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“What’s a girl to do on a lonely night in Montreal?”
Ilya hadn’t expected Shane to respond. After their rooftop kiss in Vegas he never initiated messages with Ilya anymore and would only sometimes text him back.
Boston had won against Montreal and as captain he would go out with his team to celebrate…unless.
His phone pinged, his heart leapt in his chest, just his brother. Now he needed a drink, if he wasn’t going to be distracted by freckles and the most erotic yet anally retentive strip tease he’d ever seen then a Montreal club and a random woman would have to do.
Cliff Marlow raised his shot glass to Ilya’s,
“Nostrovia!”, Marlow bellowed, impressed with himself.
Ilya was used to the butchered phrasing and pronunciation, not just from Marlow but from seemingly any American who bought him a shot. He echoed the attempt at the toast because he liked Marley and he didn’t really care to get into the nitty gritty of the Russian language with hockey players ever but especially in a loud club in Canada.
The rest of the team were spread out on the dance floor and in the vip area. A couple rookies were looking nervously at the bar menu and Ilya wondered if it was their first time ordering a legal drink. He was weighing up if being a corrupting influence and introducing the rooks to Jagerbombs and absinthe would be a fun time or if it would turn into a night of babysitting hockey players who can’t handle their liquor when his phone vibrated.
Alexei again.
“Too good to text your brother back? Win one game and think you’re hot shit. Your niece is starting piano lessons and we need to get her practice equipment and other essentials. Send money early this month”
He should have got on the dance floor and joined his teammates, there would be a pretty girl to take his mind off things but the alchemy of the alcohol and the atmosphere wasn’t quite there yet so instead he decided to rely on another vice of his.
“Fuck”, Ilya huffed. He started making his way out of the club.
“Everything okay, Roz?” Cliff put a hand on his shoulder.
“Yes, just need to get some cigarettes.”
“You want me to come with you?”
“No but thanks Marley. I don’t think I’ll be long.”
Ilya wasn’t surprised by his brother but it was still a gut punch. Every interaction with Alexei ultimately revolved around money, he resented Ilya for his wealth and success but not enough to stop trying to bleed him dry. He knew Ilya had a weakness for his niece and so more money would be sent whether it actually was spent on her or not. It always sideswiped him how cruel his brother could be whilst always insisting ‘more’. Next month or perhaps next week, a new demand would be issued and Ilya would fork over more cash and on and on it would go.
Instead of getting out his phone to navigate and risk seeing more abuse, Ilya started walking back in the general direction of the hotel. He thought he noticed a couple of open places on the taxi ride to the club. He didn’t mind getting a little lost on the way, and anyway the air might clear his head of Alexei and anyone else he shouldn’t be thinking about.
After about fifteen minutes of walking, Ilya saw a neon sign and crossed over the road to a 24 hour convenience store.
Behind the register was a bored college aged student scrolling her phone. Instead of interrupting her straight away, Ilya decided to browse before getting his nicotine fix.
It was about 11:30pm and no one else seemed to be in there. The only sounds were the low hum of the air conditioning and generic pop music playing faintly in the background. Ilya moved to the next aisle and saw a familiar profile staring intently at 2 jars of pasta sauce he had picked up.
“Hollander?”
Shane hastily put the jars down and whirled around.
“Fuck, Rozanov. You scared the shit out of me.”
Shane was wearing comfy sweats with a hoodie. He had an empty basket by his feet and a notebook page of paper in his hand.
“What are you doing here?” Shane asked crumpling the paper in his hand.
“We had game remember? I beat you.”
Ilya’s eyes settled on Shane’s balled up fist.
“What are you hiding? Is love letter for me?”
“Fuck off!” Shane said reflexively turning his body away from Ilya.
“Let me see.” Ilya put his hand out expectantly. He didn’t go to pry it from his hand, confident that Shane would give in.
The piece of paper was sheepishly dropped into Ilya’s awaiting palm. Ilya opened it.
“It’s just a shopping list?”
“Yeah so give it back and go buy your cigarettes or whatever and leave me alone.”
“Not a very warm welcome to guest in your country. I heard Canadians were friendly. The Queen will be very disappointed in you.”
