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They had only been in Spain for a few days before Ilya suggested they go to a club. Shane knew it was coming and shouldn’t have been surprised but was still fully unprepared how to answer. Clubs had never been Shane’s scene, but maybe that was due to the fact that he had never allowed himself to truly be seen in public. Now it was different. Him and Ilya were married, and publicly out, and that should have made a difference. But Shane was still unsure.

Ilya knew he would feel this way, but like always, wanted to push him out of his comfort zone.

They had been laying on the beach almost all day, salty and warm. Although they were in public, both men were having a hard time keeping their hands off of each other. Multiple times, Shane had to push Ilya away or else the other tourists were going to get a show.

“We should go back to the room,” Ilya murmured in Shane's ear, as he kissed him lightly on the neck and under his ears.

“You’ve been saying that for over an hour,” Shane sighed, turning his head, giving Ilya more access to his salty skin. “If you want to go back up, then I am more than willing.”

“But then everyone would see our giant boners in our swimsuits,” Ilya smiled into Shane’s shoulder, giving it a soft kiss.

“Who’s fault is that?” Shane said with just the right amount of sass that drove Ilya a little crazy.

“It's your fault. Your freckles and your smooth chest,” Ily’s hand moved slowly down Shane’s stomach. Shane yelped as Ilya attempted to slip his fingers under the waistband of his shorts. Although they were somewhat concealed by the giant umbrella, Shane was still pretty sure it was illegal to have sex on a public beach. Also, it really wasn’t Shane’s style.

So Shane sat up, while he still had his wits about him. He crossed his legs, put his hands on his knees, and closed his eyes.

“Shane, you fucking meditating right now?”

“I am trying to focus on my breathing so my dick goes soft so I can make it back to the room with some dignity.”

Ilya sat up, looked over at Shane, and shook his head.

“I’m getting in the water,” he said, leaning over to kiss Shane’s shoulder. “The cold should really shrink my dick.”

Shane let out a small laugh as Ilya got up, adjusting himself in the process, and jogged towards the water.

Shane cracked his eyes open and watched the Ilya make his way to the water. The muscles of his shoulders flexed as he jogged, his curls bouncing lightly, his ass moving just right…Shane had to stop or this boner was never going to go away. However, he just happened to see a few guys walking along the beach that literally stopped and stared as Ilya jogged by them.

Mine, he thought angrily in his head. He is mine. Any kind of feelings of desire were now placed by a burning rage. Shane rarely felt this level of jealousy, but now that Ilya was truly his and they didn’t have to hide, Shane found that his possessiveness towards Ilya had actually increased.

Shane’s meditation was forgotten as he watched the men watch Ilya ride a few waves and come up sputtering and laughing, water dripping in his face. As Ilya emerged from the water, like some Greek God, the men approached him. Shane watched Ilya stick out his hand and have a few words and a laugh with the men. Shane’s stomach broiled. After a few minutes, Ilya walked back, grinning.

“Let’s go,” he said, “my dick has calmed down. In fact, I think my balls have disappeared into my body,” he opened his shorts for a quick peek, but Shane got up and started packing the bags.

“Are you sure you dick didn’t get hard talking to those guys,” Shane muttered, loud enough for Ilya to hear. Ilya’s face cracked in half from his smile.

“You are jealous!”

“I am not!” Shane had already packed up half of their stuff. Shane hated feeling jealous. It made him feel out of control. He knew it was a stupid and silly emotion, but he hadn’t been able to get past it.

Ilya didn’t press any further, but simply helped Shane gather their things, grinning the entire time. As they set off towards the hotel room, Shane said, without turning to Ilya, “we are going out tonight, like you wanted. But I am going to make sure this whole damn country knows just who you belong with.”

Ilya’s cock responded instantly to Shane’s declaration, and he was grateful for the giant beach bag he was carrying so that no one else could see it. Shane’s pace never let up as they walked from the beach into the back entrance to the hotel, across the large foyer into the elevator. Much to Ilya’s dismay, they were not the only people in the elevator, so he smiled politely at the other patrons, and scooted closer to Shane. At one point Shane looked over his shoulder at him, his eyes smoldering, and Ilya’s breath caught. What had gotten into Shane because he fucking loved it!

Shane marched straight out of the elevator to their room with Ilya close behind. Shane placed the key on the door, and it opened with a click. Shane had walked in, put down their bags in the bathroom because, well, sand, and then came at Ilya. Shane held out his hands for the things. Ilya handed them to Shane wordlessly, still wondering what had come over him.

“Shane, I...” but then Shane was on him. He had him pushed up against the wall, Ilya’s face in Shane’s hand. Ilya was delighted at this show of aggression and hungrily kissed Shane back.

“Is that what feeling jealous does to you,” he murmured as Shane pushed Ilya’s shorts to the floor. “Fuck, Shane,” his the back of his head against the wall as Shane dropped to his knees. Shane looked up at him through his lashes, his lips wrapped around his cock, bobbing up and down. He let up the pace of his sucking and pulled off Ilya briefly to growl, “Mine.”

“Yes, Shane. That cock is yours. Only for you.”

“All of you is mine,” and then Shane’s mouth was back on Ilya’s cock, and Ilya could barely contain himself.

“Shane, I am...” and Ilya couldn’t get the last words out because Shane grabbed his ass and pushed his cock even deeper down his throat, and Ilya exploded inside of him. Shane didn’t even flinch at Ilya’s release as he swallowed it down and then slowly eased off him.

Shane rocked back on his heels and sat on the floor. Ilya’s body was like a limp noodle, so he sank to the floor next to Shane, reaching for him. Shane crawled to him and straddled his lap. He looked a little dazed himself, almost as if he couldn’t believe what he had just done.

