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As far as birthdays went, this one was pretty great so far. Ilya was still groggy from sleep, sprawled out on Shane's bed, but all his senses were on high alert and tracking Shane's hands all over his body – or at least it felt like they were everywhere at once. There was no mistaking where his mouth was, though.
Between the early morning sleepiness and lack of caffeine in his system, he couldn’t be sure what was coming out of his mouth, but it was making Shane hum and groan between his thighs and he just didn’t care either way. This felt too good to worry about dirty talk in any language right now.
Ilya’s limbs cooperated enough that he could run one hand in Shane’s hair, while his other tangled with Shane’s on his stomach, where he’d been running his fingers over his abs and up to his pecs from time to time. Ilya would probably never admit it out loud, but he’d much rather be holding Shane’s hand in his right now than anything else.
“Shane,” Ilya finally managed to say, pulling dark eyes up to meet his own. “Stop.” Shane frowned and Ilya had to say it again and pull on Shane’s hair to confirm he had heard correctly.
“Everything okay?” Shane nuzzled his inner thigh, hand still on Ilya, stroking lazily.
“Yes. Too close.”
Shane smiled up at him. “That’s kind of the point.”
“Funny.” Shane bit the spot he’d just kissed, then proceeded to kiss his way up Ilya’s body, stopping when he got to his lips.
“Morning, birthday boy.”
“Morning.” Ilya pulled their joined hands to his lips, kissing Shane’s palm then going for his lips.
“Can I get back to giving you your first birthday gift now?”
“That what it was? Was very nice.”
Shane smiled fondly at him and Ilya melted just a little. He was so gone for this man, it should be embarrassing. “Would be better if you let me finish what I was doing.”
Ilya was incredibly tempted to let him, especially when Shane ran his thumb over the slit and moved his hand just right like he did just then.
“Want you.”
“You want me to what?”
“Words are hard in morning,” Ilya groaned.
Shane waggled his brows at him, a mischievous grin on him. “Other things are hard too.”
“Exactly. Want to make you come.”
Shane let out a very interested moan while Ilya kissed him. Ilya knew Shane was into the idea – he could feel him pressed against his hip, it was hard to miss.
“You can do whatever you want to me tonight, but right now it is your birthday and you get to come.”
“Yes, my birthday. Do I not get to choose?” Ilya kissed Shane again and again.
Shane didn’t say much more from then on, clearly getting more into Ilya’s idea. He shifted so they were lined up, his fingers now wrapped around both of them, as best he could. Shane kissed Ilya’s neck, resting his forehead on Ilya’s shoulder. A string of incoherent swears were now tumbling from his lips.
“Shane. So close again.”
“Me too. Fuck you feel good.”
It didn’t take much longer before they were both saying the other’s name in the most reverent way and coating Ilya’s stomach with both their releases in the process.
“See? This is much better, yes,” Ilya said in Shane’s ear, kissing his cheek.
“Not sure about better, but it was damn good.” Shane turned his head to look at Ilya, that perfectly blissed out look on his face. “Happy birthday, Ilya.”
Ilya gave Shane that crooked smile that seemed to only ever come out for him, swiping a drop of come that had somehow gotten to Shane’s chin and making Shane suck it off his thumb.
“Yes it is,” he replied before diving in and kissing Shane hungrily, not giving a damn about the mess on his stomach as he flipped Shane to his back and continued kissing him.
“We have a schedule, you know,” Shane panted out when Ilya moved to his neck.
“Is my birthday. Why do we have a schedule?”
“Because, I had to reserve something and it involved some timelines.”
Ilya groaned and propped himself on his elbows. “I would like to cancel these plans.”
“Right now, I’m regretting it too. But I promise, you’ll love it.” Shane ran a hand through Ilya’s curls and Ilya could see him fighting to get them out of bed and where they had to go next. They didn’t often get lazy days where they could just stay in bed, and right now, that would most definitely be Ilya’s preference. “Let’s get in the shower. Faster we get there, faster we can come back. And you can do whatever you want to me for the rest of the day after that.”
“Anything?” Ilya’s gaze shifted to the drawer that held a few of their toys.
Shane didn’t have to look to know where Ilya was looking, and likely what exactly he was thinking if the blush that crept on his cheeks was an indication. “Anything.”
“That sounds like good plan.”
They showered – which took longer than it should have, like it usually did when they showered together – ate quickly and got dressed for the day. Shane looked nervous and excited and Ilya wasn’t sure what to make of it. Celebrating birthdays was still new. The month prior, for Shane’s birthday, Ilya hadn’t been able to plan much because of the playoffs. Shane hadn’t minded one bit, but Ilya had promised himself he’d make it up to him during the summer. He still hadn’t landed on exactly what he wanted to do, but based on the way Shane was bouncing around his house, Ilya might need to step up his game.