Shane laughed despite himself and shook his head.
“C’mon, I’ll help you shop.”
Shane narrowed his eyes and looked at Ilya’s silk shirt and tight pants.
“Aren’t you supposed to be celebrating with your team? Do you really want to waste a chunk of your night with me running errands?”
Yes, Ilya thought. How perfectly boring and exactly what I want. Instead he shrugs.
“I like food shopping in different countries. You can show me best Canadian snacks.”
Ilya picks up the basket by Shane’s feet and keeps hold of the shopping list. Shane stares for a moment and gives a resigned shrug.
“Okay, blueberries. Where do we go?” Ilya pointed to the list.
Shane walked him over to a fridge near the entrance. He spotted the blueberries and started investigating the punnets to see which pack looked the most appetising.
Ilya smiled at Shane’s thoughtful expression, he was carefully eyeballing the best option before finally deciding and dropping the chosen fruit into the basket. It was like going to the store with an old woman, it was wonderful.
“Scallions. It’s those, yes?” Ilya pointed in the direction diagonally opposite from where they stood.
Ilya didn’t dare pick up a bunch or choose for Shane after watching the painstaking decision process from before.
“Luckily this place is open 24 hours” Ilya chirped as different bunches of scallions were compared at leisure by Shane.
“Yeah it’s great” he absentmindedly replied before he took in Ilya’s smirk and got the underlining meaning that he was taking a long time.
“Fuck off” Shane said with no heat, whacking Ilya lightly with the perfectly chosen greens. They stood smiling at each other for just a moment longer than they’d normally feel comfortable with.
Ilya was enjoying himself. Somehow bumping into each other at a store late at night made it neutral territory for both of them. Neither of them seemed to feel the need to hide anything because there wasn’t anything to hide. Everybody needs to go food shopping and they do know each other after all.
“What are convenience stores like in Russia?”
“Not as many different brand options as here or America. But the usual chips, soda, candy.”
“Any foods you can’t get in Boston that you miss from back home?”
“At first yes. I missed pelmeni, these are like dumplings, so good. And sushki which is sort of like cracker or a pretzel. I didn’t even like them that much before I left Russia but when I couldn’t have them I craved them.”
“You don’t miss them anymore?”
“When I first moved to Boston, I didn’t know anything or anyone. I’d practice, play games in different cities, watch tv to improve my English and go out with my team. I didn’t really get to know Boston until a few months of living there.
I wanted to practice English with people who didn’t play hockey so I started to explore my neighbourhood and I found a Russian supermarket.”
“That must have been nice”.
“It sucked, they had hardly anything - I think it might have been a front or something. But that made me start to ask around and look up different places. Turns out there were Russian delis and other non Bratva run Russian grocery stores.”
Shane’s eyes were warm and focused, like he was filing away important information.
Ilya cleared his throat,
“Where to next? For the ramen.”
Shane led the way again.
“Which type do you get?” Ilya gestured at the noodles.
“Usually Buldak” Shane pointed at the brand.
“Not the mean chicken, he makes noodles that will kill you.”
“What?” Shane laughed the word out.
“That bird. I know not to get the flavours where his face is sweating or crying, I’m not crazy. But I got a happy faced flavour once, I can’t remember which one and the bird tricked me. My lips were on fire, and I had to drink a gallon of milk. My stomach has never hated me so much.” Ilya looked strangely serious despite what he just said.
Even though what Ilya said was ridiculous, Shane understood what he meant. The brand of noodles had a cartoon bird on each packet with different expressions depending on the spice level. He had a pretty high heat tolerance but there were a couple of eye watering flavours of the Buldak ramen that he wouldn’t touch again with a barge pole. He never struggled with any of the “happy faced” chicken flavours though, it felt nice to finally have something over the Russian.
“Too spicy for you, huh? Need something a bit more boring for your palate.” Shane said with almost too much glee.
“Shut up. I am normal, you are the weird guy who enjoys tongue and asshole being punished by evil bird.”
Shane stifled a snort.
“Okay, no Buldak. What about these, seem safe to you?” Shane picked up some noodles he knew weren’t especially spicy.