“I don’t know what came over me,” Shane admitted sheepishly. “I saw those guys talking to you and you looked all hot and tan and muscly and my brain glitched."

“So, can you finally admit you were jealous,” Ilya reached up and stroked Shane’s cheek, and Shane leaned into the palm of his hand. He sighed.

“Yes,” he conceded. “I was jealous.”

“I like it,” Ilya leaned forward and kissed his neck.

“Of course you do,” Shane sighed into Ilya’s hand even more.

“Should we shower?” Ilya said softly in his ear. “I know you don’t like being sandy.”

Shane nodded and pushed himself into a standing position, and reached out hand to help Ilya. He sprang up, which was surprising considering the intensity of his last orgasm, and booped Shane on the nose. “Let’s get all nice and clean so we can get all dirty at the club tonight.” Shane’s smile was more of a grimace. He knew how much Ilya loved going out to clubs, with the music and the lights and the sweaty bodies.

Shane couldn’t help but think of the time years ago when they had gone out to see Fabian perform, and they hadn’t been out yet. They were standing so close but couldn’t touch each other. He knew Ilya had felt the tension too, the wanting and it being forbidden. This would be the first time they would be going out to a club, together, as a couple.

They were in a completely different country, far away from anyone that might know them. When Scott had suggested this location, he had done so because it was very gay friendly, so it’s not like they would be outsiders. But Shane was still nervous. This was a big step for him, beyond the fact that he was a gay man with a husband. He knew that many people in this club may be very open about their attraction to whomever they were dancing with or talking to. Shane loved Ilya so much and loved being affectionate with him, but he just wasn’t a “let’s be affectionate in public” kind of guy. Holding hands and hugging sure. But he had seen how people acted in clubs. Was he expected to be like that? Is that what Ilya would want? Could he be that way for Ilya, knowing that Ilya enjoyed it.

When Ilya reached for Shane in the shower, Shane’s head had been spinning, and he absentmindedly moved his hand away. Ilya looked surprised, but Shane recovered quickly. “Let’s save it for tonight. I want to be so turned on by you I can barely stand it.”

Ilya raised his eyebrows, as droplets of water dripped down his face. “Is that a challenge, Hollander?”

“Maybe,” Shane said shyly. Ilya grinned and kissed him, but kept his hands above the waist.

They both got dressed in lightweight clothes, knowing that the club would be hot, not to mention the fact that it had barely cooled down outside after the sun had set. Ilya wore that floral themed button down shirt that Shane loved for the Tampa Bay All-star game and khaki shorts and his Nike’s. Shane wore a light blue button down with navy shorts and tennis shoes. Shane had thought about wearing sandals, but Ilya had reminded him of the possibility of spilled drinks and sticky floors.

For dinner, they decided to walk down the local main drag and find an outdoor cafe that would only be a few blocks or so from the club. They sat outside in the night air, a cool breeze tickling the napes of their neck. Ilya sat across the table from Shane, tan and glowing, his curls lightly blowing in the wind. Shane couldn’t take his eyes off of him.

“What?” Ilya asked, his eyes dancing, knowing exactly why Shane was staring at him.

“You are just really hot, and I can’t believe you are mine. Sometimes it just kind of hits me out of nowhere, you know. We spent all of this time hiding and sneaking around and now,” Shane spread his arms wide, “ we are in fucking Spain on our honeymoon and you are sitting across me looking like that and it’s just,” Shane’s voice caught a bit and his already flushed cheeks pinked even more, “it’s overwhelming.”

Ilya grinned at him as Shane felt a small nudge from Ilya's foot on his. “We are very lucky.”

“We are! That’s what I am trying to say. After all of this, after all this time, we get to be together. Like this. Out loud. For everyone to see.”

“It’s great right,” Ilya took a sip of his beer. “You are hot. I am hot. And now we can be hot together in public.”

Shane laughed. “Sure,” and took a sip of his beer. Man, it had been so long since he let himself enjoy a beer. It was so cool and refreshing.

Ilya dug in his pocket and produced two squares of gummy candy.

“What is this?” Shane asked, knowing exactly what it was.

“It is legal here, so I thought it might be fun. You are a lightweight, so I would suggest taking small bites at first.”

“Ilya, you know I don’t really use THC. Remember that one time I took a gummy, and I thought I forgot how to breathe.”

“You ate the whole thing when I told you not to! I am telling you now do not eat the whole thing. Just tiny bites. Have a bit, see how you feel. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to have it anymore of it. I just thought it might loosen you up.” That crooked smile worked every damn time on Shane.

“Fine, I will take a tiny bite, but that is it,” Shane sounded hesitant, but fuck, it was his honeymoon, in fucking Spain, with his hot ass husband. He could be loose. Chill. Fun.

He took the square Ilya handed to him and then with his steak knife cut four tiny squares. Across from him, Ilya raised his eyebrows in amusement, but said nothing. Shane gingerly picked up one of the four squares and then put the other three in a napkin, folded it, and put it in his short's pocket.

“That was the most Shane Hollander thing ever,” Ilya didn’t laugh but the corners of his lips were turned up.

“I like to know what I am consuming. So now, I have four equal parts that I can assess how each one makes me feel and adjust accordingly.”

“Hot,” Ilya said dryly as he took a drink of his beer. Shane knew he was teasing, but gently stomped on his toe under the table.

“Oh, my foot,” Ilya dramatically flailed over the table and when Shane leaned down to kick him again, his foot had moved.

“No kicking,” Ilya pointed a finger at Shane and then Shane did the most unlike Shane Hollander thing ever. He leaned over and took Ilya’s pointer finger in his mouth, never breaking eye contact with him. Ilya’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open as Shane gave his finger and quick suck and lick and then moved back to lounge in his seat, as if nothing happened. Ilya was still sitting there stunned, finger still pointing at Shane.

