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Shane took and deep breath and sighed heavily as he threw himself down on the couch in his apartment. He rubbed his temples hoping to fend off a headache that was starting to brew from the stress of the past month.
There had been non-stop games and constant traveling. He was feeling very jet lagged and was finally getting a moment to breathe on his day off. He started at the TV in front of him wondering if he should put something on.
He's never been much of a TV person. Unless it's hockey related. The idea of sitting in one spot for hours on end was not the most appealing idea. Not when he had a list of all the little tasks he needed to get done rolling through his mind.
His knee started bouncing and he closed his eyes, sinking further into the couch and resting his head back on the cushion.
Think of literally anything besides hockey, sponsorships, photoshoots, and interviews, Shane. Literally anything else.
Sighing again and rubbing his eyes, he grabbed his phone from the place next to him where it had landed when he collapsed. Shane decided against resting for now since he couldn't seem to relax, and opened his email inbox.
There were hundreds of unanswered and unread messages. Most of those being requests for interviews, photoshoots, and sponsorship opportunities. Everything he was trying not to think about, but desperately needed to attend to. Or he would end up getting a frustrated call from his mother in a day or two asking why she hadn't heard anything from him about them.
Many of them were simple "no's" or "maybe's." Interviewers that he knew would just ask the same questions that he had heard probably millions of times before.
"How much pressure do you take on personally from hockey fans and the hockey world in general about the Metros getting into the playoffs again this year?" "What are your plans for getting the Metros another cup this year?" "How are you feeling about playing against Boston next month? Against Ilya Rozanov?"
God, he really misses Rozanov.
Not that he would ever say that out loud. But, it was hard for him to deny.
It has been a while since they've been able to see each other and he was starting to get withdrawals.
Again, not that he would ever admit that, but still.
You would think that with how much of an asshole Rozanov is it would be impossible. He is an asshole. However, Shane does kinda like it. He loves their bickering and chirping. There's always a tension there that you could cut with a knife and it stirs that heat low in his gut every time. Even on the ice, unfortunately. When Rozanov does everything in his power to get Shane to look at him during the face-offs.
Shane has to keep his eye on the puck. If he looked into Rozanov's eyes, there's a very good chance he would be distracted and be off his game.
There's no chance in hell he was letting that happen.
Realizing he was caught in a daze thinking about Rozanov's eyes on him during a game, and also half hard in his pants (but we're not gonna talk about that), he turned his focus back to his emails.
Nothing really caught his eye until he saw one email about a combined sponsorship and photoshoot. There was nothing really different about it right away. But the title...
Satin&Lace.
That was interesting. He clicked on the message and started reading it through.
From Satin&Lace
satinandlace.com
Mr. Hollander,
Good Evening! We are reaching out to offer you a sponsorship opportunity for our company. We offer a wide range of male lingerie and an assortment of sex toys.
We know that we are not your usual type of sponsorship, and a bit taboo for the hockey world if we're being honest!
However, we would love to have you be a part of the release of our new line! It's more on the subtle sultry side and we think you would suit the promotion very well.
It would include a photoshoot with some of the pieces.
If you are interested, please respond to this email so we can coordinate a meeting to further discuss the details of our plan.
We look forward to hearing from you!
Sincerely, the Satin&Lace team!
Shane froze in place. His leg stopped bouncing as soon as he got to the end of the email. Not realizing he stopped breathing while reading, he took a deep shaky inhale.
Male lingerie? He didn't even know that was a thing!
As bold as they were for reaching out to him, there's no way he'd be able to do that. Right? They weren't wrong when they said it's a bit taboo for the hockey world.
His teammates would never stop teasing him for it if he did it.
He didn't even know male lingerie existed two minutes ago, let alone what this whole thing would entail. So why didn't he just delete the email already? His eyes were stuck on the last line.
We look forward to hearing from you!
There's no way he was replying to them. Shane didn't even know what male lingerie looked like! He'd seen women's lingerie. Obviously. Is it the same for guys? If so, it doesn't seem very practical at all.
How could tiny pieces of flimsy lace work with male anatomy. It seemed impossible in his mind.
Shane hesitated for a minute, staring at the link to the Satin&Lace webstore at the very bottom of the email.
Even if he wasn't going to do the sponsorship and photoshoot, he was still strangely interested in seeing what "male lingerie" actually looked like. It was just for science, he told himself as he clicked on the link.
Shane's eyes bulged out of his head and his jaw dropped to the floor when the page loaded. His breathe hitched in his chest as he scanned all the images that appeared on his phone screen.
They were very basic modeling photos like most other clothing sites he'd been on before. Except here, the men in the photos were wearing nothing except thin pieces of underwear in multiple different fabrics, cuts, and styles.
Shane sat up a little more on the couch, holding his phone close to his face and becoming increasingly aware of his dick getting harder with every picture he saw.
