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That was something in Spain 's air, Ilya was sure about that. Maybe it was the heat, the sweetness from the wine or the seasoning in the food — Ilya was shocked about the wonderful taste of everything he 'd eaten. Whatever it was, Ilya was thankful for the miracle that happened with his husband the moment they stepped out of the plane and breathed the dry and hot Spanish air.
Shane was relaxed. Really relaxed. Shoulders down, easy smile with that fucking freckles, tanned skin and he hadn't even spoken about hockey, midia stuff and worries. From the beginning, Ilya thought that Shane might had hit his head, or changebodies with someone else, or even be abducted.
But then, when they decided go for a walk in the first afternoon at Valencia, Shane said:
"I should probably buy some gifts for my parents and Rose. Do you think she would like a bottle opener with Virgin Mary sculpted?"
He pointed to the bizarre thing being exhibited in a store showcase. Ilya laughed, squeezed Shane 's hand, and decided that he was the same as always, but involved in the newly-married happiness bubble.
Not that Ilya wasn't in the same way. He still was shocked and emotional with the ring around his finger, calling Shane 'husband', to be able to hold his hand in the streets, without the fear or the anxiety to hide a moment after that. One simple walk in the sidewalks, surrendered by the historical houses and old spanish architecture, makes Ilya 's heart go fast and emotional.
To be honest, he had another idea of how to spend his honeymoon with Shane. It evolved no clothes, an enormous and luxurious suite and made his husband come as many times as possible. But Shane wanted to see the city, carrying a small notebook with all the places and restaurants he 'd like to go, and Ilya became charmed by Shane 's excitement.
He couldn't say no. He didn't want to say, being fair. It turned him on the fact that Shane wanted to exhibit them as a couple. After so long hiding in the shadows, looking for the other couples and desiring to be like them, Ilya was happier than ever to be Shane 's trophy husband.
That morning in particular, they were sitting at a cafe drinking cold juice, trying to refresh from the excruciating sun, when Shane took Ilya 's hand and gave a little kiss on the top.
The small gesture made Ilya want to bite him. Shane 's hair was still messy from the morning activities, when Ilya pulled his strands strongly while was fucking from behind, and looked delicious right now. Ilya opened his mouth to suggest go back to the hotel, but Shane said first:
"Don 't even think about going back to the hotel, Ilya. It 's our last days in Valencia and I wanna see the Central Market before it closes."
"But we have the whole day and we can skip one hour or two."
Shane looked at him, with frowned eyes behind the sunglasses.
"You know we never take only two hours."
"Sure? Cause I bet I can make you come three times in the meantime."
Ilya said in a low voice, forcing his accent, and smiled. Shane blushed, took a deep breath, which means Ilya, please, stop giving me amazing the worst ideas.
"We can test your theory at night." He muttered, pink colouring his neck exposed by the button shirt, with the first one opened.
Ilya looked around, trying to avoid thoughts about suck Shane 's cock in the caffe bathroom at that moment.
He truly likes Spain. Beside the magic trick with Shane, the country was full of life, light and warmth. The people are receptive, always smiling, talking in fast Spanish — that sounds like music in Ilya 's ears — and everyone seems to breathe art, music and life.
They visited museums, churches, saw old buildings with complex architecture, tasted different foods and learned a little bit of Spanish. Ilya still reminders of Shane, and his incredible capacity to learn a new language, saying in a perfect way: "Eres guapo, esposo." He fell in love one more time, and felt his heart growing outside of his chest.
Shane checks his watch, and stands up.
"Let's go dear, I want to get there before lunch."
And took Ilya 's hand, squeezed, and walked with him in the busy streets. The sun was in the middle of the sky with no clouds, and their hands got sweaty fast, but none of them wanted to stay apart. There wasn't any need to hurry up, and although the heat started to bother them, they took their time, just because they could.
The Central Market is a better place than Ilya was expecting. An old and colonial building, the ceiling revested with colored stained glass and wood beams, looking like a star in the center. It was impressive, and Ilya admired the way that light entered and reflected in the small stalls.
Shane stopped in one of them, full of fresh fruits. He talked with the owner, one attempt of speaking spanish, mixing with english. The salesman offered him a mango cutted in pieces and Shane ate, looking surprised about the taste.
Ilya picked his phone and took a pic of his husband, at the right moment when Shane turned around, to give him one slice.
