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The first time it happens Shane’s heart nearly stops.
They had just wrapped up the last day of Game Changers camp in Montreal. This was already their second year of camps and Hayden was determined to make it a tradition for them to hang at Shane’s after the final day. Shane would much much rather use this precious time off getting railed by his wonderful boyfriend, but he couldn't exactly explain that to Hayden so here they were. Sitting on Shane’s couch. Watching some action movie that he could not care less about.
Exactly what Shane wanted for tonight.
Halfway through the movie Hayden had paused the movie and excused himself to the bathroom. Unfortunately for Shane, Hayden had no sense of privacy so not even 2 minutes later the captain was being accosted by a familiar black and gold pattern.
“DUDE! What the FUCK? Why in the hell do you have a Rozanov sweatshirt in your bathroom?” with every sentence Hayden’s voice seemed to gain an octave.
“Hayden what the fuck? Why are you going through my shit?” Shane is snatching the fabric from his hands and holding it to his chest, “Why the fuck do you even have this?”
“Me?! Why the fuck do you even have it?!”
Looking back at this moment, Shane would genuinely be so proud of himself for how quickly he was able to conjure up an excuse for why in the world he would have another team's merchandise in his house. Nevermind something of Rozanov's of all people.
“Dude,” Shane starts, tone almost annoyed, “Rozanov was here yesterday after camp to talk logistics for the Ottawa one. He probably left it as a prank to piss me off.”
For a moment it seems like Hayden isn't buying it- his face the picture of disbelief. Shane’s excuse hangs in the air for a moment before Hayden lets out a breath and laughs.
“Damn, I still don’t understand how you guys run this charity together. He’s such a dick. And seriously? A prank? What is he five?”
Shane lets out a nervous laugh, not keen on Hayden getting to the “bash Ilya Rozanov at every possible moment” part of their evening.
“Hah, yeah. He’s got a shit sense of humor at times. Argues like he's five too.”
“At times? He’s an asshole, Shane. Plus he’s a Bear! You couldn’t have started a charity with someone on a better team? Seriously, I’ve never met someone who was more of a piece of-”
“Okay Hayd, I get it,” Shane cuts him off. “I get that he’s a dick, but he still is my partner with the charity stuff so cool it, man.” Shane fights the urge to defend the love of his life further, knowing it’ll only provoke more questions.
Hayden deflates, “Yeah, dude, you're right. Sorry, he just gets to me.”
Shane sighs, “I know, he has that effect on people.” Before Hayden can start in again on the Rozanov trash talk, Shane restarts the movie. He learned early on in their friendship that movies made for a very effective tactic in shutting his best friend up.
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Earlier that morning Shane found himself waking up alone for the first time in a full week. Ilya had to leave early to sort something out for their last day of camp and insisted Shane stay in bed. He protested at first, but eventually conceded when he felt his muscles screaming as he stretched awake. After realizing it was their last night together for a few weeks, Ilya definitely went way harder than was advisable with one day of camp left- not that Shane was complaining. He knows he should just be grateful for the time they had, but the lack of warmth behind him this morning makes his chest ache and his stomach clench with want.
Now, Shane doesn’t like to think of himself as a slut. He may not see his boyfriend as much as he’d like, but he likes to believe he has some sense of decorum when it comes to being horny. Well that morning, any inkling of propriety was thrown out the window as he rolled over, pressing his morning wood into the mattress. The movement had him arching his back, feeling the burn in his thighs and the soreness of the bruises that Ilya had pressed into his hips the night before.
As he flipped, Shane’s eye caught on the black sweatshirt laying perfectly in the spot his boyfriend had slept. If Shane had a clearer mind during this he would have realized this was a peace offering Ilya left to make up for having to leave early. The sweatshirt was neatly folded in the way Shane preferred and recently sprayed with cologne. Without a second thought, Shane grabs the sweatshirt and puts it on. The weight of the fabric on his skin and the scent of Ilya’s aftershave only makes Shane more desperate, his cock fully hard and leaking. Shane whines and ruts into the mattress a few times before realizing he needs more than this. Ignoring his weeping dick, Shane quickly wets his fingers on his tongue before pulling his boxers down and pressing into himself. He could still feel how loose he was from Ilya fucking him within an inch of his life last night. Between the smell of Ilya's aftershave and the bruises acting as a phantom of Ilya's touch, Shane could almost convince himself Ilya was here with him.
Way quicker than he’d ever admit to his menace of a boyfriend, Shane is coming into his fist.
He stays face down, ass up for another few breaths before accepting that it's officially time for him to get his day started. Shane carries himself into the bathroom, peeling Ilya’s sweatshirt off as he goes about his routine. Embarrassingly, he gives his boyfriend’s merch a little kiss before hanging his on the back of the door, where it’ll remain forgotten until an unsuspecting Hayden has to take a leak later that night.