Ilya nodded with a small smile on his lips and looked back at the list.
“Why do eggs have five question marks next to them?”
“Well, I wanted to get ramen for a late night snack but what I really wanted was ramen with a fried egg on top. But from tomorrow I’m on the road for three weeks and I don’t want the rest of the carton of eggs to go bad and waste them so I thought I’d decide when I got here.” Shane looked embarrassed by his silly dilemma.
“Fuck, now I really want ramen with a fried egg. Hotel has kettle so I can do the ramen but no way to fry an egg. I see your problem, Hollander. But the eggs will probably last in fridge, we will check expiration dates.”
Ilya was taking his non-problem problem seriously and Shane was strangely touched.
“You could come over to my place and that way we both get ramen with fried eggs and you help me make more of a dent in the carton.”
“You’re inviting me to your place?”
Shane shrugs and smiles.
“Why not? There will be no scary chicken, it will be completely safe for you.”
By way of agreement, Ilya picked up carton of eggs, checked none were cracked and led them back to get more ramen. Their shoulders brushed for a moment walking back to the now familiar aisle.
“Anything else you want with it?” Shane asked.
They were in front of the condiments and Ilya went to grab a bottle of Sriracha. Perhaps in part to prove to Shane that he could handle some spice.
Shane gently pushed his hand away from the bottle, his cheeks turning pink at the touch.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to. It’s just I’ve already got some at home.”
“S’okay” Ilya smiled warmly and rubbed his thumb over Shane’s before they quickly pulled their hands away.
They moved to the toiletries aisle and Shane picked up floss, this was on the list. Ilya picked up a toothbrush and dropped it in the basket, this was not on the list. Shane flushed again and they locked eyes before looking down at each other’s lips and lower still before looking away.
“Fun snack. Why three question marks?”
This was partly why Shane tried to hide the list from him, he knew he would be teased.
“Doesn’t matter, I don’t need it. We can go to the register now.”
“What is fun snack? Do the question marks mean the same thing as the eggs. You worry about it spoiling so you might not buy?”
Shane takes a breath and stares at the linoleum.
“Sometimes, if I know I’m saying fuck it to my diet, I will try a new snack. There’s always a new flavour of Oreos or some other junk food being released so I’ll see what’s new when I browse. I don’t know what I’ll get until I see it in the store.”
“Wow. Evel Knievel. You are daredevil. I did not know I was dealing with someone who lives so dangerously.”
“Shut up.” Shane started tugging at the basket in the direction of the register.
“No, we need fun snacks. Take me to them.”
They picked up some birthday cake flavour Oreos, an anniversary release. And though not a new snack to Shane, a bag of All Dressed chips for Ilya’s Canadian snack education.
Ilya wanted a coke as Shane only had ginger ale and they saw a mystery flavour soda which Ilya insisted they try.
“Is ultimate fun snack question mark question mark question mark. We don’t even know what it is when we’re looking right at it.”
They made their way to the register. The college age girl barely looked up as she scanned the items, if she did recognise them she wasn’t interested. Ilya paid and took the bags before Shane could object.
They walked out through the automatic doors, a chime sounding an as they exited. “You didn’t have to do that. I can at least take the bags.”
“S’no problem. Besides you are making me dinner, is least I can do.”
Shane led the way to his apartment a few blocks away. As they got nearer, his stomach clenched. They were no longer in the safety of the store, Rozanov was carrying their shared groceries to his house. He remembered why he only sporadically texted him back. Whatever their meet-ups were, no matter how enjoyable, they left Shane unmoored and often left him wanting for something he felt he had no right to want.
Instead of taking him in through the front door, Shane led Ilya to the back stairwell. They silently walked up the stairs, all the easiness from the store gone.
After Shane let them in, Ilya let his eyes rove over the open plan space. He put the groceries down on the kitchen island whilst Shane took off his shoes.
Ilya slipped his own shoes off quickly, a little abashed that he hadn’t thought to ask, and brought them over to put next to Shane’s. They were close now, hearts beating fast. Ilya looked at Shane who tried to look away, Ilya held his chin. They both took a deep breath.