"Another one, Ilya? Isn't your phone already filled with pics?"
"What? Can I not take pictures of my beautiful husband?"
Shane rolled his eyes, but gave Ilya a bright smile.
They walked through the stalls, ate some artesanal products and bought small gifts for their friends. Funny key-racks sculpted in fruit forms, kitchen utensils made of wood with animal sticks shapes, glasses jars for their house and some teddy bears for Anya.
Yuna was taking care of her for them, and Ilya sent a picture to his mother-in-law of him, Shane and Anya 's gifts.
Yuna
My two lovely babies! If you bought gifts for Anya, I hope there are some for me too.
Ilya
Sorry, our luggage is full of dogs stuff 🫠
Yuna
In that case, you can left Anya here as present for me and David
Ilya
Yuna, you can 't kidnap my baby!
Yuna
She likes us more, sorry Ilya!
And she sent a cute picture of Anya laid on the couch, sleeping and comfy. Ilya giggled, but felt a little bit of sadness. He misses Anya, but this is a long trip, and a dog couldn't handle that much. Besides, he doesn't trust flying companies when the subject is dog transport.
Ilya shows the picture to Shane.
"I told you, didn't I? She will try to make us stay a little longer just to have Anya more."
"Well, isn't a bad idea." Ilya carefully stood on Shane 's face, seeking his thoughts. "We could visit more places, the countryside, before going to Ibiza."
Ilya's lips curved up when he saw Shane really considering the idea, and knew it he would say yes.
"No, it's not a bad idea."
Shane starred him, with a dreamy face, and Ilya kissed him on the cheek. He wanted to grab his face and kiss him passionately, but his husband was still getting comfortable with public affection.
They stayed in the Central Market until the sun set, and came back to the hotel under the yellow street lights. The soft shadows on the concrete blocks on the road created an intimate atmosphere in the streets, and everything seemed to slow down. Ilya still didn't know about the magic around them, but he desires to bottle and carry with him.
Those moments, with Shane by his side, holding his hand, enjoying being just a normal couple walking in the evening, were precious. Ilya paid attention to all the details, and if had a camera, he would record every single second to rewatch and remind himself how happiness looks like.
He was barely holding himself when they got in the room. When Shane closed the door, Ilya pushed him against the wall (and laughed, because of course it has to be a wall in the crime scene) and kissed him.
"I wanna kiss you so badly the entire day, moya lyubov'..."
He murmured before attacking Shane 's mouth. His husband moaned and Ilyia swallowed the sound, feeling his dick answering. Shane grabbed Ilya 's hips, his hands traced a path under the shirt, and pulled him closer. Ilya puts his fingers in Shane 's hair and moves his head in a better angle, deepening the kiss.
"Bed, please."
Shane said breathing hard, his pupils expanded, almost all black. His cheeks were red, part because of heat, part because of Ilya, and his swollen, temptive lips, tasting a little bit of mango and sugar, made Ilya kiss and bite his lower lip.
"Ilya..."
"So impatient." Ilyia said, gazing at him with a smile. "Were you waiting for this, huh? We have a theory to experiment with, if you remember."
"Yes, I do." Shane raised an eyebrow. "Three times?"
Ilya picks his hand and walks with him until reach the bed.
"Three." Ilya smiled and kissed Shane one more time. He was all softness and sweetness, and Ilya loves the way Shane answers to his touch. The shivers, the moans, the eyes closed, the head fallen back, exposing his neck and skin. He would like to paint this image in a frame and put it in a damn museum. "Start to count, moy dorogoy."
Then Ilya pushed Shane in the bed, fell on his knees, put down his shorts with the underwear, and stood there hard and liquid cock for a second. And started to adore Shane with his mouth.
Ilya was good at sucking cocks, he knew it. But loves watching Shane breaks because of him. His moans, eyes closed, that damn freckles in evidence because the red in his cheeks, the long hair messy, some dark hair strands stuck in his lips. In the room with low lights, he looked ethereal.
"Ilya, so good... This is so good."
Ilya moved his head, using his tongue around Shane. He grabbed his tights to have a better position, he was sure that would leave marks, but that thought just spurred him to suck harder. Ilya felt his own cock, harder than ever in the jeans, and used one hand to press his cock, looking for some relief.
But he was very, very happy to just stare at his husband at that moment.
