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September

Ilya is stretching for practice when he sees him. A very cute boy with black hair, dressed in a red Harvard sweatshirt with khakis and Reeboks on his feet. He’s walking up the tunnel with Coach Wiebe, holding a giant stack of cones that will be used for their drills today. He’s got a flush on the apples of his cheeks. He’s not sure if it’s from the cold of the rink or something else, but he might be the most beautiful boy Ilya has ever seen.

He looks around for one of his teammates who isn’t currently doing something when he sees Troy skating over to him. “Barrett. Who is that talking to Wiebe?”

Troy looks over to catch a glimpse. He lets out a little sound of acknowledgement. “Oh, that’s Shane Hollander. Surprised you haven’t met him yet. He’s best friends with Pike, and I heard he’s the new equipment manager.”

Ilya resists rolling his eyes. No wonder he doesn’t know him – he’s Hayden Pike’s best friend. Hayden is a fine player, he’s a winger on the 2^nd line, but Ilya finds him annoying. He never shuts up about his frankly more interesting girlfriend Jackie and he’s a bit of an airhead sometimes. So, no, Ilya would not hang out with the people he hangs out with. Still, Shane might be worth it.

“No, I have not met him yet. Do you know him?”

Troy shrugs, as he starts stretching too. “Only a little. He keeps to himself mostly. Honestly, you’d be better off asking Harris. They’re both communications majors. Harris really likes him. I think they’ve done a bunch of group projects together.”

That was a more glowing review in Ilya’s opinion. Harris admittedly likes most people, but if you’re willing to do multiple group projects with someone, a thing everyone hates, then he can’t be too bad.

Ilya mutters thanks in Troy’s direction as he stands. He skates his way over to Wiebe and Shane who are still chatting. He stops at the boards, clearing his throat to get their attention. They look over at him. Wiebe giving him a grin, while Shane’s eyes get a little wide. Up close, Ilya can see that Shane has freckles adorning his cheeks, highlighted by the flush on his face. He’s even cuter up close. “Rozanov. Good to see you, kid. You ready to lead us to a National Title this year?”

Ilya gives a fake salute to his coach. “Yes. I think we will do it this year.” He turns to Shane now. “I do not think we have met. I am Ilya.”

Ilya takes off one of his gloves before he sticks his hand out before realizing Shane’s hands are full. He pulls his hand back, feeling stupid. Shane offers a small smile. “I’m Shane, the new equipment manager. It’s nice to meet you. I’m, um, a big fan.”

Ilya tries not to push his chest out in pride. Best friends with Hayden Pike, who undoubtedly has complained about Ilya, and is still a big fan of his. “Oh? Are you a hockey fan?”

Shane nods. “I used to play. I was on track to either declare my intention to enter the draft or play D-1 collegiate hockey. I could’ve been on this team with you if I didn’t suffer a horrible knee blowout in grade 11 of high school.”

Ilya cocks his head to the side. “Why didn’t you join the team as the equipment manager before this year? Are you a junior?”

Shane flushes slightly. Ilya wants to sink his teeth into the round swell of his cheek. “Yeah, I’m a third year. I guess it bummed me out too much. To be this close and not be able to be out there on the ice. But Hayden, and Wiebe, talked some sense into me.”

Wiebe claps him on the back. “We’re happy to have you here, Hollander. Roz, go round up the troops, will you? It’s time to start practice.”

Ilya nods before turning his attention back to Shane. “It was nice meeting you. We will be seeing each other a lot from now on, yes?”

Shane nods, looking a little dazed. “Yeah, uh, yeah I’ll be at all the practices and games.”

Ilya winks at him as he skates away. “See you around, Shane Hollander.”

He doesn’t look back to see Shane’s reaction, but he imagines he’s blushing. He yells out to bring the boys to center ice, as Wiebe and their other assistant coaches join them. As Wiebe talks about the upcoming season, he can see Shane in his periphery settings up cones and bringing in more equipment for them. He’s meticulous and efficient and Ilya wants to climb him like a tree every time he sees Shane bend over.

They finally break off into groups to do drills when he gets approached by Hayden. “Why were you talking to Shane?”

Ilya rolls his eyes. “Troy told me he is the new equipment manager. Am I supposed to be a bad captain and not talk to him?”

Hayden rolls his eyes back. “Whatever. Just don’t be mean to him alright. He’s my best friend, and it took me a while to convince him to do this.”

Ilya fake gasps. “Me? I am never mean to people unless they deserve it.”

Hayden scoffs. “Whatever, Rozanov. Don’t be a dick.”

Hayden skates off then, joining his designated group. Ilya looks back over at Shane, who’s now sitting on the bench with one of their physical therapists. Ilya waves at him. Shane perks up, waving back at Ilya. This year just got a whole lot more interesting.

If all works out, by the end of this year, Ilya will have finally won the National Championship, and maybe he’ll get the chance to date a cute boy. But first, some research has to be done.

-

He needs to seek out Harris Drover. Harris always gets coffee on Thursday mornings at the local café, so he can get work done. The only reason he knows this is because before Troy asked him out last year, he would always ditch Ilya on Thursday mornings to bother Harris while he was working. There’s a good likelihood Troy will still be there bothering him, but at least they’re boyfriends now.

As he opens the door to the café, he spots Harris and Troy in the corner; Harris looking like he’s actually getting work done, Troy just scrolling on his phone. Ilya beelines for them.

“Harris.”

They look up, both looking confused, albeit Harris looks more pleasantly surprised than outright flabbergasted like Troy. “Ilya! What are you doing here?”

Ilya pulls a chair over, dumping his bag on the ground. “Tell me about Shane Hollander.”

Harris’ surprise turns into genuine befuddlement then, while Troy lets out an incredulous laugh. “I knew you weren’t asking about him to be nice. You think he’s hot.”

Harris lets out a gasp. “Oh! You met Shane this week! Troy told me he started this week. He texted me this summer to tell me he was finally going to do it, but we haven’t seen each other since practice started. We only have one class together this semester and it’s on Thursday nights. I was going to ask him about how it went.” He flashes a smile at Ilya. “So, you think Shane is hot!”

Ilya shakes his head. “No. I mean, yes of course. But really, I think he is the most beautiful person I have ever seen.”

Harris coos, while Troy laughs again. “It’s always go big or go home with you. Ask him out.”

Harris nods, gesturing at his boyfriend. “Yes! You should ask him out. He came out as gay last year, and he hasn’t dated anyone. Well, besides a couple of first dates here and there. But he’s such a nice guy. Definitely a little shy at first, but he’s so funny once you get to know him. And super competitive too. I invited him to game night, and I was a little scared honestly. He’s kind of perfect for you, Ilya.”

Ilya smiles. That eases some of the anxiety in his chest. He has a pretty good gaydar (he clocked Troy before he even came out to him), but it’s always a little nerve-wracking pursuing men. He had thought some of Shane’s nervous energy had to do with him and he feels confident now that he was right.

“Do you know what he does for fun?”

Harris lets out a small laugh. “He’s pretty regimented. He goes to classes, he works out, he does his homework. Now, he’ll do the equipment manager stuff. But other than that, he mostly just hangs out with his friends at his apartment.”

Ilya frowns. Well, that’s not much to work with. “How did he meet Pike if he doesn’t go out much?”

Troy chimes in. “They were roommates freshmen and sophomore year in the dorms. I think Shane lives with his friend Rose now off campus.”

Harris nods. “Yeah, he lives with Rose Landry, if you know her.”

He does know her. She’s in the same acting program at Svetlana. Yet another person where he was only a degree of separation away from Shane. He would wonder how he hadn’t met him yet, but it’s clear he doesn’t go out much. “Yes. Well, sort of. Sveta knows her.”

Harris smiles. “How is Svetlana? I haven’t seen her at the hockey house yet. I miss doing shots with her.”

Ilya nods. “Good, she is busy with an internship this semester, but I will bring her to next party, okay? If you bring Shane.”

Troy laughs, while Harris’ face scrunches up. “Ilya, he rarely goes to parties, I’m serious. I think he told me he’s been to like four the entire time he’s been at college. One a semester. Just ask him out at practice.”

Ilya shakes his head. “I think I should get to know him outside of chatting at practice. So, invite him to a party, and this can be his one party for the semester. I do not want to be stalker and try to find him on campus.”

Troy lifts an eyebrow. “Even though that’s what you did to me and Harris this morning?”

Ilya waves him off. “You are my friends; it does not count.”

Harris looks at him pensively. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this enamored with someone before. Ilya, you better be serious about wanting to date him. You can’t make Shane like you and then dump him. Because I will get so mad at you. He hardly dates, and he’s not one for hook-ups.”

Ilya shakes his head. “I do not want to just hook-up. I want to go out on a date with him. And if I am lucky, he will want to be in a relationship with me.”

It was true. Ilya had only gotten the chance to talk to him a couple of times at practice this week, but Shane fascinated him. They mostly talked about hockey, and Shane had known more than a lot of the guys on his team. He was clearly passionate about the sport. Plus, Ilya had teased him gently a few times, and Shane had flushed the prettiest color. He wanted to keep seeing that; hopefully, in a private setting.

Troy let out a low whistle. “Wow. Roz in a relationship. Something I never thought I would see. All the girls and boys on campus are going to be disappointed.”

Ilya rolls his eyes. “They can be disappointed all they want. I do not care. So, you will help me then?”

Harris smiles a big toothy grin then. “Alright, I’ll help. Listen, I know it’s still a month away, but maybe I could invite him to the Halloween party? A themed party might be harder for him to turn down. In the meantime, just keep talking to him at practice, so he feels comfortable around you. I’ll mention it to Jackie to invite him to the Halloween party too.”

Ilya forgot Hayden’s girlfriend was also a communications major. This would be perfect. “Yes, okay. That is fine. I will build my friendship with him in the meantime.”

Harris turns, grinning at his boyfriend. “Ilya with a boyfriend! And it’ll be Shane! I can’t wait to double date.”

Ilya couldn’t wait too.

-

October

The season had officially started, and the Harvard Men’s Hockey team had started off strong. They were 3-0 and about to head out for their first travel weekend. They would be driving to Clarkson University in far upstate New York on Friday, spending the night, before driving to the University of Vermont the next day for another game.

Ilya normally liked away weekends. It was fun to get outside of Boston, plus he liked traveling with the boys. Sure, he lived with a number of them in the hockey house, but there’s something fun about having a giant sleepover with some of your best friends. This time though, Ilya was thrilled for the away weekend. Shane was coming.

In the weeks since he spoke to Harris and Troy, Ilya has made sure to have at least one conversation with Shane at practice a day. They had finally moved the topic away from hockey, and Ilya was learning so many things about Shane. He learned where he grew up (Ottawa), things he liked to do for fun (kayaking, hiking, reading), that he had no interest in music (Ilya laughed so hard when Shane thought Cardi B was a man), he curses like a sailor (the first few times he cursed, he looked sheepish before he realized Ilya didn’t care) and that he is insanely competitive. Harris wasn’t joking when he said that.

Ilya had made a bet with him about picking up cones, and they divided the rink in half. Shane had gotten this glint in his eyes before they started. And when Shane picked up the last cone about two seconds before Ilya, he had turned, grin big on his face, and told Ilya to “Suck it, fucker!” Ilya almost proposed marriage right then and there.

The truth about Shane that surprised him is that he was a little boring. He stuck to his routines, and he did not like deviating from them. When Ilya tried suggesting that he join the team for dinner one day, he looked like a deer caught in headlights. He politely declined, saying he needed to get back to his apartment to do his homework. Ilya was a little bummed but cheered up when Shane clarified it wasn’t a knock on them. He just didn’t like most of the food at the student center, and he already had meal prepped for the week. The cute smile Ilya got when he said maybe they could do coffee instead some time made up for it.

