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“So we were at the aquarium today and we saw Shayne Hollander and um- wait whats his name again?”
“Hayden Pike.”
“Hayden Pike. And they were there with kids like they were having a little family day. and Shane was holding a baby and they were talking about how they can’t have more kids because Shane still wants to play hockey.”
“We’re not even joking.”
“I think Hayden has a wife? But like it totally seemed like they were a couple.”
“I mean they’re super cute together. And the stigma in the MLH is super strong so maybe he has a wife to hide their relationship?”
“Maybe. Or maybe they’re like a throuple or something?”
“Either way we promise to keep looking into it and bring any updates straight to you!”
Ilya closed his laptop. The gossip channel video stopped as soon as the lid closed. Pike? Fucking Pike? Shane was on some little date with Hayden fucking Pike? He’s not gonna let it bother him. It’s clearly some boring nonsense being embellished by two boring teenagers to get attention. There’s no way Shane is organized enough to be carrying out two super secret gay workplace affairs… right?
Ilya thought about how planned their encounters are, how seriously Shane takes everything from hockey to his diet, how neatly Shane folds his clothes before he fucks him. Ok, maybe he is organized enough. But he wouldn’t, right?
As much as he would never admit it, this is the only thing Ilya can think about for days. He checks the gossip channel obsessively waiting for an update. He stalks Hayden’s wife on facebook (Jackie, she’s pretty. Too pretty for Pike). Analyzes pictures of their kids to see if any of them look like Shane (the twins don’t. the baby maybe a little, but it's a baby you can never really tell). He tries to find any information online on Shane’s carrier status (apparently he did some campaign in juniors about carriers in sports). On some level he can tell that he’s being irrational but he can’t stop himself. He watches the Metros vs Admirals way too closely to try to catch any interaction between them. Not that Pike gets much ice time anyway. He’s astoundingly mediocre at hockey, not on the same level as Ilya. Shane deserved better than Montreal’s 15th best player. Shane deserved the best. And Ilya is the best.
It was starting to affect him on the ice too. He’s distracted and he knows it. He gets a penalty for fighting in the next game. The internet is going crazy about him pulling a Gordie Howe, but Ilya can’t stop thinking about what the guy had said during the face off. He had been off his game that night and he knew it. “Looks like you might be looking for a new rival this year. If Hollander’s too busy getting knocked up by his teammates. I could be your guy.” the center from Houston smiled at him. Ilya hadn’t responded. He had just won the face off. He passed the puck off to Marlow and immediately set his sights on the man. He checked him into the boards way harder than necessary.
“YOU ARE NO MATCH FOR ME. FOR HOLLANDER.” Ilya yelled as he dropped his gloves. He punched the guy before he could even process what was happening and didn’t let up until the ref pulled him off. He skated to the box silently and avoided concerned eye contact from his teammates. He got out of the box and played a perfect game because he is not about to let that Houston asshole think they were on the same level.
His teammates questioned him in the locker room after the game and he shut them down. Honestly he isn’t even sure what happened and he certainly isn’t looking to figure it out. He usually avoids fights, he’d rather let the D-men take the hits but this guy had apparently struck a nerve.
Ilya went home that night and put on the Metros game while he iced his bruised knuckles. Shane was having a better night than he was. Hayden had just assisted him to his third goal of the night and people were throwing hats on the ice as they hugged. Ilya felt the anger bubbling up again. What does Pike have that he doesn’t? If Shane wanted those things why didn’t he go to Ilya? Does Pike have a magic dick or something? Ilya turned off the game, he couldn’t look at them anymore.
He showered and got himself into bed. He tried really hard not to think about Shane. It didn’t work. He laid there staring at the ceiling imagining coming home to Shane, happier than ever and pregnant with their baby. He thinks about what they would name their kids, where they would raise them, what they would look like. He thinks about teaching them hockey when they’re old enough to balance on skates. He thinks about comforting them when they fall on the ice and going back to the house for hot chocolate. He thinks about it until he falls asleep.
Ilya looks around, he's at the end of season awards making small chitchat with random players he could care less about. He’s about to call it a night and leave this boring party when someone puts a hand on his shoulder. He turns around and sees Shane, his Shane, but he looks different. He’s heavily pregnant and there’s something different in his smile. Next to him is Pike, beaming with an arm around Shane’s waist. “Congratulations on player of the year. I know I gave you a leg up when I took a season off” Shane says putting a hand on his belly.
