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“He hasn’t said my name for a long time,” Ilya says.
“What? You mean during_.” Shane trails off.
“No,” Ilya replies. “Just… at all.”
“Is that a big deal?” Shane questions, taking a bite of his breakfast.
“No,” Ilya says, shuffling some eggs around. “It's just a change I noticed. He used to say it all the time,” Ilya shrugs as he takes a bite.
“Like how?” Shane requests.
He glances above his head as he collects a mental list to share: “‘Fuck you, Rozanov’,” “I hate you, Rozanov. ’, ‘Rozanov, you motherfucker, eat shit.”
Shane laughs, and Ilya continues. “Even if I’m… making him feel good instead of bad,” he shifts his eyes and grins. He’s always said my name.”
Shane thinks for a moment, then shrugs. “I wouldn’t think too much of it,” he says. “He’s been going through a lot of change. Moving, changing teams, plus bringing Jackie and the kids along? It’s a lot.” He sips his coffee. “Plus, our dynamic has changed… in a kind of weird way.” He shuffles in his seat. “I think he just needs some time to get used to it. And we have an away game on Friday, so I’m sure he’ll have cursed you out by name by then.”
Ilya nods and changes the subject. But he still can’t believe he’s thinking about it this much. There must be a reason Hayden isn’t saying his name. And whatever it is, whatever walls Hayden has up, Ilya was going to break them down.
♡♡♡
When the Centaurs had a game in Ottawa, Hayden went home to his family, of course. When they went away, though, that’s when they got an extra hotel room on a different floor, away from their own rooms and teammates (which was still hot and nostalgic for Ilya and Shane). And Jackie knew well enough.
Both Shane and Ilya were intrigued the moment Hayden mentioned that sometimes Jackie uses a plug on him. They bought brand new Bluetooth plugs with different modes for this occasion. Shane couldn't believe how brave he’d been to take it through the airport. Ilya called it “exposure therapy”.
The threesome (despite Shane’s disdain of the word) had fooled around a few times, with Hayden getting more comfortable each time. And Shane, becoming more comfortable taking the lead, guides Hayden through their experimentation.
They always got things started on their own, with Ilya arriving later, giving Shane time to warm Hayden up.
Hayden was undoubtedly more comfortable with Shane, but there was something about Ilya that made him so curious. And as long as Shane was ok with it, he wanted more. They’d fooled around plenty, but Hayden’s preoccupation with Ilya’s cock had won out. He’s ready, and they all agreed Hayden would suck Ilya for the first time tonight.
Shane’s thought spiral is broken when Hayden comes out of the bathroom, and Shane does his best not to divert his eyes and properly take him in, making sure he knows he likes what he sees. And Shane does.
Hayden hurries and jumps onto the bed, hovering his body over Shane’s and kissing him straight away. Their eager hands travel over each other's bodies as they make out on the bed, loose and lazy. Shane can’t believe how good it feels to kiss Hayden, to touch him. God, how many years have they shared hotel rooms and never done anything close to this?
“Hold on,” Shane says, halting Hayden.
“What’s wrong?” Hayden sits up next to Shane on the bed.
“Nothing, I just. I just want to make sure you’re still ok with all this.”
“Dude, how many times are you gonna ask me that?” Hayden gives Shane a playful punch on his arm.
“I just want to make sure you don’t feel too weird about it,” Shane says.
“I mean… I don’t think it’ll ever not be weird, right? Especially with_” he trails off and looks at the hotel door, lowering his head.
Shane finally grasps that Ilya is right. Hayden can’t even say his name.
“That’s what I mean. Like, is it too weird with him?” Shane asks.
Hayden shrugs. “Obviously not weird enough,” he laughs at himself, eyes glancing down to the bed. He looks back up to meet Shane’s gaze. “Is it weird seeing us?” Hayden asks, a little bashful. But also with a bit of quiet satisfaction, like he’s wanted to talk to Shane about this too. “Seeing him and me?”
“Yeah, it’s fucking weird, but it’s also so fucking hot,” Shane grins, and his voice gets lower. “Seeing what he does to you?” Shane shakes his head in disbelief.
