Shane was not a jealous person. Sure, he ribbed people about things and pretended to be jealous, but it just wasn’t something he ever really felt. He liked to think that he simply couldn’t feel that emotion.
Today, Shane and Ilya are doing a shoot together for Gymshark. A few months ago, they had been asked to become brand ambassadors, which they accepted because they wore Gymshark almost as much as they wore CCM. The shoot was going well, but Shane started feeling something he’d never felt before as he watched one of the set assistants flirt with Ilya.
He hated the way she smiled and tilted her head at him. The way she touched his arm while he was talking. She even winked at him as she left the set. Shane tried his hardest to keep it together, but he couldn’t shake the tension building inside him.
“You’re tense,” Ilya whispers to him as they pose in front of one of the racks. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I’m fine,” Shane responds, frustration evident in his voice.
“Ah, okay,” Ilya says, rolling his eyes.
They continue the shoot until the end. Shane says nothing to Ilya as they change and get ready for the formal dinner with everyone from the shoot, including Miss Flirts-With-My-Husband.
Shane drives them to dinner in silence, which Ilya seems quite confused about. He knows something is up with Shane, but he doesn’t want to kick the hornet’s nest just yet.
They walk into the restaurant and are seated at the same table as the assistant and a few other people. Shane sits next to Ilya, and she continues to flirt with him even as Shane sits right beside him.
As the night comes to a close, everyone says their goodbyes. Shane approaches Ilya and the woman he’s been glaring daggers at the entire night. When he reaches Ilya, he grabs him and kisses him hard.
“I’ll get the car,” he says against Ilya’s lips.
He steps back for a second and glares at the woman before walking toward the parking lot. Ilya is speechless as he watches him walk away. He turns back to the assistant, who is uncontrollably blushing.
“Um, yeah, my ride should be here. Lovely meeting you… and your husband. Um, yeah.”
She shakes his hand and practically sprints away from him.
The ride home is quiet. Shane is wound tight, and Ilya has a smug smirk on his face. He is ready to poke the hornet’s nest and see what happens.
“Was a good day,” Ilya says, breaking the heavy silence.
“Mhm,” Shane responds, still focusing on the road.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day,” he continues. “Thinking about how good your thighs felt wrapped around my head last night, and how much you begged for me.”
Shane’s jaw clenches, and his knuckles turn white around the steering wheel. He presses harder on the gas, eager to get them home quicker.
“But I think the best part of the day was watching your control slip,” Ilya purrs, running his hand up Shane’s thigh, dangerously close to where he needs him.
Shane exhales hard, still trying to maintain his composure but quickly losing the battle. Ilya leans over the center console.
“Watching you mark your territory,” Ilya whispers in Shane’s ear. “Is the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.”
Ilya unbuttons Shane’s pants, and Shane’s eyes nearly roll into the back of his head at the touch.
“Tell me, solnyshko. Did she make you jealous?”
“Liar. You are terrible liar.”
“Jesus Chri—” Shane whimpers.
Quickly, Shane pulls into their gated driveway and slams the car into park.
He tosses off his seatbelt and climbs over the center console into Ilya’s lap, rolling his hips against him. Ilya reclines his seat to give them a little more room.
Shane pulls him in for a filthy kiss. It’s hot and heavy, their breathing ragged and their teeth biting at each other’s lips.
Shane takes off his suit jacket and tosses it into the back seat before starting to unbutton Ilya’s shirt. The friction between them is heavenly, but Shane needs more. He runs his hands along Ilya’s bare chest, feeling his breath hitch beneath his touch.
“Let me,” Shane responds, kissing Ilya lightly.
“You can have all of me, sweetheart.”
Shane shifts closer, pulling his pants down and undoing Ilya’s. He shifts to give Shane more access and watches between them as Shane spits on his hand, and then takes both their cocks into his hand.
“Holy shit, fuck Shane,” Ilya groans as Shane massages them in at a steady pace.
Shane has never been religious but he thinks this is probably the closest he’ll ever get to heaven. Both of their cocks pulse in his hand and he knows they’re both getting close. He loves doing it like this. He loves when they’re both out of control with need. A need so strong that it outweighs anything else. Shane picks up the pace and jerks them harder until they’re both breathing, moaning messes.
His release hits him hard and he cries out Ilya’s name as he comes onto his husband’s abs. Ilya’s comes shortly after as he moans Shane’s name like a prayer.
They breathe in unison, fogging up the windows of the car. For a few moments, neither of them says anything. They simply sit there, catching their breath.
Then Shane grips Ilya by the hair and pulls him in for another kiss.
“If she ever looks - no, breathes- in your direction again, I’ll sic Sveta and Rose on her.”
Ilya laughs and kisses Shane’s neck.
“So sexy when you’re jealous. But you are my love, my solnyshko. I only have eyes for you. I didn’t realize how weird she was acting until you kissed me.”
Ilya sighs. “She probably actually could benefit from Sveta and Rose menacing her a little.”
Shane kisses him again before shifting off his lap.
“Good. You belong to me. You’re mine.”
Shane adjusts his pants and steps out of the car.
“I’ll be in bed waiting for you,” Shane says with a smirk.
Ilya laughs as he watches Shane walk into the house knowing damn well that after he walks Anya, he’s going to find his husband ready for the next round.
Jesus Christ. Ilya was done for.
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