Shane leaned back casually in his chair, arm draped over the back, nonchalantly checking out his surroundings. Ilya had still not moved. Now Shane looked at him, eyebrows raised. “You were saying.”

Shane had never seen Ilya so flabbergasted before. He was very proud of himself. When Ilya finally could speak again, he said “That was fucking hot Hollander.”

“Well, it’s going to get a whole lot hotter tonight Rozanov. Are you ready?”

Ilya started shoveling his food in his mouth at an alarming rate, as Shane took his time with his meal. Shane had barely had his last bite when Ilya was flagging the waiter down for their check.

“In a hurry Rozanov? Got a hot date?” Shane didn’t know where this streak of boldness was coming from, but he was enjoying what it was doing to Ilya.

“You are too far away from me,” Ilya said with a slight growl to his voice.

Shane leaned across the table. “I believe we will be very close very soon. You need to show some patience.”

“Fuck that.”

The waiter came back with Ilya’s card, and Ilya practically tugged Shane out the door. Ilya gripped Shane’s hand tight as he led them down the busy street. Suddenly, Ilya yanked Shane to the side. They were in a small side alley, between two shops that were closed for the night. Ilya pushed Shane up against the wall and shoved a knee between his legs.

“Hollander, you are playing a dangerous game,” he breathed in his face, his lips so close to Shane’s. His mouth traveled to Shane’s neck as Shane pretended to struggle against the weight of Ilya.

“I wasn’t aware we were playing a game,” Shane murmured, as his hand traveled to the bulge in between Ilya’s leg.

“I will take you back to the hotel right now and fuck you until we both can’t walk,” Ilya growled into his neck.

“Oh no, that sounds terrible,” Shane said flatly. “Now we don’t have to go to the club.”

“Ahhh, I see,” Ilya was smiling now. “You want to get me so turned on that I say fuck the club and drag you back to the hotel.”

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” he said with wide, innocent eyes. Shane was pretty proud of his acting abilities at the moment. He was having fun playing this part.

Ilya took a step back from the heat of Shane’s body and took a big breath. “We can go back. I know clubs aren’t your thing,” Ilya was trying to be thoughtful but he did look disappointed. Shane feared he had pushed it too far.

He raised his hands to cup Ilya’s face. “Ilya, I want to go because you want to go. I know it’s not my thing, but it’s your thing. I was just, you know, playing with you. You tease me all the time. Can’t I tease you sometimes?”

“Yes, but it is hard to tell when you tease sometimes.”

Shane smiled and kissed his husband. “Let’s go get sweaty with a bunch of other people.”

Ilya’s eyes lit up as he grabbed Shane’s face for a kiss. They were both laughing after a few seconds. Ilya took Shane’s hand, and they walked back on the street together.

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The club was a few blocks away, and Ilya and Shane were thoroughly enjoying people watching as they walked.

“There are so many hot people here,” said Ilya matter of factly. “Is it a requirement here or something?”

“Who are you enjoying more? The men or the women?” In the past, Ilya’s comment would have made Shane feel insecure, but Shane had been working on that with his own therapist. He knew Ilya loved him and had no desire to be unfaithful to him, so they had started checking people out together.

“Both, all!” Ilya gestured excitedly towards the people milling around the street. Although Shane was mainly attracted to men, he could appreciate beautiful women.

“I bet those two have super hot sex,” Shane nudged Ilya with his elbow. A man and woman were dancing on the sidewalk as street musicians played a slow melody. They had their arms wrapped around each other and were kissing each other slowly, as if no one else was around.

“Do you think you would like to watch?” Ilya nibbled his ear a bit. “I bet there are places we could do that. I know there are certain countries where they have these places where…”

Shane held up his hand. “I enjoy our theoretical fantasies about strangers, but I am not sure how I would feel watching it, in a public space.”

“Boring,” Ilya sniffed, but Shane grinned at him.

“I have gotten way less boring. We are going to a club aren’t we?”

“Will you dance with me?” Ilya stopped him on the street and gathered him in his arms. “When I saw you at the club in Montreal with Rose, the first thing I thought was if you would have let me dance with you, touch you,” Ilya snaked his hand up Shane’s shirt and kissed his neck. Shane was very aware they were on a crowded street, but he wasn’t sure he cared at the moment.

“When we were at Fabian’s show, all I wanted to do was throw you up against a wall,” his head was tipped back as Ilya continued kissing his neck.

“Ahh, so this will be fun, yes.” Ilya pulled away and grinned at Shane.

“We are not having sex at a club,” Shane said sternly, furrowing his brows.

“Blow jobs?” Ilya said with raised eyebrows.

“No!”

“Hand jobs?”

“Maybe,” Shane said slyly and started walking away as Ilya jogged to catch up.

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There had been a line to get in, but it had moved fast. Although the AC was pumping in the club, people were very sweaty and in various stages of undress. No one was completely naked, but there were girls in bikini tops and men with no shirts on. The music throbbed around them.

“Drinks?” Ilya asked and Shane followed him to the bar. He could tell the gummy he had eaten earlier was starting to kick in. He felt loose and relaxed, his skin a little tingly. He decided to eat one more tiny square of it.

“My gummy is kicking in so just get me a club soda with lime. It sounds so refreshing right now.”

Ilya grinned at him. “You like the gummy?”

“I feel nice,” Shane admitted, “but I don’t want to fuck up this buzz with too much booze, ya know.”

“Yes, we are nice and loose,” Ilya said, bumping Shane with his hip.

