as well as he could. "I don't know. I have only been with two men."
"Yes," Ilya nodded. "Just you and Sasha. It was risky to find men and I like women, so. That was easier. Sometimes men flirt with me but they weren't..."
"They weren't...," Ilya realized his answer then, one he hadn't even been aware of until he thought about it. "They weren't you."
Shane did one of Ilya's favourite smiles. His lips pressed together, a little awkward, one that he couldn't control and he did when he was really pleased.
But of course, now Shane was curious, so he followed up, "how is it different?"
"You have fucked women, Shane."
"I know," Shane rolled his eyes. "But I wasn't attracted to them. You were. I mean, it must of been good."
"With me, always," Ilya smirked and Shane scoffed, but didn't deny it. "It's different in a lot of ways. I can be rougher with you."
"Yes. Some women like rough, too, but I can't be too rough. Most women don't like sucking cock as much as you do."
"They don't?" Shane's brows drew together, so adorably confused about how someone wouldn't love sucking cock.
"Not usually," Ilya shrugged. "But it was fine. More time for eating pussy."
Shane scrunched up his face like Ilya didn't just eat him out this morning. Or maybe he was jealous. Like a jealous little kitten when their mama is paying attention to someone else
Ilya suddenly got an idea. A great idea.
"Biggest difference was probably the challenge," Ilya lamented, keeping a close eye on Shane's expression.
"What challenge," Shane eyes zeroed in on him like a little cat on a laser pointer.
"Oh you know," Ilya said distractedly, using all his self control to keep his face blank. "How many times women can come."
"They don't have a, uh, cool down time, you know," Ilya said. It might not have been strictly true. He knew most women needed a little cool down, but much less than men. But he didn't have time for semantics right now while he's trying to rile up his husband. "I mean, they can come over and over and over..."
"I get it," Shane said tightly, stabbing his protein pancake with a little too much force.
"I think my record was like 20 times in one hour."
"Oh fuck off, it was not."
It was not. More like 8 times, which was still impressive, in his humble opinion.
Then Shane paused and considered him. He had that cute concentrated face he gets when he's thinking through a play.
"We have tomorrow off," Shane thought aloud. "We could go by day instead of hour because that's fucking impossible. Or, maybe 12 hour periods." Shane taps his fingers against the table and narrows his eyes. "We could keep score with each other."
This isn't fair. This was Ilya's fun game to make Shane jealous and get to fuck a jealous Shane before practice which was one of his favourite types of Shane to fuck.
"What do you mean," Ilya asked.
"We make it a challenge," Shane smirked a little. "Since you miss that so much. Tomorrow. 12 hours. How many times I make you come are points for me and how many times you make me come are points for you."
"Fuck, Shane," Ilya readjusted himself and glanced at the clock. "We have 2 hours before practice. We can get a head start."
"No way," Shane stood up and started clearing the table. "We need to start fresh for tomorrow. No sex today or tonight."
He really should have known that first question was a fucking trap.
Ilya groaned and grabbed his bowl to help Shane clear up breakfast. It was going to be a long day. And an even longer day tomorrow. (He couldn't wait)
