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“We need to go,” Ilya murmured into Shane’s hair.
“One more minute,” Shane said, burrowing himself further into Ilya’s neck. Ilya smiled and held him tighter. It was going to be a big night for Shane. He had just played the final game of his NHL career the day before and he had spent the entire day doing press about his retirement. He was lucky to get a couple hours to relax but they were about to go out with the team to celebrate his retirement. Ilya knew that Shane had some complicated feelings about it. The night before had been a loss for the team. Given they had made it to the playoffs, Shane’s career would inevitably end in a loss unless they had managed to win the Stanley cup and no one had high expectations for that reality. Ilya’s career had ended similarly so he could understand. But since he stepped off of the ice the night before, after a long round of applause, Shane had been somber.
Ilya had held him as they watched dumb hotel TV until Shane fell asleep. His body was tired after so many years of exertion. Ilya knew now, after a year of retirement, the strain that the sport put on the body. It also wasn’t lost on him that Shane’s new weight likely made things harder on his joints. Though Shane had managed to lose ten pounds since his coach had confronted him, he was still twenty pounds heavier than he had been for most of his adult life.
“Okay, one minute is over,” Ilya said, mussing Shane’s hair. Shane whined and Ilya found it cute and hot but he couldn’t focus on that right now. He began to rise and felt his body colder where Shane once was. The man had always run hot but now with the added weight, he was like a bear. Shane groaned and rolled over. Ilya stood from the bed and walked around to the side that Shane was laying on. Shane smiled up at him and Ilya returned it. He reached forward and playfully scratched the curve of Shane’s belly with his fingertips over his (Ilya’s) t-shirt.
“Up,” Ilya ordered. Shane huffed and sat up with some effort that did not go unnoticed by Ilya. Shane looked cute. His hair was slightly disheveled and his belly pushed up against the fabric of his shirt now that he was sitting up.
They moved around each other for the next few minutes, freshening up and getting ready for dinner. Ilya changed into a button up shirt and spritzed on some cologne that Shane always complimented. Shane applied product to his hair and changed into a black t-shirt. They were just about to step out the door when Shane spoke up.
“Ilya?” He turned to find a shy but determined look on Shane’s face.
“Yes?”
“I want you to fuck me tonight,” Shane said. Ilya smiled and stepped towards him, reaching a hand out to wrap around Shane’s hip.
“At dinner?” Ilya said with a crooked smile.
“Ilya.”
“But you would look so good laid out on the table for me,” Ilya said. “Show you off to the whole team and restaurant.”
“Shut up, asshole,” Shane said. “But I am officially retired now.” Shane’s tone suggested that he had some ideas. Ilya raised his eyebrows and nodded, prompting Shane to continue.
“I want you to feed me,” Shane said.
“Dessert to-go?”
“No, I mean, at dinner,” Shane clarified. “Not a lot. Just a couple times.”
Ilya raised his eyebrows in surprise. Shane was pretty averse to public displays of affection though he had grown more comfortable with it over the years. This was a big jump though. Ilya liked it. A smile crept onto his face as he slowly backed Shane into the wall.
“You want everyone to know that I feed you?” Ilya cupped Shane’s pink dusted cheek.
“We’ll be drunk so maybe it won’t seem so weird,” Shane rationalized, clearly not feeling confident in the rationale. Ilya laughed. Shane was always thinking of logistics.
“Ahh yes, that classic moment when you get so drunk you start feeding your husband. We have all been there,” Ilya teased.
“Fuck off,” Shane said. He almost looked mad but did not protest when Ilya’s lips captured his in a deep kiss.
“Do not worry, dear. Tonight I will feed you while we are drunk. A bite of this, a taste of that. Let everyone see that I love to push food past these pretty lips.” Ilya spoke quietly into Shane’s ear and could feel the way the man was melting beneath him. “And everyone will know how you got chubby. And I will be so proud watching you eat for me.” He kissed his neck. “When we are done, we will get room service. Cake, dessert, whatever you want. When you finish that, I will fuck you like you want. Deal?”
