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Shane was running late. Therefore, he was already irritable. You would think he would have felt even the smallest bit relaxed after the orgasm he had just had. But his punctuality was something he prided himself on. No matter how sexy and satisfying it was to be surprised by Ilya's eagerness to suck his dick in the shower, his need to be on time overshadowed any post orgasm bliss he should have been feeling.
He was half way through shaving when Ilya finally gathered himself and stepped out of the shower with a towel draped around his waist. Ilya came behind Shane and wrapped an arm around his torso, being careful not to jostle him, and reached up to run his fingers through the back of Shane's hair.
"Would you ever let me cut your hair?" He randomly questioned him. Shane took a beat to answer as he focused on the stroke of his razor. His voice came out curt. He was trying to work quickly and didn't feel he had time for questions. However, he always had a small sense of guilt when he had to leave quickly after doing something sexual with Ilya, so he gave into his questioning.
"I thought you liked my hair long?" He avoided answering the question directly the way he wanted to, which would have been with a very firm 'No.'
"Yes, but I mean would you trust me to do it?" He clarified.
"Have you ever cut hair before?" Shane questioned him back.
"Yes of course. In Russia I used to cut mine and my brother. My mom used to, so I started when she died."
Shane's face fell a bit at the mention of Ilya's mom. He felt remorse for his tone. He stopped shaving and reached a hand down to stroke over the back of Ilya's that was resting on his abdomen.
"Yeah, I would trust you." He finally answered with a small tilt of his lips. Ilya kissed his shoulder in response and stepped away from him, seemingly satisfied with his answer. Ilya absentmindedly dropped his towel from around his waist. It fell to the ground as he headed to the closet to retrieve his clothes. Shane couldn't help but sigh audibly and roll his eyes, knowing that he would be the one to pick it up and put it in the laundry in just a few minutes.
Shane felt somewhat contrite for his attitude as Ilya came back in sporting his own briefs with a pair for Shane's in his hand. He set them on the counter as Shane finished up the last strip of shaving. Ilya ogled Shane's ass as he bent over to put them on. He playfully pinched at Shane's ass as he was putting his foot through the leg hole, causing him to get tripped up and nearly smash his face into the counter. "Jesus Christ." He cursed out as he turned to glare at Ilya after gaining his balance. Ilya could not help the snicker he let out behind his hand as Shane's irritation came off him in waves.
Ilya apologized insincerely as he turned to leave the bathroom. "Shit. Sorry." Shane threw back a bit too harshly "Are you going to pick up your fucking towel?" Ilya raised an eyebrow and turned to give Shane a challenging look with a tip of his head.
"Yes. Mother." He said mockingly as he bent down and picked up the towel without taking his eyes off of Shane's. Shane turned with a huff and grabbed some hair products while he started to run his fingers through the ends trying to tame it.
Ilya feigned nonchalance as he slowly twisted the towel in his hands then swung it like a jump rope in front of him several times. After a few moments Shane saw what Ilya was doing through the mirror and he froze.
He had been in enough annoying locker room towel whipping fights to know what Ilya was doing and he was NOT in the mood to fuck around. He glanced at the time on his phone and said in an exhausted tone. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" While continuing his routine of grabbing moisturizer and aftershave. He tried to keep his cool, hoping it would keep Ilya from antagonizing him.
Ilya shrugged and continued to twist the towel "Nothing... Nothing at all."
"I'm running late Ilya. Don't fuck with me." Shane warned him.
"I don't know what you are talking about." He frowned as he retorted continuing to twist the towel. Shane pretended to ignore him as he turned and walked past him to their closet.
Ilya truly only meant to snap the towel at him. Hoping to get a startle from him as the sound of it cracked in the air. However, he misjudged Shane's pace and the towel snapped perfectly against the peak of Shane's ass cheek with a loud crack that reverberated through the room. Shane immediately yelled, "Ilya what the fuck!" As he whipped around to giving him a seething glare.