Now, they were on the bus to Clarkson. Most of the boys were sleeping, trying to rest before the game. Others were playing on their Nintendo Switches or watching movies together. Ilya, however, was on a mission. He stood up and made his way to the front of the bus where Shane was sitting. He had a row to himself, where he was reading what looked to be a textbook.

“Shane.”

Shane looked up. He smiled brightly. “Hi Ilya.”

Ilya gestured at the seat next to him, Shane quickly moving some of his stuff to make room. Ilya sits down after he’s done clearing it away. “Why are you not sitting in the back with Pike?”

Shane laughs awkwardly. “Oh, well he always sits with JJ. Plus, I’m not really a member of the team. Thought I would sit with the coaches and trainers instead.”

Ilya shakes his head. “You are a member of this team, Shane. Everyone values your opinion.”

Ilya wasn’t even saying this to be nice; it was true. The whole team quickly realized how knowledgeable Shane was when it came to hockey. He’s seen Shane giving pointers to his teammates on how to execute shots better, how to tape their sticks better, even giving suggestions to Coach Wiebe. No wonder Coach wanted him to join the team.

Not only did they like him for his hockey knowledge, but the boys have taken him under their wing. Wyatt likes to give Shane weekly comic recommendations. Bood gives Shane cooking tips. Dykstra has tried (and failed) to suggest music to Shane. And their freshman Luca is always showing Shane his sketches. It’s quite adorable.

Shane flushes. “I mean, I know they like me. I’m not that fucking oblivious. I just don’t want to overstep.”

Ilya gives him a look. “Barrett told me you two played in the same league as juniors. And you were not this shy back then. I heard you were a force on the ice.”

Shane turns even redder if possible. “I mean, yes. Once upon a time, I was the captain of my hockey team. And I was damn good at it. I always felt more confident on the ice. But clearly, I am not on the ice right now.”

Ilya cocks his head. “You are too hard on yourself, sometimes. I am the captain, and I say you are a member of this team. I think if I asked Bood, the assistant captain, he would say the same thing. And you cannot go against your captains.”

Shane gives Ilya a shy smile. “Alright. Fine. I’m a member of this team. But there’s still no room back there, so I’ll just keep sitting here if you don’t mind.”

Ilya smirks at him. “As long as you are okay with me sitting here. I am sitting with Hazy, and he’s being obnoxious about Mario Kart right now.”

Shane’s smile grows. “So, you lost and you’re being a sore loser?”

Ilya gapes at him. “How dare you? Russians do not lose.”

Shane laughs, real and genuine. “I don’t think that’s true, but sure, you can escape from Wyatt up here with me. I do need to read this passage though, if you’re okay with that.”

Ilya shrugs. “Sure, I will watch Bourne movie. I downloaded all of them.”

Shane lets out another little chuckle. “Doesn’t surprise me you’re an action movie guy.”

Ilya raises an eyebrow. “You are not?”

Shane shrugs, turning back to his book. “Sometimes. But my favorite movie is Return of the King.” Ilya’s eyebrows furrow. Shane looks back up at him. “You do know what Return of the King is, right?”

It’s Ilya’s turn to look sheepish. The truth was no; he didn’t know what Return of the King was. He really only watches action movies. Maybe it’s because they helped him with his English or maybe he just likes the fun action sequences. Either way, he hasn’t seen that many non-action movies, outside of the occasional animated film. “Sorry, no.”

Shane gapes at him, his surprise apparent. “What the fuck? How have you never seen Lord of the Rings?”

Ilya shrugs. Now that Shane said Lord of the Rings, it rings a bell, but he knows he hasn’t seen it. “Wasn’t a big fantasy person I guess.”

Shane closes his book, which thrills Ilya. “That is unacceptable. Everyone has to watch Lord of the Rings at least once.” Shane reaches out, grabbing Ilya’s arm. Ilya tries not to let his excitement show that they’re touching. “I’ll show them to you. I’ve been wanting to do a rewatch.”

Ilya tries to resist kicking his feet out of giddiness. “Those movies are long, yes? When will we have time to watch them?”

Shane slumps back into his chair, hand dropping from Ilya’s arm. He resists reaching out to hold his hand. “You’re right. And with midterms picking up.” Shane pouts, looking upset.

Ilya can’t have that. “What about Thanksgiving break? Do you go home to Canada then?”

Shane looks up at him. He shakes his head. “No, Canadian Thanksgiving was last weekend. So, I usually stay on campus during American Thanksgiving and get ahead for finals.”

Ilya gestures. “I also do not go home.” Although Ilya doesn’t go home because his brother sucks and his parents are dead. “Let’s watch then.”

Shane smiles. “Okay, sure. I’m normally one of the only people on campus. It’ll be nice to have a friend then. I can’t wait to show them to you.”

“I can’t wait to watch them.”

Shane reopens his textbook, shooting Ilya one last smile before he goes back to reading. The with you goes unspoken in Ilya’s response.

-

Ilya is fixing his hair for the nth time when he hears Bood laughing behind him.

“You don’t have to work so hard to impress Hollander. He already likes you.”

Ilya whips around to see Bood leaning against the bathroom doorframe, dressed as a pirate. He hadn’t told anyone besides Harris and Troy he was pursuing Shane. “Who says I am making myself look presentable for him? There will be lots of hot men and women tonight at our Halloween party.”

Bood stands up. “Roz, you’re not fooling anyone. We all know you like him. You spend every free second at practice with him. It’s cool, we all want it to happen.”

Ilya sighs, pushing his way past Bood. “Oh, so you all are talking behind my back now?”

Bood trails behind them as they head down to the first floor. “Don’t be dramatic, asshole. We love Hollander. We love you. If you need a wingman tonight, you know I got your back.”

Ilya turns around, offering a smile this time. “I am joking of course. Thank you. Hopefully, I will not need a wingman.”

Bood grins, clapping him on the shoulder. It jostles the armor Ilya is wearing, who went as a gladiator for Halloween. He looks good. And he hopes Shane thinks so as well. “My man. Alright, I think some of the partners are coming first, but guests should be arriving soon!”

True to Bood’s word, Cassie, Lisa, Harris, and Caitlin all arrive first. It causes a pang in Ilya’s chest when he realizes he’s the only one in the house without a partner. Before this year, he had never minded being single. He likes casual sex; it’s funny, it’s flirty, it doesn’t tie him down. But after a while, it became his way of running away from a connection. He takes a deep breath and reminds himself that it could possibly change tonight.

Eventually, the Halloween party is in full swing. Svetlana, true to her word, shows up. Harris makes a beeline for her, dragging her to take shots in the kitchen. He sees all of his teammates and their friends arriving, mostly everyone dressed up in costumes. He spots a few people not participating, but he finds he can’t bring himself to care. Normally, he would be working the door, but tonight, he requested to be inside so he can hang out with Shane.

He spots Hayden and Jackie showing up, and Ilya’s heart begins to race. They walk in dressed as Gomez and Morticia and there is no Shane behind them. He feels his stomach sink. He thought for sure Shane would be with them. He sees them head to where the jungle juice is, deciding to follow them.

“Pike.”

Hayden and Jackie look up at him. Jackie gives him a hug when she realizes it’s him. Hayden just scowls at him. “Rozanov. Can I help you?”

Ilya grits his teeth. He lets out a breath. “Is Shane coming?”

A look of realization dawns on Hayden. “Oh, shit. He didn’t text you? He came down with a nasty bug overnight. 101 fever and everything.”

Ilya realizes he left his phone upstairs since he has no pockets for it with his costume. He turns on his heel, not even sparing them a goodbye. He takes the stairs two steps at a time, escaping to his room. He grabs his phone off of his bed. He sees he has a number of texts but skips to the one from Shane.

Shane (Future Boyfriend)

8:34pm

I won’t be able to make it tonight :(

Picture of Shane’s thermometer showing 101.2 fever

I caught some nasty bug on campus…

I was really looking forward to seeing your costume

And I wanted to show you mine

It was going to be a precursor to our LOTR marathon!!

I think you would really like it

8:40pm

Sorry for all the texts haha

I hope you have a good night :)

Fuck this shit. Ilya quickly strips out of his costume, throwing on sweatpants and a sweatshirt. He’s pulling on his sneakers when he hears a knock on his door. Troy pops his head in. “Yo, where did you go? Beer pong tournament is starting.”

Ilya shakes his head, grabbing his wallet and keys. “I am leaving.”

Troy balks. “Dude, what? Where are you going?”

Ilya heads towards the door, Troy opening it all the way. “Shane is sick. I am going to see him.” Ilya lightly pushes Troy out of the way, so he can lock his bedroom door. He looks up at Troy, who’s smirking at him. “What?”

Troy shakes his head, laughing a little bit. “Nothing. It’s nice to see you like this. Have fun with your boy.”

He grabs Troy’s arm. “Wait, what should I bring him? I have never had to take care of someone who is sick.”

Troy wraps his arm around Ilya, leading him to the stairs. “Bring him some ice pops, some soup, and some ice packs, stuff like that. I’m sure that boy has enough medicine. He’ll appreciate the gesture no matter what you bring.”

Which is how Ilya finds himself sitting in his car in the grocery store parking lot at 11:15pm, two bags full of popsicles and some chicken ramen cups, with a surprise in the trunk. He realizes, belatedly, he has no idea where Shane lives. He hesitates for a second before calling him. It rings four times, enough for Ilya to realize Shane might be asleep when Shane picks up. He sounds congested and tired. “Ilya?”

Ilya lets out a breath. “Shane. I am sorry, I realized you might be sleeping. I hope I didn’t wake you.”

Shane makes a little noise on the other end. It’s so cute, Ilya’s heart wants to burst. “I was asleep cough, but it’s okay. I didn’t mean to fall asleep, and I still need to take some medicine. Is everything alright?”

Ilya nods before realizing Shane can’t see him. “Yes, I have things I want to bring you. Where do you live?”

It’s silent for a couple of seconds, making Ilya pull the phone back to make sure the call didn’t drop. When he puts the phone back to his ear, he hears Shane say, “You left the party?”

Ilya blushes in the quiet of his car. “You said you were sick. I didn’t want you to spend Halloween alone.”

Ilya hears Shane swallow. “Oh. That’s. Wow, you didn’t have to do that cough, Ilya. I’m cough fine.”

Ilya rolls his eyes. “You do not sound fine. Text me your address.”

Shane coughs again and sniffles. “Okay. Um, see you soon.”

They hang up and Ilya gets Shane’s text. It’s about 10 minutes away, and Ilya realizes with a jolt, not too far from his house. He pulls up the apartment complex, finding a spot on the street easily. He sees Shane texted him the code for the building and his apartment number.

He quickly heads up the elevator to Shane’s apartment before knocking on his door. He shuffles on his feet awkwardly while he hears the scuttle of feet coming to the door. The door cracks up and there stands Shane, bundled in sweats and wrapped in a blanket. His cute nose is red, and his cheeks are flushed from the fever. His eyes are a little droopy from being tired and a loose strand of hair curls onto his forehead. He looks adorable.

Shane opens the door all the way. Ilya takes his shoes off, taking a look around. It’s a fairly small apartment. To his immediate left when he walks in is the kitchen with a bar top where it looks like he and his roommate eat. In front of him is a living room with a small green couch with lots of colorful pillows. There’s a matching chair to go with it that frames a coffee table. A tv stand containing the television and lots of movies sits in front of it. There are plants in the corner of the room, and a standing lamp illuminates the room. Ilya can see there’s three doors off of the living room. He guesses two of them are bedrooms and one is a bathroom. It’s cozy.

