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November 2017
The Voyagers had just beaten Los Angeles 4-2. Shane reluctantly decided to go out to celebrate the win, pressured by his team and Rose’s texts begging him to go out. The bar was bustling with energy, filled with the sounds of laughter and the pulsing beat of music. At the table were J.J., Hayden, and the rest of the Voyagers crew, along with Rose and Miles, whom Shane hadn't seen since the whirlwind of events that had taken place earlier in the year.
“Come dance with me, Shane,” Rose yelled over the music, grabbing Shane's hands playfully, pulling him up from the booth. Shane hesitated, downing the rest of his beer, slamming the now-empty bottle down on the table. He sent a panicked look toward Hayden and J.J., who, much to his dismay, shooed him off. With no help from his friends, he allowed himself to be pulled onto the dance floor.
Rose and Shane dance along to the music for a while, Shane now more comfortable as the buzz from his beers finally caught up with him, before Miles joins them with another round of drinks, another beer for Shane, and a fruity cocktail for Rose. Miles situates himself behind Shane and dances with them, occasionally too close to Shane, making him move away slightly. Rose’s hand found their way into Shane's shirt, feeling the music, the other holding her drink above her head as she danced. Shane sat there swaying along to the music awkwardly, occasionally touching Rose not to raise suspicion from his teammates that they were anything more than friends, but also enough to try to mask how uncomfortable he was. He nursed his beer and danced there awkwardly for a while before he spoke up.
“I should go, Rose. We have an early flight tomorrow, we play Ottawa, I don’t wanna be too tired when I see Ilya,” Shane whispered in her ear, just loud enough to be heard, but not enough to let his secret out.
“Okay, Shane, it was good seeing you. Have fun with your man tomorrow,” she said a little too loudly, due to being drunk, and winked at him, “I love you, text me when you're back at the hotel.”
“Love you too, Rose, and I will, bye.” He said before leaving the club, not bothering to say goodbye to his teammates, and getting into the car he had ordered.
Shane got back to his hotel, texted Rose that he made it home safe, then texted Ilya his usual goodnight text despite being three hours behind and passed out.
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“Hollander,” Ilya said bitterly at their face-off.
“Rozanov,” Shane said, matching him, unsure of why Ilya had switched from his usual flirty chirps to just his name. Shane was distracted and missed the puck being dropped, allowing Ilya to win the face-off and rush towards the goal. Shane rushed after him, a little delayed.
“You good, Shane?” Hayden asked after the first period, where Ottawa scored twice, Montreal had not. Shane was consistently missing passes and overall playing below his usual level.
“Yeah, fine,” Shane said dismissively, “we’ll get them when we get back out there.”
“You sure, Shane? You dipped last night without letting us know you were leaving. Rose was the one to tell me as she and Miles left.”
“Fine,” Shane said, choosing to ignore Hayden for the rest of the break.
Shane was determined to get his head back in the game and not let Ilya’s distance affect him. “We still on for after?” Shane said as he skated up to the face-off.
“Yes,” Ilya said succinctly before losing that face-off. Shane scored on that drive, feeling reassured by Ilya’s confirmation.
Shane’s high continued the rest of the game, scoring 2 more tricks to get a hat trick, as well as an assist, winning the game 4-3.
“Good game, everyone,” Shane said to the locker room
“You coming out with us again, cap?” J.J. asked
“No, uhm, my parents want to get dinner with me,” Shane said, trying to think of a lie quickly.
“Uh-huh, dinner at 10 pm,” Hayden teased.
“Uh, yeah, nothing fancy, parents just missed me, I guess, haven’t seen me in a few weeks,” Shane stammered.
“Yeah, sure, have fun with Lily.”
“Lily?”
“Or should I say Ilya?” Hayden whispered in his ear not to let their team know.
“w-w-what?!” Shane sputtered.
“You didn’t think I'd notice you blowing off plans to go to Ottawa all the time, and suddenly not leaving the hotel in Boston anymore.”
“My parents live here, and Lily and I weren’t serious, just sex. I don’t have to hook up with someone every time,” Shane rambled.
“I don’t care, Shane, go get laid, preferably not by Rozanov, but if he makes you happy, I'm fine with it.”
“Promise you won't tell, not even Jackie?”
“Secrets safe with me,” he said, pantomiming locking a key by his lips
Shane made his rounds, talking to teammates, showering, then going to see his parents in their box before heading to Ilya’s.
“Took you long enough, Hollander,” Ilya said, sitting at the kitchen counter, nursing a glass of vodka.
“Uh, sorry,” Shane said, still confused by Ilya’s tone, walking over to kiss him.
“Bedroom,” Ilya commanded before Shane reached him, “Clothes off, on the bed by the time I get there.”
