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Shane has a ridiculous, huge grin on his face the whole drive back to his apartment. It only grows wider when his phone vibrates with a new notification and he glances at it, seeing that it's a message. Obviously it might not be from Ilya, because it's literally been a minute since he left the shop, but even just the possibility of it and the reminder that they've exchanged numbers have him feeling all excited and giddy.
He reaches for his phone the moment he's parked the car, letting out a happy and absolutely embarrassing squeal when he sees that the text is indeed from Ilya, his smile only growing broader as he's reminded how Ilya named his contact on Shane's phone.
From: Ilya (hot mechanic)
When are we going on date?
I am free
If he's honest there have been several moments he wondered if Ilya truly meant it when he said he wanted to take him out on a date, because of course he must get asked out all the time, looking like that, so why would he bother with Shane when they've already fucked? But here he is, already texting him.
Shane quickly messages him back, trying to not overthink it, adding an emoji so he hopefully seems nice and flirty.
To: Ilya (hot mechanic)
Hey 🙂
You are free when?
From: Ilya (hot mechanic)
Whenever you say our date is
Shane frowns a little at the text, not sure he's understanding it correctly. There's no way Ilya truly is so eager to see him again and go on a date with him. This is maybe the last thing Shane was expecting when he thought about how this might go, but as he rereads Ilya's message for the tenth time he really can't find any other way to interpret it. He just has to trust that Ilya means it.
And it seems that he truly does, because a couple of messages later they've arranged a date!
He honestly had no idea it could be so easy.
He feels his insides all warm and fuzzy and he quite literally giggles when Ilya says that him playing hockey is hot. He's just glad no one's there to witness all this, his cheeks burning up even if he's being ridiculous safely on his own.
He's also quite relieved to see that Hayden's not home when he finally makes himself get out of the car and head to their apartment. He needs some time alone to process what has happened. And to shower and calm down, because his whole body is still flushed and too hot, probably because he hasn't stopped thinking about Ilya and everything that's happened since he went to the shop.
He embarrassingly can't stop himself from jerking off in the shower, apparently still needy even after getting fucked and having come, but it's hardly his fault. This was easily the hottest and most exciting thing Shane's ever experienced. Nothing else even comes close.
So yeah, of course he touches himself, stroking his dick, while thinking about Ilya's mouth, his large, strong hands, the absolutely obscene muscles on his arms and chest, his broad shoulders, his huge, fat, perfect cock. He whines and moves a bit faster, letting the fingers of his other hand, slippery with soap, shift lower and rub over his hole that's still feeling thoroughly used and tender. Shane fucking loves it; just another reminder that he had Ilya inside him less than an hour ago and how incredible it felt.
It doesn't take him long to come. He thinks about Ilya's beautiful eyes, the way Ilya kissed him and looked at him, like he was hungry for Shane, calling him princess, telling him how good he feels around him, how well he's taking his cock-
Shane comes with Ilya's name on his lips, cum sputtering across the tiled wall of the shower.
Fuck. He really can't fucking wait for Friday.
And he really fucking hopes Ilya meant it when he said that this was a special occasion - only for very special princess - because somehow it truly feels special and Shane already knows he wants this to be more than just one fuck; more than just one date.
**
Shane sees Hayden the next day at the cafeteria.
He's already sitting at a table and finishing his lunch, when Hayden appears and joins him, sitting on the chair across Shane's.
“Hey,” he says, his chair screeching as he moves to get comfortable, dragging it across the floor, making Shane grimace at the sound. “I slept at Jackie's yesterday- well, obviously. But yeah, I was gonna text to let you know but I forgot, sorry. We were busy,” he says, emphasizing his words by wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, as if there's any chance Shane would misunderstand that.
Shane ignores that last part. He just shrugs and shakes his head. “It's fine, I figured.”
More than fine really. Shane stayed up until late last night, too keyed up to relax and fall asleep. Instead he jerked off one more time, this time using his dildo as well, gentle and slow, but still feeling the stretch and the soreness from Ilya's cock, and wishing Ilya was there. He almost texted him, but he decided he'd already appeared desperate enough at the shop, so as horny as he was and as much as he wanted to text Ilya that he needed his cock again, he didn't.
Hopefully, he'll get that on Friday, if everything goes well.
And it fucking better go well, because after he came and his arousal was - mostly - gone, Shane still couldn't stop thinking about Ilya- but now in a very different way which was even scarier.
He imagined simple things, like walking with Ilya and holding his hand, going to the movies with him, going to the shop just to see Ilya and bring him lunch, being able to kiss him whenever he wanted, cuddling and falling asleep on the couch together.
