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‘Ilya,’ Shane said sternly, ‘we do not need to bring three bags of candy with us. The kids will have already had dinner when we get there, and we don’t want to get them high on sugar before bedtime.’
Ilya pushed his lips forward in a way that Shane would never admit he found adorable. Shane wanted to put his mouth over those lips and nip them for good measure.
‘But I am the fun uncle! I will not lose my good standing with children,’ Ilya whined.
‘We can be the fun uncles without loading the children up on sugar.’
‘There is no “we”,’ Ilya responded quickly.
‘Huh?’
‘I am the fun uncle. You are serious fun-ending uncle who manages vegetables and bedtimes.’
‘Fuck off! I’m fun. The kids get all excited when they see me.’
‘They hope if they flatter you enough, you will not insist on more green food.’
‘Oh shut up!’
‘If I am quiet, will you insist on less green food for me?’
‘Maybe,’ Shane said softly, leaning towards Ilya’s ear. ‘Or maybe I will give you a reward for eating your vegetables.’ Shane kissed the hinge of Ilya’s jaw and then took his earlobe into his mouth and sucked. He received a deep moan in return.
‘Will you be a good boy?’ Shane whispered.
Ilya shuddered. ‘I will eat whatever you give me, daddy.’
Shane slapped Ilya’s ass, then pulled him in for a quick but deep kiss.
‘Good. But, we’re still leaving the candy behind.’
Shane turned to walk to the front door. Ilya followed. Shane ignored the fact that Ilya made a crinkling sound as he walked.
Shane stood in the corridor after finally getting Amber back to sleep. Thankfully, Arthur hadn’t stirred. He’d remained sprawled with one leg stretched off his bed, even as his sister had screamed her head off. Shane thought Arthur could probably sleep through the end of the world.
Shane could hear Ilya reading a bedtime story to the twins in their bedroom. He knew he could go in and join them, but there was something so precious about listening in on this completely unguarded version of Ilya.
Ilya roared and coughed as he acted out the role of a cantankerous dragon from the girls’ favourite book. ‘I will burn you to a crisp and then I will eat you! I love my food with CRUNCH!’
The girls squealed with delight. A warmth filled Shane’s chest and he smiled widely in the dim corridor, even though he knew the girls would probably be too amped up to ever fall asleep anywhere near their bedtime.
Ilya growled, ‘I will eat you two first. You look the tastiest!’
There was a thump and quick footsteps as one of the twins jumped out of the bed. Shane got ready to intervene in case Ilya had taken the make-believe too far, but then he heard Ruby’s announcement.
‘You cannot eat us! I am a vicious warrior with a SWORD!’
‘Ahh! No, anything but the sword!’
‘And I have a pillow!’ Jade added.
Shane heard the soft thuds and clacks of the pillow and plastic sword attack, interspersed with high-pitched giggles and the groans of the dragon’s dramatic demise.
Shane looked at his watch and sighed. It was already well after 9pm.
Shane called out, ‘I hope the lights are out in there and everyone’s going to sleep.’
‘Quick! We can’t let Uncle Shane catch us. Under the blankets! I’ll get the light.’ Ilya said in a stage whisper.
‘But not the little light,’ said Ruby.
‘I know, sweet.’ Ilya replied. Shane melted. Soon, he would be nothing but a puddle on the corridor floor.
Shane stepped into the doorway to find the girls as lumps under the comforter, but still giggling, and Ilya lay on the floor, huddled under a blanket.
‘Good night, girls. I’d better take the dragon out of here.’
The blanket on the floor snorted.
In the living room, Shane put on the sports channel and pretended to be entirely engrossed in… golf? He couldn’t look at Ilya. He did not feel in control, and he could not, absolutely not, do all the things he needed to do to Ilya on Hayden’s couch.
Ilya kissed Shane’s head on his way past to get more pizza from the kitchen. Food was a great idea. Shane wasn’t hungry, but eating would be exactly the distraction he needed.
Eating was not the distraction he needed. Ilya had moaned as he bit into the triple cheese slice and now he had a little bit of cheese on his chin. Shane didn’t need more dairy today, but he wanted to crawl across the couch and clean the cheese off Ilya’s face with his tongue. Hayden and Jackie needed to come home now.
Ilya finished his pizza, put his plate on the coffee table, and tried to cuddle up next to Shane. Nope, no, much too dangerous. Shane lurched up from the couch and mumbled something about cleaning up in the kitchen.
Shane still couldn’t look at Ilya as they walked to the car. He just had to make it a little bit further.
They got into the car and Shane drove to the end of the road, where there was only a nature reserve. Ilya had just started asking why Shane was going the wrong way when Shane put the car in park, turned off the engine and climbed over into Ilya’s lap, hitting his head on the car ceiling on his way.
The warmth in Shane’s chest from earlier kindled into fire as he straddled Ilya in the very cramped space and kissed him with everything he had. Ilya managed to move the seat back to give them more room without breaking the kiss. Shane knew he had no finesse right now, but he needed Ilya in that moment, desperately. He sucked on Ilya’s tongue, savouring the answering moan. Ilya’s hands were in his hair and Shane felt ready to combust.
They’d barely started kissing, but Shane could already feel their hard lengths straining against their jeans. He rolled his hips to rub their cocks together through the fabric. They both gasped. The car windows were getting misty.
Shane kept grinding against Ilya, his pace frantic, his movements wild, his kisses sloppy and ceaseless against Ilya’s face. Ilya’s hands seemed to be everywhere, chasing away any lingering thoughts Shane had about being caught in the car or making a mess. Shane gave himself over to Ilya, and the freedom of that moment only increased the tempo with which he ground against Ilya.
Ilya’s sounds became more ragged and frantic; Shane knew he was close.
‘Are you going to come in your pants for me?’ Shane gasped out between wet kisses.’
‘Fucking make me.’
Ilya wasn’t the only one who knew how to do what he was told.
After they’d both finished, Shane nuzzled his head against Ilya’s neck, aware that they would both have a very uncomfortable drive home. He loathed the feeling of the sticky wetness in his briefs, but he wouldn’t change a thing. Though he would get the car detailed tomorrow.
‘I’m not complaining, but what prompted that, sweetheart?’ Ilya asked, his voice a soft rumble.
Shane leaned back to gaze at his man. ‘I want all of that with you.’
Ilya looked self-satisfied and adoring in equal measure. ‘You have that. You can have that whenever you want.’
Shane suddenly felt shy, heat rising in his cheeks. ‘No, I mean, I want a family with you.’
‘While I approve of your approach, I think David and Yuna did not teach you some basics. We cannot make a baby this way.’
‘Fuck off.’
‘It’s shame, because I would love our child to have your beautiful freckles.’ Ilya ran his thumbs across Shane’s cheeks. ‘Maybe we should try anyway, just in case.’