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Starting testosterone was supposed to be a fresh, new start for Shane. And it was, it took care of his most dysphoria-inducing qualities, like the lack of hair on his body and the frequency of his voice and it was great! Amazing even. For some reason it just couldn’t stop his uterus from needing to expel it’s lining on an increasingly irregular schedule.
Today was one of the days his body decided to betray him once more and it could not have come at a worse time. He woke up to an unfortunately familiar feeling in his lower stomach, which really could not be mistaken for anything else than the devastating feeling of starting his period. Immediately he braved the cramps radiating from his stomach to his back and thighs and got up to use the bathroom. To no one's surprise, his underwear already had blood from having stood up. He got himself situated with a pad and got out his strongest painkillers from the medicine cabinet. “Always take medicine right when you see the blood, that way you’ll always be one step ahead of the pain.” his mom had always told him, since he first got his period at the age of ten. Well, it was too late for that now but he had no other choice than to take his prescription pills. Early, painful periods ran in his family, so Yuna was an avid advocate for menstrual health and never underestimated Shane’s pain.
Shane got himself a bottle of water from the fridge and got back under the covers. It was still early, so he had a bit of time to let the medicine to (hopefully) do its job before morning skate. Fuck, morning skate. The Raiders were coming to Montreal tonight and it had been weeks since he’d last seen Ilya. His lips immediately curved up at the thought of seeing his boyfriend (his boyfriend!!!) but the smile quickly faded when he realized they’d never been together when he was on his period. After the events at the cottage last summer, Shane and Ilya unanimously decided to make their relationship official, but with summer training and the season starting, they never really had more than a few days together at a time. Today after the game, Ilya was coming to his apartment, but Shane suddenly got worried about Ilya’s reaction. What if he was disgusted or weirded out, what if he didn’t want to see him tonight?
He didn’t think Ilya would be that shallow or bigoted, but you kind of can never tell when it comes to cis men and periods. They’d never talked about it, Ilya probably didn’t even know Shane still got his, what if he’d want to leave if Shane didn’t want to have sex? Shane shook himself out of it, hoping these thoughts were going to turn out to be totally irrational. They were boyfriends now after all, they loved each other for who they were, not just the sex.
After wallowing in his own thoughts for a while, Shane shot Ilya a message
Excited to see you today :) <3 to which he immediately got a reply of yes me too baby )))).
Shane smiled to himself, the butterflies of a newfound relationship fluttering in his stomach, along with the cramps of course. He finally mustered up the strength to get up and get started on his game day breakfast.
By the time he got home from morning skate, the painkillers had both done their job, but also worn off. He still had a few hours before he could have another dose, timed perfectly so that he could actually play the game tonight without doubling over from the pain in between shifts. He tried to settle in for his pre-game nap, but without the painkillers, the cramps and muscle aches were starting to become debilitating. After writhing around in bed for a good 45 minutes, he decided to fuck it and just take the medicine. That way he could be well rested for the game and deal with the consequences later.
Shane arrived at the arena feeling suspiciously well. The medicine was doing wonders for the pain, he’d had an amazing pre-game meal and most importantly, he was seeing Ilya tonight. Hayden inquired about his giddy state, asking if there was some secret “lady friend” he wasn’t telling anyone about.
“Shut up, Hayden. You know I’d tell you if I had someone.” Shane felt more than a little guilty about lying. In a perfect world, everyone would know how absolutely head over heels in love he was right now.
Pushing down the pang of guilt, Shane started getting ready for the game. On his final bathroom trip before heading out to the ice, he remembered the bloody situation he was in right now. He replaced his pad with a tampon resentfully and headed out.
Before the faceoff, Ilya winked at him and Shane felt a familiar warmth flood his chest, one he only felt when they were together. God, he’d missed that. He switched his brain into hockey mode and up until the start of the third period, he played really amazing hockey. When he finished his first shift in the third, the cramps came back at full force. He’d been feeling little twinges in the room during the second intermission, but brushed them off. He very quickly realized he wasn’t going to be able to play the final period, but still went on to his next shift. He fought through it but as he skated to the bench, he was hunched over in pain. The trainers immediately noticed and started asking him what happened, and Shane had to embarrassingly explain to them what was going on. Tears in his eyes he was escorted to the locker room.
