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The temperature outside the plane was somewhere around -6 degrees but inside the fuselage was getting stifling. The stale, recycled air of the team plane was thick with man smell. Different colognes and body washes mixed in an unholy potpourri that wouldn’t be so bad if they were in the air, but alas, they were stuck on the runway in Toronto.
Mechanical issues, they said. Shouldn’t be long.
The first hour was tolerable at best.
The second hour was an endurance test on everyone’s nerves.
Ilya was fine. Mostly.
It was hard not to think about the last time the team plane had mechanical issues. This time he had Shane by his side and Shane was a nervous wreck, so he was able to focus on keeping his husband calm. Shane wasn’t always a nervous flier but he’d clearly also been thinking about the engine fire that nearly destroyed all of their lives.
They played so many hands of gin rummy Ilya was on auto-pilot, so to speak. He took a little pleasure in frustrating Shane with his aptitude for the game. He’d spent many nights with his in-laws playing cards after dinner before Shane was traded to Ottawa and Yuna had taught him well.
“That’s a Yuna Hollander move if I’ve ever seen one,” Shane grumbled.
“What does this mean?” Ilya asked.
“I needed that ace and you know it, shithead,” Shane replied. Ilya wanted to lick the adorable little frustration wrinkle between his eyebrows.
“Just got lucky,” Ilya smirked and made some room on his tray table for the four aces he’d just placed in front of him.
“Hey Cap. We were gonna get a game of poker going, you in?” Hayes tapped Ilya’s shoulder from across the aisle.
“Yes - we’re in,” Shane interrupted. “At least I’ll have a fighting chance at that.”
“Are you conceding?” Ilya raised an eyebrow at him.
“No, never. I’ll fight to the bitter end,” Shane smirked. “But look at the score, you’ve clearly got me beat after this hand.”
Static from the PA made them all jump and pay attention.
“Folks, this is Captain Braddock, I’m sorry to do this, but we’re still waiting on a mechanic. We’re going to let you de-board and get comfortable inside the terminal. Flight crew, please prepare for de-board.”
The groans mixed with relief - they all wanted to get home after the long road trip, but at least they’d be off this winged aluminum death tube.
The lead flight attendant stood in front of them and spoke.
“Ok, we’ve taxied too far from the terminal for a jetway, so they’re bringing the mobile stair unit in as we speak. You can leave your personal items in the overhead bins if you wish but as we don’t know how long this might take, if you have any medications or anything like that which you’ll need in the next few hours, feel free to take your bags with you. We’ve secured a VIP lounge inside so you can stretch out, get something to eat and get comfortable. Terribly sorry for the inconvenience.”
Ilya unbuckled his seat belt and exhaled deeply.
“You ok, Cap?” Hayes asked.
“Fine.”
“I was just sitting here thinking about Pricey,” Hayes said.
“Mm. Yeah, me too. This would have put him over the edge,” Ilya nodded.
“Did you get the wedding invite?”
That made Ilya smile. “We did. Is going to be a fun wedding.”
“Halifax is beautiful in the spring, you’ll love it,” Shane placed his hand on Ilya’s and squeezed.
“Everyone please be careful as you de-plane and bundle up. We’ll update you as soon as we can,” the flight attendant said. A cutting breeze swept through the plane like an icy tsunami when the hatch opened. Most of the Centaurs opened the overhead bins to retrieve their carry-ons before shuffling down the center aisle and down the stairs.
They were ushered into the newly-opened VIP lounge at Toronto Pearson. It smelled like fresh paint and hot coffee. Half the team went straight for the bar, others searched for charging stations to plug in their devices. Hayes, Dykstra, Bood, Ilya, Shane, Barrett, Haas, and Chouinard pulled chairs around a table and settled in.
“Can I get anyone a coffee?” A server in a pencil skirt asked as she handed out some menus. They all raised their hands except for Shane. “I’ll be right back with you. Please help yourselves,” she gestured towards a white countertop covered in platters of pastries, yogurt, fruit and other mix-ins. “I’ll take your food orders when I get back.”
The looked at their menus and collectively decided to order one of everything to share amongst them. It had been hours since they’d last eaten. Shane puzzled at the short list of salads, but settled on some skinless grilled chicken with roasted vegetables for himself.
Shane’s poker skills impressed just about everyone while they played. They knew he was a talented strategist already but his complete lack of any tells was surprising. Ilya, of course, could easily tell when Shane was bluffing - which was rare, as he thought it undermined the purity of the game to be dishonest. They ate and drank and as the time went on, they got more and more anxious to get home.
“Ugh. Lisa is gonna be so pissed,” Hayes looked at his watch. “There was a gala at the hospital tonight, I was kinda looking forward to going.”
“You don’t strike me as a gala event kinda guy,” Bood said as he motioned to Shane for two cards from the deck.
Hayes shrugged. “I like seeing my wife all dressed up.”
“How did you meet her?” Shane asked.