He turns to Shane, who’s still bundled up. He looks dazed. Ilya hopes it’s from the surprise of him being here and not from fever delirium. “It is cute in here.”

Shane clears his throat. His voice is still a little raspy when he speaks. “Thanks. It’s mostly Rose’s doing. She’s my roommate. And gay! Like me.” Shane scrunches his face up in embarrassment. Ilya wants to eat him.

Ilya chuckles lightly. “Yes. I know Rose Landry. She knows Svetlana.”

He had been hearing a lot more about Rose this year from Svetlana. Ilya thinks he understands why now.

Shane shuffles closer. “What did you bring? I already have a stockpile of medicine.”

Ilya smiles, placing the bag on the kitchen counter. “I thought you might. I brought some popsicles to help with sore throat and some ramen soup containers. Oh, I should run back downstairs. I got you ginger ale too.”

Shane smiles softly. “You got me ginger ale?”

Ilya nods. “I know you like it, and I know it helps with upset stomach. A win, win scenario, yes?”

Shane nods back at him. “I was actually about to run out of ginger ale. You saved me from having to go to the corner store. Thank you, Ilya. You didn’t have to do this. I know you guys always throw a great Halloween party.”

Ilya shrugs. “I have been before and there will be another next year. No one should spend Halloween alone.”

Shane looks touched. He coughs a little bit before saying. “I usually do. I’m not a big party person. And the thought of dressing up to go to a house party where I don’t know that many people makes me anxious. But I finally know the hockey team now. I was really looking forward to it.”

Ilya reaches out and taps him on the nose. “If you had joined the team as equipment manager two years ago, you could have met everyone sooner.”

Shane’s face scrunches into his embarrassed kitten face. “I know. I am kind of regretting not joining sooner. Cough but I think I wasn’t in the headspace yet to join.” Ilya nods. He gets it. He doesn’t know what he would’ve done if he had a career ending injury. He might still be stuck in Russia. He looks into Shane’s eyes. “I’m glad I’m here now though.”

Ilya smiles softly. “Yes, me too.”

Ilya runs back downstairs to get the ginger ale, and when he returns, Shane is cuddled up on the couch. He smiles at Ilya when he comes back in. Ilya can see he has a water on the coffee table, and guesses Shane took some medicine. He grabs a glass and fills it with ice before bringing over the cup and an unopened can of ginger ale. Shane happily accepts it from Ilya.

Ilya sits on the couch. It’s not large, but he tries not to crowd Shane. He desperately wishes he could lay down with Shane on top of him, but he gives him his space. “So, are you watching anything?”

Shane shakes his head, taking a sip of the now poured ginger ale. “I think I fell asleep to whatever was on cable. But would you want to watch When Harry Met Sally with me? It’s one of my comfort movies.”

Ilya nods. He hasn’t seen it, but Shane could suggest watching paint dry and he would agree to it. Shane smiles again before pulling it up on his television. He snuggles back into the couch, sniffling a little bit.

They mostly sit in silence as the movie plays, Shane occasionally chiming in with trivia facts he knows about the movie. About maybe forty-five minutes into the movie, he can see Shane starting to doze. Ilya scoots closer to him, resting a hand on his arm. “Shane, I think you should go to sleep.”

Shane whines softly. “No, no I’m fine. I don’t want to be rude. You came all the way out here.”

Ilya chuckles. “My house is not far from here. It’s okay, you are sick. We can finish the movie another time, yes? What are you doing this week?”

Shane blinks at him, sleep already in his eyes. “Oh. I usually just do my homework after practices, but maybe you can come over one night, and we can work together and then finish the movie.”

Ilya smiles. “How does Wednesday sound? No game, and it should give you enough time to get over this cold.”

Shane nods slowly, drowsiness taking him. “That sounds good.”

Ilya hooks his head around Shane’s elbow. “Come on, let me take you to bed.”

He hears Shane mumble something, but it’s too low for him to hear as he helps Shane off the couch. They slowly make their way to Shane’s room. It’s minimally decorated, but the cutest thing of all is a plush penguin on Shane’s bed. He gets Shane into his bed, who’s already dozing off. Ilya leans down, kissing his forehead briefly. “Goodnight, Shane.”

As he’s leaving, he thinks he hears a “Goodnight, Ilya,” in the background.

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November

Ilya is sitting on Shane’s couch when he hears Rose clear her throat. He looks up to see her standing over him. He raises his eyebrows. “Yes?”

Rose shoots him a look. “When are you going to ask him out?”

The two of them are alone in the apartment. Shane ran downstairs to get the Thai food they ordered. It’s a Friday night, and they have a game tomorrow afternoon. The boys usually have 24 hours of dry rule before a game, meaning no drinking. Most people break it since they’ll have a beer or two with their dinner, but Ilya has always been fine with that, so long as they aren’t out partying. Hell, he might have done the same thing.

But instead, he’s in Shane Hollander’s apartment, drinking a cola instead. Since Halloween, Ilya has spent most nights here doing homework and watching movies with Shane. Shane told him after his injury, he had a long recovery in his bed, and he spent most of that watching movies. So, now he’s making it his life mission to show Ilya all of those movies.

Ilya studies Rose before looking back down at his laptop where he’s editing one of his Russian Lit papers. “Next week.”

He looks back up at her, and she looks pleased. “You’re going to ask him over Thanksgiving break.” It’s not a question.

Ilya nods. “Yes. He is showing me his favorite movie. I want to watch it with him as a date. I’m going to ask him on Wednesday when mostly everyone is gone.”

Rose breaks into a big smile. “Finally. I thought I was going to have to give you a big talking to here. Svetlana said you were smarter than you looked.”

Ilya lets out an offended “Hey!” when Shane comes back in. Shane laughs. “What did Ilya do?”

Ilya scoffs. “Why must I have done something?”

Shane smiles at him. “Call it intuition.”

Ilya stays put on the couch, while Rose winks at him before going to help Shane with the takeout. It feels nice that seemingly everyone wants them to date. The boys have been hounding him now for weeks, and Harris also gave him a stern talking to yesterday when he got coffee with him. He’s admittedly nervous. All his previous flings came from a place of sexual chemistry. They hooked up first and then dated briefly.

It’s not like that at all with Shane. Sure, Ilya wants to push him down face first into the mattress and fuck him senseless, he’s not blind, but he genuinely enjoys all of his time with Shane. He’s never had this immediate connection with anyone outside of Svetlana.

He’s maybe waited a little longer than absolutely necessary, but he didn’t want to spook Shane. He wants him to know the reason he’s asking him out is because they’ve become best friends and he thinks they could be even better together.

Shane brings over Ilya’s curry on a tv tray, smiling at him before he goes to get his own food. He’s so sweet, Ilya doesn’t know if he can wait until Wednesday. Tonight might be the day.

As they sit around and laugh at Hot Rod, he watches Shane as he curls into his seat, grin on his face as he watches one of his favorite comedies. Yeah, he’s going to do it tonight. He can’t wait any longer to call this boy his.

Later, Ilya is getting ready to go home when he asks Shane to walk down with him. Shane looks adorably confused but agrees, shuffling into his bedroom to get shoes. Rose whispers to him, “Are you doing it now?”

Ilya nods and she fist bumps the air. Ilya rolls his eyes and whispers back, “Now, you should ask out Sveta.”

Rose looks properly admonished when Shane comes back into the living room, shoes on and toque on his head. They walk in silence, Ilya’s nerves building. They finally come to stand in front of Ilya’s car when Shane says, “So, why did you want me to come out here? Do you have something for me?”

Ilya shakes his head, which causes the furrow in Shane’s brow to grow. “I wanted to ask you something, and I wanted to be alone for it.”

Shane’s expression turns into one of surprise. “Oh.”

Ilya takes a deep breath. “Shane. I like you. I want to take you on a date next weekend. Maybe dinner before our Lord of the Rings marathon begins.”

Shane’s jaw drops. “Holy shit.”

Ilya doesn’t like the sound of that. Maybe he really did misread all of their interactions. He’s going to kill Troy later. He tries backtracking. “I just mean…”

Before he can finish his thought, Shane blurts out, “Yes! Sorry. Fuck. Sorry, I wasn’t expecting you to ask me out.”

Ilya laughs, relaxing, reaching out a hand to stroke Shane’s cheeks. His eyes flutter and he lets out a breath Ilya can see from the cold. “Boring Canadians and their constant apologizing.”

Shane laughs back. “Fucker. I almost said sorry again.” They stare into each other’s eyes, smiling stupidly. “Oh, I like you too, by the way. I realized I didn’t say it back.”

Ilya chuckles. “Yes, I figured since you said yes to the date. But is always nice to hear.”

Shane flushes. “Um, so you want to get dinner what day?”

Ilya hums. “We are starting our marathon on Thursday evening. Maybe we can get dinner then.”

Shane laughs. “Did you forget it’s Thanksgiving? They won’t have reservations anywhere.”

Ilya smiles sheepishly. “Well, I may have made a reservation at the beginning of the month. Just to be safe.”

Shane’s smile grows. “Really? Why didn’t you ask me out then?”

Ilya shrugs, thumb still stroking Shane’s cheek. “I was nervous. But also, I did not want you to think this is something I am taking lightly. I like you a lot.”

Shane’s eyes get a little watery. Ilya drinks in how expressive and happy he looks right now. “You’re a softie, Rozanov.”

Ilya dramatically sighs. “Ah, now you know my secret, kotenok.”

Shane shakes his head. “No, I think everyone who knows you knows that to be true. What did you call me?”

Ilya leans in a little, pleased when he sees Shane leaning in as well. “Kitten. You look like a kitten.”

Shane grins. “Shut up.”

Ilya nods. “Is true, you do.”

Shane tilts his head. “Maybe you could teach me Russian one day.”

Ilya leans in even further, his eyes glancing down at Shane’s lips. He can see Shane doing the same thing. “Okay, but only the useful phrases. Like potseluy menya.”

Shane’s eyes start to flutter close. He breaths out, “What does that mean?”

In lieu of answering, Ilya closes the distance and finally kisses him. Shane hums, pressing up into Ilya. Ilya licks his tongue over Shane’s lips, opening his mouth. The hand on his cheek presses on the hinge of his jaw slightly to open him further. Shane moans softly, obediently following Ilya’s orders. Ilya can taste the spice from his Pad Thai and the remnants of the ginger ale still on his tongue.

Shane’s hands have found their way into Ilya’s hair and are tugging at his curls, desperately trying to get Ilya closer to him. Ilya hums, sucking on Shane’s tongue. Shane whines loudly into the kiss, and that’s what breaks Ilya out of his stupor. He could stand here all-day kissing Shane.

He breaks the kiss, Shane chasing after his lips. He leans down, pecking him quickly. “Later. I should go home now.”

Shane pouts but nods. “You’re right. I have to be there earlier than you guys do. It’s just…” He bites his lips. “Wow, right?”

Ilya can’t stop himself. He kisses Shane softly on the cheek. “Yes. Wow. We will have plenty of time to make out some more.”

Shane takes a step back, although Ilya can tell it’s reluctantly. “Goodnight, Ilya. Text me when you’re home, please.”

Ilya smiles at him. “Goodnight, Shane.”

Fifteen minutes later, after he said hello to the boys, and made his way up to his room, he texts Shane.

Shane (Future Boyfriend)

9:16pm

I am home

Can we hang out after the game tomorrow?

<3

Yes :)

Yippee!!!!!!