“Seems like you both won.” Pike says kissing Shane on the cheek and flashing Ilya a smirk. Ilya is just about to punch the smirk off of Pike’s stupid face when Shane grunts and doubles over in pain.
“Hayden. It’s happening. Fuck. it’s happening.” Shane breathes through what is apparently a contraction.
“Oh my god it’s happening. Breathe baby. Just breathe. We’ve got this. MY HUSBAND IS HAVING A BABY!” The entire league cheers for them. “Sorry Rozanov, gotta get him to the hospital. Have fun with your trophy.” Hayden adds and winks to Ilya.
Ilya wakes up in a cold sweat, it was just a dream. The same one he’s been having for the last week. His heart is pounding. He takes a second to ground himself in his surroundings. He’s on the team plane. They’re on their way to Montreal. He’s going to be playing against Shane and Pike tomorrow.
“You good Roz?” Marlow is sitting across from him “you look like you saw a ghost”
“I look nothing, shut the fuck up Marlow” Ilya turns to the window.
“Have you heard about this rumor with Hollander and Pike?”
“What?” Ilya tries to play it cool.
“Apparently, they keep getting spotted together with Pike’s kids. People think they’re a thing” Marlow laughs.
“Ridiculous. You think Shane Hollander is stupid enough to get caught in public like that?” Ilya gets up and moves to another seat. Marlow is clearly in a talking mood and Ilya could not want to discuss this any less.
He’s just walking into his hotel room when he gets a YouTube notification from the gossip channel. He waits for Marlow to leave and then clicks the video as fast as he can.
“We know you guys have been waiting so so patiently, “and we finally have a Shayden update for you guyssss!”
“A source just sent us this picture of Shane Hollander and Hayden Pike at dinner in Mile End.”
A picture appears onscreen of Shane and Hayden sitting across from each other at a table in a candlelit restaurant. The baby is in a carriage between them, and they each have a little girl next to them. Or they’re supposed to. The girl next to Shane is leaning out of her chair, trying to melt a crayon on the candle, and the girl next to Hayden is mid running away as Hayden calls after her. Shane is looking at Hayden, smile wide, mid laugh.
“Three kids is a handful, obviously.”
“Even harder without their mom there.”
“Where is Jackie Pike?”
“She’s at home letting the boys have a sweet romantic dinner.”
“And speaking of romantic dinners, this restaurant is all over Zagat. It’s the spot in Montreal right now if you’re looking to propose to a certain someone special.”
“Not speculating that that’s what’s happening with our favorite Metros.”
“No, not at all. But if you were gonna pop the question, we can’t think of many better places.”
“Speaking of proposals, when is Carter Vaughn going to propose to-“ Ilya turned off the video.
Propose? The room was spinning, he was going to puke. Shane could NOT marry Hayden fucking Pike. He had to put a stop to this.
Lily: Are you free tonight?
Ilya paced the room for what felt like forever, but was probably only like 10 minutes before his phone dinged.
Jane: I am. How’s 8:30? Usual place?
Ilya looked at the clock, 6:00.
Lily: How’s 7?
Jane: Sure.
Ilya’s knee doesn’t stop bouncing the entire ride over to Shane’s apartment. He needs to calm down and he knows it. He can’t just walk into Shane’s apartment and ask if he was starting a family with another man. Could he? He shouldn’t, he can’t let Shane know he cared that much. There had to be something he could say. He knew he had to address it if he wanted to stop feeling like he was itching out of his skin but he didn’t know how.
“Hey that rumor is crazy” was too casual, “Am I the only professional hockey player you’re banging on the down low?” was too personal, “Why would you have Pike’s babies but not mine?” Might be what he wants to say but it’s way too much. It’s stupid. This whole thing is stupid and he should let it go if he didn’t want to ruin what Shane and him had. Whatever that is.
He’s finally resolved to not bring it up at all when Shane opens the door. He’s wearing black sweatpants and an oversized t shirt. Oversized enough to cover- Ilya slams him to the wall inside the door.
“Is it true?”
“Is what true?” Shane looks amused.
“That you’re having Hayden Pike’s baby”
“Rozanov that’s-“
“Don’t tell me I’m fucking crazy. I’ve seen the evidence.” Ilya is scanning Shane’s face for any sign that he’s missing something.
“Rozanov I am not having Hayden’s baby” Shane glares at him.
“Are you fucking him?” Ilya is no longer in control of the words coming out of his mouth.
