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The energy on the bus was electric, the whole team riding high from their victory over Montreal. They were on fire that night Ilya and Shane both scored two goals as well as one from Haas. And with great work being done by Hayes Montreal was not able to get a single goal on them. The only down side to the night was not being able to go out and celebrate their win. They had to drive back to Ottawa tonight to make their early flight for the next morning to New York.
But even so the team was still finding ways to celebrate. Coach looked the other way when they brought a case of beer on the bus. With a small warning to have fun but not to go overboard as they did have a game tomorrow.
The music is blaring as the guys keep hollering back and forth to each other about the game. While all of them are indulging in their drinks. Even Shane lets himself have two beers as he talks with Hazy through the seats in front of him and Ilya.
They are about an hour into the drive when Ilya calls over to Bood telling him to pass him back another can. Bood calls back, “Are you sure man that like, your sixth one? We don’t want our captain getting too wasted.”
Ilya just rolls his eyes at that. “Please you really think your cheap Canadian beer will get me drunk?”
That gets a laugh out of Bood, “Whatever you say Roz.” And pass back another can.
Ilya was not lying, the low alcohol content beer isn’t really doing anything to him. He is at most feeling a little buzz. As he cracked open the beer he felt Shane's eyes on him. “Maybe Bood’s right, you should probably slow down some.”
“What no, not you too. I know you are aware of my alcohol uh, what the word? Ability, no amount?”
“Tolerance?”
Ilya snaps his fingers in Shane’s direction. “Yes, that tolerance. Russians do not get drunk easily."
Now it’s Shane’s turn to roll his eyes. “You're right I do know about your alcohol tolerance but that’s not what this is about. It’s about being a good influence on the younger players. Plus we still have at least another hour and a half left until we get back.”
Ilya lets out a groan. “Uh Shane you are so boring. Maybe I want to be a good influence by showing them how to let loose and have fun. Unlike you.”
Shane looks offended at this. “Hey I can be plenty of fun sometimes,” He then motions to the two cans of beer he neatly lined up next to his seat, “I just also care about drinking responsibly unlike some people.” He then motioned to Ilya’s five empty beer cans haphazardly lay on the floor next to his seat.
Ilya puts up his hands in a placating motion slightly sloshing the beer he is holding, “Okay if it will make you feel better I will slow down.” He lends over and presses a kiss to Shane’s temple. “And I like how responsible you are.”
Shane swats him away but has a small smile on his face as he does. “You are completely ridiculous.”
Ilya watches as Shane turns to the window after that but places his hand between them palm up for Ilya to grab. That is just what Ilya does, he weaves their fingers together and gives Shane’s hand a tight squeeze.
Ilya now pacing himself as he drinks his sixth beer while directing his attention to Troy and Harris who are sitting in the row across from them. Trying to get a rise out of Troy he keeps lightly teasing him about how he played tonight. They exchange jabs back and forth as the ride continues until Ilya abruptly stops feeling a tight squeeze coming from his bladder. He glances back down to all his beer can and thinks that Shane did have a point Ilya probably did over do it. While Ilya has a rather large bladder, six beers during a two and a half hour drive was probably not his best idea.
But it’s no matter, Ilya just presses his thighs together and tries to put the thought out of his head. He picks up his phone and looks at his clock and sees they still have around an hour until they are back to the arena. He tries to continue his conversation with Troy while crossing his legs. But it’s not enough to distract him as the beer he drank makes his bladder start to balloon.
Without meaning to, he squeezes Shane's hand extra tight as a wave of desperation overtakes him. He hears Shane let out a small hiss of pain and Ilya quickly rips his hand out of Shane’s. Apologies frantically, “Sorry moya lyubov, are you okay.”
Shane looks at Ilya skeptically as he places his hand back on top of Ilya’s. “I’m okay, are you? You look really pale.”
Ilya pulls his hand out from under Shane’s placing it on his own leg gripping onto his pant leg. “Fine, I’m fine.”
Ilya knows that he is not being convincing at all but he is not in the mood to hear an I told you so. Right now he only wants to focus on holding in his pee. Luckily for him it seems Shane is distracted right now so he just accepts Ilya’s answer with a quick, “Okay but just know you can tell me if something is wrong.”
“I know, I know. Of course”
With that Shane nods and looks back out the window which lets Ilya direct all his attention on holding his pee. He tightens his grips on his pant leg trying to resist the urge to grab his crotch not wanting to do that in front of the whole team. Plus even with Shane not looking at him now if he were to shove a hand between his legs that it would definitely get Shane’s attention.
