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Ilya had spent his day at a commercial shoot in New York for a luxury cologne company that Yuna had set up for him. It was going well and he was having fun, Cliff Marleau was there, now that he had been captain of the raiders for a few years the company must've thought it could be a strong selling point for fans to see them together again, another new “rivalry” to sell, he supposed.
Seeing Cliff was always a great time, they've stayed in touch but only really get to see each other when their teams cross paths during the season. At the shoot it quickly became hard to stay on track with the two of them joking around and chirping at each other, specifically when they were instructed to do some push-ups before the cameras rolled to “get pumped up” as the voice behind the camera had said.
Ilya was competitive by nature, obviously it was different with Shane, but he took every chance he could to one-up anyone he could, really. Maybe there was some underlying psychological issue about proving himself buried under that thrill but he quickly pushed that thought away and challenged Marleau to do more push-ups than him instead.
Both men lost count about a minute into the challenge.
“Okay guys, we gotta start shooting here.” The same voice from before called out, the director Ilya assumed. Marleau hopped up at the direction, Ilya stayed down on the floor continuing his push-ups.
“Roz has to go long enough to convince himself that he beat me.” Marley chuckled.
Ilya froze mid push-up to chirp back at him but he was cut off.
“Rozanov planking until failure video, when?” A female voice called from behind the scenes.
“Rachel!” The director scolded in response, stifling a laugh.
“Sorry. Inside thought.” Rachel mumbled back, trying to force herself to stop laughing.
Cliff was full body laughing as Ilya stood back up next to him.
“Planking failure? What is this?” he asked.
“Dude.” Cliff huffed, slapping a hand onto Ilya’s shoulder. “You’re always on twitter and you’re into dudes. How have you not seen the trend?”
“I am not always on twitter, I have life, Marley. And I already have most beautiful man at home I do not need to look at men on twitter.” Ilya responded with a smug grin.
“Alright, places please!” The director called. Luckily they were on the photoshoot part of the day so they could continue talking as the camera’s flashed.
“It's just gym bros posting videos of themselves planking for as long as they can, until they end up all sweaty and like, whining and moaning.” Cliff explained.
“Ah, I see. I am not on perverted twitter like you, I guess.”
“Oh, fuck off Roz. I just follow a bunch of chicks that were talking about it, hell some players on other teams have even posted themselves doing it, it's been trending, it's not like I'm looking for it. To be honest, you'd probably break the internet if you posted one.”
“You absolutely would.” Rachel shouted.
“Rachel!” The director scolded, again.
“Respectfully, of course.” she stuttered. “Just an observation.”
“Thank you both, but I whimper for only one man, these days.” Ilya replied, shooting a wink at Marley.
“Hot.” She replied, with a laugh.
“TMI, Roz.” Cliff said as they all laughed.
They wrapped up with the shoot after a while and Ilya had a nice early dinner catching up with Cliff where he admitted that out of curiosity he had timed how long he could plank -ten minutes- but he hadn't recorded it “like a weirdo on the internet” Ilya wasn't sure he believed that part. He could totally see Cliff making videos like that to impress his hookups.
****
They parted ways after dinner and Ilya checked into his hotel room. He and Shane didn't usually have to spend many nights apart anymore, but unfortunately this night was one of those rare occasions.
After showering he sat on the bed and pulled up twitter on his phone. For research purposes he started typing “planking” in the search bar, He clicked on the first suggestion “planking until failure.”
Immediately his screen was flooded with videos of people- mostly men, but some women too, which he wished he had known because he would have loved to confront Cliff about how he's definitely been watching those ones- doing just as Cliff had described, sweating, gasping, moaning. The people were mostly clothed and barely moving, but the sounds made it borderline pornographic. He felt mostly unphased by what he saw until he thought more about it, about Shane, really.
Imagining watching Shane like this was starting to get to him, or at least one specific part of him, he felt that part of him twitch in his pants at the mental image.
He grinned when he saw a facetime call from Shane pop up on his screen ‘Just in time’ he thought. He cleared his throat and composed himself before answering.
“My love! I was just thinking about you.” He smiled.
