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Shane can’t believe he’s doing this, Shane can’t believe he’s doing this. Why did he let them convince him to do this? This has got to be the dumbest thing he’s ever done.
It’s the week before Shane and Ilya’s first anniversary. Himself, Jackie, Rose, and Svetlana are currently at a boudoir boutique, where Shane is sitting and waiting to get photographed. He didn’t have an idea for a gift for Ilya, so he reached out to the only group of people he knew would be actually helpful. Hayden would’ve been useless and his mom would’ve tried to take over. While they were hanging out one night while Ilya was out with the rest of the team, Rose had suggested doing something like a keepsake for Ilya, and the three of them had spent an hour googling things and whispering to each other without letting Shane look at the screen or listen to what they were saying. They kept shooing him away, banishing him to another room- in his own house!
He should have known better than to get those three together. “Come on Shane, it’s not even that big of a deal! I did the same thing for Hayden after the twins were born,” Jackie had soothed from the seat next to him. Shane’s face scrunched up, heat rising to his cheeks, “I did not need to know that, thanks Jackie.”
“You know he’ll love it, Ilyushka would dream of having something so sexy in his hands”. Svetlana has been loving this the most out of all three women, constantly sending smirks and teasing winks towards Shane the entire drive over to the building.
God, he prays no media saw them go in, the last thing he needs is an article talking about how Shane Hollander was caught walking into a boudoir boutique with his ex-teammate’s wife, his superstar ex-girlfriend and Ilya’s best friend from Russia.
“Just admit it Shane, you’re hot, you deserve to be memorialized by half naked pictures of you in your husband’s jersey.” Oh yeah, that. Rose came up with that idea, she thought it would be the perfect thing to wear.
“I can’t believe you convinced me to do this, this is a horrible idea.” Shane can’t keep the heat from his cheeks, biting his lip. He feels embarrassed but also a bit turned on. The idea of his husband having a book of pictures just for him, just for his eyes to see…maybe if Ilya likes it, he’ll recreate it in person for him.
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Some time had passed, he just sat there listening to the women both tease him and attempt to calm him- Jackie doing most of the calming while he swears Svetlana and Rose are just trying to make him blush darker than he thought possible
“Shane? I’m Alexis, it's time honey.” Shane looks up and sees the photographer, she has a soft smile on her face. “I know this can be awkward or embarrassing at first, but I promise we can take as many breaks as you want, and delete any photos you don’t want to save right away.” He took a deep breath and stood up, following her to the back, hearing the words of encouragement and catcalls behind him from his friends.
They make it to the room. It looks simple, almost a bit clinical. Soft white walls with studio lights pointed toward the furthest wall, a tripod in the middle of them with a large camera attached. There’s different types of pillows and props laid out on a table to the side. “There’s a changing room right through that door, you can keep on as many or as little clothes as you want to, we will make these photos look beautiful either way.” Alexis points to a door tucked in the corner of the room, smiling at Shane again before turning around and clicking around on a laptop near the camera.
Shane changes as slowly as he can, trying to convince himself that everything is going to be fine, that he doesn’t have to keep any pictures he doesn’t like- hell he might even delete all of them at the end, he hasn’t really decided yet. The soft, heavy fabric of the jersey presses against his shoulders, tickling around his bare thighs. He decided that under all circumstances, his boxers stay on. He looks into the mirror on the wall, looking at the large number ‘81’ framed by his husband’s name. He can see how flushed his face is, freckles standing out from the pink skin. He takes one last deep breath and walks out the door.
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They cycle through a couple different poses, ranging from him on his knees, laying on his hip with his leg curved over the other, laying on his stomach, and on his back with a bird’s eye view. Shane admits that the more photos they take, the more confident he feels. He finds himself trying different poses without being prompted by the photographer. It also helps that she is praising him with every pose, telling him how well he’s doing and how well the photos are coming out.
They move on to photos with him just in his boxers. Shane decided that he wanted one of the props to be lilies. The flower has become one of their favourites because of how many years the name was important. Alexis has decided that a couple pictures with him laying in a pile of them and them scattered on top of him would make the flowers stand out a bit more, the pale white a stark contrast from his dark honey skin.
The next set of photos is going to be just him with close ups of what Shane thinks are Ilya’s favourite parts of his body. They take pictures of his flushed face, his freckles and eyes the main focus. Photos of his thighs, some with them closed, some crossed, and some spread open invitingly, the light shining against them- thanks to the shimmer powder the photographer suggested they add.
The final photo they take is of Shane on his back, bare with nothing but boxers on and a flush running down his chest, looking up at the camera. His hand splayed across his neck, wedding ring on display, glimmering gold in the studio lights. He wanted this picture to be the last of them, to show how much he loves being Ilya’s.
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They finally wrap up the photos, Shane going back into the dressing room to change before going through the photos with Alexis to decide which were going to be kept to be printed into a book. He has to admit the photos look fucking hot. The angles of the photos, the lighting, the look in his eyes and flush of his cheeks, they look amazing. He just has to stand and stare at them in a bit of awe while Alexis goes through the different photos while explaining which photos would be best and complimenting him on how good he looks in the photos. “You look stunning Shane! You look so natural in front of a camera, the poses you chose compliment your body so well. The lilies were a great choice! They look beautiful against your skin. The shimmer I recommended looks gorgeous in the light, the colour of your skin really stands out with it.”
He decided on about 25 photos out of the shoot, discussing the order the photos should be in and how look they would take to be printed. Alexis told him she’d call when it was ready, and showed him back to where the three women were waiting. He grinned when he saw them, “That was way more fun than I thought it would be. Rose you were right, I’m fucking hot.”