Ilya kissed him gently, holding himself back from pressing into Shane’s body.
“Is okay?” Ilya pulled back searching Shane’s face.
Shane nodded and pulled Ilya to him, kissing desperately feeling all the months of distance fall away. A moan came unbidden from somewhere deep within him.
Ilya lifted him up, wrapping his legs around his hips.
“Bedroom?”
Shane wrenched himself away from Ilya’s lips briefly to nod in the right direction before his tongue caressed with Ilya’s again with an almost painful need.
Ilya placed him gently on the bed. They still had not had penetrative sex yet, Ilya didn’t want to push him. Especially remembering Shane’s dejected expression on the rooftop when Ilya had been so cold to him. He couldn’t let that thought settle, not when he had him in his arms again.
Ilya pulled off Shane’s sweats, kissing newly exposed skin. Licking over freckles and fresh bruises from their hockey game earlier.
Shane pulled Ilya back up to his mouth, gently biting his bottom lip and inhaling his scent. He unbuttoned the shirt holding his hand firmly over taut muscle, rubbing at Ilya’s nipple before pawing at his belt. Ilya pulled open his own belt and pants, shuffling them down his legs.
Ilya kissed his neck, a small graze of teeth stopping himself from biting at him. He wanted to devour him, put him back together and do it all over again. They did not have much time, they never did. Ilya kissed his way down Shane’s torso, lightly stroking over Shane’s hardness in his boxers.
“Fuck, Rozanov”.
“Tell me what you want, Hollander”.
Ilya kissed Shane’s thighs at the hem of his boxer briefs. His nose nuzzling only briefly on his aching cock.
“Please”, He gasped out.
“I’m so -“ “Please just -“
Ilya waited knowing exactly what Shane wanted but delighted in urging him to say it.
Ilya’s hands moved to Shane’s nipples, he took one in his mouth licking and holding it ever so delicately between his teeth.
“Use your mouth”
“I am using my mouth” Ilya softly stroked his other nipple with his tongue.
“On my -“ Shane was struggling to get the words out, delirious with want rather than embarrassment.
“Take my dick in your mouth”
Ilya slid down Shane’s body now, kissed and licked him through his boxers before tugging them down. He took Shane’s tip into his mouth, licking at the head before taking him in deeper.
“Fuck, Rozanov. That’s so good.” Shane stroked tenderly at Ilya’s curls, wrapping tendrils around his finger with reverence despite his all consuming lust. He was leaking with precum. He was desperate for this but he wanted Ilya in his mouth too.
“Let me suck you too. Please” Shane’s eyes were wide, his cheeks almost red he was so flushed.
Ilya pulled off his own briefs. He made his way back up his body and kissed Shane deeply, moaning as he got him to taste the early signs of his own arousal.
Ilya laid down on his side towards the head of the bed as Shane turned his body to the foot of the bed adjusting and angling their faces to reach each other’s hardness. Shane kissed and licked at Ilya’s cock so sweetly, the sight had him holding himself back from saying something too devoted.
Internally, he let himself think it. ‘Moy kotenok. Moy.’
Shane was closer to the brink and so Ilya slowed his pace and kissed away from his throbbing groin, nipping and licking at his stomach before taking him into his mouth again.
“Fuck, Rozanov. I’m going to cum.”
“Can you wait for me, Hollander? I’m almost there, your pretty mouth is taking me so well”.
Shane’s neck pulses and he nods with strain,
“Yes, anything for y-“ He cuts himself off from saying the last word.
“Need to cum with you so badly”.
Shane takes him deeper, eyes watering as he tries to relax his throat. He almost finds this as erotic as his own length being expertly sucked, he wants so desperately to please this impossible, beautiful man. The act of worship is such a turn on for him.
“Not sure I can hold on for much longer, are you close?” Shane’s breath is ragged as he pulls away to get the words out.
Ilya is about ready to burst, precum weeping. The utter want in Shane’s voice is another form of caress, it makes him briefly consider trying to drag this out forever but he can only hold himself back for so long. His release is imminent.
“I’m going to cum, Hollander. Cum with me.”