Shane let out a shaky breath and nodded. Ilya pulled back and straightened himself, looking at Shane and marveling at the way the man looked completely wrecked. They took a brief moment to calm down before they grabbed their coats.
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“Hollander!” Several voices called out as they entered the restaurant and approached the table. Ilya laughed and wrapped an arm around Shane who was clearly overstimulated by the eruption of noise and cheering. The entire Centaurs team sat at the table in a reserved section of the restaurant, however many of them were standing now, walking towards Shane to hug him. Ilya separated and removed his coat, hanging it on the seat that was clearly reserved for him. Shane’s spot was reserved at the head of the table while Ilya was on the corner next to him. Hayden was on the other corner and Ilya smiled at him.
“Hello, Hayden,” Ilya said. The tension between them had dissipated over the years but Ilya still loved that Hayden kind of hated him.
“Hey, man,” he said, smiling and standing up to give Ilya a hug. They hadn’t seen each other in a while. Shane still visited for lunch on occasion but only when he was in town for a road trip so Ilya hadn’t been able to join.
They both looked over to see Shane being mobbed. He had a beer in each hand already and was laughing but also looked close to having a meltdown.
“I’m glad he’s enjoying himself,” Hayden said. “He seems much more relaxed lately. I mean, relaxed for Shane.”
“Yes, he is enjoying life for once,” Ilya said.
“He’s certainly been enjoying his meals,” Hayden said in a pointed but not mean tone. “What have you been feeding him, Rozanov?”
A smile crept onto Ilya’s face and he looked over to Shane who seemed to finally be moving out of the mob. “Ah, yes, he likes my cooking.”
“Is he taking it okay? I mean, you know, he’s always been a bit weird about diet stuff,” Hayden inquired, looking genuinely concerned. As much as he could be a pain, Ilya liked Hayden. He liked that he was such a good friend to Shane.
“Yes, he is okay. Seems happier. Plus, I am happy too. You know, more to love,” Ilya said proudly, gesturing with his hands and giving Hayden a look. “I am glad that he finally dropped that stupid diet.”
Hayden raised his eyebrows, obviously taken aback and maybe blushing a little. He nodded. “Yeah, me too.”
Shane approached a moment later with a beer in each hand and gave one to Ilya. He smiled at Hayden and whipped around the table to hug him.
“I’m glad you could make it, man,” Shane said to Hayden who was clapping his back.
“I wouldn’t miss it,” Hayden assured. Ilya sat and everyone else seemed to follow. Hayden asked Shane how he felt about retirement and then Shane asked about the kids and how they were doing. Ilya talked to Wyatt Hayes and got caught up on all of the internal hockey drama that he had been missing out on since his retirement. He couldn’t believe how out of the loop he had become in just one year of retirement. Shane told him a lot but clearly not everything. Every once in a while, Ilya turned his attention to Shane who was being pulled over to other tables and approached by different people. He was handling it well but Ilya knew that Shane would be ready to decompress at the end of the night. He was already on his second beer and that seemed to be helping.
“Ilya,” Shane said, pulling him away from the conversation with Ryan.
“Yes?”
“What are you getting?” Shane’s face was in the menu. He seemed stressed about his choice. Ilya smiled. He had already planned his order around Shane’s earlier request.
“The penne pasta with cream sauce and mushrooms,” Ilya said. It would be easy to give Shane a forkful under the guise of wanting him to try it. Shane nodded.
“Can I have some of it?” He asked shyly. He knew that people could hear his request. Sometimes he got self conscious acting so much like a couple in front of others.
“Of course,” Ilya said, rubbing his knee under the table.
“Shane, get whatever you want, man. It’s your night,” Wyatt urged. “You need another beer.” Wyatt flagged down the waiter and ordered Shane another beer and Ilya requested another one for himself. He was determined not to get as drunk as he had at his own retirement celebration but he still wanted to get pretty damn drunk.