That confuses him though, because even though the male models in these pictures were objectively attractive men, he wasn't necessarily getting riled up from their bodies. There was truly only one body that got him hot and heavy.
He shook that image out of his mind quickly as it was definitely not helping his... situation at present.
Shane reached down and adjusted himself in his sweatpants as he continued to scroll through the website in awe. He was beginning to realize that his arousal was definitely directed towards the items the models were wearing and not the models themselves.
The pieces were beautiful. There were fully satin, seamless, black boyshorts that cut off right where the hips met the thighs. Promising a very cheeky look to the backside. The one next to it was very similar, except the side panels that lay on the hips were black lace. A row down was a red, full lace thong with the model's "goods" tastefully blurred for the public eye. The straps sitting high on his hips showing off the "V" shaped muscles that looked very similar to the ones on Ilya Rozanov's bod- No!
"Ughhhh." Shane groaned out loud as he let his head hit the back of the couch cushion once again. He needed to stop thinking about Rozanov. His mind was constantly shuffling through memories of their meetings for the past few weeks.
No amount of jerking off was helping to satiate his desire for this man. It had been too long since the last time he got to feel him and taste him and it was taking it's toll.
Shane took a few deep breaths that were supposed to be calming, but only served to allow him to take notice of his body's reaction. He set his phone down next to him, closing his eyes. He was rock hard right now and his whole body was tense. He wiggled his fingers and toes. Rolled his wrists and ankles, and then his neck. Trying his best to release some of the tension.
Shane was way too pent up right now and it was driving him insane. It wasn't just because of Rozanov though. This male lingerie was definitely having an affect on him and he wasn't sure how to feel about it.
If he was feeling like this after just looking at pictures on a website, there was no chance he was going to be able to do a whole photoshoot and promotion while wearing these things on his very unclothed body. The world would see way more of Shane Hollander than he was willing to share.
Feeling slightly more settled, but still very uncomfortable, he picked up his phone again.
The thing with Shane is that he's very particular about the clothes he wears. The texture of material and the feeling of the clothes on his body is very important.
He's not sure how lace would work for him, already shuddering at the itchiness he was imagining. The satin didn't look too bad. It seemed to be very soft and maybe he wasn't opposed to that.
Shane scrolled back up the page a ways until he landed back on the black satin boyshorts he had seen before.
They looked nice, not too tight. No seams that would cut into his skin if he moved the wrong way or sat in one position for too long.
He clicked on the picture and the size large, then hit the add to cart button. With his cart pulled up on the screen and thumb hovering over the "buy" button, he stopped.
"What are you doing dude?" he groaned.
This was ridiculous. What was he even thinking? He wasn't, that was the issue here. Clearly he was thinking with the wrong head at the moment. The one that was slowly starting to leak a wet patch into his boxers at the idea of this lingerie sitting in his cart on his body.
For some reason this was taking all of his self-control away. The thing he worked so hard for in every aspect of his life.
This thing with Rozanov was really making him impulsive and reckless lately.
Shane was stuck in a daze again, mind wandering to Rozanov for the third time now since he sat down on his couch. Would Rozanov even like him wearing male lingerie? No, there's no way he would ever even TELL him about this. Especially if he did actually buy them. He's already the subject of endless teasing from Rozanov, and this would definitely not help him in that regard.
But what if Rozanov actually did like it? What if he got aroused just like Shane is right now?
Without realizing it Shane's hand had slipped down and he was slowly palming himself thought his sweatpants. Fuck.
Sitting up and grabbing his phone once again, he clicks "buy." Shane stares at the little "Thank you for your purchase!" message sitting at the top of the screen.
"Well, shit, I really just did that." he sighs.
As if Rozanov sensed the shift in the universe from the decision that Shane had just made, his phone buzzed in his hand making him jump and almost throw his phone clear across the room. He looked down to see the name Lily pop up. Shane opened the message immediately.
Lily: Are you ready to lose next month Hollander?
Shane scoffed. Of course that asshole texted just to chirp him about their upcoming game.
Jane: No chance "Lily." We're going to destroy you guys.
Shane smiled as he saw the three little dots show up immediately after he sent the text.
Lily: More like I'm going to destroy you after we win the game. ;)
Shane felt the heat of his blush rising up his neck and settling high on his cheek bones. Rozanov always said the worst things at the worst times. Or maybe the opposite, as he felt his dick twitch after reading that.
Jane: Fuck you.
Lily: In a month, Hollander. Be patient.
He scoffed again and closed out of the conversation. He was way too worked up and still shocked at the purchase he just made to be dealing with Rozanov's shit right now.
He decided to head to his bedroom and take a cold shower to cool down. He definitely did not jerk off to the thought of Rozanov peeling the satin off his body with his teeth in said shower.