Ilya's mouth was agape as Shane's hand came down to soothe the spot on his ass that stung like a bitch. He lowered the waist of his briefs to see the red mark already forming.
"I-" Ilya started to apologize and explain he hadn't meant to, but Shane cut him off. "Just fuck off Rozanov! I'm late!" He shouted as he pulled his underwear back into place. Rozanov slowly and sheepishly followed him into the closet, swallowing audibly, a sincere apology forming on his tongue.
Ilya gave Shane a moment to breathe and stood watching him rifle through a drawer as he made a mess of his previously folded shirts by pushing them around.
Shane's physical response to the snap of the towel and the stinging sensation it left in its wake was completely out of his control. He had never been so irritated and so turned on simultaneously before. He was pissed at himself, his body's response, and Ilya. He slammed the drawer shut as Ilya stood silently watching him. He braced his hands against the shelf in front of him and peered down at his hardening member willing it to go down before Ilya noticed and ribbed him for it.
He didn't even know what the fuck was going on and he sure as hell wasn't ready to explain to Ilya why he had a hard on from being snapped with a towel. He knew Ilya wouldn't let it go if he noticed. Shane heard Ilya's feet shift on the floor boards behind him, prompting Shane to clear his throat and straighten to stand tall before throwing an irritated look over his shoulder.
"I am sorry." Ilya said with true conviction. "I only meant to pretend. Not to..." Shane didn't need him to finish. He just needed his boner to go away and to get to his meeting on time.
"It's fine." He cut him off. Accepting the apology through clenched teeth. Ilya approached him carefully and reached out to gently rub close to the spot he knew he had hit I'm at with the backs of his fingers. "Is it-?" He tried to inquire, but Shane slapped his hand away.
"I'm fine. I need to go." He was hoping that Ilya would walk away and give him some space to calm down, but something in the back of his mind ached to have Ilya run his fingers over the stinging flesh. Shane took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a short moment.
Unfortunately Ilya knew exactly what Shane looked like when he was trying to reign himself in from letting sexual desires overtake his brain. It was one of Ilya's favorite looks on Shane. He reveled in the exasperated flushed look he could illicit from Shane with the most innocent of touches or uttered phrases. It was only that Shane typically demonstrated the specific look Ilya cherished when he was turned on in PUBLIC. It was strange that he was sporting it now as they stood alone, together, in his closet.
Ilya quirked an eyebrow in confusion as he stepped around Shane to catch a glimpse of his front. "Are- are you hard right now?" He asked with confusion laced in his voice.
Shane turned his back on Ilya, attempting to block the view of his aching dick as he pushed at the base of it willing it to go down, even though it was now entirely obvious that he was, in fact, hard. A confused smirk overtook Ilya's lips.
"Was it-? Do you-? Did you like that?" Ilya asked in all seriousness as he squinted at the back of Shane's head trying to figure out what was going on. Shane simply let out a heavy sigh and with clear finality told him, "I don't have time for this. I need to go." Then he snatched a pair of pants off of a hanger and hastily put them on.
Ilya observed Shane as he pointedly avoided eye contact, finished getting dressed, and headed for the door. Ilya simply trailed behind him from a distance, not sure how to resolve whatever was happening between them before Shane left for several hours.
Shane yanked the front door open and without looking at Ilya informed him, "I'll be home around 8." Before shutting the door firmly behind him. Shane took a beat once he got in his car to take a deep breath and rest his head against his steering wheel.
He resolved to focus on his meeting with his latest sponsor who was supposed to be helping with a new project for their charity which he had planned as a surprise for Ilya. He gathered himself and pushed down the nagging feeling of guilt and shame that had washed over him due to his involuntary bodily response. He hoped that Ilya would let it go and not bring it up when he returned that night. He tactfully texted Ilya that he had a surprise for him on his way home. He presented his idea for their charity promptly when he returned. Pretending as if nothing uncomfortable had occurred between them earlier in the day. Thankfully he was successful in distracting Ilya from bringing it up... At least for the time being.