Chapter Text
July, 2017 - Ontario
Shane walked into the cottage, letting out a sigh of relief he didn't know he had been holding.
If someone had asked him a couple of days ago about how he planned to come out to his parents, he would have said he had no intention to do so anytime soon, he certainly didn't think that it would happen because his father caught him kissing Ilya Rozanov when he was suppose to be on his "silent retreat."
He tensed for a brief moment when he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders, thumbs gently caressing his back. He leaned against the touch and Ilya's hands moved to his hips as the blond's front pressed against his behind.
"You okay?" Ilya asked, his voice was soft, carried with the thick accent Shane loved so much.
"Yeah…" Shane said, closing his eyes and tilting his head to rest it on the other man's shoulder. He opened up a sweet smile when he felt a kiss on his forehead, "It went better than I expected." he admitted, looking up at his boyfriend.
His boyfriend. Ilya fucking Rozanov was his boyfriend.
"Told you. You are brave, and your parents…" Ilya trailed off, Shane could catch a glimpse of sadness in his eyes, and now that he knew more about the Russian's mother, he could figure why that was. "They are good, they love you very much."
"They like you." Shane said, making Ilya chuckle and shake his head.
"No, they tolerate me." Ilya pulled away from Shane, walking towards the living room as the other player followed after him.
They sat down on the couch, Ilya looking down at his lap. Shane straddled him, cupping the his face in his hands and kissing him softly. It wasn't rushed or desperate, but the passion and hunger they felt for each other never seemed to subdue. They had been at it for seven years and yet, every touch and every kiss they shared felt like the first time.
"They do like you, they just need some time to process… us." Shane said after pulling away, stroking Ilya's perfect jawline with his thumb.
"Yes, if my son was being fucked by his archrival I would need time too." Ilya said and Shane rolled his eyes, leaning forward and burying his face on the blond's neck.
The two shared a moment of silence, Ilya rubbing Shane's back for comfort as he looked at beautiful lake through the floor-to-ceiling windows. They still had a week all for themselves at the cottage. Ilya wanted that week to last forever. Going back to Boston and leaving Shane behind would be painful, and they still had some time before being able to get their plan into action, but hey, they survived years of pining for each other, they could handle a few months, right?
"Thank you." Shane finally broke the silence, pulling away to look into Ilya's beautiful eyes.
"For what?" The Russian asked, placing his hands on Shane's ass to keep him as close as possible.
"Just… for being here. For coming with me." Shane's smile showed real gratitude, "I don't know… you just have this thing." he said with a shrug, struggling to put his thoughts into words.
"Thing?" Ilya asked, raising on eyebrow and waiting for his boyfriend to elaborate, with an amused expression on his face.
"Yeah… Whenever I freak out, you just… you pull me back, you know?" Shane explained, playing with the neckline of Ilya's Raider's t-shirt. "You always ground me, Ilya. It's… safe. You're safe."
After so many years or being MLH's "bad boy," of being called every name under the sun, being beaten and struck left and right, and now having his favorite person in the world telling him he was his safe space, his anchor. It meant the world.
"I love you." Ilya blurted out, pulling Shane into another kiss, the Canadian eagerly kissed back, whispering a string of 'love you too's' until he felt his lungs begging for air. "When was the first time?" The blond asked, making Shane frown in confusion.
"First time that what?" He asked, breathing heavily and feeling his cock starting to stir in his shorts due to the position they were in.
"That I made you feel on ground?" Ilya asked, running his thumb over Shane's bottom lip.
"I… don't remember exactly." It wasn't a lie, he was sure there were many times when that happened without him realizing, but one memory was fresh on his head, one time he was so out of himself but Ilya's voice and his touch made him relax instantly. "Do you remember Vegas? The MLH awards?" Shane asked.
"Oh, of course… The time you begged me to get on my knees and suck your cock in that filthy bathroom." Ilya said nonchalantly, as if he was recalling the most mundane things to ever happen between them.
"I didn't beg." Shane argued with a scoff, but Ilya's smirk made it clear that the Russian remember that event differently.
"You did." He said, leaning closer until there were only an inch of space between their lips, "And you loved it, didn't you?" Ilya asked.
Shane's response was a twitch of his half-hard length.
"Do you like it when I tell you what to do, Shane Hollander?" Ilya's questions were getting more daring, he took advantage of his hands being on Shane's ass and pulled him tighter against his body, Shane's cock was getting harder by the second, his eyes fell shut as Ilya's words continued fueling his arousal. "I bet you do. You love when I take control and all you have to do is lie there and feel." The blond said, taking Shane's chin and pulling it to get the brunette to look at him.
"Ilya…" Shane breathed out, rolling his hips to grind his length against Ilya's, which by this point was just as hard as his own. Both their eyes were dark with desire and a little something else.
Curiosity, perhaps.
"What is next? Do you want me to tie you up? To fuck you until you are begging to come?" Ilya whispered seductively as he started placing kisses on Shane's jawline. He went a bit further to test out the waters, pulling one hand off his boyfriend's ass just to bring it back down in a light, but firm smack.
"Fuck, Rozanov!" Shane whined, tilting his head back and giving Ilya wide access to his neck. The Russian hummed in approval, clearly satisfied with his reaction and moving his trail of kisses down to Shane's neck.
What the fuck was happening?
This had no business being so hot, right? So why was Shane on the verge of an orgasm when his dick was still tucked inside his bottoms, leaking and untouched.
By the time Ilya gave his neck a break, Shane was flustered and panting, he was sure his underwear had a big wet spot on it, and his head was fuzzy and light. He didn't just want everything Rozanov described, he needed it. His body craved the freedom of control, the idea of Ilya doing whatever he wanted to him excited him.
And he'd be lying if he said that was the first time that crossed his mind.
