Shane is. Drunk. Like, Drunk ! ! ! In a serious way. And it is Ilya’s fault actually. Because it’s their one year wedding anniversary and Ilya booked them a really, really nice home by the sea for it, a small but stunning home and the bed is fucking huge, somehow bigger than a king? (Shane is obsessed with it, it has to be custom he’d stopped short of measuring the thing because it’s their anniversary trip and it’s fine but he is going to see if he can get one made for them because they take up a lot of space in the bed and as much as they kinda curl up into one small part together to sleep but everything other than sleep the extra big bed has been so so extra good)
Anyway so they are in this perfect lovely little beachside house that’s mostly bed and it’s just them for three nights and two full days (the most they could get during season) and the spend the first entire day in said massive bed but it’s the second night, and they spent the whole day in the ocean, on the sand (and well most of the day, there was a good few hours in the bed again because it’s them and the bed is so nice). But then they’d made use of the fire pit, build a nice fire like Shane’s cottage, their cottage- and eaten dinner with their fingers, fresh bread and cheese an deli meats and fruit- and they’d stayed outside even when it got cold, Ilya grabbing them jumpers and socks and the duvet off the bed.
And then there was the wine, two really nice bottles of red, and well one really cheap one because (to Ilya’s delight) was Shane’s actual favourite. They’ve made their way through the cheap one and are halfway through one of the nice ones, and it’s a bit sweeter than Ilya likes usually but it’s to Shane’s taste and Ilya loves the way he’s a little less careful now, let’s himself enjoy and indulge. So !! Shane is drunk !!!! And sprawled out on the outdoor lounge on top of Ilya and Ilya has his eyes closed, head tipped back to rest against the arm and his arm is up the back of Shane’s jumper his hand flat between his shoulder blades and his fingers are tapping along to the music floating outside from the speakers inside.
Shane is sleepy and heavy and drunk and his tongue is so heavy in his mouth, and he feels good, so loose and warm and happy, so unbelievably happy and well fucked and full and Ilya had made sure of it, made sure to order all the food Shane liked and filled the fridge with ginger ale and had slippers for inside like they had at home. Everything had been perfect, so perfect and he is so painfully in love and sooooo sooo lovely drunk.
His eyes are tired and a little sore from swimming all day and he’s blinking heavily but keeping his eyes open and on Ilya, his husband. His husband !!!!! His husband of one year and Ilya is so, so gorgeous and perfect and his. And they are gonna have a 20 year anniversary one day and Ilya will have some wrinkles by his eyes then and Shane will have been loving him so for many years and they will have some kids then, a few maybe and Shane has to take a long deep breath because his chest could maybe burst wot how much he loves Ilya and wants forever forever forever with him and another forever and six days past that. And his husband is so handsome, so handsome and Shane blinks to focus his eyes on him, properly and he wriggles up Ilya, closer, his chin digging into his chest and Ilya just hums happily at the pressure of Shane on him. And Shane smiles as he eyes the shape of Ilya’s face, the pretty shape of his mouth. Stained a bit in the centre of his lips from the wine, a dark red and god Shane loves his mouth. His perfect mouth, his husbands mouth.
Shane’s fingers move to his mouth and in the shadow of the fire, his cupids bow looks like a heart, it’s a pretty sharp line and Shane traces and traces the line of it, over and over and over and over, the soft skin under his finger making his eyes droop, it feels so nice. He can feel Ilya’s breaths, soft and warm from his nose and Shane can even loves Ilya’s breathing. Loves the way he has a slight double chin at this angle and his nose hairs that he can see. It’s so stupid. Ilya eventually laughs and parts his lips to nip at Shane’s fingertip. “Tickles” he gruffs and bites Shane’s finger again and Shane lets him and laughs when Ilya cracks one eye open to look at him, chews on Shane’s finger and asks him to pass him his glass of wine and Shane’s nods and he will but kisses Ilya stupid first to the taste the heart shape of his mouth.
