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Lily: If I win today. You come to my Hotel room.
Jane: And if I win?
Lily: I come to your house.
Jane: Fuck off „lily“.
Lily: Oke fine, we will talk later about where we meet we have game to play da.
Jane: We wont meet.
Lily: :(
2015
Montreal and Boston are about play the last game of the season together as Ilya and Shane take their place at the center line. It has been a good year for both teams but everyone is glad for the season to end, to have some free time (some more than others). They position them selfs, waiting for the puck to drop. Shane can feel Ilya‘s grinning face without having to look up into his eyes, if he would do that he could not stop him self from smiling back. They have been hooking up regularly for many years now, they would definitely meet up even if they joked around about not doing so.
The game ends and Montreal wins 4:2 . The crowd went crazy today and the metros could not have been happier. Ilya did not really care, his thoughts were consumed by him laying on Shane’s bed later tonight. After years of only meeting in hotels they finally moved on to their apartments. Even though he knows Shane does not really live there he still prefers it. They exchanges quick brow raises while shaking hands and return to their locker rooms.
„Did Boston even try today? They were a shit show on the ice.“ J.J complained.
Shane does not acknowledge any slander anymore, his only goal right now is to get home as fast as possible and wait for Rozanov.
„No, No Shane don‘t tell me you‘re going home.“
„Sorry Hayd I am real tired, I don‘t really feel like going out today.“ He would if Ilya would come with. Sometimes he wishes they could do like….couple stuff? He knows they‘re not a couple nor together, and there is no chance for them to be but he still imagines from time to time. He never had anything like this with anyone. Shane is already mourning the time where they don’t get to do this anymore. He wonders if Ilya feels similar or if it‘s still just a way to spend his time while staying in another city. Still just a way to get the trouble, the adrenaline rush he craves. He leaves the rink after peeking into the hallway where the rival team has their locker room. Standing there. Way too long. Pretending to tie his shoes. Seeing if they would leave at the same time. They didn’t. Shane got into the parking lot, still seeing the Boston team bus. „So they‘re not at the hotel yet.“ he thinks while getting into his car. Enough time for him to get home, and wait.
Lily: Are you at your apartment?
He could not wait to get out of there. Silently complaining about his teachers taking to long to shower and get dressed. „Chill rozy, Montreal Jane wont kick you out if you are late:“ Marleau always mocks him for not going to clubs with him anymore while in Montreal, well in general, he didn’t really want anyone else these days. Just Montreal Jane. „She will Marleau, strict programm you know“ they leave the rink laughing. He does not see Shane’s car in the parking lot.
Lily: ??????
Jane: Yes, gosh I was driving.
Jane: I am home. Hurry.
Lily: Still not at hotel. But yes, wait for me.
Shane bought cokes. No he didn’t. He always has them, stocked in the fridge even though he does not drink Sodas. But he loves when Ilya still tastes like them, he gets the taste without having to deal with the calories. An hour passes by without Ilya showing up.
Jane: Where the fuck are you?
Lily: In traffic. Taxi was late.
Jane: Okay hurry up.
Lily: can’t wait?
Jane: Fuck you.
Jane: Text when you are here.
Lily: I am here.
Jane: You said you were in traffic?
Lily: Yes, now I am here open door.
Shane opens the door and Ilya looks good. Too good. He is wearing a way too big, loose t shirt with a V cut neck, his chain hanging out of his shirt. His hair is still damp like he just got out of the shower. He steps in, Shane clashes his mouth right onto his.
It’s a hungry kiss, wet and aggressive. Ilya grunts into his mouth with surprise but returning Shane’s ways by putting his hands on him. Ilya‘s big hands cradle Shane’s jaw, pulling him even closer, getting Ilya’s tongue more access into his throat. They kiss against Shane’s dinner table. Every now and then a loud moan escapes them wich makes them even more feral for each other. There is no talking. They do not need words to communicate. Ilya‘s hands rest on the wooden table, pressing himself closer to Shane causing friction. He is pulling at Ilya’s shirt hinting him to take it off. He runs his hands along Ilya’s hard muscles, his thumbs scrape his nipples making Ilya‘s cock twitch. Shane is sitting on the table by now, having Ilya’s knee between his thighs. Rubbing against it to give his cock some attention. Their hands explore the others body the whole time.