“I think I’m gonna get steak,” Shane said, still looking at the menu. Ilya leaned over and looked at it with him, wanting more to be near Shane than anything.
“Get a couple of sides,” Ilya said quietly, squeezing his knee. “And an appetizer.” He pointed towards the appetizers on the menu and his wedding band glinted off of the light.
Shane ended up ordering spinach artichoke dip, a filet mignon, a side of mashed potatoes, and a side of honey balsamic glazed Brussels sprouts. Ilya ordered his pasta with chicken. The artichoke spinach dip came out first along with other appetizers that people ordered. There were onion rings, mozzarella sticks, and a dip that Ilya couldn’t recognize. Ilya sipped on his second beer as he watched Shane take the first bite of his dip. He was sharing it with Hayden at the moment. The two of them were talking about something relating to Jackie and Ilya had to stop himself from staring at Shane as he ate. He was always polite, covering his mouth when he chewed even though his mouth was closed. Ilya turned away and out of the corner of his eye saw Ryan Price and Fabian enter. He smiled and got an idea. He turned back towards Shane as if he had not seen them and reached for a chip, loading it with dip. Just as he lifted it from the dip, he feigned interest in the commotion over his shoulder and stood.
“Price!” He exclaimed and the man turned towards him and waved. Fabian waved as well. “Here,” Ilya said somewhat dismissively, offering Shane the chip as he maneuvered around his chair. Shane could have grabbed it but instead he looked up at Ilya briefly, leaned forward and ate the chip. If Hayden or anyone else gave them a weird look Ilya didn’t notice because he was too busy hugging and greeting the couple.
“I’m so glad we could make it. Sorry, we’re a bit late,” Fabian said, leaning down to hug Shane who hadn’t stood yet.
“Thanks for coming,” Shane said as he stood, wiping his mouth with a napkin. He hugged Fabian before pulling Ryan into a hug.
Ilya was still buzzing from the bite that he had fed Shane. The man’s eyes had been so scared but he had been so obedient. They were really playing with fire. It excited him. Ilya stood next to Shane. He wrapped an arm around his waist as he chatted with Fabian.
“You two are so cute,” Fabian commented. “I’m so happy you’ll be able to have a normal relationship for once. I’m sure it’s been weird being apart and on the road so much.”
“Yes,” Ilya concurred. “I am already like housewife. Shane will need to learn how to use the lawnmower.”
Fabian and Ryan laughed. Shane shot him a look but chuckled.
Food began arriving not long after that and everyone began digging in. Speeches began as they ate and Shane fought back tears as he listened to his friends and teammates talk about Shane and his accolades and their favorite memories of him over the years. Ilya felt himself getting emotional and, in the least selfish way possible, he was overwhelmed by the amount of times that he was mentioned in stories about Shane. As his partner, as a part of the team, they were connected, intertwined. Ilya loved being a part of Shane’s life.
Ilya and Shane had both been quite distracted as they ate, still eating but more focused on the emotional display in front of them than Ilya’s mission to be horny and feed Shane. Shane had been reaching over for bites of Ilya’s pasta throughout dinner which Ilya found When Ilya neared the end of his pasta, he got an idea. Speeches had finished and the table had fallen back into loud chatter. Troy and Harris had come down to the end of the table to talk about Anya but got pulled into a conversation with Hayden who seemed interested in adopting a dog as well. It gave Shane and Ilya a moment to breathe.
“Doing good?” Ilya asked.
Shane nodded. He was drunk. His cheeks were pink and his nod was slightly exaggerated.
“Good,” Ilya said. “Want the last bite?” Ilya didn’t wait for Shane’s response before he pierced the last few penne noodles on his fork and held it up to Shane’s mouth. Ilya held his other hand under the bite to make sure none of it fell and smiled when Shane leaned forward to take it into his mouth. Ilya pulled back, set the fork down and reached under the table to pat Shane’s leg. The server brought them each another beer and Ilya knew it had to be his last for the evening. He hoped that Shane was thinking the same thing, though it was cute to think about his belly rounding out even more with each drink. He had unsurprisingly finished off his entire dinner, plus the several bites he’d taken from Ilya’s plate. When he sat back, Ilya could see the outline of his belly through his shirt. He forced himself to look away, not wanting to call attention to it for Shane’s sake.