“Am I what?” Shane looks shocked.
“Because if you want a baby, I will give you a baby right now. You do not have to go to second rate Hayden Pike.”
“What?” Shane says a little worried.
“Our baby would be so much cuter, so much more talented than whatever Pike can give you.” Ilya spat his name like it tasted bad.
“Rozanov, I am not sleeping with Hayden.”
“Oh. Good.” Ilya goes to kiss Shane only to be held back.
“What the hell Rozanov?”
“Its ok. You are not having secret relationship with Hayden Pike, I no longer care about him at all. We can move on.” He cupped Shane’s dick through his pants. It was usually at least a little hard by now but Ilya found him completely soft. “I want to fuck you.” He whispered into Shane’s ear.
“Well you came in and accused me of sleeping with my best friend so now we have to talk about it.”
“Fine.” Ilya let Shane go and Shane walked them to the couch. They sat on opposite sides. Ilya crosses his arms and looks straight ahead.
“So clearly you’ve been keeping up with the gossip vlogs.”
“Hard not to when they’re everywhere.” Ilya doesn’t look at Shane.
“And you believed them?”
“No. Maybe. I just- Would make this complicated.”
“Is that the only reason?" Shane leans toward Ilya, eyes questioning.
“Yes. What else do you think?”
“I think it bothered you to see me with someone else.”
“Why would it bother me? You can do whatever you like. This is….” He trailed off gesturing between them, unable to even come up with a correct sounding lie.
“This is a lot. I think we can agree about that.” Shane offers. Ilya shrugs “Do you really think I could handle two of this?” Shane tried to laugh.
“I guess not.”
“So you think you maybe overreacted a little?”
“блять” Ilya runs his hands through his hair and finally looks at Shane. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”
“Want to start the night over?” Shane offered, running his hand down Ilya’s arm.
“Please.” Ilya got up and walked to the door. He walked out and knocked on it again. Shane opened it with the same shy smile Ilya had grown to love.
“Hi” Shane said.
“Hi” Ilya smiled. The door closes behind him. Shane’s mouth is on his before he could say anything else.
Ilya crowds Shane into the wall and Shane breaks the kiss long enough to get both of their shirts off. Ilya kisses down his bare neck, he resists the urge to leave a hickey, to mark Shane as his. Shane moans softly and Ilya has to move back to his mouth or he’s going to cover Shane in pretty bruises and really give the drama channels something to talk about.
They kiss hungrily, all teeth and tongues, for a long time. Longer than usual. Shane moans and grinds his crotch into Ilya’s. He puts his arms around his neck and Ilya picks him up.
He carries Shane through the living room and up the stairs to the bedroom. Ilya tosses him onto the bed. He lies on top of him, kissing him into the mattress. “Please, Ilya” Shane whimpers into his mouth.
Ilya yanks Shane's pants down and begins kissing down his body. Starting by sucking the spot where his jaw meets his neck and working his way down. He sucks one of Shane's nipples and the noise Shane makes is heavenly. He continues down, kissing every inch of skin he can until he finally reaches Shane’s hard cock. He licks a stripe down it before moving lower down. He briefly sucks one of Shane’s balls into his mouth before setting himself on his real destination.
Ilya laps at Shane’s hole like his life depends on it. Licking around it to tease him. Shane moans and it spurs Ilya on to push his tongue in and start fucking him with it. Shane grinds down on him trying to get more friction. It’s not enough for him and Ilya knows it. He replaces his tongue with two fingers and sucks Shane’s cock in time with his thrusting. Shane is making the most ungodly noises one hand threaded into Ilya’s hair. “Fuck me Ilya” Ilya removes himself from Shane with a kiss to his inner thigh. “Of course”
Ilya takes his pants off and goes for the drawer where Shane kept his condoms. Shane grabs his arm, his hair is a mess and his cheeks are bright red. “Don’t- We don’t need a- Want to feel you come in me.” Now this wasn’t something they did.
“Oh do you?” Ilya climbed onto the bed hovering over Shane.
“It was- it was so hot when you wanted to knock me up.” Shane’s eyes are wild. “Did you mean it?”
“Are you sure this is a decision you want to make right now?” Ilya is clinging to rational thought
“I mean we don’t have to decide. We can just… practice” Shane tried to pull Ilya down to him.
“Practice huh? Are you on the pill?” Ilya is trying really hard to make good decisions. To not let his dick win but this is turning him on.