Shane grabbed Ilya 's hair, his body arching against the bed. He made a sound, something between a moan and a gasp.
"Ilya... I'm close."
"You did such a great job, Shane." Ilya said, his hands finishing the job. "Planning this trip, taking us around the city... You deserve a reward."
"Fuck, I can 't take it anymore."
Shane came in a jet, his lips shaped like a perfect "O".
"How many times, husband?"
Ilyia provoked, taking his clothes off.
"One." Shane said, still breathless.
"And we still have one hour and a half."
"Are you really couting the fucking time?"
Shane stood on his forearms and looked at Ilya.
"Of course. It's for scientific purposes. We can write an entire essay about that, if you want."
"I think for someone who wants to make me come three times in two hours, you are wasting time."
Ilya chuckled and put one knee on the bed. Like a lion looking at his next meal, he crawled until reach Shane 's mouth and kissed him for his insolence. He tracked the taste of sugar in his tongue, from the amount of candies that they had tried earlier.
Shane moaned in Ilya 's mouth, sounding desperate, and god, Ilya loves when he was like that. Being able to testify to the love of his life so devoted and surrendered was like heaven to him.
Ilya reached the drawer of the nightstand, opened and found the lubricant, then quickly opened it. He needed to stay away from Shane for some seconds, which made him complain with a long sigh.
Ilya laughed silently.
"Anxious, sweetheart?" He said, spreading an amount in his fingers. "Don't worry, I 'm here."
"You 're an asshole, did you know that?"
Shane said back, rolling his eyes.
"But I 'm kind of one that you like."
Ilya kissed the skin between the navel and Shane 's cock.
"Wrong" Shane breathed heavily "You're the one that I love."
Oh, Ilya was lost in words being said in that beautiful mouth. He kissed Shane one more time, circling his hole at the same time. He was relaxed from earlier, so Ilya 's fingers found an easy way inside Shane. Beside that, they knew each other's bodies well enough to know how to give exactly what they wanted .
"Say one more time."
Ilya demanded, in a rough voice. He felt his own hardness, and used the other hand against himself, looking for some relief.
"Ilya..."
"Say again, dear" Ilya muttered, staring at Shane.
"I love... I love you..."
Shane said, moaning, hands crumbling the bedsheets, head against the pillows, his cock licking again. It didn't take longer than that. Shane broke with a loud gasp, his chest colored in red.
Ilya chased his lips and gave him a soft kiss.
"Two" He said, barely holding a smile. He glanced at the clock in the nightstand. "And we still have twenty minutes"
Shane raised an eyebrow, sweat dripping from his forehead.
"I don't think I can come one more time"
"I think you do." Ilya took off his pants, and covered Shane with his weight. "You were such a good boy, coming for me twice. I think you can do even better, don't you?"
Ilya pressed his own cock against Shane. He was such a mess, but at the same time the most beautiful thing Ilya had laid his eyes on.
Shane put one arm around Ilya 's shoulders, and with the other one, took the hair from his forehead and touched his cheek in a gentle way. He smiled, big brown eyes looking at Ilya with love and passion.
"You 're so pretty"
Shane said, then kissed Ilya's lips. He could feel the love being pressed in that gesture, and his heart got warmed.
"Only for you"
"Of course" Shane opened his legs, and pulled Ilya closer. "You're mine."
Ilya growled, shivers covering his skin, and moved, getting inside of Shane immediately.
"Yes, I am. " Ilyia answered back. "Let me show you how much."
Ilya was thankful to what hell convinced Shane to do yoga, because he almost folded him in the middle, and fucked his husband hard and rough. Thankfully too, this was the way that Shane liked more, and Ilyia heard him moaning a rain of cursed words.
Since he was holding himself, ignoring his own necessity, Ilya knew that he couldn't last a long time. He grabbed Shane's hips, reaching a better angle and kissed him nonsense, their lips barely touching, both on the edge of something big.
"Ilya, I'm close."
"Come with me" Ilya said in russian "I want to hear you"
Shane came with Ilya 's name in his lips and Ilya came after him, seeing white for a second. He slid to the bed, breathing hard on Shane's neck, feeling waves and shivers from the haze after orgasm.
Shane said something that Ilya didn't understand.
"What, love?"
Ilya holds Shane's chin, looking for his mouth, trying to listen one more time.
"Three."