And he knows it's all ridiculous, because he literally just met Ilya and doesn't quite know him, but he can't help it. He admits he's always liked the idea of having a boyfriend, but up until Ilya it was just a fantasy, just a man without a face or a name.
Now he knows very well what he wants.
“-ane? Dude, what the fuck?”
Shane's drawn back to the present and out of his thoughts by Hayden, who's snapping his fingers right in front of his face, clearly having been trying to get his attention for a while now.
Oops.
“Yeah, sorry- you were saying?” He asks, trying to not make a big deal of the fact that he's been basically daydreaming while his friend was talking to him.
“Why are you ignoring me? What were you thinking about?” Hayden asks, killing any hope Shane had that they would just ignore that and move on.
Clearly not.
“What- nothing. I wasn't thinking about anything,” he says quickly and only barely manages to stop himself from grimacing.
Hayden offers him a pitying look. “Dude. You're such a bad liar, it honestly makes me sad.”
Shane huffs and rolls his eyes. He's not that bad. “Shut up,” he says, no heat behind the words. “Really though, it's nothing. I'm just a little tired. I didn't sleep much.” At least that last part is the truth.
Hayden looks at him, narrowing his eyes, as if that will somehow help him figure out what Shane's hiding. And obviously that's not possible, but it still makes Shane flush and avert his gaze, regretting having already finished his lunch and not being able to use that to distract himself and sort of hide from Hayden's stare.
“Something's going on. You're being even weirder than usual.”
“I'm not weird. Fuck you.” And it's not even that he doesn't want to tell Hayden about Ilya, if he's honest. He just suddenly feels too exposed like this; like Hayden can somehow read his mind and see all the horny and sappy thoughts he's been having about Ilya.
Then again, he's really fucking excited and wants to talk about his date on Friday, so he's definitely telling Hayden about it. Not now though. In a bit. When he's not feeling this shy and also so he won't have to admit that he's indeed being super weird and lying, because that would mean Hayden was right and Shane can't let him win. Not that it's a competition. Well, he guesses everything can be a competition, if you're competitive enough-
He decides to change the subject, knowing there's one thing that always manages to distract Hayden. “Where's Jackie?” He asks and Hayden's eyes immediately brighten up, all the staring and the suspicions immediately forgotten.
Hayden talks about Jackie for a while - Shane likes her, so he doesn't mind - and then he bitches about some of his classes and they talk about practice and Shane manages to not get distracted at all and almost forgets he's supposed to tell Hayden about his date, but Hayden accidentally reminds him to.
“Oh, dude. What happened with your car? Can they fix it?”
Shane knows Hayden's simply checking whether or not everything's fine with his car, it's just an innocent question, he can't possibly know what happened obviously, but Shane still feels his face instantly heat up and he has to clear his throat and avert his gaze before answering. “Uhm, yeah. Yes. It's already fixed actually.”
“Damn, already? Nice. How much was it?”
At this point his cheeks are properly burning, probably having turned bright red. Okay, here it goes. “Well, I, uh, I didn't pay anything. Ilya said it's on the house.”
“What the-” suddenly Hayden stops and just looks at him for a moment, probably taking in the way he's blushing and can't meet his eyes for more than two seconds, and clearly he understands something. Then he groans. “Shane, no. Ugh. Come on, man, why him? Did I not tell you he's an asshole?”
Shane shrugs and maybe pouts a little. “He was very nice to me.”
“Yes, because he probably just wants to fuck you.”
“Well…”
Hayden's eyes widen in understanding. “What the fuck? Already? When?”
“Yesterday. At the shop. They have, like, an office room in the back... And, yeah…”
“Oh my God,” Hayden says, just as Rose appears at their table.
“What?” She asks, sounding immediately intrigued. She takes a seat, looking at them expectantly. “What are we talking about? What did I miss?”
Hayden replies before Shane has the chance to do so.
“Oh, you know, nothing. Just Shane whoring himself out to have his car fixed because he couldn't pay.”
Both Shane and Rose gasp, but clearly for very different reasons.
“Shane,” she says and reaches to gently hold his hand, sounding genuinely concerned about him and like she's two seconds away from suggesting she lend him money.
Shane groans and lets his head fall back for a moment. Then he glares at Hayden, who looks completely remorseless. “Asshole,” he mutters, which of course makes him grin. “It wasn't like that,” he says, now talking to Rose. She doesn't seem completely convinced.
“Okay, so what happened? What's Hayden talking about?”
Shane tells her about the noises his car was making and that he took it to the shop yesterday. He tries to not talk too much about how extremely hot Ilya is, wanting to appear at least a little normal about him- which he clearly isn't.
“So, uhm, yeah, then we went to the office of the shop and… yeah. Not because I couldn't pay- which I didn't anyway, because he said it's on the house,” he says, not managing to hide how pleased he is about it. “And we're going on a date on Friday.”