Luckily the trainers were aware and very accepting about him being trans, so Shane really didn’t have a real reason to be as ashamed as he currently was. Still, not being able to manage his own body was a sore subject for him. On top of that, he had already had a maximum dose of painkillers for today, so there wasn’t really anything the trainers could do to make him feel better, other than telling him to go home and rest. Begrudgingly he gathered his equipment, not bothering to shower, and got into his car to head home.
Before throwing all his stuff on the bedroom floor in a very non-Shane way, he checked his phone that was full of texts from his parents, teammates and a very concerned Ilya. He explained to his mom what happened and told his teammates not to worry, that he just had an upset stomach. Responding to Ilya was way harder, should he tell him what was going on or pretend he was fine? He settled on Don’t worry, I’m fine :) Got my period, it just hurts a lot :( After a moment he also sent I understand if you don’t want to come over tonight., not-so-secretly hoping that wouldn’t be the case.
After a scalding hot shower and maybe a few tears, Shane checked his phone and saw multiple messages from Ilya.
hollander i don’t understand why would i not want to come over??
hollander
shane are you really okay do you not want me there
no i am coming i will be there soon
i love u
Shane almost burst into tears over the messages. Still just in his boxers, he heard the buzzer from downstairs and rushed to the door. He opened it and found Ilya standing there with a worried look on his face and presumably an overnight bag over his shoulder. That’s a good sign right, he’s not entirely disgusted by Shane?
Ilya steps in, immediately pulling Shane to his chest by his shoulders, one hand goes to his hair, the other around his waist. Shane hides his face in the crook of Ilya’s neck and sniffles, there’s really no other place he’d want to be right now. Ilya notices Shane shaking and sniffling, and starts shushing something probably very sweet in Russian. He leads them to the couch where he sits Shane down and kisses his forehead.
“I brought many things for you, солнышко.” Ilya says and pulls out his bag. “I didn’t know what you like so I kind of brought everything.” He shows Shane everything in his bag, pads, tampons, Advil, protein shakes and even the gross unsweetened chocolate Shane rarely lets himself indulge in. There are tears forming in the corners of Shane’s eyes again, only this time they’re out of love. Ilya doesn’t know that though, and starts fussing over him again.
“Shane, look at me, what's wrong?” Ilya asks frantically. “Everything is okay, I am here малыш.”
“That’s the thing, Ilya” Shane starts, “you’re here.” He says quietly.
Ilya takes his face between his hands. “Of course I’m here, why would I be anywhere else when you are here?” Shane doesn’t think he’s ever felt so cared for by anyone other than his parents. He gets that gut wrenching, heart-exploding feeling and has no words to express it, so he just kisses Ilya, who, confused but still eager, kisses back sweetly.
“I love you.” Shane whispers.
“I love you too.” Ilya also whispers, not wanting to disturb the small bubble of love they’d created. “Now let’s get you to bed.”
Shane tenses. “I’m really sorry Ilya, I just don’t feel like having sex right now.” He’s scared of Ilya’s response, not wanting him to leave, now that he’s here and being so sweet. “I can blow you if you want?” he adds, hoping it’ll be enough.
“Shane you are so stupid, we’re going to bed to sleep. I will rub your belly until you fall asleep” Ilya scoffs, then picks Shane up bridal style. Dumbfounded, Shane lets himself be carried to the bedroom, wrapping his arms around Ilya’s neck.
Ilya puts him down on the bed, strips to his boxers and his undershirt, then goes to Shane’s wardrobe to find him a shirt and socks. Shane, still in awe from his boyfriend’s actions, obeys when Ilya tells him to lift his arms for the shirt and helps him put the socks on. Just the feeling of being known so well by someone, that they know he can’t sleep without socks on, makes his heart clench once more.
They settle under the covers, Shane as the little spoon, and Ilya starts lightly caressing his stomach, just barely touching it, but enough that Shane relaxes and starts falling asleep. “How are you so perfect?” he mumbles sleepily. “Is just who I am, Hollander” Ilya answers, also clearly falling asleep.
“No, seriously” Shane turns around in Ilya’s arms. “How’d you know exactly what I need? I’ve never told you how bad my periods are.” Ilya peps up. “I called Svetlana, ” he admits sheepishly. “I asked how I can make you feel better. My mama also had bad periods, but my father wasn’t there for her. I want to be to you what my mama didn’t have.” Ilya looks away with glassy eyes. “Oh, Ilya… ” Shane rubs his thumbs carefully along Ilya’s cheekbones. Ilya kisses his forehead. “Enough talking now, Hollander. Go to sleep.” Shane cuddles up even closer to Ilya and falls asleep faster than in weeks.