Hayden gestured with his two hands in front of him to stop Shane. “Ok, you know what’s weirder? You, talking about it.” Hayden says as he straddles Shane’s thighs. “Enough.” He plants a soft kiss on Shane’s lips. “I’m all in for the weirdness, though. And so is Jackie; she loves it when I come home with a story to tell.” He leans down to suck kisses on Shane’s neck, and Shane tilts his head and closes his eyes. “She gets super turned on, and I essentially get laid twice in 24 hours.”
“Ok, I don’t need to know that,” Shane says, opening his eyes. “Speaking of enough.” He lets his hand graze over Hayden’s ass, tracing light fingertips down his crack. “Are you ready?”
Hayden nods. His eyes are hungry and expectant, craving something.
Shane skillfully arranges Hayden on his stomach, placing a pillow beneath his hips. He spills lube onto his hands, warming it up.
“Spread your legs a bit,” he encourages, and Hayden obliges. Shane pulls one of his cheeks away to reveal Hayden’s dusty pink rim, and Shane traces his finger around it. Hayden jumps at the first touch, overwhelmed. Shane rubs there for a while, occasionally offering more pressure, gauging Hayden’s moans. Hayden sighs contentedly when Shane can slide a finger fully inside.
“Opening so well for me,” Shane praises. It feels foreign to hear the words come out of his own mouth, but he sinks into it. Hayden arches his back further and moans. “God, I love knowing how bad you want it.” When Shane can get three fingers in, He reaches for the plug. He holds Hayden’s ass cheeks apart, pushes it in, and watches it disappear slowly inside.
Hayden grips the bedspread as it slips in. Shane loves hearing his little gasps and moans, sounds he never knew his best friend made before. And now his husband was coming to join them at any moment.
Hayden turns on his back, panting as he adjusts to the blunt intrusion of the plug inside him.
Shane takes much less time opening himself up. He decides to show off, spreading his legs where he lies on the bed and roughly pushing the lubed plug in without delay, gasping.
“Fuck, why are you so sexy?” Hayden remarks.
“Come here,” Shane says, patting his thigh. Hayden positions himself between Shane’s legs, pushing his calves apart so he can access him, and they make out a little more with Hayden holding himself up on his hands, their tongues pressing and moving together. Then he leans down and gets to work on Shane’s cock.
It’s cute, the way Hayden parts his mouth before amateurly wrapping his lips around the tip. He bobs up and down a few times, getting a rhythm, and Shane feels really good. Hayden has his hands on Shane’s thighs, balancing himself.
“You’re getting so damn good at this,” Shane praises, caressing Hayden’s head. And Hayden truly gets better each time. He’s even open to feedback and advice. Shane relaxes into it, thinking about how hot his best friend is. How he can’t believe they weren’t doing this for so long, and mostly, what it will look like when Hayden has his mouth around Ilya's cock. That was even hotter.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to watch you suck him,” Shane admits. And Hayden doesn’t object; his eyes roll back as he hums in agreement around Shane’s cock.
Shane feels so powerful like this. With one arm crossed behind his head, he digs the fingertips of one hand and buries them in Hayden’s hair. “More tongue,” he encourages. And he’s once again struck by the dominance in his voice. Hayden takes no time to apply pressure as he drags his tongue up Shane’s cock and whirls it around the tip. It’s so sexy how he moans, enveloped around Shane like this. “Fuck, just like that,” Shane groans and finds the nerve to ask. “Take me deeper?”
Hayden does, taking Shane to the back of his throat, and he gags. He pulls off and wipes at his mouth. “Relax your throat a little more, remember?” Shane cues. Hayden loosens the tension in his throat and takes Shane in a bit more easily. Shane wraps his hands around Hayden’s head, and Hayden reaches his hand over one of Shane’s, encouraging him to push his head down harder, setting a cadence once he’s comfortable. He dips over Shane’s cock for a few strokes before holding him down again. Shane can tell he’s competing with himself to hold down longer, training himself. And Shane feels like he’s gonna fucking come.