“Oh, it’s an old-fashioned love story,” Hayes laughed. “Boy plays hockey, boy gets broken collarbone, boy goes to hospital and girl way out of his league is his doctor. I had to meet my wife twice - I was so zooted out on painkillers, I didn’t remember meeting her the first time she saw me.”
“Cute,” Shane smirked.
“What about you and Cap?” Haas asked while trying to sneak a peek at Chouinard’s hand.
“Nice try, Young Blood” Chouinard tipped his cards downward.
“Us?” Shane asked, looking sideways at Ilya. “Oh…”
“Yeah, c’mon - who made the first move? How does that even work with two guys?” Dykstra asked.
“Hey now -” Hayes began.
Bood looked up from his cards. “No, I was wondering that too - I mean I just used my considerable island charms on Cassie and she was putty in my hands.”
“Yeah, OK - is that why you looked like somebody kicked your puppy when she didn’t text you back for three days?”
“It was a long three days,” Bood replied, asking for three cards
“So, give - who made the first move?” Dykstra asked while he folded.
“I did,” Ilya and Shane replied at the same time. They looked at one another, agape.
“No, you didn’t -” they synchronized again. “I did!”
“Oh you know this is a good story!” Haas laughed. He tossed his cards face down on the table and rested his chin against his hand.
“You’re so full of shit,” Shane elbowed Ilya in the ribs. “I literally introduced myself to you. I shook your hand.”
“Yes, twice. I remember.”
“So, that was me making the first move.”
Their teammates exchanged looks. The game was all but forgotten in front of them.
“Oh, I don’t believe this,” Shane sat back. “You’re on his side?” He gestured to Ilya with his thumb.
“Hollander, I’ve introduced myself to a lot of people, it’s rarely resulted in a marriage,” Dykstra said. Bood and Barrett laughed.
“Yeah man - I can’t think of a single time shaking another man’s hand has led a blowjob, buddy.” Chouinard laughed.
“And anyway, I’m the one who made it romantic,” Ilya sat back and crossed his arms.
“Romantic?” Shane mocked. He tossed his cards down on the table and turned in his seat to face Ilya. “You followed me into the showers and started jerking your cock in my direction.”
“Oooh!” Hayes and Barrett laughed.
“Don’t make it fucking sound like I’m some fucking…sex pest,” Ilya nagged. “You were like this as soon as you saw me naked…” he made a fist and held his forearm out at a 45 degree angle.
“I…” Shane couldn’t bring himself to object further. He couldn’t say he wasn’t hard as a rock watching Ilya in the shower - because he most definitely was. If he was being even more honest, this little tiff between them had him a little hot and bothered, too.
“And,” Ilya tapped Shane on the arm. He turned in his seat and sandwiched one of Shane’s legs between his knees. “You wouldn’t have been in that shower with me hard as rock, watching me stroke my cock if I hadn’t had the idea to bring you in on that CCM commercial with me.”
“CCM commercial? When did you do a…” Bood began. “Wait - “ He started to think further back. The only CCM commercial with both Hollander and Rozanov that he could think of had come out when he was in high school “Dude, how long have you two been fucking?”
“A long time,” Ilya said, barely hiding a smirk..
“Too long,” Shane said a second later, biting his lip.
Chouinard lightly tapped Haas with his elbow. “See that look on Hollander’s face, Young Blood? That’s what they mean when they say ‘bedroom eyes’.”
“More like Bottom Eyes,” Ilya said, not looking away from Shane. He winked and Shane flushed.
“Bottom Eyes, my ass,” Shane retorted. Ilya tilted his head and grinned.
“Exactly my point, yes.”
“Fuck off,” Shane groaned and covered his rapidly reddening face. "I bought a building and outfitted exactly one room for us to fuck in, don't talk to me about romance, Rozanov."
A collective "OoooooOOOOoooh," echoed from each of their teammates.
“Hey, uh, Cap, ” Hayes flicked Ilya’s thumb. “The men’s room is available. You know, just in case you were wondering.” The other players snickered amongst themselves.
“Very funny, Hazy.” Ilya looked away from Shane for just a moment but then felt him get up. Shane stomped halfway across the VIP lounge towards the bathroom before he turned around and raised one arm at Ilya.
“You coming or fucking not, Rozanov?”
“Oh, this is not actually happening right now -” Barrett covered his face in his hands.
“You sound a little jealous there, TroyBoy,” Dykstra laughed.
“Of course I am! Don’t you think I’d rather my boyfriend always be on the road with us? He’s only not here because he had a cardiologist appointment yesterday and he couldn’t skip it!” Barrett replied.
“Roz isn’t actually going to -” Bood began, but he found he was addressing an empty chair. They all looked over in time to see the men’s room door close.
Ilya grabbed his jaw and held his mouth in place while he speared his tongue into Shane’s hot mouth.
“You are unbelievable,” Shane groaned as Ilya sucked on his neck. They’d shed their jackets and shirts and Ilya had him pinned up against the wall.
