theyâre at a club, somewhere nice maybe in greece? ilyaâs been tearing up the dance floor for the better part of an hour. jumping around and losing himself in the music, the sea of people does nothing to hinder shaneâs view of him he always knows exactly where he is on the dance floor never once loses sight of him. shaneâs sitting in a booth alone except for the people who keep coming up to talk to him. He can barely hear anything over the thrumming bass and the roar of people. When people approach him he lets their lips finish moving then just says âiâm on my honeymoonâ with the biggest dopiest smile and lets that be enough, turning his attention back to the dance floor.
and when his husband finally comes over to him, drops down heavily in the seat next to him, he scoots over so theyâre plastered to one another. Just the smell of ilya has him hardening in the expensive pants ilya made him wear tonight. Ilyaâs saying something to him now, dragging shaneâs head closer so he can press the words into shaneâs ear, he doesnât hear a thing, too busy fantasizing about climbing into his husbandâs lap so they can shout the words into each otherâs mouths instead. Ilya pinches his thigh, shocking him back into his body.
âYou arenât listening are you?â
Heâs not. He blinks at Ilya, waiting. Heâll repeat himself if it was important. Lucky for him that shaneâs eyes are already trained on his lips reading the words rather than hearing them.
âI said, come dance with me.â he repeats, taking Shaneâs hand and pulling him out of the booth.
Shane goes, heâll go anywhere Ilya wants. Canât find it in him to worry about the crowd anymore when itâs just the two of them.
âYouâre staying with me from now on.â Ilya says.
Yeah, Shane thinks, til death do they part.
And if Ilya drags him onto the dance floor to grind into each other until Shane ruins his expensive pants then thatâs fine too. Ilya can pick out a new pair for him tomorrow.