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Lily : Go in guest bedroom ;)
Shane stared down at his phone, a look of confusion on his face. What did that mean? Was it some kind of weird Ilya foreplay?
He’d been untying his skates after another long practice, listening to JJ boast loudly about some stupid date he went on with a girl last week, when his phone, which was laying next to him on the bench, lit up with a message.
It was typical of Ilya of course. If that man wasn’t on the ice or in the gym, he was on his phone. Either texting Shane (more like sexting) or trying to beat yet another level of Candy Crush like a middle aged mother of three.
Shane read over the text a couple more times before texting back.
Jane : Guest bedroom?
Jane : What does that mean?
Jane : Do you mean the one in my apartment?
Lily : So many questions Jane
Lily : But yes
Lily : Apartment
Shane rolls his eyes at the lack of punctuation. Grammar and punctuation hadn’t been created just for fucking Ilya Rozanov to completely ignore and do whatever he wanted. In any other situation, Shane would’ve pestered the man about it, corrected him and probably got some kind of sassy response in return. But right now, he was more invested in what Ilya meant.
The Russian had stayed at his about a week ago when the Boston Bears had played against the Montreal Voyaguers but Shane hadn’t seen Ilya sneak off to the guest bedroom in his luxurious apartment. He would’ve realised…right? Unless Ilya had snook off whilst Shane was too blissed out after a couple of rounds to even care.
Shane shook his head and ignored the text as he made his way over to the showers as soon as he was undressed. After a quick shower, where he made sure to wash every single part of his body thoroughly, he walked out, towel low on his hips. Most of his teammates had left already, except Hayden who was still pulling on his clothes.
Shane walked past him and to his locker where he dried off and pulled on his own clothes.
“Boston Lily has been blowing up your phone, man,” Hayden laughs as he swings his bag over his shoulder, “Text the poor girl back.”
And with that, Hayden ruffled Shane’s hair and left the locker room. Shane smiled to himself as he grabbed his phone and checked his messages.
Lily : You leave me on read
Lily : Really?
Lily : Do you not love me anymore :(
Shane scrolled further down, shaking his head at his clingy boyfriend.
Lily : Moya lyubov :(
Lily : Kotyonok
Lily : Solnyshko
Shane’s stomach did that stupid flutter as Ilya referred to him by those stupid Russian nicknames. He could hear him saying the words, quietly and in almost a growl which usually only really came out when he spoke Russian.
Jane : I was taking a shower.
Jane : Practice just finished.
Jane : I’ll be home in about 20 minutes or so.
Lily : Send photo? ;)
Jane : Fuck you.
Lily : No
Lily : I fuck you
Lily : Now go home
Shane rolls his eyes but still does as he was told. He couldn’t help it. Ilya had that sort of effect on him.
So he quickly packed up his things, slipped on a black hoodie, which may or may not belong to Ilya, and jogged out to his perfectly sensible car. He drove as quickly as he could. Well, as quickly as any law abiding citizen would, which meant going the speed limit and making sure that no laws were broken.
However, as soon as he had parked, Shane was out and running up the stairs to his apartment. He fumbled with his keys for a while before finally slipping them into the hole and twisting the key. Shane pushed the door open and slammed it behind him. Dropping his bag, he carefully toed off his shoes and slipped into some slippers.
Finally. FINALLY, he made it to the guest bedroom. At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. It looked like it always did which was empty because no one ever used it unless his parents were staying over or, on the one off chance that Rose was in Montreal and wanted to hang out with Shane.
Then his eyes landed on it; an oddly shaped box lying on the middle of the bed. What the fuck was it? Had it been there since Ilya was last in Montreal? Carefully, Shane reached for the box and opened it from one side. He tipped the box cautiously so that whatever was inside could fall out onto the bed.
What fell out, was a rolled up piece of paper.
Shane reached for it and slowly unravelled it, his jaw dropping slightly as soon as he saw what it was. It was a poster of Ilya. Of course it fucking was. That cocky bastard left a five foot poster of himself for Shane.
Now Shane wouldn’t lie to himself, it was an attractive photo. It was a photo he’d seen thousands of times before as it was taken straight from the Bears’ website where they listed all of their current players. Not like Shane frequented that website or anything…
Jane : Why the fuck did you leave me a poster of yourself?
Jane : Why would I want this?
Jane : What the fuck am I supposed to do with it?