He feels absolutely awful, his bladder now pushing into the waist band of his pants. He tries readjusting his waistband to stop the pounding pressure but nothing he does seems to be helping.
Keeps shifting and fidgeting feeling like his bladder is a ticking time bomb counting each minute that passes. Only to be struck with a realization that even if he makes it to the arena that doors will be locked for the night. Everyone who works there has already gone home for the day and they are just there to get their cars and leave. There is no way Ilya can hold on the rest of the bus ride as well as the drive to the house.
Ilya thinks it over for a second before deciding it’s dumb of him to sit there with a bursting bladder when he doesn’t really have to. He picks up his bag searching through it for a second before pulling out his water bottle. He looks around at his team mate and decides that it won't be a big deal to just pee in the bottle. The fact that they share a locker room means that there isn’t really a part of him that they haven’t already seen.
He unscrews the lid placed right next to him on the seat making sure he doesn’t lose it. He then angles his body away from the aisle now facing more towards Shane. While he’s sure the rest of the guys will know what he is doing as soon as he starts it’s probably better to at least pretend he has a little modesty. He pulls down the front of his pants a bit maneuvering his penis out of his underwear and over the top of his pants. He takes a second to aim, trying to do it quickly as now that he is getting started his pee is trying to burst out of him before he is fully ready.
He sees Shane look back over to him, eyes widening as he sees what Ilya is doing. He hiss out, “Ilya, what are-”
But before he can even finish asking the question Ilya has already started pee, unable to wait any more. Ilya tries to choke back his loud sigh of relief as the bus starts filling with the hissing sound as his pee rushes out and hits the bottom of the bottle.
The sound travels through the whole bus which of course means his team mates start ribbing him for.
“Jeez Rozy, you really couldn’t wait until we got back?”
“Holy shit, it sounds like someone turned a hose on in here.”
“I guess your extreme Russian drinking ability doesn’t translate to an extra large bladder.”
He just ignores them, shooting back a smug reply of, “Hey what goes in must come out.” While keeping his focus on directing his stream in the bottle not wanting to make a mess. The relief he feels as his bloated bladder deflates is incredible. As the bottle in his hand gets heavier he makes sure to keep an eye on how full it’s getting, hoping the bottle will be big enough and he won't have to try and cut off his stream midway through.
It ended up being very close but lucky for him as the last few drops dripped out, it stopped right at the rim of the bottle. Any more and he would have ended up overflowing the whole thing. He very carefully screws the lid back on and takes in the glorious feeling of being empty. Feeling so much lighter now that all that beer has exited his system.
He starts to jokingly say, “Wow I really need that.” When he looks over to Shane. He sees Shane hunches over himself staring back at Ilya. Seeming to be in almost like a trance, eyes glued to the bottle Ilya is holding. He has one of his hands between his legs gripping tight.
Ilya immediately feels guilty seeing Shane like this. He didn't know that Shane also has to pee but he feels like should have at least given Shane a heads up about what he was doing.
Ilya brings his voice down to a whisper leaning close to Shane knowing that he would hate for Ilya to draw attention to this. “Oh I am so sorry my love. If I knew you had to go I wouldn’t have peed in front of you.”
This makes Shane shot back up in his seat sitting as rigid as a pole and shake his head. “No, it’s fine I don’t have to go.”
Ilya just looks at Shane and lets out a huff of disbelief. “Really? Because to me it looks like you really do.” And he pointed to Shane’s now bouncing legs to help make his point.
A few seconds pass by as Ilya just watches the wide array of emotions that Shane cycles through after hearing this. Starting with annoyance, followed quickly by a brief flash of shame and embarrassment. Only for him to land on a blank look.
“Okay fine so I have to go. It’s not like I can do anything about it so what is even the point of you bringing it up. Let's just forget about it.”
“Well,” Ilya starts before glancing down to the bottle he just used. “I’m sure you have a water bottle on you. That you could use as well.”
“No!” Ilya almost jumps in surprise at Shane’s volume. “I mean um. No, I can't do something like that.”
“Why not? I just did, It’s really not a big deal.”
“I just can’t. I’ve never peed anywhere other than a toilet. I don’t even think I would be able to.”
“Never? Not even like outside or anything?”
“No never. Can you please just drop it, talking about it is not helping.”
Seeing how upset Shane was getting about this, he decides to let it go for now. “Okay I’ll leave you be.”
As the bus ride keeps stretching on, Ilya keeps a close eye on Shane. Watching as he gets more and more frantic switch the position of his legs every few seconds. His hand keeps drifting back between his legs but each time Shane snaps it back down to his side. Seemingly trying his hardest to not grab his groin again. Wishing there was something he could do to help Ilya reach out to place a comforting hand on his arm. The reaction from Shane is immediate, he jerks back as if he had been shocked.
