Page 88 of Heated Rivalry 1
Shane: Early. Why?
No reply. Shane felt kind of bad about the “why.” That was needlessly bitchy. He knew why.
A few minutes later, Ilya wrote back.What are you doing now?
Now? Now was one o’clock in the afternoon on a game day. AgainstBoston.
Shane: Nothing. I’m in my hotel room.
He stopped himself from writing “why” again.
Lily: Come over?
Shane’s heart stopped. Come over?Come over?Now?
Shane: I can’t! Don’t be stupid.
Lily: Come over. Not for long. An hour?
Shane actually let out a surprised laugh.
Shane: No. Come on. We both know that’s a bad idea.
Lily: Everything we do is a bad idea. Come over.
When Shane didn’t reply, Ilya added,It will be worth it. I promise. ;)
Shane shook his head. There was no way he was going to go over there. He could list a million reasons why he couldn’t go over there, and he ran them through his head as he grabbed his jacket and left the hotel room.
“I thought you were not coming,” Ilya said with an annoying little smirk.
“Yeah, well...”
Ilya’s smirk grew into a genuine, warm smile. Shane’s heart lurched. And then they were kissing and pulling at clothing and stumbling toward the bedroom, not breaking contact.
They had to be quick. Shane not only needed to leave soon, he shouldn’t even have been there in the first place. Ilya pushed him down on the bed and went to work on him with his mouth.
Shane watched him as he licked and sucked his cock, and allowed himself a moment to wonder at Ilya’s desperate need for thisbefore a game. Why was he so hungry for Shane that he had broken their sacred rule?
God, he was good with his mouth.
Something is wrong with Ilya. The thought hit Shane suddenly.
He should ask him about it.
After.
For now, Shane reached a hand down and caressed Ilya’s face. He let his fingers drift into his soft hair. He played with it, gently, and Ilya looked up at him. His eyes were dark, but there was more than lust there. Shane nodded at him, and Ilya turned his gaze down and focused on getting Shane off.
Shane came quickly, and Ilya swallowed it all with an encouraging hum. When he was done, he kissed his way up Shane’s body until he reached his mouth. Shane kissed him hungrily, and then he flipped them both over and slid down to return the favor.
In the wake of his own release, Shane could feel himself starting to panic. This was weird and bad andweird. They should a thousand percentnotbe doing this.
Which was, like, one percent more than the usual amount that they shouldnot be fucking doing this!
Except Ilya was breathing Shane’s name—hisfirstname—like a prayer and gazing at him like he was just as close as Shane was to saying something truly embarrassing and stupid and definite.
Shane dug his fingers into the hard muscle of Ilya’s thighs as he took his cock deeper into his mouth. If he kept his mouth busy, he wouldn’t be able to use it to ruin everything.