“Oh boy.” Shane smiled back at him. “I wonder where this is going.”
“Shane” he sighed, “I was just missing you.” He lied, kind of.
“Ilya, you're in bed, and you're blushing.”
“I do not blush, how many times must I tell you this? And it is hotel, there is no where else to sit”
“How many times do I have to tell you that you most definitely do?”
“Whatever Hollander, you blush way worse, like tomato.” Ilya replied, rolling his eyes.
“I'm aware. You never fail to remind me.”
“I love it. Is cute.” He smiled. “What are you up to?”
“I was just about to do some yoga before I shower and get ready for bed.” Shane replied as he walked into their home gym. He propped his phone up on the floor in front of where he rolled out his yoga mat.
“Ah, you called me so I can watch, yes?” Ilya winked.
“I called you to ask you how the shoot went.” He mumbled. Ilya watched as the blush they had just talked about began to flush his cheeks.
“It was good. Was fun to see Cliff, the crew was nice.”
“Thats good, I'm glad. I'm excited to see the ads.” Shane replied.
“Mm yes I am sure. You excited to see me all shirtless and sweaty with Marley?”
“Fuck off.” He laughed.
Ilya watched as shane began to stretch, he couldn't help but think about what had just been on his screen before Shane called, about what he was imagining before the call rang through. If he hadn't known about this trend, Shane certainly didn’t.
“Shane?” he asked softly.
“Yes?” he replied, lifting his head from his stretch to look at his husband on the screen.
“How long can you hold plank for?”
“Um, I don't know, I've never really counted? I usually only do it kinda quickly as part of my stretches. Why?”
“Just curious. We talked about it at shoot. Cliff said he can do it for ten minutes.”
“Oh, yeah thats pretty good.”
“I think you could beat him.” Ilya said smugly, knowing exactly what a comment like that would do to Shane.
“Maybe? I don't really know how long is considered a long time for that?”
“You should try.”
“Right now?”
“I think so, yes.” Ilya sighed, smiled still spread on his lips.
“Why are you making that face?” Shane asked, narrowing his eyes at the screen. “You're up to something.”
“Me? Never. Go, I will time you.” He lied, both about his scheming and about having any intention of actually keeping the time. He didn't really care all that much about how long Shane would last, he just cared about how he looked doing it.
“Okay, okay.” Shane laughed as he got in position.
Ilya took his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched Shane's muscles flex in his arm and his bare back. He almost drooled at the sight of his ass, the fabric of his shorts tight against the skin.
“This is what you were thinking about wasn't it?” Shane asked as he turned his head, catching Ilya's expression on the screen.
“Maybe.” Ilya replied, a smug grin growing on his lips.
“You’re touching yourself aren't you?”
“Maybe that too.” he replied, biting his lip again.
“Can I at least see you?” Shane huffed, still holding position.
Ilya turned to sit on the edge of bed and stood his phone up on the side table, his body visible from his head to his thighs as he palmed himself through his sweatpants.
“Fuck, Ilya. I quit, I want-”
“No, Shane.” he cut him off before he could move from his strained position “you look so hot like this, I want to watch you.”
Shane huffed but stayed in place, Ilya could see the front of his shorts beginning to tent downwards.
In the entire time it took Ilya to tease himself and pull his pants off, Shane had still barely broken a sweat, His breathing was just barely any quicker than normal and Ilya wanted more. He looked at the time.
“Shane, it has been fifteen minutes. How are you still doing this like it is nothing?”
“I don't know, I do a lot of yoga, Ilya.” He sighed.
Ilya was desperate, he was fully naked with his hand was wrapped around his dick while Shane was still fully dressed and barely reacting. He needed more. He decided needed to just bookmark this idea for another time.
Ilya groaned “this is taking too long. I want to watch you come for me before we go to sleep. Take your clothes off, touch yourself.”
“Fucking finally.” he groaned as he stood to remove his clothes before sitting back on his yoga mat.
