for the wip word game - beer?
oh you know me so well 😈
it gains the more it gives (hollanov/chubby shane)
Ilya nods, hums his approval. He palms Shane’s chest. It’s still so much softer than it used to be. It makes Shane shiver, and it makes Ilya very hungry. “Do you like beer, Hollander? Or they didn’t have any ginger ale?” “Yes. I mean, well, they didn’t. But I actually only started drinking ginger ale because I didn’t want to drink beer during the season. I just grew a taste for it. I do like beer.” Ilya’s cock twitches against Shane’s meaty thigh. His mind helplessly circles around the phrase beer belly. “Ah.” “But now I’ll have one or two. Sometimes.” Shane says this very shyly for someone who is sliding his hands past the waistband of Ilya’s underwear to cop a feel of his ass. “Do you have any? In your fridge?” “Uh, yeah, I do, actually. Do you… want one? Sorry, I should have offered earlier.” Ilya smiles, nearly laughs, hides it in Shane’s neck so he won’t be able to see the totality of his affection. He kisses Shane’s throat and says, “Is okay. Yes, I want one. If you are having, too.” “Oh. Sure.” He pushes Ilya back a step, grabs his wrist, and pulls him toward his pristine kitchen. With his head in the fridge, Shane says, “IPA okay?” “Yes. Thank you.” Shane pops the cap off on the edge of the counter and hands the bottle to Ilya. He takes a sip and watches Shane do the same. Ilya asks, “So what diet is it that lets you have chicken parmesan and cheesecake and beer? It sounds good.” Shane huffs. He thumbs the edge of the bottle’s label. “It doesn’t. I’m using today as kind of a… cheat day, I guess.” Ilya’s heart shoots into his throat. Is it a coincidence that Shane’s cheat day is today, when Montreal is playing Boston, or is he hoping for a repeat of last time? “Oh? Shane Hollander does cheat days now?” Shane rolls his eyes. “Shut up. Yes.” Ilya stalks up to him, crowds him into the counter. Their stomachs touch before anything else does, a soft little press. The heat of him is intoxicating. Ilya says, “That is very good news.” Breathless, eyes on Ilya’s lips, Shane says, “It is?” Ilya smirks, kisses him lightly, once, twice, just to watch as Shane chases his mouth when he pulls back. Then his hand slides to the back of Shane’s head, pulls him in close. Ilya licks into his mouth. The lingering flavor of beer on Shane Hollander’s tongue might be the best thing Ilya has ever tasted. This time, it’s Shane who pulls back, only just far enough to speak without their lips touching. “So I was thinking…” Ilya groans. “What?” “We meet maybe four to six times a year, right? Like, on average.” Ilya entertains himself by palming at Shane’s love handles. “Yes.” Shane gasps. “I–I know guys who take at least twice as many cheat days.” It takes a moment for his meaning to sink in. Ilya pulls back a little more, so he can search Shane’s bright, pleading eyes. “You want to have your cheat days with me?” “Yeah, I mean, it makes sense, doesn’t it? I can’t just eat like that all the time. But maybe I can, you know, have this. With you.”
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