“So you’ve said, many times,” Ilya retorted. He dropped his mouth to lick a long stripe up Shane’s chest, tracing between his pecs. He pushed his hand down the front of Shane’s track pants and palmed his cock.
“Fuck, Ilya - Jesus…”
Ilya licked his lips and sank to his knees. He yanked Shane’s pants and boxers down his thighs and swirled his tongue around Shane’s leaking tip.
“Always so wet for me,” he groaned.
Shane braced himself on the sink with one hand and combed his fingers through Ilya’s hair. He thrust his hips forward, forcing his cock into Ilya’s mouth. Ilya bobbed his head and sucked making hungry noises in the back of his throat.
“Fuck, fuck - “ Shane gasped and tugged Ilya’s hair. “Fuck me, Ilya fuck me now - please…”
Ilya wrapped his long fingers around Shane’s shaft and pumped his fist towards his mouth while keeping intense eye contact. He hummed as he increased the suction, making Shane’s toes curl in his Reeboks.
“I’m gonna - shit - shit -” Shane slammed his palm on the door and shot a hot load into Ilya’s mouth. “Stop - don’t swallow - don’t you fucking dare.”
Ilya popped up and brushed the tip of his nose against Shane’s.
“Show me.”
Ilya opened his mouth so Shane could see his come pooled on Ilya’s cupped tongue. He grabbed the back of Ilya’s head and pulled him into a kiss. He moaned at the taste of himself and felt it go down his throat.
“So hot, fuck Hollander -” Ilya’s pupils were blown wide with lust. “I love when you’re my greedy cumslut.”
“Only yours. Your cumslut. Fuck me please, Ilya I’m dying.”
Ilya growled and forced Shane to bend over the sink. He yanked his pants down to his knees and spit into his own hand.
“You’re gonna open up for me,” Ilya commanded. He pushed Shane’s pants down around his ankles and kicked his feet further apart. He scraped his nails up Shane’s back and gripped his shoulder. “Still loose from this morning, eh?”
“Fuck you…”
Ilya pushed two fingers inside him and started scissoring them apart. “I fucking love you.”
“Come on - I need you…” Shane bucked back. He clamped a hand over his own mouth when Ilya breached the first ring of muscle with the head of his cock.
“So tight - fuck - I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Just fuck me - I don’t fucking care Ilya - wanna feel it burn until we get home.”
Ilya pushed further in, the drag of Shane’s rim made the edges of his vision blur. A few sloppy, shallow thrusts made him fall apart.
“Shane - fuck - god…” He bit down on his fist to stifle himself.
“Uh, Cap?” Haas knocked on the door. “Sorry to um…they’re re-boarding us now.”
Ilya and Shane caught each others’ eyes in the mirror and began to laugh. Shane wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand.
“Cap?” Haas sounded mortified, he was clearly sent over because he was the youngest on the team and therefore the easiest to boss around.
“Yeah Luca - we’ll be right out.” Ilya watched Shane grimace slightly when he pulled his pants up. “You ok?”
“Fine. I…like it.”
“What is phrase? ‘Size Queen’?”
“Fuck off, Rozanov.” Shane picked a shirt off the floor and put it on. He sucked in air as he bent over.
“I knew it. I fucking hurt you,” Ilya’s eyes went completely soft. He cupped Shane’s cheek and made him meet his eyes.
“Yeah, it hurts. Kiss it better when we get home, then.” Shane kissed him sweetly.
“Guys?” It was Hayes this time.
“We came and we’re coming,” Ilya shouted at the closed door.
“Ok, ok, don’t shoot the messenger,” Hayes laughed. “Poor Luca looks like he wants to ride home in the belly of the plane, so take it easy on him.”
They exited the men’s room hand in hand to find the Centaurs roster lined up in front of them, applauding. Dykstra wolf-whistled. Even Haas, who did look more than slightly scandalized, clapped.
“Ok, ok, very cute. You’re all doing extra drills when we get home - next five practices,” Ilya said with a smirk.
“Aw, they switched shirts, why is that cute as shit?” Bood said.
Ilya and Shane looked each other up and down. In the rush to get dressed, they’d grabbed each others’ t-shirts. Ilya winked at his husband.
“Ok all you assholes on the plane. We still have to pick up Anya at doggie resort…” Ilya rushed forward making big waving gestures with his arms to make his teammates head for the doors of the VIP lounge.
“Dude you know you didn’t say any of that in English, right?” Hayes laughed. Ilya looked at Shane, who couldn’t help but giggle.
“Shit, Hollander, you hit Cap’s reset button…” Chouinard joked.
Barrett smirked and said “Technically, I think Roz is the one hitting Hollander’s reset button."
“Fuck all of you perverts!” Shane covered his face with one hand and flashed his middle finger with the other.
Once back on the plane, they sat together at the back. Ilya let Shane take the window seat and there was no one in the row behind them, so they were able to recline. Ilya fell asleep listening to Shane’s heartbeat while Shane petted his hair.