Lily : Ah so many questions
Jane : Tell me!
Lily : You put it above bed
Lily : I watch over and protect you while you sleep
Shane smiled slightly. That was sweet…kind of. It didn’t last long though since Ilya had already sent another message, a dirtier one.
Lily : And so I can watch you when you touch yourself
Jane : Are you serious right now?
Lily : Yes
Lily : Is hot right?
Lily : You put poster up in room and touch yourself to big photo of me and big photo of me watches
Jane : You’re actually disgusting.
Jane : I’m not doing that.
Lily : Why not :(
Lily : Is good idea
Shane chews on his bottom lip as he thinks about it. It’s not a bad idea in all honesty…it was kind of hot if you think about it. Shane shook his head. What was he thinking? What had Ilya turned him into? He can’t just have a poster of his supposed rival hanging up in his bedroom! What if someone sees?
Jane : It’s stupid and dangerous!
Jane : What if someone sees it?
Not even a minute passes before he gets a reply.
Lily : Someone? You bringing other men into your room?
Jane : What!
Jane : Of course not!
Lily : Hmm okay
Lily : I believe you
Lily : Now put up poster
Jane : Fuck you!
Shane sat on the guest bed, contemplating if he should it. He was weighing out the pros and cons of the situation.
Pros: Ilya would be happy, the idea was a little exciting, maybe MAYBE it would help Shane jerk off better
Cons: Someone could see it
But then yet again, no one ever enters his bedroom other than himself and Ilya…
“Fuck it,” Shane whispers to himself as he wipes his sweaty hands on his pants and stands up.
Ten minutes later, with a lot of struggle and Blue Tack, the poster was up. He’d hung it up opposite the bed and not above it like Ilya had told him to, it made more sense right? It still felt like Ilya was standing over him and he could get a better view if he ever did decide to jerk off to it.
Ashamed, Shane took out his phone, snapped a photo and sent it to Ilya.
Jane : [Image attached]
Jane : Happy?
Lily : Good boy
Jane : Don’t call me that.
Lily : But you love it so much
Lily : You love being my good boy
Shane blushed at that and looked up at the poster opposite; it really wasn’t helping his situation at all. His dick was straining against the restraints of both his underwear and sweatpants, practically begging to be touched.
Lily : You hard?
Lily : I am
Leave it to Ilya to be straightforward and fluster Shane even more.
Shane : Maybe.
Lily : I forgot you suck at sexting
Lily : Not only thing you suck
Shane could barely hold it together at this point. He felt the need to question where and when Ilya learnt the word ‘sexting’ but he decided to ignore it for now and sit up against the many pillows he had against his bed’s headboard.
Pressing the palm of his hand to his bulge, he looked up at the poster of Ilya. God this man was gonna be the end of him.
Lily : Talk to me moya lyubov
Shane breathes out. Fine he’ll do this, JUST because he hasn’t seen Ilya in over a week and he’s feeling so desperate that he might explode.
Jane : What do you want to know?
Lily : Are you touching yourself?
Shane squirms against his bed, wriggling himself out of his sweatpants and boxers to reveal his hard dick. He lets his hand wrap around himself, squeezing enough to give him a small amount of pleasure.
Jane : Yes.
Lily : Your dick?
Jane : Yes.
That’s all Shane could really type with one hand.
Lily : Fuck
Lily : Me too
Lily : [Image attached]
Shane gasped at the photo of Ilya’s dick. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen it obviously. It wasn’t even the first time he’d seen a photo of the man’s dick because Ilya just loved teasing him with photos of himself fully hard and literally leaking for Shane.
He shivered and made the grave mistake of looking up. Poster Ilya glared down at him with a look that Shane had seen so many times during face-off; it was between a serious face and a grin. How Ilya was able to pull that off was beyond Shane.
Shane let out a pathetic whine as he gathered some pre-cum from the tip of his cock with his thumb, spreading it over the rest of himself to use as makeshift lube. Ilya’s spit was obviously better but he had to make do for now. Ilya. Fuck he forgot to text him back.
Jane : Fuck, you’re so hot.
Jane : I need you in me please.
Jane : [Image attached]
Lily : Fuck so wet for me
Lily : Look at poster and cum, Shane
Shane nodded to himself and looked up. He made eye contact with poster Ilya and gave his dick a small squeeze. The whimper that came out of him sounded borderline pathetic, more like an animal in heat than a human.