“Yes.” Shane successfully pulls Ilya on top of him “But there’s always a chance right? If you fuck me hard enough. If you’re stronger than the pill.”
Ilya can’t argue with that logic and his instincts take over. He kisses Shane hard. Shane gasps into his mouth and wraps his legs around Ilya. “Please Ilya. Put a baby in me.” And that is all the prompting Ilya needs.
Ilya slowly pushes himself into Shane’s hole. It’s warm and tight like always but the extra sensation from the lack of latex is driving him wild. He can tell they’re both feeling it because Shane’s eyes have rolled back in his head.
“Fuuuuuuck Shane” Ilya growls. He pauses when he bottoms out to let Shane adjust and to stop himself from blowing his load immediately. He wants to savor this moment. He looks at Shane, his eyes are fluttering and his mouth is agape. It's the hottest thing Ilya has ever seen and he decides he can’t hold back anymore. He pulls out almost entirely and slams himself back in. Shane’s back arches so beautifully. He sets a hard and fast rhythm punctuated by Shane’s moans.
“Is this what you wanted? Wanted me to breed you? Make you a daddy? Like you were made to be?” Ilya has one hand locked on Shane’s hip so hard it’ll probably bruise and the other on Shane’s chest squeezing his pec. “Gonna look so good full with milk and round with my baby.” His hand moves to Shane’s belly, it's flat now but Ilya can fix that.
Shane lets out a noise neither of them have heard before “please please please Ilya. Please give it to me. Want your baby so bad.”
“My baby. Mine.” Ilya picks up speed, both hands on Shane's hips now.
“Yours. All yours.” Shane moans out pulling Ilya down to kiss him.
“Im the only one who can satisfy you” Ilya whispers into Shane’s mouth.
“Only you. Always you. Fuck.” Shane is scrambling for purchase on Shane’s back and Ilya knows he’s leaving marks with his nails but he can’t bring himself to care. “Ilya. Ilya I’m so close.”
Ilya picks up the pace “wait for me I’m almost there.” Shane claws his back even harder and locks his legs around Ilya. “Please Ilya. Please come in me. Please fill me up.” He whines. That’s all it takes to take Ilya over the top and they come together in a chorus of yells and moans.
For a minute Ilya stays inside Shane, both of them panting as they recover and then Shane taps him and Ilya rolls off. They both lay there silently staring at the ceiling for a long time. Ilya is sure Shane’s internal monologue matches his of fuck what the fuck why did we do that?
“So…” Ilya breaks the silence.
“That was…” Shane replies, dazed.
“Was really hot” Ilya looked over to Shane.
“Yeah” Shane returned his gaze.
Ilya spread out an arm and Shane moved in to cuddle. “Sorry I got jealous. Obviously, you are too good to be sleeping with Hayden Pike.”
“Hey he’s still my best friend.” Shane playfully smacked him “It’s all good. The rumors were starting to get a bit crazy.”
“I was starting to get a bit crazy.”
“Well that too. But it worked out.” Shane seemed to catch himself being sappy. “I mean that was the hottest sex we’ve ever had.”
“It was.” Ilya decided to see how far he could push this thread. “What if you went off the pill?”
“What?” Shane turned to look Ilya in the eyes.
“Or I mean like in the future what if…” he trailed off. Maybe this was a mistake.
“Oh. I guess I’ve never really thought about it. Having kids. Hockey has been my life and I’d have to give up at least a full season.” Shane planted himself on Ilya’s chest looking up at him.
“Oh. That’s fair.” Ilya played with Shane’s hair. He realized he hadn’t considered the actual implications of them having a baby.
“But maybe someday? Like after retirement? If you still want to?” Shane said hopefully.
“After retirement. Or after I win enough cups that there’s no use for Metros to pretend to be as good as us.”
“You mean after I win enough cups that you give up?”
“Eh agree to disagree.” Ilya pulled Shane back into him and kissed his forehead. “Our baby will be so good at hockey. No one in the league will come close.”
“What if they don’t like hockey?”
“Unlikely. But I’m sure skills are useful elsewhere.”
“Good point.” Shane looked at Ilya intently “I hope they have your curls.”
“And your freckles” Ilya poked Shane’s nose.
“As long as they’re healthy they can look however they want” Shane said as he snuggled into Ilya’s chest and closed his eyes.
Someday. Someday Ilya is going to be able to look at a pregnant Shane Hollander and know that he did that. What would the fucking gossip channels say about that?