Shane feels like a school girl, or something equally as innocent and wanting as he tucks his phone against the empty pillow beside him. The same pillow that had mocked him earlier with its lack of Ilya. Lack of Ilya’s curls and smell and warmth and way he loves to shove his cold feet all over Shane as they fell asleep together.
He lays his phone on its side, so it’s like he’s laying facing Ilya and pulls his comforter up over his shoulder, rubbing his face down into his pillow as he settles. “Better now?” Ilya’s voice is warped by the phone speaker but Shane can, with imagination and a squint of his eyes and slow sleepy breaths pretend that it’s real and here and Ilya is with him.
“Mmm. Better. Better for you?” Shane asks and he watches as Ilya adjusts his pillow under his head a few times, arm bent back to adjust it. His bicep looks pretty bundled muscle and Shane sucks his bottom lip into his mouth.
“Yes of course. My boyfriend is very good at phone sex and makes me very sleepy” Ilya affirms and Shane’s chest shimmers like sun on the oceans top, boyfriend.
“Just very good?” Shane asks instead and Ilya sucks his teeth, pouts his mouth at him.
“Mm. Is best” Ilya corrects and Shane smirks, it had been the best, Ilya’s low rumbly voice as he told Shane hushed and frantic exactly what he missed, how he missed Shane being aching and soft and ready to take him, how all summer he’d been so ready perfect to take Ilya’s cock because they needed it every day, both of them, needed to get Shane on his cock and fuck he misses it now. Needs it now his warmth his tightness.
Shane’s orgasm had been warm, pretty and thundering, oceans up form his toes and stars behind his eyelids. Had made him go slack mouthed and hot eared and mutter a little “please please Ilya” against his pillow as he spilled messy into his fist. His mouth had gone hungry watching Ilya’s cum thick and perfect shoot a mess over his stomach, drip back down the length of him. Shane had wanted to clean him with his mouth more than anything in that moment. He’s had a fleeting half milsecond impulse to fly to Boston to do so, just to taste his Ilya.
“Alarm set?” Shane asks, and rubs at his tired eyes, muffles a yawn.
“Yes captain Hollander, alarm set” Ilya salutes him and Shane rolls his eyes. “Whatever miss practice, better for us” Shane shrugs and Ilya laughs, yawns in echo of Shane.
Shane blinks heavy and then he hears Ilya’s voice. “Come on, sweetheart it’s time to sleep” Ilya’s saying Shane nods.
“Get comfy Zaychik I will stay on phone until you are asleep yes? We will both sleep better this way” he says and Shane nods, rolls to be laid on his tummy, shoves his arm up under his pillow and feels the weight of sleep start to kiss at his heels.
“You sleep too?” Shane asks, longing to have Ilya here, to have his boy laid over his back, his face pressed into the crook of Shane’s neck, so Shane could feel him going heavy and falling asleep on him.
“Okie” Ilya agreed and Shane peeps open an eye to watch Ilya settling in, his phone propped up somehow too. Shane thinks he should order them tripods when he wakes up, might make this easier.
“Love you” Shane sighs, pouts his lips out in a small mock kiss and the line is silent for a moment.
It makes the tiniest spark of worry light.
“Spokoynoy nochi… Potselui dlya menya? Ot takogo krasivogo malchika? Kak zhe mne tak povezlo, a? Ya lyublyu tebya, moy milyy, sonnyy malchik”
Shane smiles as he picks out the I love you, the words familiar to him now in Russian.
“Sleep, Shane- I’m right here” Shane hears before he does just that, slipping into the deep sleep he’d been restless and aching for hours ago.
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