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So, this was becoming a thing.
Ilya had a new friend, in Hayden Pike of all people. He could hardly believe it sometimes, but he fully accepted it when he sent Hayden a Reel he thought was funny without thinking. It was surprising how well their senses' of humor aligned. It made sense though. Ilya had spent countless games seething with jealousy over the years, watching Hayden make Shane double over with laughter, something he only got to see up close a few times a year.
But that was then, and this is now.
They were on their way back from a guy's night out—a late one. Ilya was still a bit buzzed, if he was being honest, but he could make it home safely. He'd driven home in worse contidions before, much to his husband's chagrin.
"You shouldn't drive with a concussion Ilya,"
"You shouldn't drive with a spiral radial fracture Ilya,"
"Ilya, please don't fucking drive while your right eye is swollen shut for god's sake—"
Ilya was still happy about that black eye. He'd gotten it from a scuffle on the ice with an intolerant asshole. Naturally, the other guy looked worse, way worse.
So yes, Ilya was a touch buzzed, and the road was dark. It was going to rain soon, but hopefully not before they got back. The occasional streetlamps swung wedges of light through the car windows, illuminating the glitter still stuck to his and Hayden's skin.
That reminded him.
"So, Pike," Ilya asked.
Hayden sat up, blinking blearily at him, "Hm?"
Ilya smirked, "How was first time at gay bar?"
Hayden slumped back down in the seat, and raised two thumbs up, "Super cool—I really wasn't expecting the glitter though. Thought that was just a stereotype,"
"Is it?"
"Dunno,"
Ilya hummed.
"Wish Shane could've been there," Hayden sighed, then chuckled, "I mean, was expecting to get hit on but jeeezehe."
"Well, it was very dark in there so," Ilya shrugged, "People could not see what was lurking in front of them,"
"…don't ever say that I lurk again, I don't do that," Hayden said.
"But you have the face for it," Ilya said.
He still felt buzzed, and he wanted to hurry home. Shane was probably lying in wait for him, ready to pounce on him and bombard him with endless complaints about the camp registration forms.
"Hmf," Hayden grunted and sat up fully, "S'too quiet. I'm gonna play some music,"
"Play from my phone. It's a hassel to reconnet it to the car,"
"Righty ho,"
Hayden reached for the phone in the cup holder.
"Uh…password?"
Ilya rattled off the numbers, and sat up straighter in the driver's seat. His head felt heavy, and his skin felt hot. He wished he could teleport home.
Some dull, mournful tune started coming through the speakers, and Ilya raised an eyebrow at Hayden.
"What?" he set the phone back down, "I think we've had enough pop for the night,"
Ilya nodded in silent agreement. He wasn't really in the mood for anything too loud either.
The song went on, and Ilya found the feeling it gave him familiar. It sounded like something he would have listened to before he'd started his medication.
He looked over at Hayden again, and watched another wedge of light briefly illuminate his face, the specks of glitter on his cheeks. His eyes were closed, and his bottom lip was just slightly drawn up.
It hadn't been that dark at the club, if he was being honest.
"Would you say 30 to like… 37% is…high?" Hayden asked.
"Depends on what for," Ilya said.
He'd say he had a 37% chance to wake up sad in the morning. A 37% chance to misplace his keys, and a 37% chance at successfully convincing Shane to indulge a little when they went out to eat.
"Divorce," Hayden said plainly. Ilya stiffened.
"Ah," Ilya searched for words in English, but it was hard to find them through the lingering effects of the alcohol.
"Sorry—" Hayden said, "My bad, that's no fun."
"Is fine," Ilya said, and looked at Hayden fully for a second, before looking back at the road.
"I think it is relatively high." he said after a little while.
"Hm," Hayden said, "I wonder if knowing how high it was before would've made me try…harder,"
"You both tried, yes?" Ilya asked, "The counseling and the retreats and stuff. You tried, it did not work."
Hayden fell silent, and Ilya wondered if that was too blunt.
"We did try," Hayden breathed out, "But you're right, it didn't work,"
"Yes. Is the case with a lot of things,"
"Like you trying to beat my backwards skating record,"
"No," Ilya said, and Hayden laughed.
"I will beat it this year, Pike. It'll be easy. You will be shocked,"
"In your dreams Rozanov," Hayden said, reaching for Ilya's phone again. Ilya waited for the next song to play, but nothing happened.
"Uh, wow, shit—" Hayden dropped the phone like he just realized it was on fire.
"Pike, the fuck?" Ilya said, looking at where his phone fell at Hayden's feet.
"Sorry uh, Shane just sent a text with a photo and I saw it I'm sorry, jeez,"
A lash of heat struck Ilya's body. He was definitely still buzzed, because the alarm bells in his head weren't going off like they should have.