Shane breaks first, a moan rasping out of him. Ilya is close behind, a growl and perhaps a Russian epithet judders from him. They shake and moan through their orgasms, swallowing each other’s warmth and pulling away with an almost choreographed kiss to the thighs they’ve been tightly grasping at.
“Fuck. So good. So fucking good.” Shane breathes into the mattress.
Ilya laughs and rubs at Shane’s neck. Shane laughs too, giving a peck to Ilya’s calf.
“I need to shower but you can go first if you want.” Shane sits himself up.
Ilya gets the sense that the stickiness and sweat will bother Shane if he leaves it too long.
“You go first, I’ll have one after.”
Shane walks through to the en-suite. He has no clothes to strip and so he gets in and doesn’t wait for the rainfall shower to warm up and let’s the water spray over him, enjoying the few seconds of cold before the heat comes through. He’s still sensitive but he cleans his groin thoroughly along with the rest of his body. At the moment he’s spent but he wants to be ready for round two if Rozanov is up for it. He gets out of the shower, drying himself quickly and wrapping a towel around his waist.
When he returns to his room, the bed is empty and he can’t see Ilya’s clothes. He sighs, they’ve always at least said goodbye after hookups. He reasons to himself that they’re casual, if that, and they don’t do meals together so he shouldn’t have got his hopes up. He gets into clean sweats and makes his way to the kitchen to put away the eggs he now regrets buying.
“You’re still here” Shane says to himself in a whisper.
Ilya is shirtless wearing only his briefs. Shane must have somehow not spotted his clothes in the tangle of bed covers. Ilya dusts his hands together after closing the fridge door.
“I put away everything I could apart from the ramen ingredients and any bathroom stuff.”
Ilya had left out the eggs, the scallions and the ramen. He had also found soy sauce and sriracha in the cupboards and put them next to the other ingredients on the island.
“You can shower whilst I make it” Shane started to get out a pot and a frying pan.
“After. I will fry the eggs. I’m really good at eggs. You want one or two?” Ilya looked around for the oil, seemingly wanting to familiarise himself with the kitchen rather than to ask where things are.
“Uh, two I guess. Thanks. I’ll chop the scallions and put the water on.”
Shane grabbed a chopping board and knife and stood next to Ilya at the island who had found a bowl and cracked the eggs into it. Shane found himself a little surprised that he didn’t crack them straight into the hot oil of the pan. He was savouring these little flashes of information that he learned about Ilya just by silently moving around the kitchen together.
When the water had boiled Shane added the noodles and the seasoning. Ilya started to heat the frying pan on another burner.
Both of them needed to keep an eye on what they were doing as the eggs could easily overcook and the water evaporated fast which could leave Shane with a noodle scrubbing headache later. Despite this they both seemed to remember something at the same time and went to move quickly in each other’s direction.
Their bodies brushed into each other. Ilya couldn’t help but lean in for a kiss, a lingering kiss on his mouth before making his way to the fridge. Shane pressed his fingers to his own lips briefly before walking over to the cupboard on the other side and grabbed a jar of something.
They both made their way back to the hob.
“I normally add this to my eggs when they’re cooking but I can just put some in my
bowl if you don’t like it.”
Shane held up a jar of Lao Gan Ma chilli crisp.
“How spicy? Crying bird or - ?”
“It’s not really hot, it’s more the texture. It’s definitely not hotter than sriracha”.
“Okay, I trust you. Add to perfect eggs.”
Shane’s shy smile lit up his face as he spooned over chilli crisp over their eggs. Ilya again couldn’t resist giving him a kiss.
They turned the burners off. Shane grabbed the bowls whilst Ilya found the forks. Shane dished the ramen up mixing in scallions then Ilya topped the noodles with the eggs.
They sat at stools next to each other at the kitchen island.
Shane waited for Ilya to take a bite before digging into his own bowl.
Ilya lifted a thumbs up whilst chewing.
“That crispy chilli is so good. Remind me to take a picture of the jar, that is going on everything.”
Shane was delighted and let himself enjoy his food now that he knew that Ilya liked it.
“Perfect eggs. Just like you said.” Shane wiped off a smudge of sauce from Ilya’s top lip and without thinking he licked at his sauced finger.