9:17pm

Lol, you’re a dork

(But I feel the same way)

Goodnight I’m getting ready to go to bed

See you tomorrow

Goodnight ;)

-

They just finished their last practice before the break, when Wyatt comes up to him. “So, you’re taking Shane out on a date finally?”

Ilya turns around from where he’s changing at his locker. “How did you know that?”

Wyatt laughs. “Shane told Hayden, who told JJ, who told me. But also, I just sensed there was a shift in the air. It’s a goalie’s job. You guys have been extra cute this week.”

Ilya chuckles. “You are more perceptive than the others. I am keeping it quiet for now. Just want some time to adjust to dating.”

Wyatt nods. “Makes sense. So, what are you doing?”

He finishes packing his stuff away. “Dinner tomorrow. Got us a reservation at an Italian restaurant since it has his safe foods. Then, we are spending the weekend together watching Lord of the Rings.”

Wyatt lights up. “Dude! I love Lord of the Rings.”

Ilya laughs, shouldering his bag. “This does not surprise me. I have never seen them, but Return of the King is Shane’s favorite movie, so we are watching the entire trilogy.”

Wyatt looks genuinely geeked, which is making Ilya grin like a fool. “I didn’t know Shane loved Lord of the Rings! Is he still here?”

Ilya shakes his head. “No, he left because he is being a nice friend and taking Rose to the airport. But I will tell him he should talk to you when you are back from break. You leave for Lisa’s tomorrow, yes?”

They make small talk as they head towards Ilya’s car. Ilya can distantly hear Troy, Bood, and Dykstra behind them. They all pile into the car, Ilya turning on the heat when Troy bursts out, “Soooooo, what’s this I hear about a date?”

All the guys start ribbing him. He sighs, but a smile grows on his face anyways. So much for adjusting to the dating phase.

The next day comes too slowly, as he spends most of the night receiving unsolicited advice from his housemates and second guesses his outfit more than once on the day of the date. He eventually settles on a black button up, a couple of buttons undone, exposing his chest and his mother’s necklace. He puts on dark wash jeans and a nice pair of shoes. He makes sure his hair is perfectly styled before spraying himself with Spicebomb.

He’s picking Shane up from his apartment. Normally, he’s always met dates at the restaurant, but he’s setting out to prove he’s the perfect date. Who will hopefully become the perfect boyfriend.

He finds himself to be nervous. It’s not a feeling he’s all that familiar with. Sure, he gets nervous before a big game, but that’s the only time. Sex and dating are a place where he’s always excelled. He’s always felt confident in his ability to pick up people and show them a good time. He feels the weight of this date on his shoulders. He tries not to let it affect him too much. He reminds himself that he and Shane are good friends. They should have plenty to talk about on their date.

Or maybe it’s the after that’s making him nervous. Ilya doesn’t want to toot his own horn, but he knows he’s good in bed. Or at the very least, he’s good at being able to give someone what they want. Shane has little to no experience with men. The last several days that they’ve hung out, he hasn’t been able to stop making out with Shane, who is very responsive and eager.

Ilya thinks they might go further tonight. Which would only be the second time Shane has gone further than a kiss/make-out with a man. He admitted to Ilya that he’s only given one blowjob, and he was so nervous the entire time he doesn’t think it was good. Ilya told him they can move at his pace, but from the lust in Shane’s eyes, it’s clear he wants more. Ilya will do everything in his power to make sure Shane is enjoying himself. He knows there’s a very real possibility he might come just from seeing Shane on his knees, so he’s not too worried about Shane’s skill set.

Eventually, he texts Shane that he’s on the way to pick him up and Shane sends back a smiley face. When he pulls up in front of Shane’s building, he can see Shane waiting for him. Underneath his unzipped jacket, Shane is wearing a nice navy-blue sweater with dress pants and dress shoes. His hair is perfectly coiffed, and his cheeks are flushed from the cold. He looks beautiful.

Shane sees Ilya’s car, and a smile lights up his face. He jogs over, getting in quickly to escape the late fall weather. Once he’s buckled, he turns to Ilya, grinning up at him. “Hi.”

Ilya reaches a hand out, cupping Shane’s face. He brings Shane’s face to his, kissing him lightly. He hears Shane let out a little sigh. “Hello. Are you excited?”

Shane nods. He blushes as he says, “Yes. I’ve been looking forward to this all week.”

Ilya smiles. “Me too. Let’s go, yes?”

In the end, Ilya had no reason to be nervous. There wasn’t a moment of silence the entire date. Ilya realizes that once Shane trusts you, he’s willing to chat your ear off about any and everything. It’s incredibly endearing to be witness to. Ilya loves poking and prodding him too; there’s nothing he loves more than seeing Shane’s annoyed kitten face. The fact that it’s so easy to make it appear too is just a bonus on top. He’s not one to subscribe to the idea that you have to “pull your crush’s pigtails” to make them like you, but in this case, it’s clear that Shane loves it. He always gives as good as he takes.

They’re walking hand and hand back to the car at the end of the date when Shane stops him. Ilya looks down at him, confused. Shane looks sheepish. “Is something wrong?”

Shane quickly shakes his head. “No! Just, um, I was thinking maybe we could push watching Fellowship to tomorrow. We could watch it in the morning and Two Towers at night. And tonight, we could…”

Ilya smirks. “Oh, is there something else you wish to do, kotenok?”

Shane tucks himself into Ilya’s shoulders. “Don’t be an ass about it.”

Ilya chuckles, arm circling around Shane’s shoulders. “I think you know I want your ass.” Shane pinches him. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. You know that.”

Shane looks up at him then, eyes glossy. Ilya can’t believe his luck to have this beautiful boy looking at him like that. “I’m not ready for that yet, but I’ve been thinking about other things for weeks now.”

One of Ilya’s hands come up to Shane’s jaw, tilting him so it’s easier to kiss him. It’s warm and slow and Ilya can feel the swell in both of their pants already. He pulls back, seeing spit all over Shane’s lips. “Tell me what you’ve been thinking of.”

Shane lets out a shaky breath. “You sucking my dick. Me sucking your dick.”

Ilya releases his own breath. He realizes they’re on the sidewalk still, right outside of his car. “I can make both of those things happen. Let’s go back.”

The atmosphere in the car thrums with anticipation. Ilya meant it when he said they don’t have to do anything. He would enjoy the night if they just cuddle on the couch together while they watched the movie. But it’s clear Shane is determined. Ilya wasn’t lying when he called him kitten. He looks so determined right now; Ilya would laugh but he doesn’t want Shane to think he’s laughing at him. He’s just so endeared by him he doesn’t know how else to express what he’s feeling.

They eventually get back to Shane’s apartment, where they quickly make their way upstairs. Ilya presses Shane into the front door, hands on his hips, as Shane fumbles to unlock it. They push in, door closing heavily behind them when Shane turns around and attacks Ilya’s lips.

Ilya groans into it, one hand coming up to grip Shane’s jaw and the other taking hold on his hip, pulling him closer. He lets Shane control the kiss for a minute or so, loving how fucking desperate he is for it – how desperate he is for Ilya.

However, it’s ultimately time for the main event. He pulls back, holding Shane away from him. His eyes are closed and he’s breathing hard. “Shane. Take off your coat and shoes. Let’s go to your bedroom.”

Shane tries to reach back up to kiss Ilya again, but whines when Ilya leans away. “Or I could suck your dick here.”

For someone who is essentially a gay virgin, Ilya has never met someone as slutty as Shane. His cock is already straining at the button of his jeans. “At least take off your jacket first. Then you can have my dick.”

Shane steps away to shuck his jacket off. It does cause a laugh to come out of Ilya’s mouth this time. Shane is either too desperate to notice or care because he throws his jacket towards the high stools and immediately drops to his knees in front of Ilya.

God, what a sight it is. Good boy Shane Hollander desperate to suck Ilya Rozanov’s dick. Shane undoes Ilya’s button and zip, pulling down his jeans and boxers in one go. His dick slaps his shirt, pre-cum staining the button-down. Ilya doesn’t really care at the moment.

His own hands find purchase in Shane’s inky strands, pulling slightly, causing Shane to whine. Shane licks his lips as he takes in Ilya’s cock.

Ilya brings Shane closer to his dick. “Well, you said you wanted to suck it, no?”

Shane looks up at him, pupils wide. He licks his lips again. “I do.”

Ilya nods down at his aching dick. “So, go on then. Suck it.”

Shane wastes no more time. He swallows the head of Ilya’s cock, running his tongue in a circle. Ilya groans. He hasn’t hooked up with anyone since the beginning of October, since he decided he was going to seriously pursue Shane. He realizes he may not last long.

Shane stops playing with the head of his cock and takes the length of him. It’s clear he hasn’t done this very much. His mouth is a little too open and his movements are a little sloppy, but he makes up for it with his sheer enthusiasm. He can’t take all of Ilya so he’s using one of his hands to play with Ilya’s balls while the other is rucking his shirt up.

Ilya grips Shane’s head a little tighter, causing him to whine around Ilya’s shaft. “Fuck, like that. You’re doing so well.”

Shane hums again. This time he scraps his teeth lightly on Ilya’s dick and he almost shoots it off right there. “Fuck, Shane. I’m going to come.”

Shane gives it one more wet bob before he pulls off. He replaces his mouth with his hand, stroking Ilya furiously. He slurs out, “Come on, I want to watch you finish.”

His thumb circles around his head as he pumps Ilya. Ilya groans, closing his eyes. He releases a litany of curse words as he finally comes, breathing heavily. He finally comes down from his high and sees most of his cum got on his shirt, but not all of it. Some of it is on Shane’s face.

Shane is still on his knees panting up at Ilya. He takes one of his fingers and swipes some of the cum off of his cheek. He sticks it into his mouth, closing his eyes, and hums. This boy is going to be the death of him.

Ilya growls. “Get up here.”

Shane rises on unsteady legs, kissing Ilya. Ilya discards his shoes before leading Shane towards the bedroom. He pushes him onto the bed. He strips the rest of his clothing off, watching Shane do the same thing. He sees how turned on Shane is, his cock almost purple with how hard he is. He imagines that Shane won’t last long.

Shane is looking up at him with his big beautiful brown eyes. Ilya wants to devour him whole. He moves to cover Shane with his entire body, speaking into his lips, “Let me show you how to do this.”

There’s not a lot of talking the rest of the night.

-

December

“Oh, it’s getting late, I should head out.”

Ilya looks up from where he’s sitting on the couch, scrolling on his phone. He submitted his last final yesterday, and he’s been the perfect boyfriend not bothering Shane who has one more tomorrow. Shane is currently sitting at their dining room table, studying for Intro to Anthropology, an elective he’s taking this semester.

Troy and Bood are both at the table with him too, studying for their economics final, which is also tomorrow. Bood stretches after Shane talks before reaching out his fist for a tap. Shane gives it to him, before continuing to pack up his bag. “Good luck on your final, Holly. I’m sure it’ll go great.”

Troy nods. “Definitely better than Bood and I on this econ final.”

Bood shoves Troy. “Speak for yourself, man.”

The two of them start bickering about something that Ilya doesn’t care to understand when Shane walks over to him. Ilya stands up, walking him to the door. “You could stay tonight if you want. I know you are spending tomorrow night here, but I have a warm bed and a car that can drive you in the morning.”

Shane smiles, shaking his head. “No, you know I like to sleep in my own bed before a stressful night.”

Ilya smiles softly at him before pressing a peck to his lips. “Well, at least let me drive you home.”