But all Ilya could think of in his drunken state was standing up and announcing to the entire table that he loved Shane’s chubby body. He wanted to wrap his arms around him and make sure that everyone knew that he was his. Which was kind of pointless because everyone did know that already, the world knew it. They were celebrities, in the sports world at least. But sometimes Ilya still felt like he had to hold back for his own sake and Shane’s. Shane wasn’t big on PDA and Ilya wanted to respect that. Shane had adjusted his own habits to make sure that Ilya’s needs were being met. They held hands in public on occasion and had even kissed on the ice the night prior when celebrating Shane’s retirement. Ilya, in his perverted mind, wanted the world to know how electric they were. But he couldn’t understand why Shane wouldn’t want their fantastic sex life aired out to the world.
A few minutes later, they were huddled in the waiting area of the restaurant. Several of them were staying in the same hotel, Shane and Ilya included, and no one had the car space or sobriety to drive them back to the hotel so Coach Weibe had ordered a bus. Ilya had sat in the booth style seating next between Troy and Luca. The rest of the group, including Shane, were standing. Ilya had been so focused on his conversation with Luca that he barely had time to react, physically or mentally, for Shane lowering himself onto his lap. Ilya let out a small grunt as all of Shane’s weight settled on him. Laughter and a few coos rang out as Shane got comfortable. He sat sideways with his legs facing Troy. Ilya controlled his smile. He wanted to nuzzle Shane, pull him close and squeeze him, but instead he wrapped his arms loosely around Shane’s growing waist.
“Look at them,” Harris said affectionately, leaning over to give Shane’s knee a pat. Shane covered his face with his hand and Ilya laughed.
“He is shy,” he said. “And very drunk.”
Everyone laughed and settled back into conversation. Ilya had a hard time focusing though. Luca was talking about something he was designing for the team but Ilya could only think about the huge weight on his lap and the fact that Shane was sitting on him in front of all of these people. He was buzzing. And he was getting hard. Shane’s weight was immense like this. Typically, when he straddled Ilya, Shane did most of the work holding himself up. But like this, all of the weight was concentrated on Ilya’s strong legs and…it was really doing something for him.
Ilya wasn’t sure whether to be upset or grateful when the bus arrived. As Shane rose from his lap, he missed the weight and warmth and his legs felt like jelly. His cock though did not feel like jelly. As he stood, he non-chalantly pulled his shirt down to make it less obvious that he was hard. Troy sniggered next to him and caught Ilya’s eye with a knowing look. Ilya glared back but jabbed him playfully in the ribs with his elbow.
When they arrived back at the hotel, a few members of the group went to the bar. Shane and Ilya turned down the invitation claiming that they were too tired and had an early flight the next morning. Some seemed to buy it, others didn’t but Ilya didn’t care. He couldn’t think of anything at the current moment that would be more enjoyable than fucking Shane. They were both still drunk as they boarded the elevator. Ilya cornered Shane and kissed him.
“I am going to fuck you so hard. Sitting on my lap like that. Fuck,” he said. Shane whimpered and melted into the kiss.
When they reached their floor, they made a quick move for the door. Shane accidentally bumped Ilya and it reminded Ilya that Shane had a lot more force now that he was bigger. He wrapped an arm around him as they swiftly walked to their room and unlocked the door.
It was not long after the door closed that their mouths connected. Ilya pushed Shane’s jacket off and then yanked his shirt over his head. His hands connected with Shane’s softened chest and squeezed.
“Fuck, you have tits now,” Ilya purred, pressing Shane against the wall.
“Shut up, asshole,” Shane protested.
“Mmm,” Ilya said, leaning down to catch Shane’s soft nipple in his mouth. Shane’s breath stuttered. “They are so gorgeous.”
