⚘Martyn⚘

Shane blushed.

Ilya shook his head. “No one would see. Why? Because we are in forest surrounded by trees.”

“We still have neighbors…”

“They are far away," he said dismissively. "But fine. I am one who prefers to fuck you in our king size bed.”

“I’m surprised how boring you’re being about this.”

Ilya let out an indignant scoff and sighed dramatically. “Canadians think all Russians grow up frolicking with bears in the snow and running alongside wolves in the forest, yes?

Shane laughed out, “Fuck you. I don’t think that!”

“I grew up in Moscow. Major city. Am not… one with nature. I went to a forest clearing once– for a rave, Shane.”

Shane was laughing.

“Scott Hunter is from New York. Think he hangs out in forest for fun, too?

“Actually, before hockey, he participated in a program for disadvantaged youth at a camp outside the city two weeks every summer.”

Ilya gave him a sly look, but it was overshadowed by the fondness that shone in his eyes and pulled at his lips. Ilya knew the same story about Scott. “I hate when you ruin my jokes with logic.”

“Hm. Am sure is very useful for Hunter to know how to build a fire with twigs in his luxury apartment.”

Shane grinned. He knew it was one of the many things his husband found endearing.

“You’re such a baby. I thought you were the man who said he wanted to fuck me everywhere. But tents are too much effort…”

Ilya turned quickly to face his husband and pulled him close by the waist, so their bodies were flush and touching. For a moment they smiled into each other’s faces.

“Let’s go inside now, and I will fuck you standing up, if you want to rough it.” His voice had gotten thick.

“For the record… you’re still a dick,” Shane replied, as he was turning to go back inside the cottage.

“Hard. Up against the glass. So you can look at all your trees.”

Ilya followed him indoors.

***

They had been at the cottage now for about a week. Shane had just gotten back from a trip to the farmer’s market with his dad and Ilya helped him unpack groceries.

“Come. I have surprise," Ilya said after they finished. He grabbed Shane’s hand and led him out to the back.

Ilya watched his face as Shane took in the scene before him. Two long skewers rested on top of a cooler next to a bag of giant sized marshmallows by the fire pit. A large blue and black tent was assembled nearby.

Shane smiled softly. “Wow. You’ve been busy.”

“The turkey sausages you like are in the cooler. We will roast them. Lots of water… lots of soft drinks… some granola… a sweet treat. We can stay out all night, like it is camping.”

Ilya pulled him over and down into the tent.

Shane noted there was already a bottle of lube and a pack of the sensitive skin wipes they liked tucked inside, atop of two thick, spread-out sleeping bags.

“Come,” said Ilya as he laid on his back and encouraged Shane to do the same.

When they were lying side-by-side Shane turned his face towards Ilya, who was looking back and smiling. It took Shane’s breath away how lucky he was.

Ilya turned and reached up to unzip something at the top of the tent. Its version of a skylight. Ilya settled back down. He linked his fingers through the ones on Shane’s closest hand. Ilya turned to look back at Shane, who was still watching him.

“Tonight… we will fuck under your stars.”