Not wanting to make things worse for Shane, Ilya keeps his hands to himself after that. Not even offering the soft words of encouragement that he knows would not be accepted. The only small bright side is that none of the other guys seem to have noticed Shane’s distress. Ilya is grateful for this because while he knows they wouldn’t give Shane too hard of a time about it, Shane would be absolutely mortified if he thought everyone knew how desperate he is.
Ilya’s eyes are brought back to Shane when he hears him let out a strained sounding whimper. He sees that he is slumped back over again and that the hand he has been fighting so hard to keep from between his legs is back nestled between his thighs. Seeing the unshed tears in Shane’s eyes is all the persuasion he needs to try and convince him to use the bottle.
“Shane sweetheart, I think maybe it would be good for you to try and go.”
But Shane just shakes his head like before. “No I can’t and besides my water bottle is pretty much full. I filled it up as we were leaving the match.”
Ilya perks up at this thinking of a way he can help. “Okay easy, give me the bottle and I will drink the water. Then you can use it.”
“Don’t be dumb. I’m sure the rest of the beer you drank earlier is going to make you have to pee again. You know breaking the seal and all that. There is no reason for both of us to be uncomfortable.”
He’s not wrong Ilya is starting to feel the urge to pee again but in comparison to how bad Shane needs to go Ilya barely needs to go at all.
“Sure but if you pee in the bottle you won't be uncomfortable any more and I will be okay until we get home.”
“Ilya no. Just stop it please. I already told you I won't be able to do it. I don’t want you to inconvenience yourself for something that won't even work.”
“Okay, okay I will think of something else.”
“Please don’t.”
“What I can’t hear you, I'm too busy brainstorming ideas.” That gets a reluctant smile from Shane making Ilya feel like he succeeded at least a bit. He really is trying to brainstorm ideas now. Looking up the road on his phone seeing if there were any rest stops nearby that he could convince the driver to stop at. But unfortunately everything says they're not open or way off of the road and he doesn’t think he will be able to convince them to take that far of a detour.
Trying a different option he looks around the bus to see if there is anything else that he could convince Shane to use. When he glances to the row across from them where Troy and Harris are sitting he comes up with an idea. Ilya leans across the aisle and gets their attention.
“Hey Barrett do you have your water bottle on you?”
He rolls his eyes at Ilya. “Oh shove off, Rozanov. You literally just pissed there is no way you have to go again.”
If Ilya thought he could get away with saying that it was for him and that Barrett would willingly hand it over to him he would. Not wanting to embarrass Shane but he knows that there is no way he would do that for Ilya especially after what he pulled earlier. He has to think for a second whether Shane would rather Ilya not say anything or to let Barrett know what’s going on. Knowing he would have a lot more sympathy for Shane than Ilya. Ilya glances back at Shane taking in the uncomfortable look on his face and the decision is made for him.
Ilya gave Troy an intense look while lowering his voice so that no one but the three of them could hear him. “Please, it’s not for me.”
He watches as Troy's eyes travel around him to get a look at Shane, a look of realization crossing his face. “Okay here.” He pulls his water bottle out of his bag, swishing it around to see if it’s empty. He takes the lid off and drinks whatever is left in the bottle.
“Alright take it.” He pauses before adding. “And you can keep it afterward, I don’t want it back.”
Ilya's face lights up with a grateful smile. “Thank you.” He says as he leans back into directing all of his attention back onto Shane.
“Okay here empty bottle now you can pee.”
Shane just glares at Ilya now. “I already told you it’s pointless. Are you just making fun of me now?”
Ilya’s eyes widened in shock, “No Moya lyubov, of course not.” He reaches over and brushes his hand through Shane’s hair. “I just think you should try. It’s hurting my heart seeing you in pain like this.”
Ilya watches as Shane reaches one hand up and starts fidgeting with his hoodie string seemingly to be lost in thought. He then whispers to Ilya, “But everyone will be able to hear what I’m doing.”
Shrugging his shoulders Ilya says, “Yes probably. But none of them will care.”
“They seemed to care when you did it.”
Ilya’s eyes soften as he hears this. “No it’s okay they were only teasing. You know they are not cruel. If they know you are upset they won't say anything.”
“I know but-” Shane is cut off by a gasp escaping his mouth as he seems to jump a foot in his see. He looks over to Ilya, almost begging as says his name. “Ilya!”
