Travels with Shane and Ilya
Part One - Ireland
“I told you not to put it in on the plane.” Ilya could see the look of mild panic in Shane’s eyes when he saw the length of the arrivals queue at Knock Airport.
“It’s that woman in the opposite row’s fault. I asked her how long it takes to get from the airport to Ashleigh Castle and she said, Ahh no time at all. You’ll be grand.”
Shane elbowed Ilya because he could see the smirk appearing on his face.
“You’re so impatient.” Ilya said, biting his bottom lip in a stupidly attractive way that made Shane clench even harder. “And you’re also terrible at doing an Irish accent!” Ilya laughed and slid his hand down into Shane’s back trouser pocket. They’d been travelling for almost eighteen hours. Ottawa to Toronto. Toronto to Heathrow, and finally Heathrow to Knock. Ilya had wanted to book an overnight stay in London to experience the Soho nightlife, but Shane had pouted at that. Shane wanted to go straight to the quiet, and very romantic, Irish castle. The huge fireplaces and grand rooms he’d seen on the website did something to his brain, and he couldn’t stop fantasising about seeing Ilya spread eagled on one of those luxurious four poster beds.
“Shane?” Ilya playfully squeezed Shane’s butt, snapping him out of his daydream. The queue was moving forward, but not fast enough for someone who had impatiently decided to insert a plug just before landing, thinking he would be all cosy and naked in “no time at all”. It seemed to take forever to get to the passport control desk.
“Now then lads. What brings you to Mayo on this fine day?” The guard had the look of someone who could easily smile and make polite conversation with you, while also bending you over in an examination room to do a full body check for illicit substances. Shane gulped.
“We are on our honeymoon.” Ilya beamed.
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To be continued
