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After their shower, Shane and Ilya went on about their Saturday with what had become their normal day off routine. Boring maybe, as Ilya would call it but Shane was on to him now. He knew Ilya craved the security and consistency of their ‘boring’ domestic life together.
Shane made good on his promise to Anya for a nice long walk. Ilya joined them, sporting his black Ray-Bans to shield his weary eyes and drinking roughly a liter of Gatorade as they went. In deference to the remnants of Ilya’s hangover, they skipped their normal workout session. Shane did yoga and Ilya watched, making lewd yet oddly encouraging commentary from where he was stretched out languidly on the weight bench.
They fixed lunch a little early since neither of them had much of a breakfast. Ilya complained about secret vegetables hidden in the quiche Shane made. Which of course didn’t stop him from practically licking his plate clean anyway, including the arugula salad with "suspiciously small tomatoes.” They played video games and talked hockey and watched a true crime documentary with Ilya’s head pillowed on Shane’s thigh, dosing on and off. Shane had to back up several times for Ilya to catch up on what had happened in between cat naps, but he didn’t mind as long as Ilya kept letting him run his fingers through those soft golden curls.
In general, they tried to soak up as much of each other as they could to sustain themselves between travel days, away games, and all the demands on their time that lay ahead with the unrelenting grind of playoff season. They’d agreed that when the inevitable matchup happened between the Ottawa Centaurs and Shane’s Montreal Metros in the first round, they’d have to spend that series apart so that each of them could stay focused.
Shane was willing to make the temporary sacrifice for his team, even though he knew it would hurt to be so close yet so far away from his fiancée. Still, it made him less enthusiastic about the finals than he could ever remember being before.
They drove over to Shane’s parents' house and had an early dinner with them. Lemon pepper salmon and risotto. There was mint chip ice cream for dessert, which Shane declined. Ilya happily helped out by eating Shane’s serving as well as his own. The team of Ilya and David then lost two out of three games of Spades. Shane and Yuna were admittedly not gracious winners when it came to card games and never claimed to be. All in all, it was a pretty fun evening despite Ilya’s pouting about the “injustice of improper shuffle” on the ride home.
In the back of Shane’s mind all throughout their day, there had been a nagging thought in his mind. Like a tiny scratch on the roof of his mouth that would probably heal on its own if he could just stop running his tongue over it. But of course, he couldn’t. What was on those last few napkins written in Russian?
He could have taken a peek at them and relied on Google to translate, but he wanted to hear it from Ilya himself. Unfortunately, his brain decided almost entirely on its own and against Shane’s will that the time to bring it up was when Ilya had him naked and pinned underneath him on their bed.
“You know, we never finished going through the contract.”
Ilya stilled and lifted his head to stare down at him, abandoning the line of kisses that he had been drawing down the side of Shane’s neck. “What? What are you talking about?”
“The contract. Your contract.” Shane pointed out. “There were three napkins left.”
Ilya closed his eyes and shook his head in disbelief. He shifted onto his side, leaning half over Shane. “Of course you choose now to talk about this. When we’re both hard already.”
Well crap. Shane felt kinda dumb now that he put it that way.
It must have read on his face, because Ilya immediately backpedaled. “It's okay, malysh,” he said, leaning in briefly to kiss the bridge of Shane’s nose. “Is perfect time to review Sex Appendix.”
“Sex Appendix?” Shane parroted back. He had to have heard that wrong.
“Sex Addendum?” Ilya tried again. “I’m not sure of right English word. More pages added at the end of contract. I couldn’t ask Marley because he went to flirt with the waitress. Also because it's none of his business.”
“Which is why you wrote it in Russian. So Marley couldn’t read it.” Shane had guessed as much on his own, but now it all clicked into place.
Ilya nodded and tapped the side of his head. “See? Not just a pretty face.”
“Tell me what you wrote,” Shane said, adding “Please.” He knew how Ilya liked it when he asked nicely.
“Okay.” Ilya smiled down at him in approval. “Two main points. First thing I wrote was, we should have safeword. In case something I do is too much or not what you like.”
”I like everything you do.” Shane smiled lazily. God, he was so fucking gone for this man.
“Of course you do," Ilya stated matter-of-factly. "I am amazing lover.”