Ilya grabbed the keys to his SUV, but Shane shook his head at him. “You won’t need those.”
Ilya frowned. “We are not taking your Jeep.”
Shane laughed and kissed his lips. “We’re not. Come on.”
“There are only our two cars here. Are we not going somewhere,” Ilya asked as Shane pulled him to the front door.
Shane didn’t answer, just smiled at him as he pushed him out the front door ahead of him. And in the driveway, next to Ilya’s Mercedes SUV, was a bright yellow Audi R8 Spyder.
“Did you-“ Ilya started asking, but he couldn’t finish the sentence. There was no way Shane would have bought him a car for his birthday.
“I didn’t buy it, no,” Shane chuckled. He kissed Ilya’s shoulder and wrapped his arms around his waist. “She is on loan to us for the day. And I promise, you’ll have lots of fun with her too.”
“So we can have sex in there?”
Shane rolled his eyes at him. “First of all, I have no idea how that would work considering how cramped it is in there. And second, no. There will be no food, drinks, or sex of any kind in the fancy sports car I am renting for a day.”
“Such a buzzkill, Hollander.”
“One of us has to be responsible.”
“Fine, where do we go now?”
Shane handed him a key fob. “Get in, and I’ll tell you where to go. It’s just an hour away.”
Ilya kissed Shane yet again that morning, something he would never get tired of doing really.
“If you don’t stop,” Shane panted out when Ilya finally let go of his lips, “we will never leave the house.”
“Is tempting.” Ilya nipped Shane’s lower lip. “If we cannot have sex in the car, can we on the car?”
“Is that all you want today? I thought driving it would be fun.”
“Can I not have both?”
“I hadn’t planned for this much horniness, gotta say. We can maybe discuss it when we come back. Just can’t scratch it up.”
“That is very easy.”
They got in the car and Shane guided them to the highway. One of the perks of doing anything on a weekday in June was that traffic wasn’t as terrible as usual, so Ilya took advantage of this and drove the Audi faster than he strictly should on a regular road. Shane just shook his head whenever he passed a car and smiled fondly at him, reminding him he was on his own if he got a speeding ticket. Shane was the beloved one in this city after all.
“Wait, is that an airport?” Ilya was quite confused as Shane made him turn.
“Used to be, yeah. They still use it for transport and shit like that, but it doesn’t have passenger flights anymore.”
“Why are we here then?”
Shane smiled at him and pointed at a sign that was coming into view. ICAR Mirabel Motorsports.
“We are at a racetrack?”
“Yes we are. And yes, you can race the Audi, but if anything happens it’s coming out of your bank account, not mine. They have a few other cars for you to try too.”
Ilya was absolutely speechless. He knew Shane wasn’t the biggest fan of his former sports car collection and had worried that Ilya might get hurt more than once as a result. It was the only reason he didn’t love the Ducati either – he thought it was sexy as hell, but it terrified him to think of what could happen to Ilya. He knew Ilya was safe and careful, it was everyone else he didn’t trust. It kinda made sense that Shane would be fine with a closed race track – as long as Ilya didn’t mess it up.
They were greeted by a young lady who instructed them to go straight for the entrance to the track and she’d meet them there shortly. Ilya could barely contain himself when he lined the Audi up next to a row of Lamborghinis, Ferraris, and Porsches.
Ilya got out of the Audi and made a beeline for the other cars running a reverent hand along them as he made a mental list of which he absolutely had to drive before they left.
“When you’re done racing these,” Shane told him when he joined him at the Audi, “there’s a Go Kart track we can race each other on.”
“I might never want to leave.” Ilya crowded into Shane space, pressing him against the side of the car and taking his mouth with his own. “This is amazing, Shane. Thank you.”
“Happy birthday, Ilya. Please don’t kill yourself. I don’t think your coach would forgive me. And I might miss you, just a bit.”
“Just a little?”
“Tiny little bit.”
“Don’t worry, Mr. Hollander. My job is to make sure he doesn’t crash today,” the girl from the entrance said.
She introduced herself as Andy, and gave them more safety briefings then Ilya remembered getting when he started playing hockey. Her and her assistant would be in the cars with them so there was little chance of something going terribly wrong at least.
“Ready to get your ass kicked, Rozanov?” Shane chirped at him before putting on the helmet he’d been handed.
“You think you can beat me?” Ilya laughed at Shane’s overconfident nod. They really were competitive with each other about everything. “You are going down, Hollander.”