"Photo?"
"Yeah it's his um, he," Hayden cleared his throat, not able to say much else.
Jesus this was awkward.
Hayden rolled down a window in hopes that the air would cool him down, but all it did was make him realize how hot he'd gotten.
Just from one photo.
He'd seen more of Shane in half a second than he had in his entire life.
Hayden picked the phone back up, and flinched when he saw the image was fully open on the screen now, probably from the fall.
He stared.
Pink, stretched around black silicon, shiny, flushed, spread so fucking wide—
"Pike," Ilya said, dangerously low.
Hayden closed the messaging app as quickly as possible, but Ilya was still looking at him. They were stopped at an intersection, so Ilya's attention as fully on him. Hayden hesitantly met his eyes. "
I'm uh," Hayden swallowed, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to look for that long," he said, an awful mortification filling his chest.
Ilya kept looking at him, and saying nothing. Hayden stared back, until the red light illumitating Ilya's face turned green.
Slowly, Ilya turned back to the steering wheel and pulled off. Hayden sighed, staring out the window, but realized he was still holding the phone. He went to put it back.
"No,"
Hayden paused right before he put it in the cupholder, "Huh?"
"Don't put it back." Ilya said.
"Ok…?" Hayden held onto the phone, and it felt unweildy and foreign.
"He sent text with it, yes?"
"Yea—"
"Read it,"
Hayden's mouth went dry, but his thumb was already moving across the screen.
Shane 💙: [Image of Shane's asshole stretched around a black silicon buttplug]
Shane 💙: I wore your favorite, hope you aren't too tired.
Hayden let out a hot breath. Using his lungs was a manual task now.
"Type and send what I say," Ilya said. Hayden nodded.
Ilya: no i am not tired. we will be there soon
Hayden typed out the text and sent it, taking care not to capitalize anything and limit the punctuation.
Shane 💙: Right. We'll have to be quiet so Hayden doesn't hear us.
Shane 💙: Think you can do that Rozanov?
Hayden felt like he was straight up on fire now as he read the texts aloud. Ironically, he had a pretty good idea of how Shane would sound when he said them.
He wasn't oblivous to what was happening on that phone call years ago, not completely.
Ilya: it is you who has a hard time being quiet, not me
"I uh," Hayden said, "I don't really hear you guys when I stay over if it's any consolation. I sleep with headphones,"
"Cool," Ilya said, "I didn't ask. Next text,"
Hayden nodded, and read the next text.
Shane 💙: You shouldn't text and drive baby
Ilya: pike is driving
Shane 💙: That's nice of him
Shane 💙: I hope he's focused on the road and not the hard on you definitely have right now
And, well, Hayden's eyes were faster than any rational thought he could have had. He looked between Ilya's legs, which were spread noticeably wider in the driver's seat. The car passed a street lamp and, yeah, Ilya was hard.
"You two sure know each other well," Hayden breathed, trying to ease the boiling tension.
The car was huge, but right now it felt about the size of a shoe box. Ilya shifted in his seat, and shamelessly adjusted his jeans. The glitter on his forearms accentuated the way the muscles moved under his skin.
Ilya: do not worry
Ilya: he is very focused
Hayden squirmed.
Shane 💙: good
Shane 💙 : [Image]
"Hoh god," Hayden slapped the phone face down on his lap, "Again...I can't take this,"
"You can and you will take it," Ilya said, "I will not leave my husband needy; now tell me what he sent,"
Could a heart explode from beating too hard? Hayden wondered this as he took in the second photo Shane had sent.
"Oh," Hayden said breathlessly.
Shane had always been attractive, but this was something else. It was the kind of beauty that made you understand the Trojan war.
"He's uh, he's naked," Hayden started.
"No shit," Ilya said.
How could anyone find the words to describe this. Hayden's hands trembled as he tried.
"God he's,"
"Perfect, yes, now give details,"
"M'kay, yeah he's" Hayden increased the brightness, "It's a mirror selfie, but the angle is...creative...and he still has the plug in, and his eyes look..."
"Needy,"
"Mm," Hayden hummed in half agreement, half something else, "Needy."
Shane 💙: Need you so much
Right on the money.
Ilya: you have me, but you will have to tell me what you want me to do to you
Shane 💙: Easy. I want to be on top
Ilya huffed a laugh. Hayden glanced at him, and down again at his hard on.
God, a curious mind really was the worst.
"Of course he does. Bossy."
"Bossy?" Hayden asked, filled with an awful eagerness for Ilya's response.
"Yes," Ilya said, "Very bossy when he rides."
Hayden's imagination went into overdrive again, imagining Shane hips grinding against Ilya's, the muscles on his back shifting. Or maybe he bounced, sat back on his palms and put those thighs he spent so much time on to work.