Shane rolled his eyes at Ilya’s shamelessness. And his use of the word lover. Ew.
Ilya went on. “Then I think - why just a word for stop? I want to know all the time if I’m doing good things too.” He rubbed his hand in a soothing motion over the center of Shane’s chest. “That you are okay and you want more.”
”Huh,” Shane thought. “That’s a good point.” Ilya had always been good at checking in with him, from their very first time together and every time since.
“You sound surprised.” Ilya scoffed, making a show of being offended. “I make lots of good points!”
“You do.” Shane reached up and kissed him. “So what’s your idea?”
“Red light and green light. Like driving a car, yes?” Ilya grinned ear-to-ear. He was so proud of himself. “Green, everything is good. Keep going. Red, I hit the brakes.”
Of course Ilya would find a way to merge his two favorite things outside of hockey. Sex and sports cars.
“I see.” Shane nodded, fighting a smirk. “You figured out a way to have three cars now. The Porsche, the G-Wagon, and me.”
”Funny guy!” Ilya nodded back, approvingly. “Don’t worry, you will always be my favorite. One of a kind.” Ilya kissed him like he was something precious. “Elite performance machine.”
“Hmm. Red light/green light.” Shane thought it made sense and it was easy to remember. He appreciated a nice logical rule. “Yeah, I like that. What’s the next one?”
“Later!“ Ilya whined in annoyance. “We are naked now.” He kissed Shane again with more heat this time, one hand sliding down slowly in the direction of Shane’s dick. “I want test drive.”
Shane almost gave in, but he knew Ilya’s tactics by now. He would not be so easily distracted. “Second thing?,” he insisted.
Ilya sighed heavily. “Okay,” he continued. “Second thing, was that you should always ask for what you want.”
“That’s smart,” Shane nodded encouragingly. “Communication is important.”
“Yes, but…is more complicated than that.” Ilya bit his lip, hesitating. “I was thinking about fun sexy things I wanted to write down as examples. Things I wanted to do with you. To you.”
Shane felt the tops of his cheeks heat. “Lucky me.”
“Mm.” Ilya voice was soft. “Then I think to myself - what does Shane want? What does he need?”
Shane reached up and traced his thumb underneath Ilya’s bottom lip. “Just you.”
Ilya took his hand and pressed a kiss into the center of his palm. “That’s how you feel now, vozlyublennyy.” He put Shane’s hand down, laying it on his chest. “Marriage is the rest of our lives. That’s a long time.”
Shane sensed a shift in Ilya’s tone. He immediately didn’t like where he thought this was going. “I know. That’s what I want. That’s what you want too, right?
“Yes, of course. Of course.” Ilya assured him. He kissed Shane's lips, soft and affectionate.
Shane didn’t want him to stop. He wanted Ilya to kiss him breathless. He wanted to back up and just let Ilya distract him so they didn’t have to keep talking about this anymore.
“But, here is complication,” Ilya continued. “You have not been with almost anyone but me. And Rose Landry. But she doesn’t have a dick so she doesn’t count.”
“I feel like she would take exception to that.” Shane muttered.
It wasn’t the first time that Ilya had mentioned his concern that Shane’s bodycount could be easily tallied on one hand (including Rose). Shane had felt the same queasy wrongness in his belly about the topic then as he did now. You’d think Ilya would have abandoned the suggestion after the last time when Shane had ignored his texts for three days afterward. Apparently not.
“Listen to me,” Ilya told him, a serious tone in his voice. “You deserve everything you want, moya lyubov. Even if what you need is different than what I can give you.”
“Ilya, stop.” Shane felt tears prickling hot behind his eyes just at the thought of what Ilya was suggesting. “We talked about this. I don’t want anyone but you.”
“How can you be sure? How can you even know what you want? You don’t know any different,” Ilya said. The tone in his voice was almost regretful which somehow made it worse.
Fuck this. Shane had enough. “Don’t talk to me like I’m some fucking naïve little virgin!”
Shane rose up and pressed Ilya back on the bed, straddling his hips. They were both still naked and neither of them were all that hard anymore, but Shane was too pissed off to be self-conscious.
“You don’t think I worry sometimes that I’m not enough for you?” He stared down at Ilya, willing him to understand what it cost him to admit that out loud.