****
Despite his somewhat failed efforts last night, Ilya couldn't help but keep thinking about how to get Shane like the people in those videos. Obviously he was impressed and turned on by Shane's ability to hold a plank for twenty fucking minutes somehow, but he was a simple man, he wanted to see his husband whining and whimpering. Was that so much to ask? He cleared his throat and gave a small smile and polite nod to the old woman who just sat next to him on the plane, hoping briefly that if mind readers are real, this woman wasn’t one of them.
Ilya ordered a car home from the airport, Shane had his own brand meeting that morning and wasn't sure if he would be out in time to pick Ilya up. So he spent his whole ride home to his husband plotting once more. He could lie and say that Harris wanted to post a video of all the centaurs showing off their strength with how long they could plank? No, Shane wouldn’t agree to that even if it was real, and he would definitely know it wasn’t real.
****
As he walked through the front door he called out to Shane, but got no answer. He dropped his bag, pulled off his coat, and kicked off his shoes. He made his way through their home in search of him, when he checked the bedroom he grabbed some lube from Shane’s nightstand and slipped it into his pocket. He found him in the gym already working out, perfect. Maybe now he'll be tired enough to not last as long as a fucking mutant superhero.
“Hey, you’re home!” Shane greeted with a smile when he saw Ilya in the reflection of the mirror, approaching the exercise bike he was on, slowing his feet to a stop.
“Hello, my baby.” Ilya smiled back and placed his hand on the back of Shane's neck to pull him into a soft kiss.
“Sorry I'm all gross,” he laughed. “I got home earlier than expected, I thought I'd get done here before you got back.”
“Never gross. You look hot.” He pulled him in again, bringing their lips together again, deep and needy.
“I’m glad you are in here. You should do planking thing again.” He said as he pulled back from their kiss.
“Right now? Why? What is with you and the planking?” Shane laughed as he stood from the bike.
“I want to see how long you can do it.” The statement was sort of true. He was curious, despite his ulterior motives, how much longer Shane would’ve gone if he hadn’t stopped him. Though he had no intention of finding that out in this moment.
His hands found Shane’s hips to pull him in close, flush against him.
“I just worked out. I’m not going to last as long as I really could.”
“Is okay. Better that way. Will not take as long.”
“You just said you wanted to see how long I can do it. How does that make sense?” His eyes narrowed “you’re up to something.” He added, pointing a finger in Ilya’s face.
Ilya quickly took the tip of Shane’s finger between his teeth playfully, placing a kiss to it when Shane began to pull it back.
“I just want to look at you, please.” He pouted, dramatically “I have preview shots from photoshoot, I will show you if you will do this for me.” He added.
“Okay. But I want to see the photos first, for motivation.” He laughed.
Ilya rolled his eyes but he couldn’t help but laugh too. He pulled out his phone and let Shane slip through the photos.
“You look so hot. Are you sure you can’t just fuck me instead?”
“After, my love.” He smiled, running a hand through Shane’s hair, “you agreed to this, remember?”
“Yeah, yeah! I know. Let’s get it over with.” He muttered as he made his way to his yoga mat and got onto his knees, ready to get into position.
Ilya followed him across the room and sat on the weight lifting bench next to his mat. “Take your shirt off.” He said.
“If you take your clothes off I’m stopping.” Shane laughed as he did what he was instructed.
“No. You do not stop until I say.” Ilya said as he pulled his own shirt off with a wink.
“Oh. Yeah okay.” He watched as Shane swallowed, excited by the challenge.
Ilya’s eyes scanned Shane’s body back and forth, over and over. The muscles in his arms contracted as the ones in his back shifted. His calf muscles tightening, he was a little shaky after just a few minutes in.
Ilya grinned and began to palm himself over his shorts.
A few minutes later Shane’s arms started to shake. Ilya perked up when he let out a harsh exhale, shifting his weight, the muscles in his ass flexing.
“Fuck” Shane groaned. Ilya’s dick now fully erect from the sound.
Shane let out deep breathes, each followed by a sharp inhale.
“Ilya?”
“Hmm?”
“How much longer?” he turned his head to look at him as Ilya slid his hand under the waist band of his shorts. “Are you-“
“Keep going, Shane.”
Shane whined in response. The sound made Ilya’s head spin. Shane was sweating now, Ilya could see his dick was hard, straining the fabric of his shorts, he figured that was surely not helping his struggle.