Ilya shoves the bottle in his hand as he talks. “It’s okay just try my love. It will be okay. I’ll turn around and block the view so no one will see you. Okay? Can you try for me?”
Shane gasps out an “Okay” and Ilay takes that as his cue to turn towards the aisle. He listens to the rustling sound of Shane’s moving his clothes out of the way. Looking around the bus at his team mate, most of them have the sense to look away and pretend like they don’t know what is happening. But the few who look over with curious looks on their face get a death stare from Ilya until they direct their attention elsewhere.
There are a few agonizing minutes of silence where no one on the bus dares to make a sound, too afraid of Ilya’s wrath. Each passing minute without the sound of peeing is making Ilya’s anxiety increase. Just wanting Shane to feel better and truly worried that he will not be able to go.
Eventually he hears his name being whispered between what sounds like sniffles. “Ilya?”
He turns his body around this time facing Shane, blocking the aisle with his back. Shane looks like an absolute wreck, a total mess from what Ilya can only assume was Shane frantically running his finger through his hair. The way his legs are still bouncing confirms what Ilya already knows that Shane has to pee just as bad as before. Some stray tears made their way down Shane’s face.
“I, I tried, I really did but I just couldn’t do it. It’s like I just freeze. But I really did try.”
Ilya brings a hand up to Shane’s face and brushes away the tears with his thumb and shushes Shane. “Shhh, hey it’s okay. I know you tried. I’m sorry it didn’t work.”
Removing his hand from Shane’s face he wraps that arm tightly around Shane’s shoulders. And pulls out his phone with his other hand. “It will be okay, we'll just wait it out. Let me see how far we are.”
When Ilya looks at the time he sees that they are about thirty minutes out from the arena. Ilya knows that logically with how bad of a shape Shane is in, the chances of him actually making it is slim. But that seems like a cruel thing to say to him so instead he just says. “We have about thirty minutes left. It’s okay, you can do this Shane.”
Time seems to have slowed down as they sit with Shane wiggle and breathing heavily under Ilya’s arm. Ilya whispered words of encouragement that at this point he’s not even sure if Shane is hearing with how out of it he seems. Ilya still tries to offer any comfort he can.
Suddenly Shane shoves Ilya off of him looking over with a wild look in his eyes. He opens and closes his mouth multiple times, eyes glued to Ilya as he tries to find his words. Ilay knows what is coming before Shane even says anything and reaches for the bottle hoping they will be able to catch it this time. It turns out to be pointless before he can even finish getting the lid back off, he is met with the sight of pee rushing out of Shane.
Ilya watches helplessly as Shane's pants darken and his face twisted into a look of panic. Shane folds in on himself hiding his face in his hand and starts gasping for breath between sobs. The heartbreaking sound is what forces Ilya to reach. He scoots over so he is right next to Shane now. Bringing a hand to the base of Shane's neck he gives a gentle squeeze.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay sweetheart you waited so long. Just let it happen it’s okay I’m right here. I got you.”
Ilya continues his words of reassurance as he brings his hand down from Shane’s neck and starts rubbing all the way along the lengths of his back. Ilya doesn’t even notice when the stream stops to focus on trying to calm Shane down.
Once the sobbing slows and he seems to be breathing like normal. Ilya gently guides Shane so he is sitting back up in the seat keeping the hand pressed firmly on Shane’s back. Shane seems to have a far off look in his eyes so Ilya grabs one of Shane’s hands and gives it a tight squeeze. Just waiting for Shane to start coming back to himself.
Eventually Shane lets out a soft noise of discomfort and uses his other hand to pull the wet fabric of his pants as far away from his legs as possible. He blinks a few times before saying. “I’m all dirty now.”
Ilya makes a sympathetic noise. “I know sweetheart I’m sorry,” Kicking himself for not having an extra change of clothes he could change into. He then grabs Shane’s bag hoping to find something in there but comes up empty handed.
Raking his brain Ilya tries to think of some way Shane won't have to be subjected to wearing wet clothes for the drive home. Pressing a kiss to the crown of his head Ilya stands up. He looks over to Troy and Harris and nods his head back in Shane’s direction. Silently asking if they can keep an eye on him for a minute. Harris nods encouragingly while Troy just gives him a thumbs up.
Ilya mouths a thank you in their direction before making his way to the front of the bus where coach Wiebe is sitting. Coach looks up from his phone pretending like he didn’t just hear everything that just happened and waits for Ilya to speak.
“Do you happen to have a key to the arena?”
Wiebe just shakes his head looking sympathetic. “No sorry I don’t. And it’s too late to call the maintenance crew to unlock the building.”
