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There was an open secret in Boston that only one person could tell Ilya what to do and live, the ever elusive and equally beautiful Svetlana Vetrova.
Scott had seen the duo out at a club during Rozanov’s rookie year and it was evident to all who was calling the shots, which proved that Ilya wasn’t as opposed to taking orders as he let on.
This was something Scott could work with, but just like with Hollander, there would need to be a conversation. Shane’s was simple, ground him, take him out of his head, and fuck him hard enough that it went further than seeing stars and was closer to being amongst them.
“I do not need what you are offering.” Ilya spoke after posting a picture of the two of them out at lunch, captioning it with “seeing if he gets senior discount” which was fucking rude, Scott was 28.
“First of all, fuck you. Second of all, there was a time where you were a good liar, what happened? I’ve seen you and your redhead friend, how long has she been walking you like a dog and how long have you loved it?” Scott asked, despite his own All-American, golden boy gimmick, he was fully able to chirp his ass off.
“You are not my Svetlana, you do not have correct parts.” Childish as ever, Ilya responded with his signature smirk.
“Well your Jane seems to think I have all the right parts, she calls me Sir with my come still on her lips,” A fact that Scott knew Ilya already was aware of, “Such an eager little bunny, right? Always so appreciative of having someone tell her she’s doing a good job.”
Ilya narrowed his eyes and tilted his head, “I am not always as kind to my Jane as you are, as you love to remind me.”
“Balance, I’m nice and you’re a dick, we work well together when it comes to making sure she’s taken care of.” Scott shrugged, pushing his pasta around on his plate, “I just think you need someone to be a dick to you, too.”
Ilya couldn’t begin to lie his way out of that one, so it was set, their little hierarchy. Ilya trumped Shane but Scott trumped Ilya and Shane had final say on any exploration the three did together, a perfect dynamic.
The Admirals lost, to the surprise of no one and not for lack of effort, it was a competitive game that ended 3-4 in favor of the goddamn Bears.
“I hate that kid so much.” Vaughny mumbled from his barstool, openly glaring at the captain Scott so desperately wanted to see on his knees.
Ilya was throwing shots back like they were water and buttering up any woman that came within a three foot radius, the dirtiest damn dog wherever he went.
“So fucking smug, how much is the fine if I punch him?”
Scott laughed loudly, “You cannot punch him off the ice, Vaughny, that is assault and his team would jump you.”
“You’d back me up though, right?” Vaughny elbowed him lightly.
“Without second thought, Vaughny.” They cheers and watched as the Bears partied without care.
On the other side of the bar, Ilya knew exactly what he was doing with his face buried in the neck of some brunette but his eyes were locked on a certain captain with fuzzy hazel eyes.
Scarlett
Can you not??
Ilya laughed softly as the message appeared on his phone, nibbling gently on the fresh mark he left on the brunette.
Lily-Rose
Let me have my fun 👴🏻
He watched Scott’s brows furrow and their eyes locked once more, this time the taller man unable to hide how pissed he was.
Hunter turned away first, said something to Vaughny and made a grand showing of walking to the bathrooms, knowing damn well Ilya would follow. He needed a cigarette anyway.
It was cold enough that the bar’s patio was empty, offering Ilya complete privacy as he blew smoke out into the night.
“You are so fucking disrespectful, you know that?” Scott bit out and his hand was wrapped in his curls before Ilya could even turn around, forcing him up against the nearest wall, “You have two people telling you they want to be with you and you’re fucking it up for what? Two blondes and a brunette?”
“I am no longer allowed to have fun?” Ilya bit back, the shots having his temper blaring.
“Fun? You want fun, pretty boy?” Scott mocked, his thumb pushing its way into the Russian’s mouth, “I can show you fun, or I can punish you for being such a fucking brat. Choice?”
Ilya laughed softly, “You will be mean to me?”
“The meanest.”
Ilya was rock hard in his jeans as he sent a quick text to Marly letting him know he found a bed for the evening. He climbed over the short patio fence and waited like the good boy he could be for Scott to come around the corner and lead him back to his place.
“Bedroom, get naked.” Was all Scott said as he unbuttoned his shirt, his back fully turned to Ilya.
Scarlett
What’s your ETA??
Shane had risked pretty much everything to come down to New York when Scott had called, in the weeks since their dynamic began they had only met up once after a game. There was no reason for him to be here, he told his parents he was sightseeing and hated how easily they believed it. He fucking hated New York.
$250 down for a round trip to a city he absolutely hated to get fucked out of his mind. The riskiest, potential career-ending hookup.