“You really think so?” Shane actually looked serious.
“Yes,” Ilya said, rubbing his cheek with his thumb. “Do you not like them?”
“I do,” Shane said quickly, averting his gaze. “It’s just…an adjustment. But…”
Ilya hummed and moved his hands down Shane’s torso. He squeezed his hips instead. He kissed Shane.
“But what?”
“I like when you tease me about it,” Shane said, his eyes glossy. “About being bigger.”
Ilya grinned and pushed Shane further into the wall.
“Ah.” He tipped Shane’s chin up and looked at him. “You want me to tease you about your tits? And how you wanted me to feed you in front of all of your teammates and friends? Yes?”
Shane nodded.
“And this belly?” Ilya hand smoothed over it before gripping the soft flesh. “You are still hungry, aren’t you?”
“I could eat,” Shane said, looking shy.
“You want to, don’t you?” Ilya smiled as he kissed Shane’s cheek. “Get prepped. I’ll order you something.”
Ilya ordered a slice of chocolate cake, a slice of cheese cake, and mozzarella sticks—those would be for the both of them since Shane had been so liberal in his taking of Ilya’s dinner—not that Ilya minded, but he was also a human that needed to eat and he was already feeling a bit peckish. He was scrolling through Instagram, laying on the bed when Shane opened the bathroom door and stepped out. It took Ilya a moment to collect himself when his eyes laid on Shane. He set his phone down and stared.
“Fuck,” he said, unable to form a more coherent thought. It would be impossible for him to do so with Shane standing in front of him looking like that. He stood, somewhat awkwardly, in the doorway, glancing down at himself. He wore black boxer briefs that were quite short, hugging his thick thighs and accentuating his budding love handles—love handles that were exposed beneath a too small white t-shirt, one that Ilya had not seen before. It fit similarly to the medium t-shirt that Ilya had fantasized about so often. He suddenly felt more drunk than he had at any point earlier in the night. Moving to the edge of the bed, Ilya patted his lap.
“Come here,” he beckoned. Dazed, Ilya watched as Shane approached him. His little belly jiggling with each step. Ilya reached out and pulled Shane onto his lap with his legs dangling off of one side, as he had at the restaurant. Only this time, instead of loosely wrapping his arms around his waist, Ilya reached his hand into Shane’s shirt, pressing his palm over his softened belly. “You are getting heavy,” Ilya said lovingly as his hand began to rub the soft skin of Shane’s belly. Shane closed his eyes and leaned further into Ilya’s torso.
“I ordered you cake, and those cheese things—the sticks,” Ilya said. Words weren’t coming to him. Not with Shane on his lap like this.
“Cheese sticks?” Shane asked, confused. But the knock at the door startled them both. He’d find out what Ilya meant soon enough.
“You should answer,” Ilya teased. When Shane looked momentarily mortified, Ilya chuckled. “I am not that sadistic. Shane stood from his lap and Ilya moved to the door. He opened it to find a tray on the floor with three cloches on it. Upon returning, he found Shane laid on the bed. He set the tray down on the bed and lifted the first cloche, which was the largest, to reveal the mozzarella sticks. He’d ordered a large portion and there were ten on the plate. Large, my ass, he thought. He reached down and grabbed one, dunking it in the marinara sauce in the center of the plate before taking a bite. His eyes met Shane’s as he did so and Shane almost looked upset. Oh, Ilya thought.
“What? You can’t share?” Ilya said, walking to stand next to Shane. “Even though I was so good about sharing at dinner. I think you ate about half of my pasta. Plus your entire meal. It is no wonder you are putting on weight.” He finished his mozzarella stick and grabbed another, holding it up to Shane’s mouth this time. Shane leaned forward to eat it, taking the entire stick in his mouth rather sensually, his lips brushing Ilya’s fingers as he looked up at him. Ilya picked up the plate and sat on the bed. He picked up another mozzarella stick and took a bite, savoring it. This would be his last. He wanted to watch Shane eat the rest of them on his own. Shane obediently waited, watching Ilya with his beautiful brown eyes.
