Runaways AU
Shane shut his eyes and let everything around him flow in: the sound of the pattering rain storm on the roof, the rolling thunder that joined in every minute or so, the diffuse light from the bedroom window, Ilya's dick as it slid just where he needed it. He loved it here.
"Do you have any plans for tomorrow?" Ilya murmured beneath him. Shane rocked down onto him with few more gentle thrusts before answering. "You mean other than cutting up the trees that are about to cover the roadway again." Ilya laughed. Shane felt it inside of him. The sensation was divine. "Yes, other than that."
Shane kept rocking absently, enjoying the slow stretch he was gifted. "No, not really. Why?"
Ilya's hands ran up his sides and groped at his muscles. "You know Martha's best friend? Susie?"
Shane shuttered under the touch and let out a contented sigh. "Sorry." He shook his head.
"Susie Herbs."
"Like Sheriff Herbs?" Ilya laughed again, harder this time and his dick slipped out of Shane's hole—much to both their chagrin. Still Ilya laughed. "You have to stop only remembering the men in this town!" Ilya gently shoved Shane until he was on his back. "but yes, she is his older sister. She married but got divorced and took her old name back." Ilya crawled overtop Shane and lined up his cock once more. "Do not ask Martha about Susie's ex-husband. I learned that the hard way."
"Okay, what about Susie?" Anything more Shane planned to say was replaced with a soft gasp as Ilya pushed back inside of him. "Her farm dog Maggie got out roughly three months ago. She came back pregnant." Shane's stomach clenched at the word 'pregnant' but if Ilya felt it he didn't comment. "Susie didn't spay her?" Shane knew he was judging. Ilya only smiled down at him. "fortunately for me, no." "fortunately?"
"Ms. Maggie May just had her puppies! Susie has invited us to come say hi." "oh… oh!" Ilya started moving again, hitting Shane right where he needed him most.
Shane's hands flew up and he shoved them into Ilya's hair. "Fuck. Right there. God." "You're so perfect," Ilya slurred. Shane leaned up and captured Ilya's mouth in a kiss. Their hips rolled together. Shane sank back into the pillow. "I love you so much." He blinked and stared into Ilya's eyes, cataloguing every dance of the soft light peeling in from the stormy windows.
A thought Shane couldn't place flickered across Ilya's face. He opened his mouth to ask but Ilya spoke first."You never used to let me fuck you like this." Ilya voice was filled with wonder.
Shane wanted to frown. He was too in love. "Like what?" Ilya's head came down to burry itself into the crook of Shane's neck. "Like… talking." Their hips slapped with a rhythm more beautiful than any music. "With you completely aware of what is around you."
Shane thrust up to meet ilya, letting his husband's cock drag across muscle and press deep into him. Shane's mouth hung open in pleasure, he looked up at the man he loved with soft eyes. "I don't understand." "I love getting you out of your head," Ilya whispered into his skin. "I love fucking you so much and so well that you can't think about anything."
Shane's legs fell apart even wider at the words, welcoming Ilya deeper inside. "I love that too." "But that was the only way I was able to fuck you. You had to be out of your head, or you would not be satisfied, if you could still think your anxiety would keep you away from pleasure." Ilya's hands were moving again, cupping Shane's chest and arms and thighs. It was enough to sooth, but not distract from, the words being spoken. "Sometimes it felt like sex wasn't for us anymore, it was just medicine. The only way you could get yourself to stop hurting."
A small wretched thing whimpered in Shane's chest. "No I-"
"I didn't mind," Ilya interrupted with too much affection for Shane to doubt him. Shane still felt like he should apologize for something. "It was the same for me for many years before I met you," Ilya continued. "I understood. And not always did it feel like sex was being used like a remedy. Only sometimes. But always you did have to stop thinking."
"If I was fully aware I would just imagine my mom or something and that wasn't very-" Shane tried to not sound defensive—he succeeded by virtue of the fact that as he spoke Ilya hit his prostate dead on and he moaned unabated into Ilya's curls. "But look at us now." Ilya sounded so proud. "Fucking and talking, aware and capable. I will drive you out of your head tomorrow, my love. Today I want you to cum looking into my eyes and knowing exactly who you are."
Shane let go of Ilya's head so he could pull back, and they could look at each other. He wrapped his arms around Ilya's back instead. He needed Ilya closer, as close as he could get. He needed to fuse himself to Ilya and pour all the love his soul carried straight through the skin from one chest into the other. "And who am I?"
"You are mine." Ilya turned and sucked a wild kiss into Shane's throat before returning to revel in being seen. "You are Shane." Ilya's thrusts sped up, hitting Shane's prostate dead center every time. "You are Freedom."
Shane gasped under Ilya's gaze and spilled into the space between them.
"I'm yours."
Ilya followed him over the edge.
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They lay in the afterglow until the spring rain retreated over the hills and only the thunder could be heard from the fleeing storm.
"Ilya," Shane murmured sleepily. "Let's go see those puppies."
"Fuck yes!"
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