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It was finally the night of their anniversary, they had just gotten back from a restaurant that Ilya made a reservation at- an authentic Russian place he found while looking for different places to eat one night.
He was sitting on their bed while Ilya was in the bathroom. Shane was nervous, he had no idea if Ilya was going to like his surprise. What if he thought it was stupid? Too much? Would he laugh?
Shane knew he was overreacting, this was his husband! He just couldn’t help but think about the what-ifs. This wasn’t something he has ever done before, he doesn’t know if Ilya would even like Shane to do something as crazy as taking boudoir photos of himself. Is this even a good anniversary gift?
He didn’t realize how deep in his thoughts he was until he was startled by a touch on his shoulder. “Moy lyubimyy, are you alright? You’re thinking so loud.” Shane’s shoulders instantly dropped, the voice of his husband washed over him like a soothing balm. He takes a deep breath, looking up at Ilya to see his furrowed brows, worry etched into his face. “I’m alright mon amour.” Shane tries to smile, but clearly he’s not doing a very good job because Ilya’s face scrunches even more, bringing a hand up to Shane’s face, brushing his thumb across his freckles. “I love you, but I don’t believe you. What is wrong milyy?” Shane takes a small breath, closing his eyes for a second before opening them again. “I..I have a gift for you. For our anniversary. An anniversary gift. For you.” Wow that was amazing Shane, super coherent good job. Ilya’s eyes light up, concern still swirling in his eyes, but he smiles down at Shane. “A gift? For me? Moy lyubimyy, you did not have to.” Ilya crouches down in front of him, grasping his hands gently. “Shane, I will love anything you gift me, even if it is something as boring as new puzzle.” He grins when he gets a small snort out of Shane.
Shane breathes in before letting it out in a woosh, taking his hands out of Ilya’s and gesturing for him to hit in his spot. Ilya sits down, looking at him excitedly, a smile just for Shane splitting his face. Shane walks to the closet, reaching into the hiding spot behind a few shoe boxes, grabbing the book and slowly walking back to the bed. Ilya’s eyes are filled with curiosity, but sits still and waits for Shane to hand it to him. “You can’t laugh at me, if-if you hate it I’ll throw it away and we don’t have to ever talk about it again-” Shane rambles, only to be stopped by a stern “Shane.” He looks up, not realizing he was pointing his head down to the floor. Ilya was still in the same spot, a soft sternness on his face, “I promise, I would never laugh at you, I will love it.” Shane nods, finally setting it in Ilya’s waiting hands.
Ilya looks down in confusion before flipping to the first page. His eyes widen and he starts rapidly flipping through the pages, a blank look on his face. Ilya makes it to the end of the book before opening it again, slowly going through each page now, analyzing every detail on the pages. Shane just stands there awkwardly, shifting his weight from foot to foot. He can’t tell what Ilya is thinking, he doesn’t know if he likes it or not. Some of the negative thoughts start seeping back into his mind, thinking of all the things he could have possibly done wrong.
Nearly twenty minutes have passed, Shane getting more anxious by the minute. Ilya hasn’t said anything. He’s still staring at the pictures, going slowly through each one. Ilya finally makes it to the end of the book again, gently setting it on the end table and looking up at him. Shane can’t tell what’s happening, if Ilya liked it, if- Suddenly he’s thrown onto the bed, Ilya on top of him, speaking Russian so fast Shane can only make out a few words- mine, fucking, sexy, I, you. His arms are pinned above his head, legs forced open, Ilya settling between them. He’s kissing everywhere he can reach, Russian still spilling out his mouth. Ilya gets sick of Shane’s shirt being in the way and rips it open, buttons flying everywhere, his pants facing the same fate. His hands are grabbing anything he can find, his hips, his chest, his neck.
Shane’s gasping and moaning, the assault on his body overwhelming his senses, Ilya’s mouth and hands stopping all thoughts he could have had. His knee rides up between Shane’s thighs, pressing against his rapidly hardening cock, already leaking. It doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up. Shane whines, his eyes filling with tears. Suddenly he gets hit with white hot pleasure, his orgasm shooting through his body like he got struck by lightning.
“I-Ilya, Ilya, Ilya,” Shane gasps, trying to come down from his overpowering orgasm, Ilya not letting up until he starts whimpering. “Shane, moy lyubimyy, fuck. You are so sexy, you look so beautiful, my good boy.” Ilya growls into his ear, raising his head and looking into Shane’s eyes, his hands framing his face. “This was my gift? Mine? I love it so much.” Ilya’s eyes are filled with so much love, so much hunger. “This was the best gift I could ever get. Fuck you are so beautiful, you are mine, my Shane.”
Shane feels so overwhelmed, tears clinging to his eyelashes, “You really liked it?” His whispers, voice wreaked and small, anxiety coming back around the edges again. “I fucking loved it. You are the best gift I could have possibly gotten.” Ilya brings their foreheads together, kissing him again, slower this time. Shane suddenly gets an idea. He breaks the kiss, a small smile on his face, cheeks flushed, lips red. He goes to slide out from under Ilya, “I’ll be right back. Stay put for me.” Ilya’s eyes are filled with a bit of confusion, but allows Shane to leave and stand up.
Shane goes into the bathroom, grabbing something from his bag. He changes out of his tattered clothes, slipping on the new item. He walks back out, seeing Ilya laying on the bed waiting for him, looking at the ceiling. “Ilya…” He smiles as he sees Ilya’s eyes widen, mouth slightly open. Shane poses slightly, leaning against the door frame, the jersey brushing against his thighs just as it did in the dressing room.
“Happy anniversary мой муж”