Shane bumped it back and turned to look at the crowd. There were people dancing on top of giant blocks, but they looked like they worked there and were not patrons. Hired dancers. The dance floor was huge and crowded. There was a DJ playing a variety of songs, but many were in different languages that Shane didn’t recognize. There was one song in French. There were mainly EDM and techno songs, but occasionally there was a song with actual words.

Most people didn’t seem interested in what the songs were saying but more how they were feeling. Hot sweaty bodies were draped all over each other. There were a handful of instances where one person was sandwiched in between two others, and Shane wondered what it would feel like to be pressed in the middle.

“See something you like,” Ilya said in his ear and then gently bit it.

“I was just watching” and for the first time tonight, he felt embarrassed. There was no one else for him but Ilya, but the idea of being in between two bodies was kind of hot.

“Watching what?” Ilya was behind him now. He reached around and handed Shane his drink. Once Shane held his own drink, Ilya pressed his hand against Shane’s torso and ground himself into Shane’s ass.

Shane leaned his head back on Ilya’s shoulder, “just people.”

“Any in particular?”

The back of Shane’s shirt was already starting to stick to him, and the heat was making him a bit lightheaded.

“Those three people. There is one in the middle and the other two are on the outside,” Ilya's hand was under Shane’s shirt now, his finger tracing circles on his stomach, and Shane's speech was a little shaky.

“That is very hot,” Ilya spun Shane around so they were face to face and kissed him lightly on the mouth. “You have always said no to threesomes.”

“I don’t want that,” Shane said. “I only want you. But I was just curious what it might feel like.”

“Curious?” Ilya raised his eyebrows playfully at the word.

“Not that curious,” Shane felt his face get even hotter than it was. He raised the drink to his cheeks and then his forehead. Ilya leaned forward and licked a bead of sweat trickling down Shane’s neck.

“Do you want to just watch for a while?”

The song changed to a song Shane thought sounded familiar. “Wanna dance?” He smiled almost bashfully. He had never asked anyone to dance before.

Ilya must have sensed that and instead of the snarky response on his lips, he replied with “Yes Shane, I want to dance with you.” They both took big swigs of their drinks, set them down, and made their way to the dance floor.

Ilya led the way, gripping Shane’s hand tight, as they weaved in and out of the other patrons. There was an open spot and Ilya moved them both into it. Ilya immediately started moving to the music, bouncing on the balls of his feet, his hands slightly raised above his heads. He was smiling and seemed so in his element. Shane felt a quick pang of guilt. Ilya loved this kind of stuff; he had once told Shane it made him feel alive. Although they had only been out as a couple for less than a year, Shane couldn’t help but think how much Ilya had given up for him. He could have been out on road trips, dancing, drinking, and having the time of his life. But he had given that up for Shane.

When Ilya opened his eyes to find his husband, he was greeted with a pensive looking Shane, surrounded by flashing lights and a thrum of people. Ilya grabbed him and pulled him to him.

“Too much?” he asked, looking at Shane with concern. Another pang of guilt pierced Shane. God, why couldn’t he just let this go and enjoy the moment with the man he loved. It was loud and he didn’t want to yell in Ilya’s ear, so he tugged him off the dance floor real quick to the hallway that led to a lounge of sorts where it wasn't as loud. They would be back shortly, but he had to say this.

“Shane, what is wrong?” Ilya’s eyes darted all over Shane, looking for a sign of injury.

“I want to enjoy this with you, but I just feel so bad and I had to say it now or it would bother me.” Shane took a deep breath. “Being with you, here, and watching how happy you are made me realize how much more you gave up for me.” Ilya went to protest but Shane held up his hand. “Let me finish Rozanov.” Ilya nodded and stepped back a bit.

“You are so full of life. You love people and music and dancing and parties. You love laughing and teasing and flirting. You are so fun. And I, I’m not like that. And when we were together the last few years, you didn’t get to do all of that. That was a huge part of your life that was just, poof gone,” Shane gestured with his hand, “and instead of going out after games or on your off days, you couldn’t, or you didn’t want to, because of me.” Again Ilya tried to interrupt, but Shane held up his hand again. “I have never doubted how much you love me,” Shane stepped forward now, closing the gap between them. “Truly, I haven’t. But fuck, I feel so fucking bad. And I knew if I didn’t say it to you, right now, I would be all weird for the rest of the night and ruin this for you. For us. So, I am sorry for all you gave up, and I will try to step out of my comfort zone more and try new things with you because I love you and I never want you to deny yourself things you enjoy because of me… except for cigarettes. And McGriddles. Everything else, I can handle.”

That made Ilya laugh, but then his eyes got a bit more serious. He reached out and put his hands on Shane’s waist, pulling him closer.

“You are right. I did do all of those things, and I did enjoy it. But much of it was to distract myself from,” he gestured to his chest, and moved his hand in a circle, “what was going on inside. Galina and I have talked about this too. Sex was an escape for me, so clubs and dancing were a way to get sex. Some of it was the build up, the excitement, the chase of it, yes? Going out now doesn’t feel the same because I don’t have a goal? Is that the right way to say it? A purpose? All of it was kind of mixed together.”

Ilya was being so sincere, and Shane couldn’t resist touching his face and lips for a brief second. Ilya laid his cheek against Shane’s palm and pressed his face into it. When he opened his eyes again, they were no longer soft, but hungry.

“I don’t want those things anymore unless you are there. I do not want to be at a club unless I am with you,” Ilya pushed Shane up against the wall. Shane looked around for a brief second, but not one person seemed at all interested in them. They may as well be alone. “But now that we are here, I want to dance with my husband.”

Shane smiled. He wasn’t ever sure he was going to get used to the title of husband. It thrilled him every time Ilya said it. He felt his dick twitch a bit in his pants. Ilya most noticed the change in his face, because he gently pushed his leg in between Shanes, his thigh grazing Shane’s crotch. Shane gasped which is what Ilya was wanting.