The sounds were pouring from Shane now. He was either unable to stop them or entirely unaware they were happening at all.
“Fuck, Ilya I can’t...”
“You’re at ten minutes, Shane. You are doing so good for me.”
He watched as Shane’s hips twitched, from the praise or from the struggle he couldn’t be sure. One thing he was sure of though, is that he could come just from stroking his dick at the sight of him like this.
The sounds filling the room were nothing short of obscene. Shane was moaning, gasping, whining like he does when he’s begging Ilya to make him come.
“Jesus, Shane. So hot. Okay, you can stop.” Ilya groaned as he stood.
Shane dropped immediately, he rolled onto his back, panting for air. He looked like he’d already been thoroughly fucked and Ilya hadn’t laid a finger on him.
Ilya stepped over and stripped, he grabbed the lube from his pocket before he tossed his clothes to the bench he’d been sitting on a moment ago. He dropped to his knees before Shane and pulled his shorts off, tossing them with his own. He shifted over Shane. His whole body hovering over him, their hard cocks grazing against each other.
“Are you okay? You still want-“
“You better fuck me right now, Rozanov, I swear to god-“
Ilya crashed their lips together, pushing his tongue into Shane’s still open mouth, exploring every spot it could reach as Shane moaned against it.
Ilya lubed up his fingers and quickly worked them into Shane’s hole. His legs came up to wrap around Ilya’s waist, his hands tangled in his hair while he moaned into Ilya’s mouth.
“Ilya please.” He gasped.
“Yes baby,” he said softly as he lined himself up at Shane’s opening. “So good for me. I will fuck you like you want. Like you deserve.” He added as he slid himself in slowly.
“Holy shit-“ Shane moaned out, it came out sounding more like a whine once again and Ilya saw stars. He bit his lip trying his best to hold strong. The sight of Shane like this and the feel of him tight on his cock was enough to undo him already, but he needed to make Shane feel the same, although he already looked the part.
Shane’s skin was flushed red from his face, down his neck, and all across his chest where Ilya pressed sloppy kisses as he fucked into him, his pace apparently too slow for Shane as he cried out.
“Harder, Ilya.”
Ilya happily obliged. He hammered his hips deeper and faster and immediately he could see Shane nearing the edge of his release.
“Oh fuck, I’m close, please.”
“So good for me, come for me, Shane”
In an instant Shane’s release hit his chest as he cried out. Ilya’s release followed immediately at the sight and the sounds he was making. He dropped his face to Shane’s neck, kissing and biting at his skin, his hips still sliding him slowly, working them both through every moment of their orgasms.
“Jesus Ilya,” he laughed “can you tell me what the fuck is going on now? Did you just try to kill me?”
Ilya pulled out of Shane slowly and gently. He sat back and looked at Shane, who was now laying motionless on the floor, the rise and fall of his chest finally starting to even out. He brought his hands to rub up and down Shane’s legs, he was sure they had to be sore now.
“I will explain” he laughed “come, I clean you up in the shower.” he held his hand out to Shane who weakly reached to grab it. Ilya smiled as he pulled his back up off the floor, bringing him up to sit in front of him.
“There’s absolutly no fucking way I can walk right now.” Shane groaned as he smiled.
“I will carry you.” Ilya smiled. He placed a kiss to Shane’s forehead before standing, he eased Shane up to his feet with him so he could scoop him up, he squatted to get his arms around Shane’s thighs, as he lifted Shane wrapped his legs around Ilya’s waist, his arms looping around his neck.
“God, you’re so hot.” Shane smiled and kissed Ilya’s lips “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Ilya replied as he carried them to the shower.
****
It took longer than expected to try to explain the situation to someone who has almost zero online presence but the thousands of questions Shane had were all answered by the time the crawled into bed that night. Ilya had to pull up twitter to show Shane examples, which then led to Shane insisting that now Ilya needed to do it, or that they needed to do it together and see who lasted longer, or both.
Ilya just laughed as he pressed a kiss to Shane’s forehead.
“Goodnight, Shane.”
“Goodnight, Ilya” he smiled “I love you.”
“I love you too.”