About a half hour later, Ilya is walking back into the house, as he reflects on the last couple of weeks. Thanksgiving night was perfect to say the least. To no one’s surprise, Ilya made Shane come fairly quickly with his own blow job. Afterwards, they had laid in the quiet embrace of each other’s arms, breathing each other in before they went for round two, frotting against one another.

The rest of the weekend was great too. Ilya ended up enjoying the Lord of the Ring trilogy a lot, but he can’t lie; most of his love for the movies came from Shane’s own reactions. Shane would give a running commentary about the behind the scenes, about information from the novels, and just random trivia he had gleamed over the years. He also discovered Aragorn was Shane’s first sexual awakening. He would definitely be utilizing that sometime in the future.

Being together was amazing. Shane was amazing. Every second they weren’t doing something hockey related or in class, they were together. Ilya knew he was a man obsessed. As evidenced by the fact that he was instantly teased by Troy and Bood when he returned from dropping Shane off.

“Troy, look at him. He’s a man in love.”

“Who would’ve thought Shane Hollander would be the one to lock him down?”

Ilya shrugged. “You can make fun of me all you want. I know this is payback for when I teased both of you for Harris and Cassie. It’s not like it is untrue.”

Both of them laughed. Bood shoots him a big grin. “We’re happy for you, Roz.”

Ilya smiles at him. “Thank you. I am very happy.”

Troy leans back in his chair. “We’ll have to get something on the books next semester. Harris is so excited to go on double dates with you guys.”

Bood throws his hands up. “You know, I’m starting to get offended. Are the double dates you go on with me and Cassie not good enough?”

Ilya’s laughing, while Troy looks sheepish. “Ah, you know what I mean, dude. We don’t have any other gay couple friends. No hard feelings.”

Bood scoffs, fake rolling his eyes at Ilya. “If this guy had worked up the nerve to ask Harris out sooner, he could’ve gone on a date with Scott and Kip last year.”

Ilya rolls his eyes for real now. “I know you looked up to him, but Scott Hunter is a boring dinosaur. Barrett, you were smart to wait until I got a cute, boring boyfriend instead.”

Bood busts out laughing, while Troy lets out a chuckle himself. “Scott can be boring sometimes, I can’t lie. Hey, do we have everything for the party tomorrow night?”

Ilya nods. “Yes, it is all ready. Wyatt texted me earlier he had picked up the liquor, and Dykstra confirmed he got the kegs.”

Bood grins. “Perfect. Can’t wait to celebrate the end of this semester and our top seed in the conference.”

It was true. It had been a hard-fought battle, but they were the top seeds heading into the new year. Ilya planned to keep it that way all the way to the National Title.

He bids goodnight to Troy and Bood, making his way upstairs. He responds to Shane’s goodnight text before he sees Svetlana texted him.

Sveta

7:48pm

Sasha is in town

Can he come to the party tomorrow?

Sasha. His old hook-up. Shane is coming to the party tomorrow. He’s not sure if he trusts Sasha not to cause problems. He thinks about it; there will be a lot of people in the house tomorrow. They’re one of the only houses throwing a party – a lot of people have already left for the holidays. Ilya is sure he can keep them apart.

9:32pm

Sure

9:34pm

Yay)))))

See you tomorrow!!

He hopes he doesn’t regret it.

-

The party is in full swing by the time Shane shows up. He’s been texting Ilya complaining about how long his friends are taking to get ready. It had been making him laugh at how impatient he was being. Ilya knows why he’s impatient. Between the last game of the season to finals starting, they haven’t had any time have sex. In truth, it was grating on Ilya too, but it filled him with fire knowing how desperate Shane was for him.

Shane was planning on staying tonight, which would be the first time he’s done that. Every sleepover they’ve had thus far has been at Shane’s. Ilya can’t wait to have him in his bed, his ocean shampoo leaving remnants behind on his pillowcase. It’s going to be great.

Ilya has plans for him too. He wasn’t joking to Shane when he had he wanted his ass all those weeks ago. He’s not sure if they’ll have penetrative sex tonight, but he’s hoping he can convince Shane to let him finger him. He imagines he’ll open beautifully for him.

He hears before he sees that Shane and his friends have arrived. He can hear Dykstra greeting Pike and Wyatt and JJ saying hello. Before he can find Shane, he has arms around his waist. He smiles, turning in their embrace to see it’s his beautiful boyfriend.

His hair looks extra fluffy tonight, and he’s wearing some god awful ugly red Christmas sweater with snowmen all over it that Rose bought for him. He’s perfect.

Ilya leans down, kissing him. Shane hums happily into the kiss. “Hello, moy prekrasnyy malchik.”

Shane smiles up at him. “Hi, what does that mean?”

Ilya leans down again, kissing both of the apples of his cheeks. “My beautiful boy.”

Shane whines, hiding in Ilya’s chest. “Stop, you can’t say that. I want to enjoy the party for a little before we sneak away.”

Ilya chuckles, running his hands up and down Shane’s back. “Sorry. Come, let’s mingle then.”

They spend the next hour or so walking around talking with the boys on the team. Ilya knows Shane would be accepted here even without being Ilya’s boyfriend, he’s already beloved by the team as their equipment manager, but it still warms his heart to see how happy everyone is to see him.

Troy invites them to play beer pong, and to maybe everyone’s surprise except Ilya, Shane kicks all of their butts. When Wyatt asked him how he got so good at it, he replied, “Oh, I’ve never played. But I just hate losing.”

Ilya bust out laughing, while everyone else just looked flabbergasted. Ilya knows by Shane’s grin that he’s feeling extra horny now; winning always does that to him. He still thinks about the racy texts Shane sent him after they won in overtime a couple of weeks ago. It may have gotten filed under ‘Ilya’s digital spank bank.’

They’re talking currently with Dykstra and Caitlin, when Ilya’s vision is filled with curly, red hair. It’s Svetlana. “Hi! Sorry we are late.”

Ilya hugs her back, looking over her shoulder. He sees Sasha standing there, looking bored. “It’s okay. Party is still going on.”

Svetlana hugs Shane too, who laughs at something she says to him. Ilya is eyeing Sasha wearily before Sasha approaches him. “Ilya. Long time no see.”

Ilya almost laughs. That’s an understatement. The last time they saw each other was the summer they hooked up, which was three and a half years ago. “Hello, Sasha.” Svetlana has finally released Shane, instead saying hi to Dykstra and Caitlin. He reaches out his hand, Shane lacing their fingers together. He pulls Shane closer. “This is my boyfriend, Shane. Shane, this is Sasha. We grew up together.”

He belatedly realizes he probably should have told Shane a former long-term hook-up would be here, but by the time they finally saw one another today, Ilya had kind of forgotten he was coming despite agreeing to it last night. Shane, polite Canadian as always, waves cutely. “Hi, it’s so nice to meet you. I’m sure you have so many stories about Ilya growing up. Svetlana always tells me the most embarrassing things about him.”

Shane looks up, grinning at Ilya. He can’t help but smile back. “Once I meet your parents, I am sure I will have equal ammunition.”

Shane’s smile grows even more. Ilya would be spending Christmas with Svetlana, as he always does. She has some of her family here in the city. But Shane would be coming back early to spend New Years in the city with him, and he was going to be bringing his parents with him. Ilya can hardly believe his luck.

Sasha regards them. “Yes. It was… nice to meet you as well. Ilyushka, where can I find vodka?”

Ilya grits his teeth. He doesn’t want to cause a scene, but Sasha knows not to call him that. He figures he better handle this before Sasha does something even more abrasive. He turns Shane towards him, leaning down kissing him hotly. Shane makes a noise of surprise before leaning into the kiss. Ilya can’t help himself, sneaking his tongue in brief. He pulls away. “I am going to show Sasha where the vodka is okay? Be right back.”

Shane looks a little dazed, as he always does when Ilya kisses him, but nods in response. He nods, gesturing for Sasha to follow him. He gives Shane one last smile before heading to the mudroom attached to the kitchen that leads to the back deck.

He rounds on Sasha, switching to Russian. “What are you doing? How many times did I tell you not to call me that?

Sasha rolls his eyes. “Ilyushka, relax.”

Ilya’s hand forms a fist. “I will not calm down, you asshole. I told you all those years ago that is what my mother called me, and I don’t want anyone else calling me that.”

Sasha lets out a sigh, taking a step towards Ilya. “Fine. Ilya, then.”

Ilya rolls his eyes now. “What are you even doing here?”

Sasha gestures his hands out in front of him. “Svetlana invited me. I thought she texted you.”

Ilya throws his head back and groans. “I meant, here, in Boston. I thought you were in Paris or some city in Europe. I still follow your Instagram.”

Sasha nods. “It’s true, I have been in Paris the last couple of years. But my father decided to come to America to recruit for the KHL, so we all decided to come for Christmas. What? Am I not allowed to be in the same city as you anymore? We once shared more than that.”

Ilya can feel his anger growing. The truth was he had enjoyed the summer he spent with Sasha. But he had never wanted more. And although that was the last time he saw him in person, he has heard from him in the last several years. Ilya knows Sasha is jealous of Shane, which is why he called him Ilyushka in the first place. “You can be here at this party. I do not care about that. But I know you know I had gotten a boyfriend. I am not trying to hide it. But stay away from Shane.”

Sasha scoffs. Ilya is trying not to bare his teeth at him. “Shane. I cannot believe you of all people ended up dating some boring American.”

Ilya lets out a huff. “He is Canadian. And I like his boring.”

Sasha laughs. “American, Canadian, they are all the same to me.” Sasha moves in on Ilya now. Ilya doesn’t let his eyes leave Sasha’s, glaring him down, refusing to back down from this stand-off. “Remember how much fun we used to have together? How much fun you used to be?”

Ilya takes a deep breath. “That was a long time ago. Shane is my present now. He is everything I could ever want.”

Sasha presses his hands to Ilya’s chest now. Ilya feels sick but ultimately does nothing to move Sasha off of him. “But he is so boring. I can remind you how much risk you used to take.”

And before Ilya can shove him away, Sasha leans in and kisses him. Ilya is so stunned he doesn’t move for a second before white hot anger burns through him. He pushes him away, hard. He’s about to yell at him when he sees Shane standing at the entranceway. He looks like he’s about to cry.

Ilya’s eyes widen. “Shane. It isn’t what it looks like.”

Shane turns around to disappear into the crowd. Ilya can hear Sasha calling him boring again in the background, but he genuinely doesn’t care what that man does. He arrives back in the living room where it’s incredibly crowded, a sea of people before him. He strains his neck looking for Shane when he spots him heading towards the front door. He shoves a bunch of people out of the way, trying desperately to catch up to him.

He runs out the front door and sees Shane hunched over at the end of their walkway. “Shane.”

Shane turns around. He’s crying and his lips are quivering. “Don’t, Ilya.”

Ilya takes strides to get closer to him, reaching out to him. Shane straightens, holding his arm out. Ilya stops before he can touch him. “Shane. I did not kiss him. He kissed me.”

Shane lets out an exasperated laugh. “I guessed as much. I’m wondering why you didn’t tell me that Sasha is an ex-fling of yours or that this might be a possibility.”

Ilya balks. “How do you know that?”

Shane’s lips quiver again. He’s clearly trying to refrain from crying even more. “Svetlana told me. I asked why you were upset about being called Ilyushka and she told me. I want to know why you didn’t tell me. You knew he was coming tonight.”

Ilya can feel his panic rising. “You’re right, I should have mentioned it. Sveta only texted me last night to ask if he could come. I’m sorry, I forgot. I swear I wasn’t trying to keep anything from you.”