Ilya stared at the finger and then at Shane’s lips. He shook his head and his eyes landed on what he got from the fridge earlier.
“Oh shit, I forgot”. He leapt up and quickly found glasses and poured a blue concoction into one for each of them.
“We need to try mystery fun drink” Ilya passed a glass to Shane and then clinked it.
Shane looked horrified but took a sip anyway.
They both coughed. Ilya stuck his tongue out,
“Blyat”
Shane pushed the glass far away from him.
“What the hell is that?”
“Is colour of antifreeze and tastes like it too. Maybe that’s the mystery flavour?”
“I’m glad I didn’t let you convince me to buy a can each. Maybe I can pour the rest down the sink as drain cleaner.”
“I don’t think you should do that to Montreal’s water supply.”
They didn’t dare have another sip but they took a sniff or two after they had finished their ramen.
Still sat at the island, their legs kept finding each other.
“But seriously what could the flavour be? Pepsi aren’t legally allowed to sell weed killer as a drink are they?” Shane passed the Oreos to Ilya after taking one for himself.
“Maybe in America but not in Canada I don’t think. Your country seems to have higher standards for what you put in your bodies.”
“Well, I don’t know about that”
Shane’s raised his eyebrows and let his eyes fall over Ilya’s crotch before flashing him a shy grin as his ears pinked at his own innuendo.
Ilya let out a surprised laugh but he stood quickly, crowding Shane against the kitchen island still sat on the stool.
“Fuck, Hollander. Does anyone else know how filthy you are?”
Ilya bit at Shane’s bottom lip. He didn’t really want to know if the answer to his question was yes.
Shane shook his head and in a whisper that Ilya could hear this time said,
“Only you.”
Ilya kissed him deeply before nipping at his neck. With a huge effort, he pulled himself back. Shane flushed and panting made his resolve weaken but he held firm.
“I must shower”.
He was suddenly aware how clean Shane was, he must have brushed his teeth when he had a shower because despite the ramen and the terrible blue drink there was a freshness to his breath that Ilya doubted his own had at this moment.
He grabbed the toothbrush he bought from the store from the other end of the island and picked up his phone too.
“Sure, I’ll clean up here.” Shane said with some hesitation.
He was unsure if this was Rozanov getting ready to leave and wash the night off him or if he felt like Shane had and wanted to get clean before getting dirty again. The toothbrush was a good sign he thought, yes he would need to have a shower before returning to his roommate but he could get away with not brushing his teeth until he got back to the hotel, so maybe this was for him.
“No deep cleaning. I’ll be quick. I’m not done with you yet.”
Ilya said this with such assurance as if he could read Shane’s thoughts. Perhaps he could, how else could he make him feel this way.
“Hollander.” Ilya called from the bedroom.
He had showered and brushed his teeth in record time, Shane hadn’t even finished washing up but he quickly rinsed his hands and dried them off, he stopped himself from breaking into a run but he got himself into the bedroom pretty fast anyway not bothering to fully disguise his eagerness.
Ilya was standing naked, unsure whether Shane would be bothered by his still damp body on his sheets. Shane launched himself at him, kissing Ilya so hard that his knees hit against the bottom of the bed. He let himself fall back onto it now that Shane had steered him here.
Shane kissed his way down Ilya’s glistening body, he couldn’t believe he had free rein to nip and lick this perfect canvass. He was already hard just from getting to paint this man with kisses, he knew his own cock would be leaking precum when he took Ilya into his mouth and so his descent was slow, an agonising tease for the both of them. Ilya huffed out breath like his airways were constricted, half hard but every brush of Shane’s lips against him had blood rushing to his dick.
A phone ringing, neither paying any attention at first not wanting anything to tear them away from this moment. It wasn’t until it rang off and started ringing again that they pried themselves from each other.
Ilya grabbed at his phone on the bedside table and picked it up. It was Cliff.
“Roz! Finally! Where are you? The rookies got too wasted, Briggsy needed his stomach pumped -“
“Is he okay?”
“Yeah he’s fine, the lightweight, but coach was called and now he’s on the warpath. When he’s back from the hospital he’s going to do room checks to make sure no one’s missed curfew.