„Rozanov. Bedroom now.“
Without hesitation Ilya grabs Shane under his thighs, picks him up and carries him to the bedroom. This is not the first time he has done this but Shane is stunned every time. Their mouths does not leave the others body til Shane is being dumped onto the bed. Ilya stays standing at the end of the bed admiring him.
„Take off your clothes.“ they have grown far more comfortable with expressing their affection to each other, well they play it off hiding it in teasing and mocking the other.
Ilya joins Shane on the bed and starts kissing his upper body while murmuring sentences into his soft skin. „You are so beautiful.“
Shane never did acknowledge or mention Ilya’s little remarks, he was just greatful that he has gotten brave enough to say them. They made Shane’s heart skip a beat every single time.
„Fuck.“
Shane‘s hands travel to his head as soon as Ilya takes a long lick along Shane’s length. He kisses the tip and licks along his slit tasting Shane’s drops of pre cum. While his mouth pays attention to Shane’s dick his fingers start to draw circles around Shane’s rim applying pressure, making Shane whimper into his own hands wich he covers his face with so Ilya could not see how far gone he already was.
„I want to hear you, Hollander, please let me hear what you like.“
„Ah- Roz- I want to suck your dick while you open- ah me up.“
Ilya looks up at him. Shanes face already flushed with his freckles popping. He moves to reposition himself on the Mattress so Shane can go on top of him. Shanes face to Ilya’s cock, wich is already throbbing with pressure and hole to Ilya’s face. He loves when Shane tells him exactly what he want to do. When Shane is already so aroused that his anxiety does not stand a chance against the confidence that appears while he is with Ilya. They find a comfortable enough position for them to continue and as soon as Ilya feels Shane’s wet lips around him he puts his tongue onto his hole. He feels his whole body shiver on top of him. Shane gives moans from Finn wich lead to vibrating in his mouth and on Ilya’s dick.
„Uff Hollander you are so good for me. He murmurs with his hands on Shane’s hips.
He feels Shane’s dick twitching while laying on Ilya’s broad chest. He pushes two fingers inside after his tongue made it all slick, pushing his fingers back in forth, making Shane rest his head on Ilya’s thigh an take in the sensation. He jerks his hips up and down to get some fricktion on his cock, without any luck. Shane is a heavy 200 pound athlete and not exactly light weight. That didn’t matter in that moment. Ilya felt all of his weight on him but he knows he would miss it as soon as he would leave Shane’s place in a couple hours that’s why he enjoys it while it lasts.
„I am ready. Pl- please.“
„Please what?“ Shane gets off of Ilya.
„Fuck me Rozanov.“ they get close to each others mouths and Ilya breathes: „oh I will.“ into Shane’s throat. They make out gently with Shane sitting on Ilya’s lap and Ilya’s hands cupping his ass. Shane grips Ilya’s hair tightly, pulling his head back, letting his mouth fall even more open. It isn’t even kissing anymore. Both their mouths are wide open with their tongues tangled within. Hot and wet. Saliva dripping down their chins. Ilya‘s spit covered hand travels down Shane’s body til it reaches his dick, giving him slow lazy stokes while sucking on Shane’s tongue.
„Me on top?“ Shane whispers
„Yes.“ Ilya answers while he covers him self in lube that laid next to them on the bed the whole time. Shane is already lifting him self up, ready to sink down again.
The tip presses against Shane’s opening making both of them breathe heavily into each other. He takes Ilya in fully with just one motion.
„Fuck Hollander, you are so tight for me.“ gripping his hips hard to hold him in place on him.
