vampire (trainee)

the first time shane tells ilya he wants to ride him, he’s a blushing, eye contact avoiding, mess.

they’re making out hard, clothes half off as they lay on the couch, ilya on top of him when shane pulls back, lips swollen, voice barely a whisper. “i want… um.”

ilya leans down and runs his lips along shane’s jaw, “you want… what?”

shane huffs a little and ilya looks up to see his eyes trained on the ceiling now. ilya moves up into his line of sight and before shane can turn his head to avoid his eye contact ilya reaches a hand up and grips his chin making him stay put and look at him, “you want what, hmm?”

shane takes a steadying breath, looking into ilya’s eyes, he normally hates eye contact, but with ilya it feels different.

“i want to… ride you. i mean, like try to at least.”

ilya’s mouth drops open a little at the statement, his pulse thuds in his neck and he finds himself without speech imagining shane hollander rolling his hips on his lap. he nods slow and long, his tongue peeking out his open mouth to lick his bottom lip.

“yeah? you want to bounce on my cock, hollander?” he hears his raspy voice say.

shane swallows and nods, ears scarlet, trying to turn to hide his face but ilya keeps holding him by the chin.

ilya works him open for so long, making sure he’s nice and ready but once shane’s sinking down—slow, hot, gasping—something flips. his hips roll experimentally, then harder, chasing that perfect angle until he’s bouncing like he’s starving for it, hands bracing on the back of the couch for leverage, little desperate sounds spilling out of his pink wet lips.

“da—yes—hollander, jus’ like that,” ilya groans, gripping his waist, eyes wild. “look at you, hmm? doing so fucking good.“

shane’s initial embarrassment has burnt away. he rides ilya like he owns him, like his strong sculpted thighs were made to do just this. it’s messy and wild and perfect.

But he knows Ilya used to traipse around Europe in the summers, and he knows he was a club rat, so despite the fact that it makes Shane feel like he’s gonna puke, he’s incredibly excited to, like, not only see this side of Ilya but to experience it with him.

But before we talk partying we gotta talk about transport.

They get picked up from the airport with a very highly rated private service and rent an obnoxious villa on a fucking cliff over-looking the water because they can. It has a gym, infinity pool, private beach access and various other amenities, including a huge wine cellar with included sommelier, and a garage of sports cars and motorbikes/scooters. They take the cars a few times, and the Montrealer in Shane fucking relishes in the chaotic pace of Spanish traffic (which Ilya has not yet had the opportunity to see and is a little shocked by, but finds incredibly hot).

It takes more for convincing for the motorbike.

“I don’t want to end up in the hospital on our honeymoon—”

“Who said anything about hospital? Hollander, I am an expert. I would drive all around—”

“Yeah, and you shouldn’t have been doing that, anyway! They’re death traps!”

“One ride. Just quickly around.”

“Ilya.”

“Shane.” He comes closer, sliding his hands over Shane’s hips. “You, with your secret fucked up driving? You will love it, I promise.” He squeezes his hands and shrugs innocently. “And if you’re too scared you can follow me in a car.”

“Fucking—” Shane cuts himself off. Glares. “If we get hurt you’re gonna break the news to Weibe. And my parents.”

Ilya gleefully hands him a helmet.

“This is peer pressure,” Shane grouses as Ilya helps him put it on.

“Mm,” Ilya hums, straddling the bike. He puts on his own helmet. He’s not hot. At all. “Now, behind me. Feet on the little things on the side—yes, perfect.” He revs the engine like an asshole, and Shane firmly tells himself that isn’t hot, either. Neither is the way Shane wraps his arms around him, or how he has to hook his chin over Ilya’s shoulder to hear him over the noise, or when Ilya smirks and says hold on, Hollander before they take off like a fucking shot. Shane swears in surprise, arms squeezing Ilya’s middle. He can he feel him laughing and can’t help but grin back.

It’s… okay, it’s fun.

Ilya eases off the speed a little so it isn’t quite as terrifying, takes the turns more slowly, and is careful with the cracks and potholes. Eventually, the fact that he’s holding back becomes more annoying than sweet, and Shane takes advantage of an empty road at their more sedate pace to cuddle up against Ilya’s back more thoroughly. “This how you normally drive?” Shane yells against the wind.

He can feel Ilya shrug. “Precious cargo!” He yells back.

“Don’t worry about me!”

Ilya glances back at him, raising a brow. At the squeeze of Shane’s arms around him, he smirks and fucking guns it. They weave through traffic, around potholes, and take turns that have Shane’s heart in his throat and his adrenaline pumping. “If it’s too much, you say!” He hears Ilya yell through the wind.

It’s not too much. It is so embarrassingly not too much that he gets hard and horny enough to rub up against Ilya and feels him laugh delightedly. When Shane sees a good spot up ahead he grins. “Hey! Pull over up there!”

Ilya glances back, confused, but does as he’s told. “Are you—”

Shane has his helmet off almost before they’ve stopped, sliding off the back of the bike and walking backwards towards the trees. His hands are already undoing the button and zip of his shorts.

Ryan reads to me as autistic 10000%. Everything from the flat affect, to the lack of change in facial expressions, staying away from the large gathering things to be alone and listen to his podcasts, not understanding social norms, his specific interest... I could go on. This man is autistic (to me at least).

So when I was playing The Quarry I felt myself represented in the way that Ryan responded to the flirting. He seemed extremely interested in Dylan; he smiles in every scene they have together, he responds to Dylan in an interested way, once they get closer he asks Dylan more and more questions about himself and gets to know the real him.

And Dylan responds to all of this, he meets Ryan where he's at, takes an interest in his interests, and doesn't push Ryan to do things he's not comfortable with. They have a lovely energy that's filled with patience, kindness, and understanding.