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For the first and last time, Ilya Rozanov was about to play for team USA in the Olympics. In 2014, he played for Russia and lost terribly, almost losing the love of his life in the process. In 2018, he was playing for the USA, and in 2022 he’d plan to be playing for Canada. Because he planned to be married to Shane by that time, whether Shane realized that or not.
He’d be the only Olympian hockey player to play for (3) countries and well he wanted to beat Shane at something he knew Shane could never win.
Plus he would have fun chirping Shane and all the Russians, bring home The US the gold for the first time in many years and then tell everyone they only got it because of a Russian after he relocated to Canada.
Him and Shane had a plan at the end of Ilya’s contract this year, he’d go to Ottawa. Then they could start their real life together. He had hoped that Shane would not want to wait until retirement to come out, once he got a taste of what it was like to be together all the time.
Since the Olympics were in South Korea this year, Shane and he could fulfill another one of his fantasies, fucking in a different continent.
Maybe South Korea was a conservative, but it was not like Russia where your life was in danger. Ilya was beaming to get Shane alone in a new country.
Ilya: Come to my room.1221.
Ilya: Have private room because I am American Captain.
Ilya: Ah. Have idea. Let’s role play. I am Captain America of course, you can be uh Bucky Barnes. He is hot.
Jane: 🙄
Ilya: I am America’s Ass
Jane: Well….. you got me there 🥵
Ilya: You will be brainwashed assassin.
Ilya: I am only man who can break through.
Ilya: I whisper your real name.
Ilya: Then tell you to get on your knees
Ilya: You can use your powerful arm to jerk my dick.
Ilya: Fuck I’m hard.
Ilya: Why are you not answering me?
Ilya: I am Captain America.
Ilya was about to call him when he heard a knock at the door.
He looked through the peephole of the door and saw Shane and smirked.
He immediately open the door “ Ah could not resist Captain America?” He said shutting the door.
When he turned Shane’s shoes and shirt were already off.
“Jesus Christ. You are such a slut for Captain America” Ilya said pinning Shane to the wall.
He licked his neck all the way down to his happy trail.
“Fuckkkkk” Shane groaned.
Ilya unzipped Shane’s jeans and Shane shimmied them down while Ilya took off his shirt.
Shane saw all of Ilya’s beautifully sculpted chest and leaped onto him licking his chest while taking down Ilyas Sweatpants.
“Get on your knees” Ilya tried in best American accent.
Shane immediately did as told, and freed Ilya’s hard cock from his underwear.
He pulled them all the way down and Ilya stepped out of them while taking Shane’s hands and putting them on his now naked ass.
“America’s ass. I work hard on it. Only you get to touch it.” He said petting Shane’s head as Shane as licking Ilya’s tip.
Shane took all of Ilya in his mouth while digging his fingernails into Ilya’s ass cheeks.
It didn’t take long for either of them to cum the first time.
The room service ilya ordered was brought in while Shane hid himself in the bathroom. Ilya hated to see Shane hide, but it was too soon to be forcing anything.
When the door shut, Shane came right out.
“Mr. Captain America… uh your president needs to be removed from office. Do something about that. He’s such a fucking racist, sexist, homophobic asshole.” Shane said looking at his phone and then showing it to Ilya.
Ilya read the pure hatred Trump has been going on about. God he could not wait to get out of the US. He and Shane had gotten together just in time. Things had gotten bad in America. Especially if you were a woman or gay or LGBTQ+, all of which Ilya loved. He loved women, not just for their bodies, which of course he loved, but because of who they were. Generous. Kind. Thoughtful. Smart, smarter than any man Ilya had ever met except for maybe Shane. And gay, well of course, look at the love of his life. LGBTQ+ , they all struggled because of who they loved or who they saw themselves as. Honestly Ilya could never comprehend why it was anyone’s fucking business.
Clearly, if there was a way to make yourself not be attracted to a certain sex, they would not be together. Shane would have chosen to have an easier life. But there is not a choice in who you love. So why would anyone think they had a right to make someone else life harder over it.
“Yes. I hear if USA wins, we get invited to White House. So I will win it for us of course.” Ilya said popping a French fry in his mouth.
Shane jerked his head around so fast. “You want to meet that orange man?”
Ilya looked at him deadpan.”Who do you think I am? Of course not. But I want him to invite the team so that I can tell him to go fuck himself, you know, personally.” He smirked.
“I don’t think he will like that. Your coach won’t either. Be careful. You might get deported, they might revoke your citizenship. I wouldn’t put it past that lunatic.” Shane said seriously.
“Ah, but I am leaving US anyway. So what are they going to do? Plus you will not let me get deported to Russia. You will marry me.” He winked
Shane melted at the idea inside. Being married to Ilya, that would be the best thing that would ever happen to him.
Shane seemed to ponder for a bit and then said “If were a different person, I’d let you win just so I could see you tell him to go fuck himself in your Ilya way. I could only imagine how you would chirp him.” He snorted laughing. “Would be fucking hilarious you are such an asshole. The asshole final boss”
“Speaking about assholes. I’m almost done with my dinner and ready for my dessert” he raised his eyebrows to Shane.
Shane and Ilya fulfilled Ilya’s wish that night, well both of them he had Shane jerk his dick as “ Bucky” and he fucked him on another continent