resistance heart, first order aesthetic

I keep thinking about Ilya striking out with that girl he was dancing with, and instead of moving on to someone else, he was so knocked off-kilter by seeing Shane with Rose, then seeing Shane watching him with that girl, that he just calls it a night.

And not only does Cliff watch all that happen, but he also has a Moment With Shane as well; unlike Ilya, who tried to wind Shane up a little bit, tried to make him jealous by making out with that girl when he knew that Shane was watching, Cliff just meets his gaze, solemn and unguarded and disappointed.

first of all they absolutely rate each others nudes, sometimes they send them not even with the intention to send the nudes so someone else, just for the hell of it, just to have the other saying hell yeah brother looking good, just to boost self esteem

second of all while the idea of them 10/10ing each picture is funny and appealing to me, i had a vision in which i saw the most meticulous earnest constructive criticism in order to help the other achieve absolute perfection

-(a dick pic, full light) move your hand down a bit, will make it seem bigger and maybe turn down the light a bit, give it an aura of mystery

-(navel to mid thigh, a giant hickey right where the pubes line starts) damn roz, who did this to you? (ilya says you should see the other guy. marley doesn’t catch on)

-(mirror selfie, full frontal) marley don’t you have a mirror outside of the bathroom? the toilet in the background is a bit of a buzzkill

-(hands down pants, dick fully erect) love the vibe but there is a giant hole in your boxers, maybe change those

But I haven’t seen anyone really talk about what Shane does in that position, and I like to think it probably surprises everyone.

Because they know Shane likes it rough. He likes it a little degrading, a little painful. He likes to be a little pathetic. So Cliff and Ilya show up fully ready to wrestle and fight and fuck like animals for Shane’s arousal.

But thats not what he asks for.

Shane already knows how they look when they fight. He’s seen plenty of it on the ice (and gotten off to it too). He knows how they fuck when they’re being rough on purpose, because that’s how they usually fuck him, per his request. He wants something else as a viewer. Something that feels, oddly, more erotic than any of that.

He asks them to kiss. For a long time.

So they do. Ilya straddling Cliff’s lap, fingers tangling in his hair, arms slung around each other and pressing their bare chests together. Shane tells them to slow down. Take their time. It’s hard (and so are they) but they pump the brakes. Hands wandering everywhere, touches easing from grabby and rushed to soft and slow.

Shane finally tells them to frot for him. That’s all he wants is to watch them kiss and stroke their cocks together. It puts them both on equal footing, both experiencing the same points and levels of pleasure. No need for one to perform more or less to outdo the other. It almost puts them in a trance, the friction of their hands wrapped around themselves, slicking their shafts together. They press their foreheads together, Cliff’s free hand cupping the back of Ilya’s head, Ilya’s free hand splayed out on Cliff’s chest, right over his heart.

“I love you,” Ilya pants, sounding ravaged and wrecked.

“I love you too, baby,” Cliff replies.

And Shane, watching them, comes.

Because it’s one thing to see them rough and bristling and aggressive, but it’s another entirely to watch them reject that impulse in favor of softness. No male posturing or theater to mask their real feelings. Just this: witnessing vulnerability snd offering vulnerability in return. It’s something that Shane has always felt was so taboo, so incredibly dangerous, that to witness his partners allowing themselves to participate in it feels more sensual and explicit than any porn he’s ever seen.

Cliff and Ilya don’t last much longer after that. They both turn their heads just enough to make eye contact with Shane as they both finish in each other’s fist, the connection between the three of them so palpable it feels like they could reach out and touch it.

long distance selfies

Now picture this, occasionally they whisper into each other's ears, sometimes its just sweet nothigns and sometimes it's some devastating chirps about tennis, and each time a precious smile breaks through, only for each other, but it drives the photographers wild.