Ilya leaned over and kissed Shane under his ear. “Come dance with me.”

Shane used his strength to push Ilya off, then grabbed his hand and led them back into the crowd. Ilya followed like an excited puppy; he loved it when Shane took charge in any situation. But to see him here, want this with him: Ilya wasn’t sure how long he would last if Shane kept this up. Where there was the tiniest space on the dance floor, Shane turned to face Ilya and moved his body into his.

“Tell me what to do,” Shane yelled in his ear. “I don’t know how to do this.”

Ilya took Shane’s arms and draped them over his shoulders. Ilya put his hands on Shane’s hips and started moving them together. The song was a bit slower and more sultry, so Ilya’s movements matched the pace, as he worked one thigh in between Shane’s legs. Shane did everything he could to follow Ilya’s lead, trying to match his movements and rhythm. The tempo of the song made the movements similar to a slow, lazy sex, with Ilya pumping with slow, lazy strokes.

That seemed to help Shane figure it out, as he threw back his head, imagining being penetrated while they were face to face. Ilya noticed Shane’s change in energy and lost his mind for a bit. He leaned forward kissing Shane’s neck, while his big hands squeezed his ass. Shane’s hands found their way up Ilya’s shirt and then to his sweat drenched back, pushing him closer. Both of Shane’s hands were now under Ilya’s shirt, and he realized that he wanted Ilya’s shirt off.

He quickly looked around, seeing other men shirtless, and started bunching Ilya’s shirt up around his pecs and upper back.

Ilya seemed to understand what he was doing, so he momentarily stopped holding Shane and raised his hands to let Shane take off his shirt. Shane folded it once and tucked half of it neatly in the back of Ilya’s shorts so half of the shirt hung out his pants.

The second gummy seemed to be hitting Shane a bit because his boldness increased. He couldn’t stop touching Ilya and leaned forward to lick the sweat dripping down his chest. Ilya’s hands moved in between them as he slowly began unbuttoning Shane’s shirt. He knew Shane wouldn’t want to be shirtless here, but he wanted to press his skin to his.

One by one, he undid the buttons. Shane's face was pointed down, watching him, breathing hard. His eyes had gone a bit hazy from lust. Ilya popped open the last button and their chests moved against each other, slick with sweat. Ilya was watching Shane, his eyes their own level of hazy, watching his beautiful husband enjoy himself in a way that was brand new to him. They gyrated slowly together, Ilya bare chested, his muscles rippling under the lights of the club.

Shane opened his eyes briefly to see two men admiring, and not subtly, Ilya from behind. Shane was sure that the view from behind Ilya was spectacular but a surge of jealousy shot through him. He pulled Ilya roughly towards him, and glaring at the two onlookers over Ilya’s shoulder. It was the glare that he gave opposing players during face-offs, daring them to challenge him.

He bit down gently on Ilya’s shoulder and then licked the spot, his hands gripping wildly to Ilya’s back. Ilya softly laughed in Shane’s ear. Shane brought his head back and looked up at Ilya’s whose eyebrows were sky high and lips were twitching with amusement. Shane was frowning and nodded his head in the direction of the men over Ilya’s shoulder. One of them gave Ilya a wave and Shane's blood almost boiled over.

Ilya now understood the cause of Shane’s behavior and decided to see how far he could push Shane. He quickly spun Shane around so that Shane’s back was against his chest and then slowly moved them around so that Shane was now facing these two men. They had been watching the whole thing, and their faces changed from light flirtation to genuine interest.

Shane turned slightly to look over his right shoulder at Ilya when he leaned forward and captured his mouth. It was a possessive kiss, filled with tongue and fire. Shane wanted to spin back around to face him, but Ilya pressed his left hand against Shane’s chest to pull him closer. Shane’s right hand involuntarily reached up to grab Ilya by the hair as Ilya's mouth moved to Shane’s neck.

Shane never thought he could let himself go in public like this, but the feel of Ilya’s lips on his neck, his hard dick rubbing against his ass, and Ilya's left hands squeezing his pec while his fingers lightly played with Shane’s nipple was too much. Shane was lost in the moment in a way he never had before. His whole body was buzzing and Ilya’s body so close to him with his hands all over him almost felt dangerous. Shane hated feeling out of control and this was the closest he had come to let something bigger than him take over.

Ilya couldn’t see Shane’s face, but he knew how beautiful he must look right now. His chest glistening, head thrown back, body moving rhythmically against Ilya’s. Now it was Ilya’s turn to be possessive. But instead of feeling the need to protect his prize that was Shane Hollander, he wanted to show him off. He wanted to show the world how sexy and breathtaking his husband was. And how he, Ilya, could make him writhe with pleasure in the middle of a crowded night club.

Ilya knew using his hand to rub Shane’s crotch might cross into indecent, so instead he ran a finger along the waist band of his shorts, never fully dipping below. Shane’s breathing sped up, his back shuddering against Ilya’s chest. Ilya’s mouth was on Shane’s neck again, and he took a moment to lift his eyes on the men that had been watching him. Just as he suspected, they were mesmerized by Shane’s uninhibited enjoyment of the moment.

One of the men licked their lips and went to take a step and it was then that Ilya’s jaw locked in place and his eyes turned dangerous. He took the hand that had been occupied with Shane’s waist band, held up one finger, and wagged it at them, letting them know that this was only an opportunity to look, not touch.

Both men took a step back and one even nodded. Ilya had marked his territory.

“Mine,” he said in Shane’s ear, as he took a nibble of Shane’s earlobe. Shane let out a moan that Ilya could hear over the thrumming of the music. Uh oh. He couldn’t let this get too far right now or else they would be on their way back to the hotel in no time.