Shane said, his voice just a thin string. Ilyia laughed and checked the clock.
"And we still have five minutes, Hollander. We could decide a match with this time, couldn't we?"
"You're an asshole, Rozanov." Shane said, his eyes closed. Ilya held him in his arms, their legs intertwined so hard that he couldn't say where he starts and where Shane finishes.
"Are you going to sleep? You can suck my dick in five minutes, Hollander. Let's finish the night."
Ilya provoked. He kissed Shane's forehead, gently rubbing his husband's neck skin.
"...Night, Ilya... Love you..."
Shane whispered, falling asleep in the middle of the phrase. Shane would probably wake in a few minutes, complaining about the mess and wanting a shower. After that, he would probably fold the clothes, and Ilya would watch, fascinated by the little details on him.
But now, Ilya 's closed his eyes and with a smile and sleeps by his husband's side.
They decided to go to the countryside after Valencia, and postpone the trip to Ibiza in one week. It wasn't easy, because it was summer and almost all the hotels didn't accept changes, but when you are a millionaire and famous, a lot of doors can open.
After ten days in Valencia, Shane and Ilya took a train to Jerez de la frontera, and got a car to a winery close to the city. It was fucking idilic, in Ilya's opnion: kilometers of vineyard, a blue clean sky, a small orchards with juicy fruits and only them to enjoy it.
They were received by a couple, who take care from the winery, and a selection of wine, cheese and homemade breads.
"I'm feeling in Call me By Your Name" Shane said, with a glass of red wine in his hand. "Only missing the peaches."
"I still can't believe that you forced me to read that book."
"You finished the book before me, Ilya, and you were crying!"
"Lies." Ilya drank his wine in one sip. It was drinkable, at least, wine wasn't his favorite drink.
The thing with books started, surprisily, with Ilya. They were caught by a heavy rain that lasted a week and a half, one of the kinds that you can't step outside, and the internet went down on the first day. Shane and Ilya spent their time fucking and sleeping, until they finally got bored of stay only at the bed.
Knowing Ilya really well, Shane gave him some tasks, besides exercise. They cleaned the whole house in one day, organized the pantry, played the board games available in the house and watched all the old DVD 's in the shelf. Worked well until the third day, but on the fourth Ilya was seriously thinking about throwing himself at the lake. But he saw the books on the shelf and made a discovery between the boring books about hockey: The Picture of Dorian Gray.
He immediately came to Shane.
"I thought you just read books about work, what's that?"
Shane was doing the dinner and looked at Ilya before cutting the potatoes.
"This is from Rose. She was selected for a test, an adaptation of The Picture of Dorian Gray and she gave me a copy from the book. It's pretty good, I think you will like it."
And Ilya did. He read the entire book in two days, and became a little obsessed. Rose got excited about that, and they decided to start a small book club that included Shane and Yuna — who got interested in a new hobby. Call me By Your Name was the second, and they were currently reading now Interview with the Vampire.
The book is, at that moment, in Ilya's hands. After a cozy morning in the bed, where Shane sucked Ilya's dick for long and delicious minutes, they went out and ended up under a tree with their copies.
"Do you think Lestat would like hockey?" Ilyia said out loud. "Like... Would he cheer for Ottawa?
Shane raised an eyebrow.
"You didn't mention hockey the whole trip, and now..."
"It's a fair question!"
Shane sighed and stretched the arms, his shirt went up a little bit, showing a part of his skin. Ilya got his lips wet, and thought about kissing their little part. He did, just because he can, and won a little surprised gasp from his husband.
"Ilya, he is an european vampire, he wouldn't even watch hockey."
"But let's suppose he likes it." Ilya folded the corner of that page to mark the book. "He certainly would be my fan."
"Why? I think he may be interested in watching me play." Ilya opened his mouth, but Shane said "Lestat is clearly attracted to people who are totally different from him. Between us, it's me."
"Are you saying that I look like Lestat de Liancourt?"
"Aren't all European men the same?"
Shane said, but he was clearly fighting with a laugh. Ilya tried to keep serious and offended, but broke a moment later. They laughed loudly, and Shane pulled Ilya closer, hugged him, and kissed his hair with softness.
The sun was setting and the sky was colored by an amount of color tones: orange, pink, blue and white. A golden light touches the wines, a cold and gentle breeze brought the smell of land, Shane by his side, their fingers interlaced, his smell in Ilya's nose and his taste in his tongue.