"Nmm," Hayden's hips lifted ever so slightly off the seat.
Fuck.
Ilya's eyes caught the small movement, and he opened his mouth to say something, and Hayden was pretty sure he wanted to hear it. But then, a tap on the windshield.
Then another.
The taps quickened, until the windshield was speckled with raindrops.
"Ugh," Ilya sighed, switching on the wipers as the rain picked up.
"Guess we didn't make it back in time," Hayden said with as much composure as he could manage.
"Guess not,"
The rain beat steadily against the windows, mottling the light shining through them.
"You will do something for me now, Pike." Ilya said as they stopped at another light.
"Huh?"
"I think Shane will like it," he said.
Hayden was about to ask what he meant, but his lips failed to form words as he watched Ilya wrestle off his belt, undo his fly, and pull out his cock.
Hayden, despite the lustful fog swirling in his mind, still managed to be outraged at the size.
"That's such bullshit," he said, "God, what's that 8 inches?"
"Nine," Ilya said, smirking.
"Of course, yeah, sure," Hayden waved a hand, "Wait, what is it you want me to do?"
"You will record yourself stroking my dick, then send it to Shane,"
"Oh," Hayden said, and caught himself from automatically obeying (becaue god, Ilya had such a commanding voice.)
"But…Shane, won't he?"
"Be pissed? No," Ilya said, "He will like it,"
"Really…but I'm…" Hayden trailed off.
"Not me, no, which is a shame because no one else can compare to me,"
Hayden wanted to shove Ilya's face into the steering wheel.
"But you're also…not bad looking. You have appeal of a wet dog,"
"A wet dog?"
"Yes, now," Ilya gestured to his cock, "Again, I do not like to keep Shane waiting,"
"Yeah, right uh," Hayden licked his lips, and reached over the center console.
"We're gonna be back soon," he said, fingers just barely brushing against it.
"Yes. This is good foreplay,"
"…is this…going where I think it's going?"
"If you want it to,"
Hayden thought about it. He realized over the months since the divorce was finalized that he had all of these suddenly needless reservations.
So, he broke through all of them at once, and wrapped his hand around Ilya's cock.
"I want it to,"
Ilya's eyelids drooped, and he hummed, "Mmm, good." he pushed his hips up, and Hayden gasped as the cock in his hands throbbed, pushing through his loose fist, "Start recording,"
"Kay," Hayden said, fumbling with the phone and centerng Ilya's cock in the frame. He wasn't sure what to say, so he said nothing, and started stroking.
God, what a feeling. It was so hot, and soft, but hard. The veins slid against his palm, and something slick gradually began to coat his hand. Precum.
Hayden was unbelievably hard right now.
And Ilya was unbelievably, unfairly, infuriatingly hot.
Asshole.
Hayden kept his pace, only breaking it to spit in his palm, which Ilya definitely appreciated if the ensuing growl was anything to go by.
He wondered how Shane held Ilya's cock, how he gripped it. Did Hayden compare at all? Probably not, but he'd be damned if he wasn't going to be a close second.
He tightened his grip, and the car surged forward just a bit.
"Fuck, Pike, easy,"
"Sorry," Hayden said.
His face was probably beet red, and he couldn't stop licking his lips, watching the swollen, leaking and red tip pop through repeatly pop through his fist. The sound of his stroking had gotten obscenely wet. That, their heavy breathing, and the rain were the only other sounds in the car.
Eventually, Ilya's hips started pushing up to meet Hayden's strokes, and Hayden couldn't help but squeeze and pull harder in response, pressing his thumb against the the tip. In the occasional light, Hayden noticed that the glitter had gotten on Ilya's dick, sparkling along his shaft. He went for one last tug.
"Mff," Ilya huffed, "Pike—"
"God, Rozanov," Hayden sighed, watching Ilya's cock pulse out ropes of cum over his fist. He kept stroking him through it, until Ilya was borderline whimpering.
"Jeez," Hayden said, pulling his frosted hand back, "That was uh,"
"Good," Ilya said.
"Yeah, good. Real good," Hayden laughed. Realizing he was still recording, he stopped the video, sent it, and set the phone back in the cup holder.
"Napkins are in the glove compartment," Ilya said, still a little out of breath.
"Thanks," Hayden said, opening it and grabbing a few.
After wiping his hands, he realized they'd be back to the cottage in just a few minutes.
"…that was foreplay?"
"Yes,"
"Oh," Hayden said, "Ok,"
Ilya's phone lit up with a notification. They both looked at each other, Ilya's gaze expectant. Hayden took the phone into his hands one last time, heart pounding as they got closer to the cottage.