"I watched Fifty Shades of Grey a few month ago." Shane blurted out of nowhere. Ilya burst out laughing while his boyfriend stared at him in confusion.
"Oh, Shane… you are adorable." Ilya spoke up, watching the way Shane avoided his gaze, blushing in what he assumed to be embarrassment, "Oh no, don't be like that… Nothing to be ashamed." he assured him, grabbing his chin and making him look at him again. "Did you like what you watched?" Ilya asked, now with a more serious and invested expression on his face.
"I…" Shane tried looking away, but Ilya was holding his face in place, forcing him to look into his eyes while he admitted, "Some things were pretty hot. It made me imagine…" he trailed off, licking his lips as he gathered courage to say it out loud. "Made me imagine you doing things to me."
"Oh…" Was all Ilya said. He saw Shane's gaze flickering to anywhere but his own, he sensed he was about to backtrack and he couldn't let that happen because yes, he would love to do many things to Shane that he never considered a possibility before. "Like what? What do you want me to do, moy lyubov'?" Ilya asked, letting go of Shane's chin and nuzzling his shoulder as he patiently waited for the response.
"Like… bossing me around." Shane said, feeling a little more comfortable being honest now that his boyfriend's eyes were no longer on his.
"Nice try, Hollander, I already do this." Ilya said playfully, getting a laugh out of Shane.
"Fuck off, Rozy…" He said and Ilya giggled.
"I am joking, please, continue." The blond said, undoing the first few buttons of Shane's blue shirt.
"I liked the things you suggested… like tying me up." Shane's eyes fell shut when he felt Ilya kissing his pecs, "And I liked when you… when you spanked me." he didn't know why it felt so difficult to say all of that out loud, but if it got him any closer to making his fantasy a reality, he surely would be as honest as he could be.
"So you want to submit to me, da? Let me take good care of you, make you feel good and happy?" Ilya asked and heard Shane humming as a reply. He pulled away to look into his dark eyes, "Use words, Hollander."
Shane looked down, Ilya's light eyes were dark and his posture was exuding control and determination. He wanted to give himself completely, wanted Ilya to tear him apart, piece by piece, and then wanted him to put him together again. Rinse and repeat. He knew he was already ruined, no one would ever be able to fill Rozanov's shoes, nor he wanted anyone to.
Ilya was it for him. He wanted that man for forever.
"Yes, I do." Shane said clearly and Ilya nodded. He was expecting the Russian to flip him around and take him right then and there, but instead, he just felt a hand stroking his hair and a kind voice speaking to him.
"You watched movie, so you know there are rules, yes?" Ilya asked, watching Shane looking a bit confused, because yes, Shane did watch Fifty Shades of Grey, but he was more focused on Christian Grey's body than all the logistics of the relationship.
"Rules?" Shane asked and Ilya nodded. He changed their position so Shane was laying on the couch with his head on the Russian's lap.
"Yes. We need a…" Ilya paused, trying to look for the translation in his brain while still stroking Shane's hair. "A password. A word we use when we need to stop."
"A safe word." Shane explained.
"Yes, exactly. Safe word. So when something feels too much, you use safe word and I stop, okay?" Ilya explained and Shane nodded, trying to think of a word that could work. His lips curled when he found the perfect one.
"Loon." Shane said without hesitation. Ilya rolled his eyes and chuckled.
"Okay. You say 'loon' and I stop everything." Ilya assured him one more time to make sure Shane understood. Truly, the Canadian was the one in control and Ilya wanted to do nothing that would hurt the love of his life.
"Okay." Shane agreed, looking up at Ilya for a brief moment before closing his eyes, enjoying the way his boyfriend was playing with his short hair.
Ilya's hand that wasn't busy on Shane's hair moved to his torso, to finish unbuttoning his shirt. He teasingly slid it up and down his boyfriend's chest, brushing his fingers over Shane's nipples just to watch him squirm. He could see the a bulge on his shorts and felt nothing but powerful over the fact he could get that reaction out of him just by touching his chest and abs.
"Shane…" The Russian was soon reminded of his own hard cock when he felt Shane twisting his head on his lap so he could mouth at his clothed erection. "Fuck." Ilya groaned, feeling like this was the perfect opportunity for them to dip their toes into whatever the hell they were getting into.
"Do you want my cock, Hollander?" Ilya asked and Shane hummed, still busy giving attention to his boner over his pants. He grabbed Shane's face, firmly but being careful not to hurt him and forced his face away from his crotch, making him look straight up at him. "I am talking to you, you will look at me and use words. Tell me, do you want my cock?"
Shane whimpered before he could answer.
"Yes, I want your cock…" Shane finally answered, feeling like there wasn't enough oxygen in the cottage anymore.
"Then get on your knees." Ilya commanded, leaning back against the couch and undoing his pants so he could pull his hard cock out. It stood stiff against his belly, it was leaking precome and that's when it hit Shane.
Ilya craved being in charge as much as he craved giving it up.
Shane scrambled to get off the couch, barely taking a few seconds to drop to his knees between Ilya's spread legs. He reached to take his boyfriend's cock in his hands, but received a light smack on his hand in response.
"No hands." Ilya said, taking Shane's hands and placing them on his thighs instead, that way he could see them and Shane wouldn't be able to use them. He tilted his chin so he could look straight into his eyes as he gave him the next instructions. "You are going to keep hands here. If you want me to come, you will use your mouth only, then after I will decide if you deserve to come too. Yes?"
Shane's cock had never been harder, it was painful even. His dark eyes were even darker and his mouth was watering at the sight of Ilya's dick just a few inches away from him.
"Yes." Shane responded, but for Ilya, that was not enough.
"Yes…?"
"Yes, sir."
[To be continued…]