Ilya enters the hotel with a quiet beep of the keypad and soft closing of the door, but Hayden is distracted anyway and pops off of Shane's cock, turning to look back at Ilya. When he does, he licks his lips and slides his knee up, intentionally (or maybe unintentionally) exposing himself. He spreads his legs enough to let Ilya see between his cheeks before turning his attention back to Shane.
Intentional. Ilya takes note (and so does Shane).
Shane set up the plugs on his phone earlier, so he handed it to Ilya.
“You want me to turn it on?” Ilya asks Hayden.
Hayden gives an apprehensive nod, sitting up between Shane’s legs. “But I’ve never used one that… does anything before,” he squirms, touching the base between his legs. Just a regular one that sits there.”
“I think you’ll like it,” Ilya remarks. He looks inquisitively at the phone. “Which one is it? There are two.” He glances at Shane, who spreads his thighs open a bit, flaunting his own plug and tugging it in and out a few times, entrancing Ilya.
Jesus. Ilya wasn’t expecting Shane to be wearing a plug, too.
He temporarily regains composure and chooses one plug to start, and Shane’s eyes roll back. He named it #1 and set it where he figures Shane will like it.
He turns Hayden’s on the lowest vibration setting, and his body quivers.
Shane guides Hayden to sit up between his legs and lean on his chest, using a hand to part his thighs so Ilya can see him. Shane strokes Hayden’s thighs from around him as Ilya sits back in a chair, angled near the long edge of the bed.
They love ruining Hayden for each other.
“You like being filled up like this?” Ilya asks Hayden.
“Mmph, yes,” Hayden admits, guiding either of Shane’s hands to grasp at his nipples. Shane drops kisses on his neck. “What else can it do?” His voice, high and airy.
“It can be stronger, or there are, like, patterns. Like this,” Ilya switches to a pulsing pattern, using his finger to toggle the app.
Hayden bites his lip, stifling a moan. “H-H_Higher,” he says. Ilya hums, stroking himself through his shorts, loving to learn Hayden. He raises it slowly, and soon, Hayden arches off of Shane. “Oh fuck,” he cries, panting.
Ilya keeps the same level but varies to a quick pulsing pattern, and Hayden convulses. “Fuck, fuck, Ro_” he whines, slapping Shane’s fingers away from his nipples and doubling over. “Shit, that’s gonna make me cum.”
Ilya immediately lowered it to the first, and lowest setting, needing Hayden to stay at this level if they want to keep playing.
And Damn. Ilya could have sworn Hayden's lips started to form the “R” shape for his name.
Ilya went into this night knowing he was going to get a Rozanov out of Hayden one way or another.
Hayden catches his breath for a moment as he comes back down. His cock, dribbling onto his thighs as Shane peppers him with kisses.
Ilya is panting at the sight of Hayden as he stands at the side of the bed. Hayden sits up from between Shane’s legs, making himself eye level with the erection in Ilya’s shorts.
“So,” Ilya says, running a hand through Hayden’s hair and pressing his pelvis foward so his cock grazes against his face. “You’re finally curious enough about me, ah?”
Hayden doesn’t say anything, just grasps the base of Ilya’s dick and begins to mouth at the tip through his shorts. Ilya and Shane watch the fabric dampen and darken with saliva.
Hayden rocks on the mattress where he sits, gently rolling his hips and enjoying the plug buzzing inside him. “Fuck, Hayden,” Shane breathes, offering himself a few strokes as Hayden grinds the plug against his prostate.
Hayden lowers the waistband of Ilya’s shorts until the elastic hugs his balls. Then, he drags his tongue from the base to the tip, looking directly at him. He plants little kisses before hollowing his cheeks and swallowing him whole. He experiments, running his tongue beneath Ilya’s foreskin (really running with Shane’s tongue advice). He shows off, swirling it around the head, making Ilya’s eyes roll back.
“How long have you been thinking about this?” Ilya asks, unable to not notice how eager Hayden is. He gently tugs at the crown of Hayden’s hair.