He gently spun Shane back around, noticing how lax his body had become, his arms almost noodle like. Shane’s eyes were still closed but open in surprise when Ilya hadn’t touched him for a few seconds. It almost felt like a spell was broken. Shane looked around as if he had forgotten where he was. Ilya laughed and pulled him close.

“You were very into that,” he said in Shane’s ear.

“Yeah, I was,” Shane’s smile was just a little bit bashful. “That was, I mean, really intense.”

Just then, the tempo changed to a more upbeat song. Ilya grinned and started jumping to the music. Shane laughed and tried to follow. Ilya had both of Shane’s hands and raised their clasped hands above their head. It was silly and goofy and the previous heat between them turned into the simple joy of dancing with someone you love.

For an hour, they took turns dirty dancing to music, getting drinks and people watching, and then back to silly jumping, dancing, and singing. Ilya felt more alive than he had in years. He loved these kinds of nights out, but it was even better that he was there with Shane. His body shivered with the electricity of the room and the love he had for the beautiful man at his side. He knew this wouldn’t happen again for a while, probably never anywhere in North America, and he didn’t want it to end. But with each passing minute, it made it harder for him to not take Shane by the hand and drag him into a dark space and manhandle him.

Shane was having a good time, a way better time than he thought he would. The gummy he took had helped, he was sure, but also being there with Ilya had helped. Of course he had never felt comfortable in clubs before; he had never had the safety of Ilya with him. And not to protect him: Shane Hollander did not need protecting. But Ilya's presence always grounded him enough to let go a bit. And Ilya leading him through this experience had made it even more exciting and sexy than he thought possible. He glanced over at Ilya, whose face was shiny with sweat but eyes were sparkling. He was so happy, and that was enough to make Shane happy.

They had both opted for water because it was so hot in the club that they were seriously thirsty. They were standing off to the side, nursing their drinks, when another slow song came on. Shane nudged Ilya and nodded his head to the dance floor. Considering the look in Ilya’s eyes, Shane wasn’t sure how long they would actually last before they NEEDED to get back to the hotel. One last dance, Shane thought, and grabbed his husband’s hand. He wanted to see how long it would take to drive Ilya crazy enough to drag him out of there.

Ilya followed Shane into the very middle of the dance floor. He turned back around and pulled Ilya flush towards him. Ilya’s eyes went wide as Shane began moving against Ilya, like really moving. He gripped Ilya’s ass in both hands and ground himself into him, while leaning forward to lick and kiss his neck. He heard Ilya’s intake of breath as Shane dipped just one hand slightly under the waistband in the back of Ilya’s shorts, touching the slick skin of his low back as it dipped into the curve of his ass.

It was now Ilya who was trying to catch up. His body was trying to follow Shane’s but his head was tipped back, the lights swirling around him. He let Shane lead, watching with some amusement, but mainly lust, as his normally subdued husband let himself go in the middle of a crowded room. Ilya wasn’t sure how long he could last in this moment, but he never wanted it to end. He wasn’t sure if he would ever see Shane so free again and wanted to savor the moment. But god, his dick was so hard, that if Shane moved just the right way, he feared he would come.

Shane took his lips from Ilya neck and looked up at him, making eye contact. Ilya shivered at the intensity he saw there. He put his hand on Shane’s face, his finger rubbing over his lips as Shane’s hand trailed down Ilya’s sweat slicked chest. Shane moved the tiniest bit closer and without much movement, slipped his hand to briefly brush the crotch of Ilya’s shorts.

Ilya gasped in surprise at Shane’s boldness causing Shane to smirk. And just that, the smirk was gone and Ilya was kissing Shane. All night they had been touching and kissing each other, but this kiss was Ilya saying “enough.” Shane’s lips parted for him and their tongues clashed. Shane’s arms instinctively went around Ilya’s neck, while Ilya was able to slip his arms through the open flaps of Shane’s unbuttoned shirt to caress his back. The kiss didn’t stop there. Shane hungrily sucked on Ilya’s tongue, his hands tangling in Ilya’s sweaty curls. Oh god, they would have to stop soon. They couldn’t do this here. It was beginning to become unbearable for Ilya. He needed Shane under him, he needed to be inside of him. He needed no one around so he fully claim Shane.

“We have to leave now,” Ilya could barely breathe. “Now Hollander.”

“I thought you wanted to go clubbin?” Shane smirked again. Enough. Ilya had had enough. He grabbed Shane’s arm and tugged him off the dance floor. He wound his fingers through Shane’s and didn’t look back.

Shane was laughing as Ilya was practically jogging on the streets, tugging him home.

“Wait, hold on,” Shane said laughing and ducked into a little alcove. His dick was rock hard and he needed to adjust it or else it would look very obvious on the street.

Suddenly Ilya was there too, but he was kissing Shane and trying to unbutton his pants.

“Ilya,” Shane breathed, “we can’t here. We need to get back. Let me just…”

“This is all your fault,” Ilya growled, kissing Shane forcefully.

“Ilya, it’s 10 minutes. We can do this.”

“I can’t. I am dying. I…” Ilya stepped back for a second and Shane darted away from him and back on the street.

Ilya followed quickly, adjusting himself in record time.

“Get back here Hollander,” Ilya commanded, but Shane grinned at him over his shoulder and tried to speed walk away. Ilya caught up in three long strides and gripped him from behind, pulling Shane to him. Shane closed his eyes and let Ilya. He couldn’t help it.

“Fuck, Ilya, how are we going to make it back,” he spun around, and Ilya looked like he was going to devour him.

Shane knew he looked just as far gone as his husband did. Ilya spun him around and pushed him forward. “Walk fast,” he breathed. They gripped each other’s hands but barely spoke.