“You’ve been fucking anything with a pulse for years! Other guys. Girls…” Shane felt the cold fingers of anxiety creep up his spine and dig their nails in.
”Shane.” Ilya reached up to touch his face, but Shane shifted away from his grasp.
It was an old insecurity that Shane had tried to shove down over the years. Apparently, it had been much closer to the surface than even he had realized. “I just know there’s always going to be certain things that you might want that I can’t give you.”
A small soft body. Curves in all the right places. A real pussy that would always be wet and ready for him. A body that could bear his children.
Ilya stared up at him with a wounded expression. “Shane, no-”
“Is that what this is about?” Shane asked, his mind racing. “You want an open relationship?” Fuck. His heart was a trapped bird flinging itself against his rib cage. “You want to be able to sleep with other people?”
“No!” Ilya practically shouted. He sat up straight, grabbed hold of Shane and gathered him close into a fierce hug.
“I want you!” Ilya insisted, his face buried in the crook of Shane’s neck. “No one else. Only you.” He lessened his grip just enough to pull back and look Shane in the eye. “I don’t want you to want anyone else either. Thinking about anyone but me touching you - it makes me feel like crazy person! Makes me want to break off all their fingers!”
“So then why?” Shane demanded.
“Because I am selfish! I know this,” Ilya confessed. “I don’t want my selfishness to make you unhappy.” He turned his head and looked away, eyes downcast in shame.
Shane refused to let him shut down. “Hey, look at me.” He grabbed Ilya’s chin and forced him to meet his gaze. It didn’t escape his notice how Ilya’s eyes glistened with unshed tears.
“I don’t know why you believe that, but you’re wrong. You’re not selfish at all. You’re the most generous person I know.” Shane kissed him, sliding his hand up to cradle the side of Ilya’s cheek. “The last thing in the world I want is for you to be miserable because you think it’s what will make me happy.”
The walls Ilya kept around himself were sky-high and thicker than Soviet-made concrete. Now that Shane had been allowed past them, he knew they were there for a very good reason. There were deep wounds in Ilya’s heart that he’d had for much longer than he’d known Shane. They’d never been allowed to heal right and there was nothing Shane could do to fix them.
It was why Ilya felt things so intensely, with such devastating vulnerability. Shane hadn’t fully appreciated that at first while they were both still learning the landscape of their love. He hadn’t understood that Ilya - who had committed all the tells of Shane’s body to memory - also needed the same care and protection when it came to his own battered heart. Somewhere along the way, Ilya had decided that it was Shane’s to have, Shane’s to hold, and Shane’s to obliterate between his clumsy fingers if he so chose.
Shane was only just starting to fully understand this privilege that Ilya had bestowed upon him. He took it as seriously as he did every other important responsibility in his life.
He stared into Ilya’s eyes with all the love he had to give. “Maybe I’m not as experienced as you, but that doesn’t matter to me. At all. If I want to try something new or different then I want to try it with my husband.”
The sound that Ilya let out in response was wounded and perilously close to a sob. He laid back down on the bed and dragged Shane with him, hugging him against his chest like Shane was his own personal 200lb teddy bear. He kissed Shane’s hair, then kissed down the side of his face, until he had captured Shane’s lips.
“Ya tebya lyublyu.”
“I love you too.”
He let Ilya hold him quietly for a while. Let Ilya soothe them both by rubbing Shane's back while he listened to Ilya’s heartbeat. As much as he loved their sex life, these were the moments that he craved when they were apart.
“I’m afraid to ask now -” Shane began tentatively, breaking the silence at last. “What’s on the last napkin?”
“Oh that,” Ilya said, nonchalantly. He kissed the top of Shane’s head. “Early termination clause.”
“Early termination.” Shane pulled back out of Ilya’s arms. Dread tasted bitter in his mouth. He sat up facing Ilya on the bed and covered his lap with a pillow. “What is that supposed to mean? Like if one of us wants to… break up?”
Shane couldn’t bring himself to say the word divorce. He was afraid to even speak it into existence.
“No. Not that. Never that. I would never leave you, moya lyubov.” Ilya promised him earnestly. “But if you want to leave me, or if something bad happens, then in such situations - I wrote down everything I have should be yours. Simple.”
