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It came down to this—Shane and Ilya at Ilya's Ottawa house, sitting on the sectional, compiling a list. Shane made a spreadsheet, because of course he did.
“Someone discreet,” Ilya said.
“Obviously,” Shane replied. He blew his hair out of his face. Ilya loved it when it was like this—impractically long and a little in his way. More fun to pull. “Attractive.”
“No, I thought we would pick someone fucking ugly.”
“You're so funny,” Shane said dryly. Ilya loved this, too, when Shane was kind of a bitch to him.
“Athletic,” Shane added after a moment. “To keep up with us. Someone who wouldn't get attached.”
They added to the list over the course of the afternoon. It was fun and sexy, and if they took a blow job break, that was no one's business. They discussed a few people. When Ilya said “Scott Hunter” with a straight face, Shane laughed so hard he thought he could maybe skip his ab workout.
Then Shane said a name, and it was obvious.
They made their plan.
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“Fuck,” Shane groaned. “Fuck!”
He was getting it from behind, hard in that way no one but Ilya had ever been able to give it to him. Now, though—
“Focus,” Ilya chided, as he guided Shane's head back to suck his cock. Shane obeyed; he loved it when Ilya told him what to do, loved the way he took charge.
This had been a very good idea. The AirB&B was booked under a pseudonym. They selected a location across town from the stadium, for an extra layer of discretion. They chose their guest's home turf, figuring it was more polite. Shane had suggested a hotel room, but Ilya knew they would need a whole building. “You get loud,” he'd said, and God, had Shane wanted to wipe that smug look off his face.
“You should see yourself, Hollander,” Ilya said. “You look so fucking good like this.”
Their guest was silent. It was part of why they had picked him; they knew he wouldn't tell.
Shane moaned around Ilya's cock. The pressure of a second enormous cock against his prostate was just too much. Big hands gripped his hips hard, and he lost it. He spent on the expensive sheets.
Immediately, he was embarrassed. He was the only one who had come. He looked up to see the tension between Ilya and their guest. Shane didn't like to share, but he was desperate to watch them together. He had never been this turned on in his life.
“Come here, big guy,” Ilya said. He grabbed a fistfull of vibrant orange hair and pulled Gritty, to him. Gritty and Ilya ground their cocks together, until they both came. Probably Gritty's spunk was orange. I don't know; I'm not a scientist.
They fucked like three more times after that. It was super hot and good. Room service was delivered while Shane and Ilya showered off together.
“This doesn't exactly fit into my diet,” Shane complained.
When Gritty turned his big, intimidating eyes to Shane, he sighed and took a big bite of his cheesesteak. It was hot and delicious and huge, just like Gritty.
“Thank you for having a threesome with us, Philadelphia Flyers' mascot Gritty,” Shane said.
Gritty said nothing in response.