Shane followed his instructions, with no thought. He made his way upstairs to Ilya’s room, stripped, folded his clothes meticulously, setting them down on the dresser, and sat on the bed. He waited for what felt like forever.
Ilya said nothing when he got up to his room, opting instead to go straight to his nightstand, set down his two-finger glass of vodka, and rifled through the drawer of toys. He walked back over with silk ties and a plethora of toys. He sat them down on the bed next to Shane before removing his clothes.
“What’s all that for?”
“You’ve been a bad boy.”
“I’ve been bad?” Shane said exasperated
“Yes, letting the whole world think you're back with gorgeous actress Rose Landry, letting her touch you how I should be touching you, and Miles too.”
“Ilya, Rose is just my friend, I'm gay, wait, how did you know I saw Rose yesterday?”
“All over news, TMZ, Page Six, all the gossip blogs, the whole world thinks you're hers.”
“Ilya, you know that’s not true.”
“Do I? I need to let you know who you belong to. Lay down.”
Shane obeyed, lying back, putting his hands together eagerly. He loved it when Ilya got possessive.
“Ah, now you are being a good boy for me,” Ilya said, tying his wrists together, then to the headboard. He moved down, lubing up the cock ring, putting it on Shane, then grabbed his phone and turned it on the lowest setting.
“ahhh fuck feels so good, Ilya,” Shane moaned
“No, Ilya, only sir.”
Ilya peppered kisses down Shane’s torso, selfishly leaving a hickey slightly past the line where his underwear would sit, secretly hoping one of his teammates would notice. Ilya kissed the tip of Shane's cock, before grabbing the lube again and slicking up his fingers. He danced around Shane's hole, applying tantalizing pressure.
Ilya pressed one finger in, immediately setting a quick pace
“Fuck, ah, more, please, sir,” Shane whined
Ilya pressed a second finger in, not slowing his pace, scissoring him open. When Shane was open enough, he reached over and grabbed the plug he had gotten out and slicked it up before inserting it.
“What are you doing?”
“You didn’t think I was going to fuck you after the stunt you pulled, I want you to show off for me, Hollander,” Ilya said, dragging a chair to the center of the room. He grabbed his vodka and his phone and sat down.
“Safe word is red, dorogoy,” he said before adjusting the setting on the ring.
Ilya nursed his vodka as he watched Shane writhe on the bed, overwhelmed with sensation, slowly reaching his breaking point.
“Fuck Shane, you look so pretty like that, so desperate to come, come for me, malysh,” Ilya said in an endearing tone.
Shane came, shooting ribbons all over his chest. “Fuck sir, please, need you, please.”
Ilya continued stroking himself lazily, not giving in to Shane’s request, watching him squirm from the overstimulation, quickly getting hard again. Ilya watched him straining and whimpering for a few more minutes before giving in. Downing the rest of his vodka, he got out of his chair and crawled across the bed, finding his head in Shane’s crotch. He took Shane in his mouth, desperate to touch him, and bobbed his head quickly. Shane thrust his hips to meet Ilya, only to be pinned back down firmly, hard enough to leave marks.
“Fuck, I‘m close,” Shane moaned. Ilya pulled off and turned the ring off simultaneously.
“What are you doing, sir?”
“Want you to come on my cock,” Ilya said, taking the plug out, slicking up his cock.
Ilya lined himself up with Shane's hole, quickly thrusting in, not waiting for Shane to adjust, turning the ring back on to its lowest setting.
“Fuck, love the way you look taking my cock, take it in so well for me, moya lyubov.”
“Love taking your cock, sir. Fill me up so good.” Shane whined, “Fuck close again.”
“Come for me, Shane, love the way you feel coming on my cock, love the way the ring is making you feel.
“Fuck Ilya,” Shane screamed as he came. Ilya continued thrusting into him, chasing his own orgasm, following quickly behind him, collapsing onto Shane.
“Fuck Ilya, the ring, it’s too much.”
“Shit, sorry, dorogoy,” he said before turning it off.
Shane and Ilya fell into a lazy make-out. It had been the first time they had kissed all evening, and they lay tangled in each other's arms before Ilya pulled away and tapped Shane on the shoulder. “We have to shower, moya lyubov.”
Ilya got out of bed, walking to the bathroom to warm up the shower, before coming back to bed. He picked Shane up bridal style and carried him to the bathroom. They showered together, washing each other lovingly, stealing kisses and glances. When they were done in the shower, Ilya quickly got dressed and grabbed a fresh set of linens to remake the bed so they could sleep.
“Not too much tonight?” Ilya questioned as they lay in each other's arms, drifting off to sleep.
“Nothing’s ever too much,” Shane said, giving Ilya a tender kiss before settling into the crook of Ilya’s neck and falling asleep.