The longer he looked at the poster, the more his thoughts drifted back to that night in Vegas where Ilya made him touch himself whilst he watched. Fuck, the Canadian had never been so turned on in his life before that. Now was different.
Now Ilya was really his. All of the blonde belonged to Shane and vice versa. The thought alone made more blood rush to his already hard dick.
“Fuck, Ilya,” Shane moaned into his empty room as he felt his orgasm nearing.
He grunted allowing himself to bask in the pleasure before he was spilling all over his own hand and stomach. Shane laid back and panted, slowly coming down from his high.
He sent a photo to Ilya, wanting to show the man that he had done as he was told before cleaning himself up. Ilya sent one back.
Lily : I love you
Shane smiled and replied.
Jane : I love you too.
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Weeks passed and Shane hadn’t given the poster much thought. Yes, it was still hanging up in his room and yes, it shockingly helped him sleep at night but that wasn’t relevant.
The NHL Gods had blessed not only Shane but also Ilya with a three day break in the middle of the season. Naturally, Ilya travelled from Boston to Montreal to join Shane on this little break.
“I am here!” Ilya calls out loudly as soon as he stepped into Shane’s apartment.
Shane dropped the knife he’d been using and instantly ran over to Ilya, hugging him tightly and pulling him down into a heated kiss. Ilya grunted, throwing the bag he had in his hand and instead wrapping his hands around Shane’s waist, pulling him closer. The kiss was all tongue and teeth before Shane pulled away, a blush covering his freckled cheeks.
“I missed you,” Shane whispers, a little embarrassed.
“Oh really?” Ilya grins cockily, raising his eyebrows slightly.
“Fuck you!” Shane slaps Ilya’s chest and pulls away from him.
“No!” The Russian pulled Shane back into his chest and started to suck on the sensitive area under his jaw, “Sorry, I missed you too.”
Shane hums just as Ilya started pulling him along to the bedroom. As soon as he was laying on the bed, Shane started to pull his shirt off. He wanted, no, NEEDED Ilya so fucking badly. His whole body was practically vibrating at the thought of the man taking him.
Ilya stood over him, at the end of the bad, pulling his own shirt off over his head. Shane made the grave mistake of looking behind the other man and, just like weeks prior, making eye contact with poster Ilya. His whole body froze.
Fuck.
What was Ilya gonna say? Was he gonna make fun of Shane for it? Was he gonna tease him? It was embarrassing, after all, for Shane to have a poster of his boyfriend (and supposed rival) up in his room.
Ilya realised that Shane hadn’t moved at all even after he had taken off his jeans to reveal the evident bulge in his tight, black briefs. Slowly, he turned around.
Laughter echoed in the room as Ilya saw what Shane had been looking at. One of his hands flew up to cover his wide smile.
“Hello, me,” Ilya greeted the poster then turned to look at the man on the bed, “You are dirty man, Shane Hollander.”
Ilya was on top of him in seconds, gently pinning down his arms next to his head, “Did you touch yourself to poster?”
“Fuck you,” a raised eyebrow from Ilya made him cave in, “Yes…a couple of times.”
All the man could say in response was a groaned ‘fuck’.
After a much needed round or two, Shane went back into the kitchen, wanting to finish what he’d been cooking before Ilya had interrupted with his arrival. It was pasta, mom’s recipe.
Arms wrapped around his midsection and a head fell down onto his shoulder, “Yuna’s recipe, hm?”
Shane nodded in reply as he continued mixing the sauce, “It’s not exactly the same. I was missing like two ingredients but it should be edible.”
“Like you.”
Shane didn’t respond to that.
“Ya tebya lyublyu,” Ilya whispered, low and raspy.
“Ya tebya lyublyu,” Shane couldn’t resist replying this time in his horrible Russian.
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Once the three days were up and Ilya had left, Shane opened up his laptop and searched up Shane Hollander poster.
He picked the first one where he looked hot and not like he was about to have a panic attack and bought it, typing in Ilya’s address at checkout. He was set on getting back at the other.
Days later, Shane knew that Ilya had received it.
Lily : Shane
Lily : [Image attached]
Lily : You send me poster of you as revenge?
Jane : Yes.
Jane : It’s only fair.
Lily : Very
Lily : I will cum to it
Lily : Or on it
Shane grinned to himself just as two more messages came through.
Lily : Is not as good as real thing
Lily : Cannot see freckles