They kept glancing at each other as they walked, but any eye contact longer than about 5 seconds was impossible.

Later on, they would agree that that was the longest 10 minute walk of their lives. They practically ran into the hotel, hands still clasped. There was no elevator available so they had to wait. They were standing close, their arms touching, sticky with sweat. They were both breathing heavily, but only Shane was grinning. Shane had never seen Ilya’s face the way it was. It almost looked like it was in pain. He was cursing in Russian at the slow elevator. When it finally arrived, he yanked Shane into it, fervently pressing the closed button to ensure no one else got on.

Ilya lunged for him, and Shane let out a yelp, but an excited one. They were 10 floors up. Although Shane’s shirt had been unbutton for awhile, Ilya had managed to get it completely off and was now holding it like a ball in his hand. Ilya frantically shoved his hand down Shane’s pants, and Shane just let Ilya do what he wanted to him at that moment. However, he did keep his eyes on the floors and the elevator, ready to push off his husband at a moment’s notice.

They lucked out and no one was waiting at the elevator when it opened to their floor. Once again, Shane was willingly yanked out of the elevator by his hand and practically dragged down the hallway. Ilya had his key out and had opened the door while Shane was still jogging to catch up.

Once the door closed behind them, Ilya flipped Shane around and pressed him up against the wall, putting his hands up. Shane obediently kept them there while Ilya pressed his chest against Shane’s back and quickly got Shane’s pants off. Shane’s dick was released and he groaned as it almost pressed against the wall. Shane could feel Ilya frantically taking off his pants and then pressed his body against Shane’s.

“That was a dangerous game you were playing, Hollander,” he purred in his ear. Ilya’s hand reached around to give Shane’s dick a quick tug, and Shane whimpered in response.

“What are you going to do about it?” Shane retorted, the lust in his voice apparently. Ilya gave Shane’s ass a playful slap that rang through the hotel room. Shane bit his lip, enjoying the gentle sting.

Ilya wanted nothing more than to bury himself in Shane, but he feared that he was so worked up, he would come within seconds. He needed to slow this down a bit if he had any chance of making this last. Their foreplay had lasted for hours, and Ilya wasn’t sure if he had ever been so turned on. He knew Shane felt the same way, but Shane lived for moments like this. Moments where he could practice self control. Shane had been making Ilya squirm all night, maybe it was time to do the same.

Shane was still pressed up against the wall when Ilya dropped to his knees behind Shane. In front of him were Shane’s perfect ass cheeks. Ilya gripped one in each hand and massaged them, squeezing them together and then pulling them apart. Ilya heard Shane’s forehead clunk against the wall, his breathing more shallow now. Ilya couldn’t resist the round globes of flesh staring at him, and moved forward to softly kiss each cheek. With his right hand, he reached forward and found Shane's balls and gave them a tug. Shane arched his back.

“Fuck Ilya.”

Ilya rose behind him and wrapped a strong arm around his chest, pulling Shane towards him. “You’ve been bad,” he whispered in Shane’s ear.

“Have I?” Shane was not going to let Ilya have this one. He would play Ilya’s game as long as he could.

“You have been teasing me all night,” Ilya spun Shane around so they were face to face. Shane was so close to yielding. To leaning back and letting Ilya take over. If he could just hold on for a little bit more. He wanted to see how much longer he could keep it up.

“Have I?” Shane traced his pointer finger from Ilya’s Adam’s apple, down to his chest. Then he moved back just a bit and within seconds, had his hand wrapped around Ilya’s cock. His eyes never left Ilya’s.

Ilya’s eyes darkened, almost dangerously. Shane smirked again, thrilled at the power he held. Then, making sure not to break eye contact, he began stroking Ilya, his mouth opening, panting with pleasure.

It was all Ilya could do to keep himself upright. His hands were pressed into the wall behind Shane, leaving little room between them. But Shane was putting on a show, his eyes heavy with lust, as if he was touching his own dick instead of Ilya’s. With each stroke, he moaned.

“Do you like my hand on your dick?” he asked, his voice sultry.

“Hollander,” Ilya’s voice was strained.

“What?” Shane cocked his head to the side in confusion. “I thought you liked dirty talk?”

“I prefer you to do something else with that mouth,” Ilya growled out.

Shane knew what he meant, but instead of dropping to his knees, he kissed Ilya, hard, his hand still frantically working his cock. Ilya was done. He grabbed Shane by the shoulders and spun him around, pushing him back onto the bed. His face had contorted in a way that Shane rarely saw: pure lust. Shane propped himself up on his shoulders and watched as Ilya grabbed the bottle of lube and started working, slicking himself with it.

“How do you want me?” Shane asked, his head bent slightly to one side, his eyes full of false innocence.

Ilya didn’t respond. Instead, lightening fast, he was on top of Shane, his hand between his legs, ruthless working Shane open. Shane, without thinking, rocked back a bit, pulling his knees up, and giving Ilya more access.

The noise Ilya made was one of utter desperation as he watched his husband writhe beneath him.

“Come on Rozanov. What’s taking so long?” Shane was trying to be nonchalant and sassy, but the heat of the moment was getting to him. He was desperate for Ilya to be inside of him now, and Ilya knew Shane had folded. So of course, he slowed down. Now it was Shane's turn to groan. Ilya had slowed his fingering to an impossibly slow pace and Shane’s hips were bucking to encourage him to speed up.

Ilya no longer cared what game they had been playing. Shane won. He didn’t care anymore. He lined himself up and drove into Shane. Shane cried out, arching his back. Shane had also waved the white flag. He needed Ilya to start fucking him hard now. He couldn’t stand it anymore.