Jane
Like five minutes, what’s up?
Scarlett
Just got a surprise for you
Did you watch the game?
Jane
Yeah, you guys really had them in the 3rd.
Thought it was an easy win.
Can I get a hint?
Scarlett
No.
Shane rolled his eyes from the safety of a piss-scented sidewalk and upped his pace, he was so grateful Scott’s apartment was right near a subway line so the journey was short.
Scott knew that surprises weren’t really Shane’s thing, he liked to have a planned emotion when he was entering an environment. He also trusted Scott to keep him safe and regulated, which lowered his blooming anxiety by miles.
“Sir?” Shane called as he stepped into the apartment, the living room was lit by lamps only and it was that soft glow that illuminated the impressive body of Scott, “Hi, um, I’m here.” Shane spoke awkwardly and Scott openly laughed in his face.
“I can see that, baby,” He grinned, crossing the room to kiss him, “Are you ready for your surprise?” He asked quietly against his lips before hauling him over his shoulder and carrying him towards his bedroom.
“I could’ve walked!” Shane laughed.
“My pretty prince’s feet should never touch the ground.”
Scott’s room was quickly becoming Shane’s favorite place on the planet, everything about the outside world just faded away and Shane was allowed to rest, to take a breath and just be.
He didn’t know what to expect when Scott had mentioned a surprise, but the last thing on his list was a naked Russian with authority issues.
Ilya sat on the bed with the most bored expression on his face, only giving away a brief look of surprise at the sight of Shane before stoning again.
“This is my punishment?” Ilya asked with massive amounts of attitude, his eyebrow raising slightly, “Hollander could not punish a puppy, he would break down in tears.” Rude, but unfortunately true which meant it was that much crueler for Ilya to use it against him.
Scott ignored him and gently placed Shane on the bed with enough room for Jesus between the two of them, “He was horrible tonight, constantly provoking Vaughny and myself, so he’s not gonna be playing with us tonight, okay?”
Shane nodded hesitantly, they had talked about threesomes briefly and they both agreed that it was better to wait until Scott had better explored his dynamic with Ilya alone before throwing himself into their established one.
“So why am I here?” Ilya asked with heated eyes watching as Scott climbed up Shane’s body until he was completely obscuring Ilya’s view of him, which angered the Russian more than he thought it would, “And what is stopping me from leaving?”
Shane didn’t know the answer so he said nothing, but Scott did and he was purposely ignoring any word that came from Ilya.
“Did you do what I asked?” Scott could feel the answer nestled between Shane’s clothed cheeks, his sweet boy always listened so well. All plugged up and ready for him.
Scott undressed Shane like one would unwrap a fragile present, taking his time to admire every inch of Shane’s body. The entire time making sure Ilya was excluded as much as possible while still allowing him to be in the same room.
Ilya watched Scott take Shane into his mouth with blatant envy, “I am leaving.” Bristling further at the muffled laugh he received from Scott in response.
Shane shot him the most aggressive glare Ilya had seen when Scott’s lips were no longer wrapped sinfully around his dripping cock, “We don’t want you to leave, do we Shane? Ask Ilya to stay.” Scott was being mean, just like he told Ilya he would be but it still came as a shock.
“Fuck!” Scott’s head dropped back down to Shane’s cock, slobbering around it so obscenely that Shane was near tears when he turned to Ilya, “Please don’t go, oh fuck! Sir, I’m gonna come!” Shane whined pitifully high and Scott withdrew his mouth once again, squeezing the base of his cock.
“Not yet, baby boy, we need to wait for your bratty friend’s answer.” Shane whimpered, tears now rolling down his cheeks, “He was so bad tonight and now he’s trying to duck out on his punishment.”
Ilya rolled his eyes, “I was a normal amount of bad, Hollander.” And it seemed like every bit of restraint Scott had finally snapped and suddenly he was bullying Ilya off the bed and into the armchair in the corner, his grip tight on the nape of the Russian’s neck.
“Making out with three separate women is normal to you? I promise you if I wanted a regular Russian slut, I wouldn’t have picked the one that could kill my fucking career, got it?”
Ilya ignored the way his cock twitched and he nodded, secretly so fucking in love with how Scott was being so mean.
“I need a verbal fucking answer, you dumb slut.”
“Fuck you!” Ilya countered and Scott forced open his mouth and spit directly on his tongue, Ilya’s toes curled as he swallowed the spit happily, “I am unimpressed with my punishment.”
“Oh are you? Shane?”