As Ilya chewed his last bite, he shoved another one into Shane’s mouth. And another. Shane was so ready and willing to accept each one. He chewed quickly and made small sounds of enjoyment. The plate was empty in no less than five minutes and Ilya couldn’t help himself. He leaned forward to kiss Shane. Their lips were both slightly greasy but neither of them cared.
“I love watching you eat,” Ilya said, placing his hand on Shane’s belly.
“I want to be your big boy,” Shane said. The words went straight to Ilya’s dick. He deepened the kiss and a small moan escaped from Shane’s lips. Ilya started kissing Shane's neck. “I want to be so much bigger.”
Ilya paused. So much? He placed another kiss to Shane’s jaw before pulling back and scanning Shane’s face. His hand framed Shane’s jaw, forcing him to look at him.
“Yes? How big?” Ilya was so curious what Shane envisioned. Shane’s cheeks pinked.
“Fifty pounds. Maybe more,” Shane said timidly. “Would that be too big?” His eyes were so pathetic, Ilya was so hard.
“Not too big,” Ilya said, slipping his thumb into Shane’s mouth. He took it and sucked on it, losing himself in the oral fixation. “Maybe not big enough,” Ilya continued. Shane’s eyes widened and raised up to meet Ilya’s. He looked slightly scared but mostly turned on.
“You like to hear that?” Ilya said with a crooked smile. Ilya removed his thumb from Shane’s mouth and cupped Shane’s soft chest, squeezing. “That I want you big and fat for me?”
Shane hesitated only for a moment before nodding.
“Feed me?”
Ilya wasted no time grabbing the chocolate cake and a fork.
“On your hands and knees.”
Shane did as he was told and got on his hands and knees, facing Ilya who now stood at the foot of the bed. From this angle, Ilya could enjoy the exposed skin of Shane’s lower back, his love handles, and his ass. He loaded the fork with a bite and held it out for Shane to eat. He did so, arching his back ever so slightly, showing off for Ilya.
“You are so beautiful,” Ilya said. He would tease Shane later but right then, he could only compliment because it was true. “I am so lucky.”
Shane whined into the next bite. He took each bite diligently, leaning forward for them with an eagerness that made Ilya harder and harder with each bite. Shane looked so good like this. He wanted to fill Shane’s mouth with his cock next. But he was savoring this moment. Shane. Finally retired. His mind spun with the possibilities. After the last bite, Ilya sat the plate down and ran his hands through Shane’s hair. Gripping his dark locks, he guided Shane’s head towards his crotch. Shane’s hand gripped the back of Ilya’s thigh, pulling him closer. Shane mouthed over Ilya’s cock through his jeans.
“Off,” he begged. “Please.”
Ilya unbuttoned his pants in record time, unzipping them and pulling out his impressive cock for Shane. He nuzzled it at first, placing light kisses at the base. Ilya’s head lulled back at the sensation. Shane took him into his mouth, warm and wet, and Ilya groaned.
“Da, Hollander,” he said. He snaked his hands back into Shane’s hair, guiding him as he sucked his cock. Ilya was so lost in the moment that he almost released into Shane’s mouth but he came back into reality a moment later. He pulled on Shane’s hair, pulling him back. The man looked up at him with glossy eyes and lips. Ilya almost came at the sight of that.
Ilya scratched Shane’s softening chin. “Still want me to fuck you?”
Shane nodded. Ilya smiled. “Stay.”
He grabbed the last plate on the tray and placed it between Shane’s hands on the bed. Shane looked down at the slice of cheesecake and then back up at Ilya who was grabbing lube from his bag. Ilya climbed onto the bed, settling himself behind Shane’s ass. He placed a kiss on one cheek, rubbing the other with his hand.