Hayden pulls his mouth off to speak. “Just long enough not to talk myself out of it,” he murmurs.
Ilya tosses the phone to Shane, and Hyaden speaks up. “Higher,” he requests right away, still rocking against the plug. Shane obliges while Hayden didn’t waste a second getting his mouth and tongue back around Ilya’s cock, moaning around it when he finally gets it there.
“Mm,” Ilya moans, “More, show me what Shane has been teaching you,” he says, bracing a hand behind Hayden’s neck.
Shane strokes himself slowly as he watches. Slow. He’s too close.
Hayden takes Ilyas's cock to the base and holds him there, just like he did for Shane, letting out a little gag and looking up at him.
“Fuck,” Ilya whispers.
His orgasm is building already as Hayden obediently swallows him down. He looks over at Shane, who is fucking the plug in and out of himself, occasionally lifting it and using the vibration to stroke along his own cock before slipping into his ass again. All this, while Hayden’s mouth shifts to Ilya's balls, sucking one into his mouth at a time and running his tongue over the delicate flesh.
Ilya pulls out of Hayden’s mouth and squeezes his cock, willing himself not to come. “Turn over,” he commands. “I want to see it.” Truth is, Ilya is too close to the edge right now, and he needs to walk himself back.
Hayden looks a little hesitant, but he bends onto all fours on the bed between Shane’s legs, giving Ilya the view he wants. He arches back, spreading himself as far as he can, so Ilya can see all of him. While he’s there, he offers Shane more of his mouth.
He shows off, enthusiastically deep-throating Shane again. The sight transfixes Ilya. He begins wondering what it might feel like inside Hayden. What he tastes like. Wonders if Hayden would ever let Ilya open him up, or at least let him watch Shane do it.
Fuck. This was not helping. Ilya loses sight of the plug when Shane and Hayden’s lips meet again. It’s wet and messy, and they let out a harmony of moans as they frot against each other.
Ilya can tell they’re getting too close. And Hayden has that delightful fucked out look about him now, as if he’d do just about anything to come. Now is the time.
“Me first,” Ilya growls, scratching down Hayden’s back.
Hayden sits back up, and without warning, Ilya grabs both sides of his face and pumps his cock into Hayden’s throat. Hayden whimpers and gags but tries to catch up.
When Ilya gives him a break, he moans and pants, lips sheening with spit, a string still connecting his lips to Ilya’s cock. He touches his nipples, rocking back on his plug a bit more desperately now.
“You like that, is what you want?“ Ilya asks, “You want me to fuck your mouth?’ Ilya pushes his hips so his cock grazes against Hayden’s neck and mouth. “Or you want to swallow me yourself?”
“Fuck my mouth,” Hayden pants. “Please.”
Ilya drags his cock over Hayden’s lips. “Please, who?” He says low and knowingly, waiting for him to break his anti-Rozanov streak.
Hayden’s lips chase his cock, but Ilya keeps it away. Then, he thrusts in quickly, giving him a little more, before pulling away again.
“Again,” Hayden says. “Please.”
“Please, who?” Ilya repeats, gripping Hayden’s chin.
And it’s the slightest countenance.
The briefest eyebrow raise, the hushest hum in response when Ilya says it, and an almost imperceptible smirk on Hayden’s lips.
A tint of darkness shades Hayden’s eyes, and Ilya knows instantly that none of this was a coincidence. He’s been waiting for Ilya to ask this. He looks confident and so fucking hot, damn near smug.
Ilya waits agog, holding his cock near Hayden’s lips as an offering.
“More, please,” Hayden licks his lips. “Captain.”
He says it just low enough for Ilya to hear. And something about Hayden plotting for this moment sends Ilya over the fucking edge.
Ilya grips the hair at the back of Hayden’s head and uses it as a handle to shove his head onto his cock. It’s brutal, thrusting his hips wildly while pushing Hayden down, rewarding him with what he wants.