Absolutely nothing about that sounded simple. “I-I don’t understand,” Shane stammered.
“What’s not to understand? If I’m dead, I don’t need anything.” Ilya shrugged. “If you leave, I don’t want anything.” He took Shane’s hand and held it in his own. “You are all I care about. If I don’t have you, everything else means nothing to me.”
Shane couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He felt the bottom drop out of his stomach at how casually Ilya tossed around the idea of being gone from his life.
He’d made Ilya promise not to die before him after the plane crash. A promise was a fucking promise. Shane’s mind refused to even unlock that particular door as a safety hazard. He passed right over it like it wasn’t there. But this other 'leaving' bullshit was something he hadn’t even considered.
“You’re going to give me everything you own?" he asked skeptically. "Even if I’m the one who wants to leave you?”
“Yes,” Ilya said with absolute conviction. “You will take good care of Anya, and our babies, and the charity. I trust you.”
“Jesus Christ, Ilya!” Shane exclaimed. Why the fuck was he the only one of them emotional about this? “And what happens to you?”
“Eh,” Ilya shrugged again. “I don’t care.” As if Shane had asked him what he wanted for breakfast. “
“I care!” Shane was officially at his wit's end.
“Then why would you leave me?” Ilya questioned him calmly. “Shane, you’re not making sense.”
Only Ilya could take the teeth out of Shane’s worst nightmare by making it into a joke.
“You’re such an asshole!”
Ilya looked at him, scandalized. “Is that why you left? But you knew this about me already. That is no reason to break up our family, Tsyplenok Tsypa.”
Shane honestly contemplated murder for a split second. Then again, his parents would be understandably upset. They’d grown very fond of this Russian menace.
“Who knows what would become of me,” Ilya went on, wondering aloud. “I couldn’t play hockey anymore, of course. I would be too sad all the time. You think maybe Coach Wiebe would let me sleep at the rink if I clean at night? I have always wanted to drive Zamboni.”
Since murder was a bit impractical, Shane satisfied himself by hitting Ilya upside his head with the pillow.
Which of course immediately backfired when Ilya snatched the pillow out of his hands and tossed it away before wrestling him onto his back.
“So naughty!” Ilya grinned like a madman as he pinned Shane’s wrists to the bed next to his head. “Assault in my own home! Careful, I will call my lawyer on you.”
“You really claim you’ll never leave me?” Shane nearly shouted at him. “Well, joke’s on you because if you think you’re ever getting rid of me you’re out of your fucking mind. I’m not going anywhere, whether you want me to or not. I’m going to be right here boring the shit out of you forever.”
“We are agreed then? You will never leave me. Very wise choice.” Ilya looked so satisfied with himself it was almost obscene.
”I hate you.” Shane was breathless and trying very hard to stay mad at him but mostly failing.
Ilya smiled warmly. ”No you don’t.” He kissed him to emphasize the point. And then again. And again.
Ilya kept kissing him with his stupidly perfect lips until Shane’s head got all fuzzy inside. It was his drug of choice and had been for over a decade. Ilya’s tongue slid alongside his in that way that made Shane’s bones go deliciously melty. He was suddenly very aware of the fact that Ilya’s naked body was pressed on top of his, making out with him like Shane was his preferred source of oxygen. And his dick was very ready to pick up where they had left off.
Ilya shifted to nibble and suck at a spot under the bolt of Shane’s jaw that made his pulse jump. He felt warm and giddy and so fucking in love he could burst. Which of course, made him want to tease Ilya back a little bit. It was only fair.
“The contract was a good idea,” Shane told him. “I think you need to add some penalties though.”
Ilya started kissing his way slowly down Shane’s chest. “Penalties?” he asked against Shane’s skin.
“Yes. Violating the terms of a contract is like breaking a promise. There should be consequences for that.” Shane thought for a moment. Although the way Ilya was circling his nipple with his tongue made complex thought a real struggle. “Something like, cleaning the house top to bottom. It’ll be good practice for when you’re cleaning the rink at night.”
Ilya looked up at him through the fringe of his eyelashes. “Shane, that is not a penalty for you. You clean for fun.”
“No I don’t.” It wasn’t fun per-se. It was more of a calming routine.
