#ginger ale

"What?"

"You get this look on your face when you think of something new for us to try." Ilya was bouncing and grinning like a kid. "Tell meee."

Shane looked away in no particular direction. "No, it’s stupid, I-"

"We don’t have to do it I just wanna know," whined Ilya, stoking Shane’s chest. "You have such good imagination."

Shane rolled his eyes and repressed a smile. "It was just word association. Licking ginger ale off your chest. It’s stupid-”

Ilyas eyes lit up and he grinned wide. "Like in that movie where the woman does the water chair dance? I am that woman but with ginger ale?”

"Something like that," Shane fought the urge to call it stupid again.

Ilya bounded off the bed and slipped out the door, returning a moment later with Shane's entire sixpack of Canada Dry from the fridge.

"We are not using the whole thing!"

Ilya pulled out a can, and put a knee on the bed to climb back in.

"Not on my bed!" Shane practically jumped up.

"What? Is already dirty,” Ilya shrugged. “Where else would we do it?"

Shane and Ilya stood in the shower facing each other. The two of them were still naked from the night’s earlier activities.

"Okey, this is a little less sexy, but I’m still into it."

"Whenever you’re ready.”

Ilya opened the can and took a small sip, holding Shane’s gaze with strong eye contact. He tilted his head back, keeping their eyes locked, and let some dribble out of his mouth, the liquid splashing against his pecs. Ilya licked his lips as Shane parted his own in desire.

Ilya started pouring the ginger ale over himself. He twitched at the cold liquid on his bare chest. Shane knelt, taking Ilya’s hardening cock into his hands watching the ginger ale pour down Ilya’s body. The first drip made it past Ilya’s pelvis, and Shane moved in, his tongue catching it as it wet the hair at the base of his cock. More came. Shane continued to stroke Ilya while he worked his way up, tracing his v as it funneled the ale, swirling his tongue in the trail of hair that led to his navel. Shane’s gaze flickered upwards at Ilya’s sculpted chest and tilted head. He looked so beautiful.

Shane reached around and gave Ilya’s ass a squeeze, getting a moan out of him. Shane felt his erect cock in his hand but kept going up, the crisp taste of the ginger ale leading him across the ridges of Ilya’s abdomen, tense from the sensations. His hand moved from his ass to his lower back, holding Ilya to him as he licked large strokes and gave small, non-committal sucks to different spots. Ilya mumbled something in Russian and punctuated it with a “Shane”.

Ilya had run out of his can, and was now bracing himself on the shelf, his hand gently resting on the back of Shane's head. Shane met the base of his pecs and with his mouth he lapped up the underside of his tits. An involuntary whine left Ilya as Shane connected with his nipple, sucking softly and then circling it with his tongue. Shane moved to the next one and freed another soft moan from Ilyas chest.

Ilya watched Shane as he worked his way up to his collar bones. His head rolled back as Shane began sucking his neck, following a trail of ginger ale that led right to Ilyas mouth.

At last, they connected lips and Ilya tasted the sharp drink on Shane's mouth and tongue. This was way better than cherry limeade. Shane began stroking his cock faster, and Ilya broke away from their kiss as his breath picked up.

Before he could gently nudge him down, Shane was already sinking back to his knees, burying kisses down, down, down back to his cock where Shane eagerly swallowed it.

"Mmm, fuck."

Shane stroked the underside of Ilya’s cock with his tongue as he took him. Ilya watched from above; his hand tangled in Shane’s hair as he quickened his pace. His fingers knotted as he tensed, trying to hold back as long as he could. Shane wouldn’t let him, and intensified his efforts, his hand returning to Ilya’s ass.

Ilya’s hips bucked involuntarily, and the pressure built up inside him released. Shane Slowed but continued sucking him off as he came. Ilya saw him choke a little and pulled him off, letting the rest of his orgasm spew onto Shane’s chest and face. He would have felt bad for the impromptu facial, but Shane’s mouth was wide open, his tongue eagerly chasing Ilya’s cum. He looked so beautiful.

Ilya’s orgasm ended and he pulled Shane back up to his feet, eager to taste that tongue of his. They crashed together once again, Ilya trying his best to not slip in the slightly sticky shower. They broke apart for breath.

Ilya raised an eyebrow to the heavy-lidded Shane. "Was better than cherry lube?"

Shane caught his breath and smiled. "Tasted better, but I think I still prefer you.”

"Holy shit." Ilya held Shane at arms distance, earning a confused look.

"What?"

"You like me more than ginger ale?" A wry grin just barely hid itself from Shane.

"Shut up," Shane laughed.

"Next time, I lick vodka off your tits, yes?" Ilya pulled Shane back in.

"Oh god, I better not have any paper cuts."

"Hm yes," his hands wandered to Shane's pecs, admiring them as he always did. His thumb traced over his nipple. "If only you could lactate vodka. Then I would never get off you."

"Ilya, what the fuck?" Shane said, half amused, half horrified.

"What?” said Ilya innocently. “I have a beautiful imagination, just like you." Ilya pinched Shane’s tits lightly.