The sounds are Filthy. The gagging and gulping, the gasp of any ragged inhale Hayden can steal between thrusts into his mouth, his throat bulging with each pump of Ilya’s hips. He grips onto Ilya's thighs for leverage as tears and drool stream down his face and out of the corners of his mouth.
“Hm, so messy,” Ilya drawled, gripping Hayden’s chin and forcing him to lock his tear-rimmed, blown-out eyes at him. Ilya grips both sides of his face before thrusting through his lips again.
“Fuck,” Ilya groans, throwing his head back. He glances at Shane again. He’s lying back on the pillows, watching a fully wrecked Hayden, and is dangerously close. He lifts his hips off the bed, spreading his legs wide so Ilya can see.
And now Ilya is done. He looks down at Hayden and thrusts impossibly faster, Hayden’s muffled gags growing higher in pitch, and his hips rolling rapidly on the plug.
“Do it,” Shane chokes out, hand moving furiously over his cock. “I want to see.”
Hayden crosses his hands and arms around Ilya’s ass and holds him deep. Ilya shudders and stills for the last time, groaning as he shoots down Hayden’s throat, and stumbling on his feet as his orgasm tears through him.
Hayden coughs when Ilya finally releases him, catching his breath after having his throat fucked. By his team captain.
“Go,” Ilya orders Hayden, nodding toward Shane.
Hayden crawls his way to Shane, climbing on top of him and recommencing their frotting.
Ilya reaches for the phone and adjusts each of their plugs to a higher setting, and their moans get more desperate. Shane grips both their cocks as they tremble, making messes on each other, breaking their kiss when they come.
Ilya makes his way onto the bed and arranges Shane and Hayden on their backs. He leans down between them and begins to lick the cum off their chests, sucking their flesh clean. First Hayden, then Shane. He gives Shane a deep kiss, and Ilya intentionally pushes the remnants of the cum into his mouth. Then, Shane tugs the plug out of himself, letting it fall to the bed.
Ilya guides his hand to the base of Hayden’s plug, asking a wordless question. Hayden nods, and Ilya slowly drags the plug out. Hayden gasps at the sudden emptiness. And Ilya soothes him with soft fingertip strokes to his hip.
They lie there for a while before they come down, clean up, and eventually make it back to their own rooms for the night.
♡♡♡
Ilya sleeps in the next morning and meets Shane and the team downstairs for breakfast. The team is in good spirits, casual and friendly after a win away last night.
“Good morning,” Ilya chimes behind Shane, wrapping a hand around his waist and kissing his cheek. He’s greeted cheerfully by other teammates. He makes his way to the breakfast bar and reaches for a coffee cup.
“Rozanov,” he hears Hayden from behind him. He turns to find Hayden holding a travel mug of coffee, probably dressed just the way he likes it.
Their eyes meet when Ilya’s hand touches the mug, and Hayden supplies an eyebrow raise. It’s that look again.
I got you. I brought you down here. And Ilya has to stifle back a smirk.
“So,” Hayden says, breaking their silence. He stands beside Ilya in front of the breakfast bar. “Can you believe the Admirals lost in OT yesterday?”
Ilya sips from his paper cup. He casually scans around, observing enough distance from others before turning back to Hayden. “You know, you were a lot more interesting to talk to when you were stuffed with a plug.”
“Oh fuck you, Rozanov!” Hayden shouts, shoving Ilya with both hands. Hard. Ilya stumbles back enough for coffee to spill out of the plastic lid of his cup while Hayden’s cup lay spilled on the floor. And there’s nothing Ilya can do but laugh, pleased with himself.
“Such a fucking dick,” Hayden mutters to himself as he stomps away. A few teammates look questioningly at each other, but a scene like this is pretty common for Ilya and Hayden, so they ultimately think nothing of it.
Shane looks disapprovingly at Ilya, rolls his eyes, and heaves a heavy sigh, walking over to where Ilya has regained his stance. He collects napkins from a nearby dispenser and kneels down to clean up the liquid. Ilya leans down to pick up the spilled cup.
“What did you do?” Shane hisses.
Ilya just smiles. He can’t wait to see what other surprises Hayden has in store for them.