Shane swallows. “I mean, I told you about my dating history, despite how disastrous it was. And I’m not stupid; I know you’ve hooked up with a bunch of people. That doesn’t bother me. What bothers me is you didn’t tell me someone from your past was going to be here. Someone clearly important.”

Ilya shakes his head. He can feel himself about to cry. “Yes, he was the first boy I hooked up with. But he is not important to me. Not in the way you are. No one has ever been as important to me as you are.”

Shane crumbles. Ilya wants desperately to hold him, but he’s not sure if he’s allowed to. “Do you understand why I’m upset? I was upfront with you about Rose and I’s history because I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable, even though neither of us is attracted to one another. I felt,” Shane sniffles, “I felt like you didn’t trust me. Like you were purposely keeping me in the dark.”

Ilya wipes his eyes. “No, kotenok. I promise, it was an error on my part. But you are right, I should have told you. I trust you more than anyone. You have to believe that.”

Shane sniffles again. “I want to believe you, but why didn’t you tell me about your mom?”

Ilya swallows. He had been wanting to tell Shane more about his mother for ages. But it always felt too heavy, too much. He couldn’t stand it if Shane couldn’t handle it. If Shane decided his problems were too much. “I wasn’t ready. But it’s not because I don’t trust you. Please believe that.”

Shane stares at him for a while. It could be ten seconds or ten minutes for all Ilya knows. He must be looking for something in Ilya’s face. “Okay I believe you.” Ilya lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “But I think I should go home tonight.”

Ilya feels his heart crack in two. “Shane. You don’t have to leave. Or at least let me come with you.”

Shane wraps his arms around his body. “I don’t know. I’m not in the mood to do anything.”

Ilya steps a little closer. “I do not care about that. I just want to hold you. We can go upstairs right now, or I will get our things, and we can walk back to your place. I do not think I should drive. Please, Shane.”

Shane bites his lip. Ilya can feel his heart thumping. “Okay, let’s go upstairs.”

Ilya tries not to collapse to the ground in relief. “Can I hold you now?”

Shane hesitates before he nods. Ilya steps into his space, wrapping his arms around Shane, who immediately melts into him. Ilya presses kisses to the top of his head, whispering, “I’m sorry,” over and over. He can hear Shane sniffling, his head trying to burrow as far into Ilya’s chest as he can.

Eventually, he pulls back, looking down at Shane. Shane gives him a tentative smile, and Ilya feels like all will be right. They head back into the party, immediately heading upstairs, Ilya ignoring the cries of his teammates. Nothing else matters right now – only Shane. There’s only a couple of people mingling around up here, mainly teammates and Ilya spots Lisa, but he ignores them, ushering Shane into his bedroom.

He’s happy he’s the captain because it means he was gifted the master bedroom when they moved into the hockey house, meaning there’s no reason for them to leave again. Shane immediately disappears into bathroom, grabbing the bag he had brought over yesterday, shutting the door. He can hear the sink running, which means he’s probably washing his face or brushing his teeth. Ilya strips out of his clothes, sitting on the bed in just his boxers. He takes a deep breath, hoping to calm himself down. If he was capable of leaving Shane’s side for even second, he would make sure to kick Sasha out of the house.

He debates texting Bood or Dykstra about handling it when Shane reemerges. He tries to look casual, like he wasn’t scheming something, but he knows he hasn’t fooled his boyfriend who just huffs at him. “Go brush your teeth.”

Ilya gets off the bed, hesitating before kissing him on the cheek. Shane leans into it, so he’s feeling marginally better. Sasha shouldn’t bother anyone else. He came here with one goal tonight, and that was to get under Ilya’s skin. Once he comes back out, Shane is on his bed, also clad only in boxers. He’s got his glasses on, and he looks unfairly adorable. That had certainly been a surprise to discover. He hopes he gets to fuck Shane in those one day.

He shakes his horny thoughts out of his brain, as he crawls into bed, kissing Shane’s shoulder. Shane closes his eyes and leans into it. Ilya pulls back and looks at Shane’s face. Shane reopens his eyes to look back at Ilya. “I am sorry again. I should have told you. It was honest mistake, but I will do better. I never want you to doubt me.”

Shane gives him a small smile. “Thank you.” Shane reaches up, running his hand through Ilya’s hair. Ilya tries not to purr. “Will you tell me more about your mother? You only told me she died, and that the necklace you’re wearing was once hers. I don’t know anything else about her.”

Ilya settles his torso on top of Shane’s, tangling one of his legs with his boyfriend’s. “What do you want to know?”

Shane keeps running his fingers through his hair. “What was she like?”

Ilya presses a kiss to Shane’s sternum. “She was so kind. Very funny and beautiful. She would light up every room she walked into. She is the reason I got into hockey.”

Shane smiles. “She sounds wonderful. How did she die?”

Ilya swallows. He tries not to let the memories of that day consume him. He reminds himself he is in his boyfriend’s arms in his house in Boston. He’s not twelve years old, back in cold Moscow, where the weight of his father’s pressure suffocated him every day. “By accident. She accidentally swallowed an entire bottle of pills.” The hand in his hair stops. Ilya sniffles. “I found her.”

He looks up to see Shane looking at him so tenderly. “Ilya…”

Ilya shakes his head, holding back his tears. “I do not want you to think she was weak.”

Shane shakes his head. “I don’t.”

Ilya lays his head down on Shane’s chest. He breathes him in. “She was so sad, and my dad was so hard on her. My father was a mean man. He died last year from dementia. I never liked him, especially after my mother died, but I still wish things could have been different. That he could have been proud of him. That she could have seen me grow up.”

Ilya feels Shane kiss the top of his head. “You’re so strong. You’re the strongest person I know.”

Ilya can feel Shane hesitating, like he wants to say something more. He wonders if he’s going to say something more, maybe the three words hie heart has been telling him, when there’s a knock on the door. “Roz!” It’s Troy. “Sorry to bother you. Where did you put the extra juice?”

Ilya rolls his eyes. Shane giggles. “It is on the back porch. To keep cold and away from partygoers.”

He hears a tap on the door. “Right. Sorry for bothering you again. Night Shane!”

He hears Troy’s footsteps retreat. Ilya scoffs. “But he does not say goodnight to his best friend.”

Shane giggles again, squeezing Ilya. “He loves you.”

As they settle into bed, soaking in the warmth of one another, Ilya thinks to himself, “And I love you.”

-

Ilya is sitting on the couch in Svetlana’s aunt’s house when he feels someone plop down next to him. He doesn’t have to guess who it is. “You seem down. What’s the matter?”

Ilya doesn’t turn towards Svetlana, looking into the fire. “I am fine.”

Svetlana lets out a scoff. Ilya imagines she’s rolling her eyes at him. It’s a look he’s all too familiar with. “You can’t fool me. You haven’t even gotten into a fight yet with my great-uncle Ivan yet. A favorite pastime of yours!”

She had a point. He did love getting into arguments with Svetlana’s old-fashioned relatives who had immigrated here. He sighs before finally facing her. “I am meeting Shane’s parents in two days.”

Svetlana shrugs. “Okay, and you’ll charm them! You manage to charm everyone you meet. It’s what’s infuriating about you. Why are you so worried?”

Ilya sighs again. The truth was despite Shane and Ilya making up after the Sasha incident, Shane had still been a little distant the last couple of weeks. Sure, they had hung out for a couple more days on campus before Shane had gone home to Ottawa, but instead of it being filled with playful conversation and heady make outs that led to more, it had been silently watching films as they sat on the couch together. At least Shane had let him cuddle him or Ilya might have genuinely killed himself.

Shane’s been in Ottawa now for a week, and he’s coming back tomorrow to Boston with his parents. He wouldn’t see all three of them until the day after, and he was worried. Svetlana was right; he normally could charm anyone. But he was concerned about what Shane might have told them. Or maybe he didn’t even want Ilya to meet them anymore. Shane had so far given no indication of that. They had Facetimed this morning, and Shane had both of his parents say hello to Ilya.

Maybe it was all in his head. But he didn’t want Shane to pull away. He wanted to be brought into his life more than anything else.

He pulls himself out of his thoughts. “Shane has been quiet the last couple of weeks. I think he is still mad about Sasha.”

Svetlana leans back, touching shoulders with Ilya. “I’m sorry. I should not have told him. I feel like it is my fault.”

Ilya shakes his head. “No, do not blame yourself. It’s my fault in the end. You and Sasha are friends still; you were allowed to bring him. It’s my fault for forgetting to tell my boyfriend he would be there. And that he maybe has a history of stirring the pot with my life.”

Svetlana pouts at him. “It will be okay, Ilya. Just show him you’re there for him; that you plan on continuing to show up for him.”

Ilya groans, throwing his head back against the back of the couch. “How am I supposed to do that if he is being distant? He’s been more reserved the last couple of weeks.”

Svetlana leans her head onto his shoulder. “It will be okay. He still wants you to meet his parents. That should be indication enough that he wants you around. Shane doesn’t seem like the type to introduce someone to his parents unless he was absolutely sure. So what that he’s been a little withdrawn these last couple of weeks. Do everything you can when he comes back to the city that you’re committed – that you trust him, that you want to build a life with him. I know it’s early and we’re young, but I’ve never seen you like this before.”

Ilya presses his head down on top of hers, as a silent thank you. Svetlana is right. He’s never felt this way about anyone before. And if he has his way, he’ll spend the rest of his life with Shane. His kind, funny, absurdly competitive, very particular Shane.

Ideas start forming in his mind. He’s got some work to do tonight before Shane arrives tomorrow afternoon.

-

Ilya is sitting on the couch in his living room when he gets the text from Shane.

My Boyfriend Shane <3

2:51pm

Picture of a basket with ginger ales, snickers, and pretzel goldfish on Shane’s counter

Did you do this???

Yes

I wanted you to have something to come back to

I know we didn’t exchange Christmas presents

But thought this could be next best thing

2:54pm

Oh

Wow

That’s so sweet

Thank you Ilya :)

My parents said they think it’s sweet too

2:55pm

I am looking forward to seeing you and your parents tomorrow

I miss you so much

I miss you too

Maybe next year you can come to Ottawa with me…

Ilya’s face breaks into a giant grin. Next year. At least Ilya has confirmation that Shane isn’t planning on breaking up with him. Still, he has ideas. Or concepts of ideas to prove to Shane he’s serious.

2:56pm

That sounds wonderful

I can’t wait to see where you grew up

I want to show you that too

You could even come to our cottage this summer

You would love it

2:57pm

I would love anything you show me sweetheart

2:58pm

Stop you made me blush

My dad asked me if something was wrong lol

I should go, I need to take them to their hotel and then we’re going to dinner

But I’ll see you tomorrow when you pick me up for lunch

Can I call you tonight?

2:59pm

Yes call me whenever

Have a nice night Shane

3:00pm

<3

It’s about 9pm when he gets the Facetime request from Shane. Ilya immediately clicks accept. Shane appears on his screen. He’s wearing one of his favorite sleep shirts, an old Ottawa Centaurs T-shirt, and he’s got his glasses on. His hair is damp and devoid of any product, and his cheeks look a little rosy. He’s probably fresh out of the shower. “Hi.”

Ilya smiles at him. “Hi. How was your day? How was dinner with your parents?”

Shane shrugs. “Day was fine. The flight was uneventful. Dinner was good. Mom really liked the place. Thank you by the way, for the suggestion.”

Ilya nods. “Of course. I’m glad your mom liked it. I am excited to meet her tomorrow.”

Shane smiles slightly. “I’m excited for you to meet them.” Shane bites his lips before he says, “I’m sorry for the last couple of weeks.”