Rose gasps again, this time grinning and honestly looking quite proud of him. “Shane! You slut!” She says, excited and definitely too loud, and Shane feels his face grow warm again as the people sitting at the tables near theirs turn to look at them.
“I hate you both so much,” he grumbles, but they both clearly very much ignore him, Rose smiling and Hayden still sulking.
“You forgot to mention he's an asshole.”
“He's not,” he says, needing to defend Ilya because he truly was so sweet and nice to him. But maybe Hayden knows something about him that Shane should be aware of before their date? Fuck. He hopes it's nothing too bad. “Why do you not like him?”
Suddenly Hayden stops the sulking and sits up from where he was basically sprawled in his chair, leaning in almost conspiratorially as he starts talking. “So, you know how I took my car to him like a week ago?”
“Yes, I literally went to pick it up-”
“Right, right. So yeah, I took it to the shop, he said he could fix it, all good. Then I asked him if it would be ready by Wednesday, because I had a date,” he says and pauses, waiting for them to nod and show they're paying attention before continuing.
Shane admits he's a bit worried. He really doesn't want to cancel his plans with Ilya.
“And then he very pointedly raised his eyebrows, like he was saying ‘Date? You? Sure, buddy’. As if I was lying about it! Can you fucking believe it?”
Hayden stops talking and for a long moment neither Shane nor Rose say anything. Shane's basically holding his breath as he waits for the bad part to come- only to realize that this is it.
Before he can stop himself, he lets out a snort, both amused by Hayden's ridiculousness and relieved that he doesn't have to cancel his date with Ilya. He tries to hold back and not basically laugh right in Hayden's face. Rose, on the other hand, clearly doesn't seem very concerned about hurting Hayden's feelings, because she simply bursts out laughing. Shane can't blame her. Hayden's being dramatic as fuck.
“He did have the car ready though,” Shane points out not very helpfully, as he presses his lips together to stop the giggles that are desperately trying to escape. Rose is quite literally wiping tears off her eyes at this point.
“Yeah, whatever. He's still an asshole,” Hayden grumbles, not very happy with them not taking the issue seriously.
For a moment Shane considers being a good friend and apologizing - not very earnestly - to Hayden for finding this funny, but then his phone lights up with a notification and the moment he sees Ilya's name on the screen, he forgets everything else.
From: Ilya (hot mechanic)
I hope you are having good day princess 😍
“It's him,” Shane says, smiling, and immediately wonders just how red his cheeks are right now. “He says he hopes I'm having a good day. See, I told you he's very nice.”
Rose ‘aw’s at that, while Hayden mumbles something grumpily, clearly not impressed.
Shane doesn't pay any attention to them, busy staring at his phone, his stomach fluttering happily as he looks at the message. Their date is in less than two days, so he wasn't really expecting Ilya to text him before then, but he's very glad that he did.
To: Ilya (hot mechanic)
I am, thank you 🙂💙
I hope your day is very nice too😚
From: Ilya (hot mechanic)
Now that you sent me little kiss my day is perfect
“Oh my God, look at that smile,” Rose says excitedly and Shane glances at her for a moment shyly, trying to not feel too embarrassed about being so very obvious about this and having a crush on someone he just met. Even though, it's actually worse than that, because this feels nothing like a simple crush; Shane's had those before and he's never felt any fluttering in his stomach, or the tingling sensation across his skin every time he thinks about Ilya, or this almost overwhelming craving he can't imagine ever being sated.
Hayden grimaces, clearly not sharing Rose's enthusiasm. “No no, stop that, I don't like it-”
“That's homophobic-”
“What- no- no, it's not! Not liking Ilya because he's an asshole isn't homophobic. Shane, tell her I'm not being homophobic-”
Shane tunes them out and turns his attention back to his phone, biting his lower lip as he types.
To: Ilya (hot mechanic)
You can have more. As many as you want😚😚😚😚😚
From: Ilya (hot mechanic)
I will get as many kisses as I want on Friday too?
Shane's smile widens.
To: Ilya (hot mechanic)
Hmmmmm
Maybe😇
Definitely. Ilya can get as many kisses and whatever else he wants from him. It's probably too late to be playing hard to get now, considering he's already had Ilya inside him, but this is fun, he likes it.
From: Ilya (hot mechanic)
Oh is challenge? I like it
Can't fucking wait to see you princess😘
To: Ilya (hot mechanic)
Me too🥰🥰
Shane feels himself relax a little, some of his worries and doubts leaving him. There's no way the date won't go well when Ilya's so sweet and nice to him and when they're clearly both very excited to see each other again!