“Also, if I cleaned the whole house it would be penalty for both of us,” Ilya pointed out. “You would just clean it again because you think I do it wrong.”
“Okay, you’re not entirely wrong on that one,” Shane conceded. “Fine then,” he said. “No sex. The guilty party has to sleep on the couch. How long will depend on the severity of the violation. What do you say to that?”
“Oh really?” Ilya arched both eyebrows skeptically. “You want us both to be miserable then?”
“I wouldn’t be miserable.” Shane wasn’t about to give up that easily. “I still have my dildo.”
Ilya’s jaw dropped open in outrage. Something feral flashed in his eyes.
Before Shane could react, Ilya grabbed his legs and folded his knees up against his chest.
“Ilya!” Shane protested on a laugh. He loved that Ilya was strong enough to manhandle him.
Ilya knelt between Shane’s legs and palmed his ass, holding Shane open. He started teasing Shane’s hole with his tongue, alternating between broad flat swipes and quick little flicks that sent zings of pleasure through Shane’s body.
“Ilya,” Shane breathed out. He grabbed his knees and let his eyes close, succumbing to the onslaught.
Ilya nipped at the meat of Shane’s asscheek immediately soothing it with a kiss. “Can your toy do this?”
He pointed his tongue and started gently fucking it in and out, gradually applying more pressure to loosen Shane up.
Shane moaned. He never wanted him to stop, yet at the same time he was already impatient for more. He wanted Ilya to fill him up with his cock. To slide in slow and deep and make love to him like that until they were both on the edge of orgasm or madness, whichever happened first.
“Mm sweet little hole.” Ilya traced circles around the rim with the tip of his tongue. “Tighter than any pussy I’ve ever had.”
Shane sucked in a breath. “Yeah?”
Ilya hummed in agreement. “I would not trade for anything.”
Shane felt Ilya’s words cocoon him like a warm blanket.
Ilya rubbed over his rim with two of his fingertips. He waited. “Green?”
Shane nodded. “Green.”
Ilya sucked on his fingers, getting them nice and wet. Then he began twisting them in and out, massaging Shane open for him.
“Ah fuck,” Shane swore softly. He was already high on the feeling of how easily his body responded to Ilya’s touch. Like muscle memory.
Shane reached for his dick which was drooling pre-come onto his stomach by then, but Ilya batted him away with his free hand.
Ilya wrapped his fingers around Shane’s cock. He bent down and brought the tip to his lips and kissed it sweetly. “So pretty,” Ilya slipped Shane’s cock between his lips and sucked him almost all the way down before releasing it again. “Feels perfect in my mouth,” Ilya confessed, almost in wonder. “I can’t explain.”
Shane knew exactly what he meant. He felt the same whenever he sucked Ilya’s dick. Thick and heavy on his tongue. It was an oddly comforting sensation that he could just surrender himself to and quiet the constant static in his head.
Ilya started stroking Shane’s cock, the loose circle of his fist gliding lazily up and down the shaft aided by spit and pre-come. It was just enough to spike Shane’s arousal higher, and not nearly enough to make him come. He rocked his hips down, trying desperately to meet the thrust of Ilya’s fingers inside him.
Shane yanked open the nightstand drawer and reached blindly for the lube. He tossed it onto the bed next to Ilya. “Green,” he said, his voice little more than a whine.
The crooked smile on Ilya’s face was lethal. He spit filthy-hot on Shane’s hole and added a third finger.
Shane gripped the bedspread, welcoming the stretch but still it wasn’t what he wanted most.
“Rub your tits for me,” Ilya commanded. “I want to see.”
Shane let go of his knees to run his hands up his body to his chest, putting on a show. He squeezed his pecs, cupping the firm flesh in his hands.
Ilya watched, his eyes tracking every tiny expression that ghosted over Shane’s face. “So fucking hot, sweetheart.”
Shane pinched his nipples hard, chasing that same electric feeling of when Ilya would catch them between his teeth. He gasped, closing his eyes and letting himself sink deeper into the riot of sensations coursing through his body as Ilya fingered him and jerked his cock. If he let himself he might’ve been able to come just like that.
Ilya removed his fingers and squeezed tightly at the base of Shane’s dick.
Shane couldn’t see it from his angle but he heard the cap on the bottle of lube click open. His eyes flew open and he let out an impatient little moan.