Ilya’s eyebrows raise. He certainly wasn’t expecting that tonight. “What are you sorry for?”

Shane pouts. Ilya thinks he looks so cute. “I know you’ve noticed it. I’ve been a little distant. The whole Sasha thing just really shook me up. And I pulled away instead of talking about it more. I’m sorry.”

Ilya shushes him. “Shane. It is okay. You could take as much time as you want.”

Shane shakes his head. “No. Well, I mean, yes I know that. But you’re meeting my parents tomorrow, and I don’t want us to be awkward. So, I’m saying sorry. Just, just promise me that we’ll both work on communicating better going forward. Let’s be honest with each other. That’s all I ask.”

His sweet anxious boy. “Okay. For the record, I am sorry too. And I promise I will be better about telling you things going forward.”

Shane’s smile is back. “Okay. Good. I can’t wait to see you.”

Ilya nods. “Yes, me too.” He pauses. “How do you feel about us having phone sex?”

Shane cracks up. “Seriously?”

Ilya shrugs. “It was just an idea. You don’t have to say yes.”

Shane is shaking his head, but his smile never leaves his face. “Well, I didn’t say no.”

Ilya’s own grin turns into something a little wicked. “Good. Now take off your shirt and leave the glasses on. I have plans for you.”

-

Shane won’t stop fidgeting. Ilya wants to fidget himself, but Shane is stressing him out too much. He places his hand on top of Shane’s hand, which is resting on his knee. Shane lets out a breath, turning his hand around to lace their fingers together. Ilya brings his hand up to his mouth, kissing his fingers one by one. “Kotenok. It will be fine.”

Ilya had picked Shane up earlier from his apartment, and they’ve been sitting in the restaurant for maybe three minutes. There’s still ten minutes until their reservation, but the wait staff was kind enough to seat them. Shane’s parents had texted and said they were on their way. And yet Ilya knows Shane, and he probably thinks something horrible will happen.

Shane closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He reopens his eyes. “You’re right. I’m just nervous. My parents have met my girlfriends before, but now I’m out and this is the first time they’re meeting someone I lo- I actually have feelings for. I’m not hiding behind something or I guess someone anymore.”

Ilya tries to not let his heart flutter at the way Shane almost said more than he should have. Ilya leans over, kissing his cheek. “It is a big deal to me too.”

They both look up when they hear the front door chime, and Ilya sees Shane’s parents walk in. Shane takes a deep breath as they walk over. Shane stands up first, Ilya right behind him. Shane gives both of them a hug before they turn their attention to Ilya. “Mom, dad, this is my boyfriend, Ilya Rozanov.”

Ilya sticks his hand out, shaking both of their hands. David gives him a kind smile; Yuna has a more discerning look to her face. “Hello, Shane has told me so much about you. It is nice to meet you.”

Yuna gives him a small smile then. “Shane has also told us a lot about you. It’s like you’ve become the only thing he talks about.”

Shane lets out an indignant, “Mom!”

Yuna pats Shane on the cheek. “Sorry, honey. I can’t help it. Let’s sit down.”

They make pleasantries about their flight in, how they’ve been enjoying the city, how their Christmas was. Ilya is being the perfect boyfriend, nodding and laughing where appropriate. Ilya can see Shane relaxing as everyone settles into the lunch.

Unsurprisingly, the conversation eventually turns to hockey. Ilya had been warned by Shane that his mother was the biggest hockey fan in the world. She’s been a lifelong Montreal fan and once dreamed that Shane would play there someday.

She’s been nothing but supportive since his injury. She was even more devastated for him than he was. She knew how much the sport meant to him, and the fact that he had to stop not by his own choice gutted her. She had also been encouraging him to join the team as the equipment manager for the last couple of years.

Shane had told him a number of times throughout the season that his mom was thrilled with how they had been playing. And a couple of times, the suggestions that Shane had given to one of the players had come from his mom. It’s easy to see where Shane got his competitiveness from.

Ilya also knew his dad had played for some college in Quebec, which is how his parents had met back in the day. So, he figured he would be grilled about hockey at some point during lunch. Which is why he had been thinking about how he would answer any and all questions thrown at him. He wasn’t a generally anxious person, and he didn’t try to plan out conversations in his head. But he wanted to be ready in case he needed to prove his loyalty to Shane.

Yuna is spinning her glass of wine, fixing her eyes on Ilya. “So, do you plan on entering the draft when you finish college?”

Ilya finishes his bite of pasta. Nodding, he answers her. “Yes, I would have entered at 18, but my mother had always hoped I would get an education first. So, I decided to play in the States first at university. But I want to be a professional hockey player.”

Shane smiles wistfully. Ilya pats his leg, hoping to console him. “Ilya’s one of the best players in the NCAA. I think him and Troy have a real shot of going pro.”

David clears his throat. “And you’re not concerned about being openly gay?”

Ilya smiles. “I am bisexual. But no. If they won’t take me as I am, then I do not want to play for them. I would find something else related to hockey. Maybe coach little kids.”

Yuna looks pleased. “Where would you hope to end up?”

Ilya shrugs, taking another bite of his pasta. “I mean, I am a Boston fan, since that is where I’ve been the entire time I’ve lived in the States. But probably a Canadian team. Preferably one in Eastern Canada. I know Shane wants to move back to Ottawa after school.”

Ilya looks over at Shane. He looks a little shocked, and his eyes are a little glassy. “You would be willing to play for Ottawa?”

Ilya nods. “Sure. It is probably one of the teams I am most likely to end up on. I am a good player, and Ottawa would have an early draft pick. They are, um, not good right now. But all teams need to rebuild from somewhere, I think, yes?”

Shane smiles at him, big and open. He looks so happy. Ilya had truly never given any thought about where he might want to play in the NHL, besides Boston, but it was true. Ilya would move to Ottawa if it meant him and Shane could be together. Shane was his family now.

Ilya looks back over at Shane’s parents, and they both look pleased. David turns the conversation back to their current season, but Ilya notices that the smile on Shane’s face never leaves for the rest of the lunch. Ilya tries not to look smug, but he’s not sure he’s successful. He finds he doesn’t care.

-

Since meeting Shane’s parents, things have felt normal again between him and Shane. Clearly, Ilya’s comments about moving to Ottawa had reassured some unsettled part of Shane’s heart because Shane has been back to himself. The night of the lunch, Ilya had finally gotten his wish from the Christmas party and made Shane cry on his fingers. It had been one of the most beautiful things Ilya had ever seen. The level of trust Shane puts in him is stuff he once dreamed of.

It’s New Years Eve now, and Shane’s parents have gone home. The hockey house is filled with his housemates again, as they have practice on the 2^nd to prepare for the second half of the season. Tonight, they’re hosting another party. Ilya already knows this one will be better than the last, for the sole reason that Sasha will most definitely not be there. He will do everything in his power too to make sure nothing causes drama for him and Shane.

Shane hasn’t outright stated it, but Ilya has a feeling he’s ready to have sex for the first time. And he thinks tonight might be the night. Normally, on New Year’s, Ilya might get absolutely hammered. Tonight, he stocked up on sodas because he wants to be, at most, only a little tipsy when he enters Shane for the first time. He already knows it’s going to be a revelation. Nothing or nobody will ever compare again.

Ilya is hanging up some lights, while Wyatt and Troy are setting up the pong table in the background, when he hears a knock on the door. He steps down from the step stool he was on and opens the door to find Shane and Harris at the door. Both of them smile at him. “Hello boys.”

Harris gives Ilya a hug before beelining to his boyfriend. Shane leans up, kissing Ilya. “Hi. Harris and I brought the disco ball you requested.”

Ilya takes the disco ball out of Shane’s hands. “Thank you, kotenok. You can put your jacket upstairs if you want.”

Shane smiles gratefully at him. Harris reappears. “Actually, Ilya, if you don’t mind, we’re going to get ready in your room. I have plans for Shane.”

Ilya’s eyebrow rises in surprise. “Oh? I am excited to see then.”

Shane looks nervous, so Ilya kisses him again. “Just don’t get your hopes up too high. It’s nothing crazy.”

Ilya rolls his eyes. “You could come down here wearing a trash bag, and I would still think you are the most beautiful person here. You have nothing to be worried about.”

Shane smiles at him one last time before he lets Harris drag him away. He goes over to where Troy is still helping Wyatt. “Your boyfriend is scheming.”

Troy laughs. “Sounds like him. He’s excited he gets to help Shane get out of his comfort zone a little bit.”

Ilya regards Troy. “He is good for you. I am glad you have him.”

Troy smiles at Ilya. “Thanks, I agree. And Shane is good for you. I’m glad we both found our person.”

Maybe forty minutes later, when the party has just begun, Shane and Harris finally come downstairs. Ilya turns, and his breath actually catches in his throat. Shane was right; it’s nothing overtly crazy. But Shane still looks amazing.

He’s wearing a slightly see-through black sweater with black pants. His hair is perfectly styled into a messy look. But what’s really out of Shane’s comfort zone is he’s wearing eyeliner, which only stands to make his beautiful brown eyes pop even more. Ilya notices there’s a little bit of glitter around his temples too. The perfect look for New Year’s.

He’s sure Harris has done something equally nice for his look, but he only has eyes for Shane, who is currently making his way across the room to him. He stands in front of him now, looking braver than Ilya’s ever seen him. “Hi.”

Ilya swallows. “Wow, Shane, you look great. I should thank Harris.”

Shane smiles. He leans up, kissing Ilya. “Thank you. I think he might already be making out with Troy, but I’m sure you can thank him later.”

Ilya looks over Shane’s shoulder and confirms Harris is in fact making out with Troy. Ilya reaches out, interlocking his fingers with Shane. “Let’s go kick Hazy’s butt in pong. I know he wants a rematch.”

Shane grins, something wicked. It’s going to be a good night.

-

Hours pass, and it’s finally approaching midnight. To no one’s surprise, Shane single handedly won the beer pong tournament. Ilya didn’t even need to help him. He just stood on the sidelines cheering him on, becoming increasingly turned on by his boyfriend’s competence.

The heated look Shane shot him after he won confirmed everything Ilya needed to know; he was going to fuck Shane tonight. And maybe do something else too. But first, he needed to get him alone.

He was able to pull Shane away from his conversation with Luca, taking him to the back porch. Normally, during parties, they didn’t allow anyone outside to keep the noise level down as much as they could. Which meant he knew it would be secluded back there. He didn’t want to do this in some bedroom. They would have plenty of time to spend in there later tonight.

Shane is shivering a little bit when they go outside, so he pulls Shane into his body warmth. Shane immediately melts into him. Ilya can hear Bood yelling that they should all gather around as the ball will drop in two minutes.

Shane looks up at him. “You didn’t want to be surrounded by everyone?”

Ilya shakes his head. “No. I wanted a quiet moment with you as we rung in the New Year. Is that okay?”

Shane smiles, nodding. “Of course. This is my favorite place to be. In your arms.”

Ilya smiles back at him. He squeezes him a little closer. “Shane. I need to tell you something.”

Shane stops him. “Actually, can I say something first?”

Ilya’s eyebrows furrow, but nods. “Yes. Go ahead.”

Shane squeezes Ilya before taking a deep breath. “I know the Sasha thing is behind us now, but I told you I wanted us to be more honest with one another. Well, the real reason I was so upset about it was because I was going to ask you to fuck me that night. And when you didn’t tell me about him, it made me feel like maybe we weren’t there. Like you didn’t trust me enough yet.” Ilya opens his mouth to respond. “But I realize now it was an honest mistake. When you told my parents you would move to Ottawa for me, I knew you were serious about me. About our future together. And I can’t wait to build a life with you, Ilya.”