When Shane wakes up in the morning he’s horny. He’s so horny he can feel his dick throbbing in his underwear, and he knows the wetness between his legs isn’t just blood. He starts rubbing his thighs together, his hips grinding in small movements against the sheets. He’s desperate, and while it’s not unusual for him to feel like this on his period, this is the first time he has someone to maybe help with it.
“Ilya” Shane whispers. “Wake up, please.”
“Hollander, what is wrong?” Ilya immediately sits up, rubbing his eyes.
“I just… I have a question and you can definitely say no but… Could you maybe, possibly help me get off?” Shane asks, covering his reddening face.
Ilya lights up. “Shane I would probably kill a man for you, of course I will eat your pussy.” he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the whole universe. Shane’s blush deepens. “You don’t have to use your mouth, I know it’s gross. Just… I’m so horny, Ilya, I can’t take it.” He pleads, turning his head to the pillow.
“Shane, seriously, shut up. You think a little bit of blood will scare me? I’m a grown man.” Ilya says, looking straight into his eyes, then starting to trail gentle kisses down his neck, across his chest and stomach, stopping when he’s between Shane’s thighs.
His face between Shane’s thighs, arms caressing his torso, Ilya starts nuzzling his face into Shane’s underwear. He inhales like he hasn’t gotten oxygen in years. “Tell me if you want to stop малыш.” he says, looking into Shane’s eyes. “Oh my god, just do something!” Shane replies desperately.
And Ilya does. He pulls down Shane’s underwear slowly, sticking his nose into the curls on his mound, again inhaling like he’d suffocate without the musky smell of Shane’s arousal. He spreads Shane’s lips, bright red blood covering his swollen labia. His dick is hard and Shane whimpers when Ilya just breathes towards it. He slides a finger from his entrance to his dick, rubbing agonizingly slow circles around it. Shane’s breath hitches when Ilya starts running the tip of his tongue against his dick, while rubbing it from both sides with his fingers in a V-shape.
“Do you want anything inside?” Ilya asks, knowing Shane doesn’t always enjoy it.
“No, it’s too sensitive.” Shane manages to get out between his shaky breaths. Ilya keeps licking his cock, and after a while starts sucking on it, the feeling so delicious Shane has to pull Ilya’s head back a little. His nose and mouth is covered in blood and wetness from Shane’s pussy, and something inside Shane snaps.
“Ilya, I need your cock, Ilya, please!” Ilya barely gets his dick out of his briefs when he already starts rubbing his and Shane’s cocks together. There’s blood, pre-cum and Shane’s pussy juices mixing together between their dicks, and it’s the hottest thing either of them have ever experienced. Ilya’s fingers are still around Shane’s cock, his own grinding against it from the other side. Their simultaneous pants grow heavier, Shane’s hips shaking and grinding on Ilya’s.
“Ilya, Ilya, Ilya, I’m going to come” Shane starts whining urgently. Ilya picks up his pace, telling Shane “Come, малыш, блять!”
So Shane does. And he comes hard. Definitely top 5 orgasms of his entire life right there. He feels his pussy contract for what feels like hours, and thinks he might’ve passed out for a moment. When he opens his eyes, Ilya is stroking his cock, slick with Shane’s blood and come, eyes screwed shut while he comes on Shane’s pussy and pubes. Ilya strokes his fingers through the mess they made together and lifts his fingers up to Shane’s mouth. He gladly sucks his fingers clean, and Ilya collapses next to Shane, still catching his breath.
After a moment of silence, both of them too stunned from the intense orgasms they both just had, Ilya turns to Shane to find him already looking at him. “That was so gross.” Shane grimaces. “Maybe, yes, but the hottest thing I have done in my entire life” Ilya admits with a wide grin on his blood-stained face. “Yeah it was. Shit.” Shane admits, chuckling in awe. “We really need to shower though.” he grimaces, wiping the mixture of fluids from Ilya’s face.
“Yes, soon малыш.” Ilya answers, closing his eyes and tucking Shane under his arm. He kisses his forehead and Shane whispers to him “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“No you are, Hollander” Ilya smiles. “I would lose a million cups just to have you for the rest of my life”