“Look at me,” Ilya said, lubing up his cock. He held Shane’s gaze with such intensity that Shane felt like he could see right into his soul. “Want you to watch what you do to me.”
Ilya rubbed the fat lube-slicked head of his cock against Shane’s entrance.
“Green,” Shane whispered, eyes locked on Ilya’s face.
Ilya bit his lip and slid in agonizingly slow so they could both feel every inch of him filling Shane up. Shane watched as his eyelids lower halfway and his gaze went unfocused, lost for a moment to the surge of pleasure from that initial push. Ilya’s mouth fell open on a low groan. The power that Shane felt in that moment to reduce a man like Ilya to a fuckdrunk mess was its own kind of drug.
“Fuck, Shane.” Ilya braced himself with one hand on the bed as he covered Shane with his body, his other hand still squeezing the base of Shane’s dick like an improvised cock ring. “I will never get tired of this. Is never enough.”
Shane hooked his legs around Ilya’s waist, shifting the angle. He could feel Ilya’s cock pressed deep inside him right against his prostate and he knew if it wasn’t for Ilya’s grip staving him off he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. It was too much, too good.
“This body is what I want always.” Ilya ground out between clenched teeth. He started fucking Shane slowly at first, grinding down and in on every stroke. “So fucking sexy and strong.”
Shane felt like the air was being punched out of his lungs at every wicked snap of Ilya’s hips, but it was llya’s words that touched places inside of him that made tears come to his eyes.
“You take me so good, malysh.” Ilya sped up his pace, fucking Shane harder and faster. Sweat glistened on his bare chest.
Shane wrapped his arms around Ilya’s neck, pulling him closer. Their mouths were less than an inch apart, not kissing but sharing every panting breath and half-formed moan. Shane could feel his balls getting tight, his orgasm building inside him like the crest of a wave. He bucked his hips, trying to match Ilya’s rhythm and fuck up into Ilya’s fist at the same time. “Green, Ilya, green.”
“You want to come for me?” Ilya kissed him hard and messy as his cock slammed home over and over. “Say it.”
“Please, baby.” Shane was utterly gone, his forehead pressed against Ilya’s. “Let me come.”
Ilya kissed him again and released his grip. He stroked Shane’s cock as he fucked into him like a man possessed, losing all control.
“Fuck!” Shane cried out, mindlessly. “Oh god. Ilya! yesyesyesyesyes-” His body was drawn up tight like a spring and Ilya had just snapped him loose. Pure fucking ecstasy washed over him as he came, spilling all over his stomach.
“So fucking good,” Ilya’s face was flushed pink down to his collarbone and Shane knew he was just about ready to explode. “No other man. No woman. No one can compare to my Shane.”
Drunk on endorphins, Shane drew two of his fingers through the come on his belly and shoved them into Ilya’s mouth. “No one.”
Ilya sucked Shane’s fingers clean and moaned around them as his orgasm hit full force. His hips stuttered and jerked, plunging deep on the final thrust as he filled Shane’s ass with his come. He let Shane’s fingers fall from his mouth. “Fuck, Shane. I love you. I love you so much.”
Shane pulled him down into a kiss, slow and deep. “Don’t ever stop.”
****
Some time later, after Ilya had cleaned them both off with a couple of wet washcloths from the bathroom, Shane lay on his side with Ilya spooned against his back. Ilya had one arm wrapped around him, holding him close. Their legs were tangled up together comfortably. Shane couldn’t move an inch. Not that he wanted to, which he definitely didn’t. His body hummed in the afterglow of his orgasm like it did after a great session in the gym or a hard-fought game on the ice. He felt gloriously happy and spent in every way possible.
“Ilya?” he murmured, finding it hard to find the energy to form words.
“Mmm?” Ilya rumbled. Shane could feel the vibration of it in his chest where it was pressed to Shane’s back.
“I want to add something to the Sex Addendum.”
Ilya planted a light kiss on the back of Shane’s neck. “Whatever you want, moya lyubov.”
“You have to promise to always hold me after,” Shane said, smiling to himself. “Just like this.”
Ilya laid his cheek against the back of Shane’s shoulder and hugged him tighter.
“Motion granted.”