Ilya began his rhythm. He kept one hand on Shane’s bent leg and the other he wrapped around Shane’s cock, so each time Ilya thrusted, he also gave Shane’s dick a tug. Shane was slowly losing his mind. All he could do was lay there helplessly as Ilya worked both his hole and his dick in alternate movements. If Ilya didn’t stop, he was going to come any minute.

“Ilya, if you don’t stop,” and in some feat of flexibility that Shane was unsure of in the moment, Ilya kept himself inside of Shane, but covered Shane’s cock with his mouth, sucking hard. Shane orgasm shattered him as he cried out in pleasure. Ilya moved inside him, his mouth working Shane on the outside until Ilya had swallowed every bit of Shane’s release.

Without warning, Ilya flipped Shane over and climbed on top of his prone body, driving himself deep within him. Shane cried out again as Ilya leaned on top of Shane and muttered incomprehensible Russian in his ear. Shane knew Ilya was close and started saying absolutely filthy things over his shoulder to Ilya.

“Come on Ilya, come for me. Come inside of me. Harder, Ilya, harder!” Shane demanded as Ilya finally roared on top of him. Ilya arched his back pulsated inside of Shane, his body shaking in a way it rarely did. Shane did his best to clench around him, hoping to extend and intensify Ilya’s orgasm.

It took a few minutes before their breathing returned to normal. Ilya had collapsed on top of Shane and still seemed a bit shaken.

Shane let out a soft laugh. “You okay back there?” His body was pressed firmly into the bed under Ilya, which he didn’t necessarily mind, but he was starting to get a bit concerned.

Ilya sighed and gently pulled out of Shane and rolled over. Shane took a breath with his newly freed lungs and rolled himself on his back. He looked over and Ilya was staring at the ceiling, wide-eyed.

Shane moved towards him and with his hand, moved Ilya's face so he could see it. Ilya’s expression was one of awe and a little bit of embarrassment.

“Hey,” Shane said, once again moving Ilya’s head so that he could see his eyes. It seems that for the first time that he could remember, Ilya was speechless. “Are you okay? You are starting to freak me out.”

So much emotion swelled in Ilya’s chest. He felt like he could cry. But instead, he put his arms around Shane and held him tight. Shane had gotten used to Ilya’s emotional side, even after sex. But this felt different.

“With you, it has always been so,” he gestured with his hand, searching for the word. “There is no word I can find in English right now.”

“But the word you are looking for is a positive one like good or amazing right,” Shane laughed but Ilya looked over at him seriously.

“It is all of that and more.”

Now Shane’s chest started to feel tight with emotion. Ilya continued.

“But that. This. This whole night. You being so bold and teasing me back. You danced Shane. In public. You let me kiss you in public! Did you know there were two weirdo guys watching us?”

Shane remembered how they had looked at Ilya and felt a surge of jealousy. “They were checking you, and I gave them a dirty look to tell them to back off.”

Ilya laughed. “Well, I gave them a show. I wanted them to see how you are with me. And how you were mine.”

“Sounds like we had very different ways of approaching this,” Shane laughed again.

Ilya rolled to his side to look at Shane. “You did it, for me, yes? This is not your normal thing, you know? You were different tonight.”

“I wanted to give you something,” Shane propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at Ilya. “I held back, for so long. And even when we were together, I was so concerned with things looking or being a certain way. You are so free and open. I wanted to try that, for you,” Shane traced his finger along Ilya’s jaw.

“You did all that for me?” Ilya whispered.

“Well, I mean, it was fun for me too,” Shane laughed. “I mean, it felt good. I was also terrified. But also, exhilarated. But yes, for you. I know you like it when I let go. You make me want to let go. It’s just so hard for me.” Shane frowned a bit. “You are so expressive, and I can be like that, in private, but it’s hard in public. I wanted to try something, you know. Maybe see if I could be like that in public. I mean, I am not sure I want to go shirtless clubbing every weekend.”

“I was shirtless,” Ilya pointed out, “but you did have your shirt unbuttoned.”

“See, and that’s a big deal!”

“You were beautiful Shane. So free. It was,” Ilya’s eyes got a little misty. He put Shane's hand over his heart. “It was like watching someone experience life for the first time. That sounds weird,” Ilya waved his hand, “but I couldn’t stop staring at you. You were so alive.”

Shane smiled. He knew Ilya loved pulling him out of his comfort zone, but he didn’t know it meant that much to him.

“I knew you liked it. I just figured it turned you on.”

“Yes, that too,” Ilya said smiling. “Very hot. But it’s different because I think I know you are trying this because of me? Maybe not for me…”

“No, it’s for you,” Shane interrupted.

“But maybe it’s for you too? For us? You are willing to try and be different, for us. That is very…brave. You are brave for me. That is…” Ilya's voice strained a bit and he put Shane’s hand back on his heart. “It means a lot.”

Shane leaned forward and looked Ilya in the eyes. “I would do anything for you. For us. And if the occasional night club and weed gummy is where it is at…”

“You forgot the hot making out in the middle of the dance floor in front of other men that wanted to fuck you.”

“No, they wanted to fuck you,” Shane gently pinched Ilya’s pec.

“They probably wanted to fuck us both.” Ilya smiled. “We are very hot.”

“We are,” Shane agreed, snuggling close to Ilya.

They lay there for a bit longer, talking softly. Finally, Ilya gently pushed Shane up. “We should shower. We are very sweaty.”

Shane put up his arms, and Ilya hauled him up. They spent some time under the cool water, washing each other and kissing. They both quickly brushed their teeth and climbed into bed. Ilya laid on his back with Shane snuggled up close to him. He absentmindedly wove his fingers through Shane’s hair. He was still a little amped up but he knew Shane was tired. And as Shane’s breathing slowed to a steady rhythm, Ilya took a deep breath and sighed.

How lucky he was to be loved by Shane Hollander.