He can tell Shane isn’t done talking, but Ilya can’t help himself. He blurts out, “I love you.”

Shane lets out a small laugh, before he smiles up at him so big and bright; Ilya wants to gauge his eyes out. “I love you, too. That’s what I was about to say, but you had to steal my thunder, you asshole.”

Ilya leans down, kissing him hotly. Shane responds in kind, moaning softly into the kiss. In the background, he can hear the countdown into the New Year. He slips his tongue into Shane’s mouth, deepening the kiss. Shane pulls Ilya in by his hair, grinding his hips against Ilya’s leg. Before he can escalate it any further, he hears the “Happy New Year!” scream come from inside. He pulls away, Shane chasing after him.

“Happy New Year, Shane. I love you.”

Shane smiles at him. “I love you so much. Happy New Year. Take me home, Ilya. I’m ready.”

-

Ilya is so glad he had the foresight not to drink tonight, so he can drive to Shane’s. There’s no way he was going to be able to fuck Shane for the first time when there’s all these people in his house. If he had to be deprived of his wonderful noises, he would have had no choice but to kick everyone out.

Ilya can see Shane out of the corner of his eye on the way over, and he’s practically shaking with anticipation. At least he hopes it’s from excitement and not nerves. It’s possible it’s a combination of both. Ilya’s real goal is to give Shane so much pleasure he gets out of his head. That’s one of his favorite ways to see Shane. Uninhibited and cock drunk for Ilya.

As soon as they make their way upstairs, and they’ve discarded their shoes hastily at the front door, Ilya is on Shane like glue. He pushes him back into his room, kissing him open-mouthed. He can feel how wet their lips are getting from the spit, but it only serves to turn him on more.

Shane, for his part, happily goes where Ilya leads him. He easily accepts Ilya’s tongue, swirling his own tongue around Ilya’s teeth. All that can be heard in the apartment is the smacking of their lips and belt buckles being undone.

Ilya pulls back and looks down at Shane, who already looks dazed. “Take off your clothes.”

Shane manages to separate himself from Ilya. Ilya starts hastily taking his clothes off as he watches Shane strips his sweater off. He folds it, placing it on the dresser before doing the same thing with his pants and underwear. His cock is already hard. God, Ilya loves him.

Ilya crawls onto the bed. “Come here, solnyshko.”

Shane quickly gets onto the bed, covering Ilya’s body. He kisses Ilya desperately, grinding his cock into Ilya’s hipbone. Ilya’s hands come down, grabbing Shane’s ass. He uses his hands to spread his cheeks apart before pressing them back together, creating a rhythmic sensation. Shane moans into his mouth.

Ilya can already feel how desperate Shane is. The truth is he isn’t much better, so he knows he needs to get this on the road. He uses the leverage on Shane’s ass to turn them over. Shane whines as he lands on his back, legs coming up to frame Ilya’s hips. Ilya grinds their cocks together, enjoying the slippery sensation from both of their precum.

Ilya pulls away from Shane’s mouth, starting a trail of kisses down his neck and stomach. Shane’s hands have found their purchase in Ilya’s hair, as usual, and he’s massaging his head as Ilya continues making his way down Shane’s body. As he gets to his hips, he places both of his hands on the back of Shane’s thighs, pressing them towards Shane’s chest, exposing his hole.

Shane groans. “Oh, fuck. Ilya, please hurry. I want you in me so badly.”

Ilya presses a kiss to Shane’s thigh. “Do not worry. You will get what you want soon. Get out the lube.”

Shane reaches for his side table, almost yanking the drawer all the way out. He searches blindly for the lube and condoms before he finds both. Shane pulls out an entire roll of condoms. Ilya chuckles from where he still sits between Shane’s legs. “Do you think that will be enough?”

Shane flushes, throwing the lube down to him. “Shut the fuck up.”

Ilya lets the lube sit untouched next to him. He will need that soon, but first he’s on a mission. He leans down with no warning, licking at Shane’s hole, pushing his legs further up his chest. Shane arches his back, letting out a breathy moan. As he circles Shane’s hole with his tongue, he reaches up to lightly stroke Shane’s cock. He wants him pliant and open for him. As he expected, Shane relaxes even more as he starts getting lost in his own pleasure.

Soon, Ilya is able to fit his tongue into Shane’s hole, which causes Shane to moan. He alternates between licking into his hole and sucking at the rim. Shane has taken over obediently holding his legs back for Ilya, which allows him to reach with his other hand to get the lube. He stops opening Shane briefly to squirt some lube on his fingers. He warms it quickly, before rubbing his index finger against Shane’s hole. He presses more kisses to Shane’s thighs, before he presses the single digit in easily.

“That’s it, Shane, you take me so perfectly.”

He presses in further, searching for the thing that will make – “Oh God, Ilya, that feels so good.” Ilya smiles. Found it.

He rubs at Shane’s prostate, tormenting him a little bit before he presses a second finger to his hole. Shane swallows it greedily. Ilya feels drunk on Shane and the little noises he keeps making. It doesn’t take long for Ilya to press a third finger into Shane, adding extra lube to make it wet and messy. Ilya sucks a hickey into Shane’s inner thigh, as he works him fully open to take his cock.

Eventually, Shane lets out a moaned, “Ilya, stop, stop.”

Ilya immediately halts his movements. “Are you okay?

Shane looks up at him. It takes Ilya’s breath away – he’s teary-eyed and flushed all the way down to his chest. His freckles look extra beautiful under the sheen of sweat that covers him. The eyeliner Harris put on him is smudged from the water gathering in his eyes. His legs have fallen a little bit, but ever so obedient, they’re still in the air and out of Ilya’s way so he can access his hole. Shane nods. “Yes, I felt like I was about to come. I need you to fuck me now.”

Ilya smiles. He pulls his fingers out of Shane, who whines quietly. He reaches for the condoms, tearing one off so he can roll it on his dick. Once he’s ready, he looks back down at Shane, who’s staring up at him in amazement. Ilya leans down, pressing his body on top of Shane’s, kissing him. “I love you.”

Shane returns his smile. “I love you so much.”

Ilya goes back to his task at hand. He lubes up his now covered dick, before lining it up with Shane’s hole. He looks at Shane’s face. “Okay?”

Shane nods. “Okay.”

Ilya presses in, and Shane throws his head back in pleasure. Ilya clicks his jaw, trying to control himself. He was right – entering Shane is unlike anything else he’s experienced. He knows it might sound ridiculous to people considering how much sex he’s had in the past. But he’s never had this emotional connection with anyone before. Getting to see the person he loves in this vulnerable of a state is intoxicating. Ilya knows he’s going to be quickly addicted to it.

His hips are flush with Shane’s ass when he leans down to kiss him again. Shane’s hands come up to frame Ilya’s face, kissing him back messily and with fervor. He starts gently rocking his hips, wanting Shane to get used to the sensation. Shane pulls back. He rasps out, “I’m good, you can fuck me. C’mon, I want it.”

Ilya nods, kissing him as he picks up his pace. Soon, he’s fucking in and out of Shane, who’s breathing into his mouth. Ilya attaches his lips to the side of Shane’s neck, sucking at his jawline. Shane tilts his head, moaning as Ilya sucks a hickey.

He pulls back. There’s a red mark on his neck. He’s not sure if it’ll leave a bruise, but Ilya hopes it does. Ilya looks down to see his cock driving in and out of Shane; he groans at the sight. “Fuck, Shane, are you close?”

Shane nods frantically. “I’m so close, harder please.”

Ilya places one of his hands on Shane’s headboard to get better leverage to fuck Shane. He picks up his hips, smacking his pelvis into Shane’s ass. His other hand comes to rest dangerously close to Shane’s neck. Shane looks up at him, glossy-eyed, bringing it so it rests completely on his neck. Ilya doesn’t squeeze, that needs a longer discussion, but he presses down slightly, causing Shane to whine.

“Come on, Shane. Come for me. Be my good boy and come.”

Shane whines, shooting off at the command. He can feel Shane’s hole clenching around him as he continues pumping. He’s milking every last drop out of Shane as he feels himself come, emptying into the condom. He groans, imagining one day getting to fuck Shane without any protection.

Ilya leans down, pressing kisses to Shane’s chest, scraping his teeth against one of his nipples. Shane lets out a breathy laugh. “Stop. I’m still sensitive from coming.”

Ilya presses a kiss to his nipple as an apology. “Coming untouched. What a good trick.”

Shane tucks at his hair, pulling him away from his chest. “Such an asshole.”

Ilya grins at him. “Ah, but you love this asshole.”

Shane nods, swallowing his emotions down. “I do. So much.”

Ilya can’t stop himself. He kisses him again. They make out lazily for a little bit, as Ilya’s dick goes soft in Shane. Eventually, he has to pull out. He helps his boyfriend stand on shaky legs to lead him to the shower. They wash one another off, trading soapy kisses and soft strokes on their skin.

They return to Shane’s bed, where he pulls Shane on top of him. Shane leans down, kissing him. Ilya tastes his toothpaste on his lips. “Best way to ring in the New Year.”

Ilya smiles at him. “I can’t wait to see what this year brings.”

-

Epilogue – April

Ilya is breathing heavily and he can’t stop grinning. They just won the NCAA National Title. His team is celebrating behind him, taking turns holding the cup. Wiebe asked him if he would do an interview for ESPN, which is where he finds himself now, in front of the cameras.

The interviewer, James, sticks the microphone in his face. “What an amazing season and game for Harvard. What does this mean for you and your team?”

Ilya nods. “It means everything. We have been working towards this for years now, and to be able to bring the title home means everything.”

“And how will the captain of the ice hockey team be celebrating tonight?”

Ilya looks back at his teammates, and he can some of them lifting Shane up now, who can’t stop laughing. This past semester has been nothing short of amazing. Having Shane by his side on and off the ice has made everything that much sweeter. His friends tease him relentlessly for Shane walking him like a dog, but he frankly does not care. Who wouldn’t let Shane walk them like a dog.

He turns back to the reporter. “I will be celebrating with my boyfriend and my teammates.”

The reporter balks. It’s an open secret among the colleges that Ilya is bisexual, and he had never really planned on making a statement since it’s no one’s business. But he doesn’t care anymore. He wants to scream it from the rooftops that he has the most amazing boyfriend.

“I’m sorry, did you say boyfriend?”

Ilya nods. “Yes, I am bisexual. That is not important. My team winning the title is way more important. I would like to talk about some of them now if that is okay.”

The reporter still looks a little dazed, like he can’t believe he just got that on live television but lets Ilya start highlighting some of his teammates.

Eventually, he’s cut loose, and he skates back over to his team. He sees Shane spot him, who has the most magnetic sparkle. Fuck it, he already came out on national TV, might as well seal the deal. He skates over to Shane. “Let me kiss you.”

Shane lets out an incredulous laugh. “What?”

Ilya shrugs. “I just came out during my interview. Wasn’t planning on it, but it happened. So now, I want to kiss you.”

Shane looks shocked. “Oh my god. Ilya, you didn’t have to do that.”

Ilya reaches for Shane. “I know, but it happened spur of the moment. Besides, I do not want to hide you when I am eventually drafted. Better to do it now, and everyone is used to it by this time next year.”

Shane swallows. Ilya can see the tears building in his eyes. “You’re a fucking lunatic.”

Ilya nods, grinning. “Yes, maybe. So, can I kiss you now?”

Shane wraps his arms around his neck, leaning up and kissing him. Ilya smiles into the kiss. He can hear his teammates cheering around them. The perfect ending to the perfect year.