“Fuck, okay. I’ll be back soon. Thanks for letting me know, Marley.”
“No problem, just be quick.”
They hung up.
“That was - “
Shane hadn’t heard the whole conversation but got the gist, their night was over.
Yes, he was still turned on but the disappointment he felt about their night abruptly ending was chipping away at that feeling.
He felt a bit stupid for caring so much. They had shopped, hooked up and made dinner together, they chatted casually over their meal as if they had all the time in the world, as if they were on a normal date and could actually be something. Shane pinched himself for letting himself get carried away, for forgetting that they were nothing to one another. No, that wasn’t quite true, not for him - he had to hide that unrequited ache, push it back down and pretend.
“It’s okay. It’s late anyway so…” Shane looked away, trying to hide his disappointment. He was sat at the end of the bed, glad he was still dressed.
“Hollander.” Ilya got up and brushed his thumb against Shane’s cheek.
“Don’t worry I get it, you probably have an early flight and I know how my coach can be about curfew -“
Ilya cut him off with a kiss.
“We’ll have to be quick, should be no problem for you”
“Fuck off” Shane chirped but the relief in his voice rang out. Ilya pulled him up so that they were both standing.
As they kissed, Ilya pulled Shane’s sweat pants and underwear down in one fell swoop. Shane pulled off his shirt.
They grabbed at each other’s cocks, rubbing against each other desperately.
Ilya brought his hand over Shane’s.
“Here. Let me”.
Shane let go and Ilya stroked them both, slicking their lengths and mixing together each other’s precum. Shane dropped his head to Ilya’s chest, kissing so lightly despite his need. Ilya kissed the top of his head, taking in the smell of the same shampoo that he had used not long ago glad that he would smell like him when he went to bed tonight.
Shane kissed him again, his hips were bucking now. He was hard and leaking and he would normally have come undone by now but the noise of his thoughts were still there, ‘we’re not anything.’
Ilya was ready to cum but could feel Shane was not quite there and he wanted them to get off together. Ilya had noticed how crestfallen Shane looked when Marley had called, and despite how much they both needed this release, there was still a shadow of this pain on his face. Ilya knew how to distract Shane.
“How long?”
“Sorry, I’m nearly there. It feels good.”
“Not that, Hollander. If I wasn’t there, how long would you have spent checking all the produce in the store?”
“What?” Shane breathed out confused, the attempted chirp shifted something, he was back in his body and out of his head so he wasn’t quite following.
“Like babushka from old country, checking you were getting the best deal. Ready to speak to the manager to get your old age discount.”
“Shut the fuck up” but Shane was laughing and somehow this was working, he was close.
Ilya stroked harder, he could feel Shane was on the cusp.
“You must have been so disappointed?”
This was bait and Shane knew it but he couldn’t help himself.
“Disappointed about what?” The gasp only betrayed delight.
“That you forgot your coupons.”
Shane batted Ilya’s hands away and took over, determined to have the control back.
“Such a fucking asshole, are you going to cum, Rozanov? Or are you too busy thinking about me to focus on cumming with me?”
“Fuck, Hollander.”
He erupted thick ropes and Shane followed soon after.
They both laughed, Ilya kissed him again.
“That was hot. I have to get cleaned up and go. Fuck” Ilya shook his head, there was a warm crinkle in his eye that Shane didn’t normally get to see when they were readying up to leave each other for the night.
He brought his clothes and phone into the bathroom, booked a cab and jumped into the shower to rinse off. He really did have to go soon, if Coach caught him coming back so late there would be hell to pay.
Shane was dressed and in the kitchen,
arms folded as he stood by the kitchen island.
“So, see you next game I guess.” He sounded more guarded now.
Ilya moved to kiss him again and grabbed something from behind Shane’s back.
“I’ll take the chips, can be my cover story if I’m not in my room yet.”
Shane laughed.
“Wow, a real spy. Didn’t know I was dealing with a KGB agent.”
His wall was back down again and they kissed a couple more times before Ilya wrenched himself away.
“Goodnight, Hollander. Thanks for dinner.”
“Goodnight, thanks for the groceries.”