Ilya quietly curses. “That's okay, I thought as much. I just thought I should check”
“Let me know if I can do anything else though. Okay?”
“Yes thank you.”
Ilay walks off after that wondering how weird it would seem if he switched pants with Shane. So he doesn't have to deal with the sensation of the wet clothes touching him any more. Just as Ilay decides he doesn't care how weird it will look he’s going to do it anyway he hears someone calling for him.
“Hey Roz over here.” He sees Wyatt waving him over to his seat. Ilya turns to him quickly and motions him to speak, not wanting to be away from Shane for longer than necessary.
Wyatt hands Ilya a folded up pair of sweats. “Here I think me and Shane are about the same size. Think these will work?”
A wave of relief washes over Ilya as he accepts the pants from him. “Yes Hazy, these should be just fine, thank you.”
“Don’t mention it man. Just glad I could help.”
Walking quickly down the aisle he stops right next to their seat crouching down so he is level with Shane while he’s sitting.
“Okay Moya lyubov, I got some clothes for you, let's get you more comfortable, yes.” He holds out a hand waiting for Shane to take it.
When Shane gives him a small nod and takes his hand Ilya jumps into action. He leads Shane away from the seat and the puddle to another row on the bus. He then hands Shane the pants with a kiss on the check before placing himself in front of the aisle so he can change in peace.
He feels a gentle tap on his back and turns around to see Shane standing there awkwardly holding his wet clothes in his hand.
Ilya just reaches out and plucks them from his grip. “I’ll take care of them. Don’t worry about it. You sit.” He puts the wet clothes into his own bag without a second thought. He then returns to their original seat to grab Shane’s bag as well. Where he sees that Troy and Harris have started cleaning up the mess.
“Oh I can do that,” But Harris just waves him off.
“We got it, you just focus on taking care of Shane.” He says this as he hands Shane’s bag over to Ilya.
Ilya slides back into the seat next to Shane watching as he sits in silence and picks at the skin of his thumb nail. Without a word he reaches out and takes Shane’s hand back into his. Knowing that Shane won't feel up to talking right now.
The rest of the bus ride goes by relatively quickly and the two of them hang back until all the other guys are off the bus first. Everyone keeps their distance as Ilya leads Shane to the car to give him some privacy.
It’s an uneventful drive home with Ilya watching Shane out of the corner of his eye while driving. But Shane spends the whole ride home with his head on the window and his eyes tightly shut.
Once they are home Ilya goes and unlocks the door and starts heading right for the bathroom with Shane sluggish walking behind him. Ilay turns the shower on and adjusts the water to Shane’s preferred temperature.
He helps Shane strip out his clothes and opens the shower door for him. “I will join you in a second.”
When he is sure Shane is settled he directs his attention to the toilet. Shane was correct earlier when he said that the beer he drank wasn’t done with Ilya. He had to pee again pretty bad and he’s sure Shane would not appreciate him peeing in the shower right now. He quickly does his business before stipping down as well and joining Shane in the shower.
He sees Shane just standing under the shower stream unmoving just letting the water hit him. So Ilya grabs the body wash and a rag to start scrubbing Shane clean. He crouches down as he rubs the rag down both his legs making sure to pay extra attention to his inner thighs. Then giving his dick a quick but thorough once over with the rag not wanting Shane to give the wrong idea of his intentions. Ilya pressed two quick kisses to both of Shane’s thighs before standing up to wash the rest of Shane’s body.
Ilya hesitates before grabbing the shampoo bottle knowing that Shane did just shower before they left the game. But ultimately decides it would be for the best to go through with their normal shower routine. Well, their normal shower routine minus one of them getting a blow job.
By the time Ilya is washing the conditioner out of Shane’s hair he seems to be more like himself. He turns around to face Ilya and points to the body wash. “Can I,” He trails off and points to Ilya.
Ilay kiss Shane’s forehead, “Of course.” So Shane then washes Ilya’s body the same way he just did for him. His movements slightly lazy then they normally would have been the exhaustion from the day catching up to him.
By the time they both collapse into their bed they are practically asleep as soon as they hit the pillows. Ilya’s arms wrap tightly against Shane running a slow hand up and down Shane’s arm. He is almost asleep when he hears Shane say. “I’m sorry.”
“No, no sorry needed. To me or to anyone else."
Shane turns around so his chin is resting on Ilya’s chest looking like he is about to argue with Ilya before being cut off by a yawn.
Ilya just smiles at him before tilting Shane's head up to give him a soft kiss. “Lets just sleep, yes? We can talk in the morning if you want.”
Ilya watches as Shane’s eyelids start to flutter shut. “Yeah okay.”