“Yes Sir?” Shane asked eagerly, his face flushed red and his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Bend over with your hands on Rozanov’s thighs,” Shane obeyed like his life depending on it, his face now dangerously close to Ilya’s cock, “Such a good boy, you ready?”
Scott didn’t wait for a response before burying his cock deep inside the Canadian, the force causing Shane’s face to drag alongside Ilya’s dripping cock.
“There we go, always so nice and fucking tight for me, Hollander.” Scott groaned over Shane’s loud, hiccuped moans, “Such a shame Ilya can’t touch you, right? I bet you want his cock in your mouth so bad.”
Shane nodded, “Please?” He was asking Ilya, his big brown eyes shining with unshed tears and Ilya was close to breaking his fingers his grip on the chair was so tight. He was only a man after all.
“Tell him no, Rozanov.” Scott demanded after a particularly brutal series of thrusts that had Shane on his toes and sobbing.
Ilya wasn’t fairing much better, his own eyes wet as he shook his head, “No, Hollander.” The words were spoken like they were being dragged out of his mouth by nails and barbed wire.
“Oh so you can listen? I can’t imagine having such a good throat ready and willing, and not being able to fucking use it.” Scott taunted as ruthlessly as he was fucking into Shane, “Keep asking, Shane, maybe his answer will change.” Knowing damn well Ilya’s cock wasn’t getting touched by anything.
“Please fuck my throat, Rozanov, please–” Shane’s pleas turned into senseless begging.
“Rozanov?”
“Fuck you, Hunter,” Ilya snapped, wiping away his own tears, "Shit, no Hollander."
“Still unimpressed? Shane, I don’t hear you asking.”
Shane was drooling and clearly on another planet, thought itself was likely lost on him so basic communication was out the fucking window.
“My poor pretty boy, all he wants is right in front of him and you just can’t give it to him.” Scott moved Shane onto all fours as he began to lose his rhythm, leaning over him until it was his face closest to Ilya’s throbbing cock, “Maybe next time I tell you to chill the fuck out you’ll listen, yeah?”
Ilya nodded immediately, “Yes yes, I am so sorry Sir, please let him suck me.” Just as Shane was coming onto the floor hands free.
Scott pulled out of Shane, willing himself not to come, “Open your mouth, Hollzy.” He panted, rubbing his cock against of the fucked out man.
Eager to have something in his mouth, Shane latched on and used the last of his energy to suck Scott’s orgasm out from him, humming happily as he swallowed down every bit of the older man’s load.
“Such a good boy,” Scott whispered, pressing soft kisses along his face, “Can you wait for me in the bathroom?”
“He has dropped.” Ilya spoke softly, not waiting for Scott’s permission to run his hands through Shane’s hair, “He needs bath and cuddles.”
Scott hummed in agreement, “How close are you?”
“So fucking close, please let me come.”
“Please what?” Ilya had quickly learned to not underestimate the older man’s sense of cruelty as tears slipped from his eyes.
“Please Sir, it hurts so bad.”
Scott pretended to think about it as he scooped Shane into his arms, “If you can stay right there while I bathe our boy I’ll let you come down my throat, does that sound fair?”
Ilya bit back a groan and forced himself to nod, “Yes Sir.”
Post bath, Shane watched with heavy eyes Scott taking Ilya down to his pubes, the sound of Ilya hitting the back of his throat repeatedly filling the room.
Scott pulled back just as Ilya was nearing the finish, “I want to hear nothing but apologies as you come, understand?”
“Yes Sir, I’m so sorry Sir, I won’t do it again.” Ilya sobbed as he shot his load down Scott’s warm and wet mouth.
Scott pulled him down to eye level and pulled his mouth open again, spitting the remainder of his come back into Ilya’s mouth, “Now apologize to Shane, with tongue.”
Ilya crawled up the length of Scott’s California King and collapsed onto Shane, shoving his come stained tongue into his waiting mouth. Shane sucked on it greedily, tangling their limbs together until they were swords in stone, and Scott was a reimagined King Arthur, satisfied to leave well enough alone.
“Drink water, Rozanov.”
“No.”
Scott rolled his eyes as he slipped into bed beside Shane, planting a firm and loving kiss to his temple, “Your flight is at noon, which means you gotta be at the airport at no later than 10, okay?”
“Okay.” Shane mumbled sleepily, leaning into every touch he was given.
“And Rozy, your train is at 3, until 2:30 you and I will be going over what basic respect looks like in this group, okay?”
“Hm, I am sleeping, did not hear word.”
Fucking brat.