“I will fuck you when you finish that,” Ilya instructed. Shane looked back at him over his shoulder, lust in his eyes. Ilya smiled and pulled Shane’s hips back, pressing a hand between his shoulders and pushing him down. Ilya’s dick jumped as he watched Shane begin to eat, his face pressed into the plate. Ilya poured lube onto his fingers and ran his slicked fingers over Shane’s hole for a few moments, making the man shudder before pressing into him. Ilya smiled at the whine that escaped Shane’s lips. Shane’s breathing increased as Ilya stretched him out. He continued to eat and Ilya was impossibly turned on. The sight of Shane in an ill-fitting shirt to show off his new curves bent over eating cheesecake on the bed while Ilya fingered him was almost too much for Ilya to fathom. He added another finger and Shane gasped. Only a moment later, Shane begged for another finger.
“You are so greedy,” Ilya teased but he obliged. Shane was already done with the cheesecake. He was licking the remnants off of the plate when a drop of precum landed on Ilya’s knee. That was it. Ilya pulled his fingers out, making Shane gasp. He flipped him over, slicked himself up and pressed at Shane’s entrance. Shane’s shirt had ridden up past his belly button. Ilya pushed himself in and they both groaned in pleasure. Ilya knew he wouldn’t last long.
“Did you buy this shirt just to show off for me?” Ilya asked as he began thrusting.
“Y-yes,” Shane stuttered out, throwing his head back.
“It will look better with another fifty pounds,” Ilya said.
“Not sure it will fit anymore,” Shane said.
“You will grow out of everything,” Ilya said, increasing his pace. “Fuck, you will be so big.”
“I want you to cook for me.” Shane whined and his breathing stuttered. “F-feed me.”
Fuck, he was going to kill Ilya. His pace increased. He felt himself getting closer. He leaned down to kiss Shane hungrily and felt himself panting. “Fuck Shane.” His voice was becoming strained. “I will make you so big. So soft.” Images of Shane’s belly—soft, doughy, and pliant played through Ilya’s mind as he thrusted faster and faster into Shane who was close. Ilya could feel it and hear Shane falling apart beneath him
“Are you going to come for me?”
Shane’s voice cracked in the middle of his affirmation as he released, painting his torso with white ropes. Ilya followed not long after and they laid breathing for a few moments before Ilya finally pulled out and lowered Shane’s tense legs back down. He rubbed his thighs for a moment before leaning down to kiss him. Ilya felt a little bit shy about what they had done. For some reason, it felt more real now that Shane was retired. Everything before this had been so careful, so limited. Shane couldn’t get too fat because he had a very limiting job. But now, they could really do this—if Shane wanted it.
They showered and fell back into bed together. Ilya laid on Shane’s chest, enjoying the added softness. He placed a soft kiss on his chest and spoke.
“Is okay? Everything that we did tonight,” Ilya asked.
“Hmm? Yes,” Shane said, petting Ilya’s damp hair. “I…it was really hot,” Shane admitted. Ilya paused before he spoke, nervous.
“Is it what you really want? To get bigger?”
“Yes, I think so,” Shane said. “I’ll see how I feel as I gain weight. But I really do want to be bigger.”
“Yes, tell me how you feel. I want you to be happy. That is the most important thing,” Ilya said, rubbing Shane’s belly. “Now that you are retired, you can get fat like all of the other retired players.”
Shane chuckled. “Won’t it look weird if only I get fat? Since we’re, like, married.”
“We are not ‘like married’ we are married,” Ilya insisted. “It will look like I take good care of you.”
“You do,” Shane affirmed.
“I know,” Ilya said with a cocky tone, patting Shane’s belly. He felt a sudden burst of joy. “Oh, I can’t wait to have you with me all of the time.” He kissed Shane all over, reducing the man to giggles.
“I will feed you and fuck you and beat you in every video game.”
“I’m better than you at video games,” Shane tried.
“Maybe,” Ilya conceded. “I am better at cooking though.”
“Yeah, and making dishes for me to do.”
“You love it,” Ilya said.
Shane huffed and kissed him. Ilya laid his head back on Shane’s chest, smiling as he thought about the nights ahead that he’d be able to do this. No more nights apart. He could get used to this.