„Oh you are so deep.“ Shane says and starting a slow flowy motion, going back and forth while Ilya tries hard not to let Shane see take if he is going to keeps this up he is going to cum. Their faces lean on each other while Ilya wants Shane to speed up the pace by moving his hips for him.
„Please Holla- I can’t.“
„No I know you can, just a little longer.“ he continues with riding slowly back and forth and kissing Ilya’s neck mixed with licking across his chest making him shiver as Shane‘s tongue reaches his nipples.
„Harder or I will cum don‘t do this to me.“
Without having to ask another time Shane speeds up. Now pounding up and down on Ilya with his hands stabilizing him on Ilya’s chest.
„Oh Fuck! Ah- yes don‘t stop.“
„I wont oh-.“ by now he is wiggling down on him to take him even deeper wich isn’t even possible any more.
„Are you-? I will-.“ Ilya asks knowing he is about to cum at any moment. Letting Shane know that if he should not want him being inside him during that he should say that now.
„Yes I am. Cum Rozy. In me pleasee-.“ he is riding him in smooth motions but going harder as soon as he notices how close Ilya is.
Ilya does not need to be told twice.
„Oh yes Shane!“
He releases into Shane grunting so hard it can almost count as screaming. Not too many seconds after Shane follows shooting so hard it reaches his neck. Still sitting on Ilya, Ilya props him self up to kiss Shane. His kisses travel down south to his neck, tasting his warm cum and moaning against his throat.
„That was so fucking hot. Ilya…“ This is the first time they used their first names. They have wanted for so long. So many fucking years. They lay next to each other on the messy bed. Just thinking.
„I will get a towel or something.“ Ilya says while getting up into the bathroom.
Shane stays. Admiring Ilya’s physic. He return with a wet cloth, to clean Shane up, looks like he cleaned him self while in the bathroom. Ilya starts by running the damp towel first over Shane’s stomach before moving on to his chest and neck. Shane spreads his legs for Ilya to reach his ass. This goes all without words. The room smells like sex, just like they do. The high still thriving through them. As soon as he is finished Ilya gives a quick kiss to Shane’s peck and throws the cloth on the night stand along with the lube that was still laying in between the sheets. Shane props himself up so Ilya can lean against his chest, their fingers intertwine and Shane’s face sinks down into Ilya’s golden curls taking deep breaths.
„What time is it?“ Ilya asks while kissing every one of Shane’s finger individually.
„I don‘t want to look Ilya.“ They want to cherish every single second they get like this. Just laying together. Breathing. Ilya leans over Shane to see the alarm clock on the opposite side of the bed. He let‘s him self fall down by taking the weight off of his arms, landing hard on Shane’s stomach making him choke on air.
„H- H- Ilya!“
„Almost twelve.“ he grunts into the mattress while Shane strokes his back.
„What if you stayed the night?“ Shane proposes shyly.
„Shane. Flight at eight tomorrow. Eight a.m.“
„Fuck this.“ Ilya props him self up, looking at Shane very confused.
„The flight I mean. You wont take this stupid eight a.m. flight. If you want…to stay…here..of course.“
Ilya is grinning so hard Shane wants to start laughing because he just looks so cute.
He jumps on top of Shane, giving him kisses over his whole face. This quick make out turn into a very deep hug where Ilya buries his face in a nook between Shane’s face and his chest, giving him very ticklish kisses now and then.
„So..does that mean yes? You are staying?“
Ilya wants to stay forever. He wanted to tell him. To tell him he does not want to go anywhere Shane would not be. But he can’t. Instead he says:
„If you really want be too, I will just tell the team Jane is very strict. Will not let me leave.“ in a very sarcastic way.
„Fuck you.“
„I just did Hollander, you are very greedy.“ they are so close their noses are scraping each other.
„Shut up.“
They lay there for a while. With Ilya resting on Shane’s chest, listening to his heartbeat while Shane plays with his hair. In silence.
They fall asleep, cuddled in with each other breathing into their skins. They could worry tomorrow about what the hell they are doing here. This should not be happening but tonight they are both too happy to think about that.