Ilya closed his eyes for a second, capturing that moment in a jar in his head. If it was a choice, he would like to live there forever.
Well, he might add more things.
Ilya starred Shane, with intentions in his eyes. Shane looked at him, blinking, his forehead frowned, without understanding. Ilya found this adorable, when his husband and his big brown eyes get more than a few seconds to decipher something.
"Wait..." Ilya smiled, and pulled his hand, getting closer. He kissed Shane's cheekbones, and used the tongue to make him moan. "We are outside!"
"And completely alone."
"Ilya!"
"Oh, please." Ilya rolled his eyes and looked at Shane's shorts. "I know you pretty well enough to know that you liked the idea."
"It 's dangerous..."
Ilya kissed his neck. He sucked a mark on the skin, growling when Shane moaned in a desperate voice.
"But look at you, wanting too."
"Fuck you."
Shane muttered. He grabbed Ilya's hair and pulled him in his mouth direction, kissing him hard. There was an urgency in the way that Shane's hands traced the muscles of Ilya's back, his touch never leaving his skin. Ilya could feel the fear of being caught but at the same time, the excitement.
This reminded Ilya of a certain call by Hayden at the cottage, and how Shane didn't stop him while he was talking with his friend.
Ilya covered Shane with his body, and their erection got a bit more of friction. They moaned, Ilya knew that it would be quickly when a wave of pleasure made him feel almost there.
"Can you imagine if someone found us, and shot a video? Hot hockey player fucking in public."
"Sounds scandalous." Shane said, cheeks red e messy hair. He slid a hand in Ilya's shorts, and made a wiggly slow move. "But at least, they would have a great shot in their hands."
Ilya wasn't expecting the joke, and laughed at the same time that he moaned, a strange sound getting out of his mouth.
"You're a lovely brat, did you know that?" He said in Russian. Ilya was losing his mind with Shane's hand over his cock, and he grabbed his husband's hips, neddy.
"I have a good teacher." Shane answered in Russian. Gosh, and he said with almost any accent, pronouncing the vowels in his beautiful mouth. Ilya wanted to make a use of that mouth, so kissed Shane, all teeth and tongue, and put out his cock too.
He rubbed the head, pressing where the liquid was leaking.
"Ilya, if you do this again..." He did, and Shane rolled his eyes. "I'm... close..."
"Already?" Ilya said, but was at the edge as well. "But we're about to start!"
Shane looked at him, luxury and impatient in his eyes and Ilya thought how pretty this combination of feelings was on him.
"Okay, so."
Shane grabbed both of them together, and using the liquid around their cocks, started to move his hand up and down, with pressure. Ilya blanked for a second, envolved in that heat, feeling the fucking grass under his knees, your husband scent in everywhere and the sound of their heavy breath.
They kissed, clumsy, heads in a strangle angle, and Ilya propelled his hips against Shane. He opened his eyes and stared at his husband, looking back at him. Ilya smiled, covered Shane's hand with his and helped him to finish.
They just needed three entire movements and came with a soft moan, their cum mixed, their foreheads touching each other, both of them breathing the same air.
"This was..."
"Great, Ilya. And fucking hot." Shane gave Ilya a gentle kiss. "But I need a bath."
Ilya laughed. He stood up, looking at the mess on their clothes, and took out his shirt, using it to clean Shane.
"Let's go." Shane stood up and grabbed the books in one hand, and picked Ilya's hands with the other. "I want to cook today, what do you think of pasta?"
"We are in Spain, Shane, you need to cook Spanish dishes. Paella... What's the name of that dish? We ate yesterday."
"Tortilla?"
Ilya nodded, and squeezed Shane's hand because of that fucking spanish accent.
"That one."
"Well, I can try. But no peppers in the meat, If you still want to have a husband with a functional stomach tomorrow."
Ilya laughed. The first lines of blue appeared in the sky, the stars were shining from their spots, the moon was coming, there wasn't almost any trace of the sun. The lamps from the winery were lighthered, a yellow and low sparkle, doing shadows over the vines. Shane and Ilya walked by the small path, slow, holding hands.
Shane sighed, and talked about the kitchen stuff from the house, and how they seemed old, from the wrong century. Ilya looked at his husband, and his freckles and thought about how he was happy.