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Shane Hollander was not the angry type; in fact, he was quite the opposite.
He stayed out of trouble, told the truth, and kept away from people he knew would get him into trouble.
He was known as a goody two-shoes by his peers, a gentleman to the elderly, and someone who was destined to have a lucrative medical career.
It was unlike Shane to lie; he hated lying. He would always spiral about whatever his so-called " dark secret " was coming to light, and ruining his life. Even something as small as drinking the last ginger ale, he couldn’t keep his lips sealed for long. Everyone knew not to tell Shane anything that they didn’t want anybody knowing, and he was fine with that. He didn’t like drama.
Even at his prestigious college tucked into the hills of Quebec, he took night classes to avoid people and drama. He wasn’t exactly antisocial; he couldn’t be even if he wanted to. Having to deal with the press, or post-game interviews, and donor events. It’s not like he could avoid people. But when he wasn’t studying or doing something in the lab, he was at the rink.
Shane would be entering his second year in pre-med. He was known for being top of every class by some, but for most people, he was known as the star of the College hockey league, team captain, number 24, Shane fucking, Hollander.
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It was early November, the end of Canadian Thanksgiving break, and Shane would finally be heading back to college. He loved his family, but after a while, he started craving his old routine.
It’s blisteringly cold outside, nothing Shane wasn’t used to. All the snow had been shoveled into muddy ice blocks off the side of the road, preparing for round two sometime this evening. The sun had just started setting when Shane arrived, lugging his suitcase up the dorm stairwell, muttering profanities under his breath.
He always left the house with more than he came with, Yuna being sure he left with extras and spares of anything he could need for his dorm.
He let out a drawn-out sigh before shoving open the door to his dorm, expecting it to be just as he left it. But as the open door allows a larger look inside, he realizes that he’s been deceived. Before he can say anything, his overly enthusiastic RA, Mack buds in.
“Ah, Shane, you're finally back. I was starting to think you ditched us!”
He playfully elbows the man next to him.
“This is your new roommate, Ilya Rozanov. He transferred from Ottawa.”
Shane just stands there, exasperated. Roommate? Shane had never had to share his room, let alone a bathroom. A roommate would throw off the whole fung shui. He had gotten used to the vacant right side of his dorm, the tidiness, the silence. He liked being alone.
“I know this is a lot, but Ilya just got here and needed a place to stay. We’re practically booked. Plus, you two will be on the league together, so I'm sure you’ll get close pretty quickly.”
There was an uncomfortable silence that settled in the room before Mack budded in.
“Well, I’ll leave you two to it.”
Mack awkwardly shuffled out and slammed the door behind him. Shane finally had a minute to stand there, and take the man in.
He was tall with a shoulder-to-waist ratio that Shane was finding himself getting envious of. He had huge legs and messy blonde curls that covered parts of his eyes. He needed a haircut.
The two sat there in a face-off before the blonde one decided to speak.
“Shane Hollander, yes?”
Shane’s guard stayed up, making an effort to lift his chest and broaden his shoulders, almost sizing him up, even though Ilya was much larger in comparison.
“Well. I do not bite.”
I do, thought Shane.
Shane must’ve been too caught up to even realize the man’s Russian accent. He stepped forward, offering his hand.
“Sorry. Yes. Shane Hollander. You were the Centaurs team captain, correct?”
“Da. yes”
For a brief moment, Ilya’s lips separated into a sharp grin, looking Shane up and down before reaching back to Shane and shaking his hand.
As their skin pressed together in a firm handshake, Shane found himself having to hold his breath. The pungent, sweet smell of blood exuding from Ilya filled his lungs. He’d never smelt someone so strongly before.
Shane swallowed hard and took a deep breath, forcing their hands apart, staring into Ilya’s blue eyes.
He must’ve been staring too intensely, Ilya began to tilt his head in confusion
——
It was later in the night, and the snow just started falling. Shane had just taken a piping hot shower, trying to focus on that instead of the fact that he’d have to be sharing a dorm.
Dammit.
He forgot to bring clothes to change into; he hasn’t even unpacked. Ilya being here sort of threw off his night. He would try not to make him feel too bad about it, but he hated it. He hated that he had to share this already cramped dorm, even by himself, he could be kind of a mess. He was getting annoyed at the thought of the mess both of them might leave.
He brushed his teeth and washed his face, procrastinating his departure from the bathroom, only to find out Ilya had left. He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking maybe he had gone to get something to eat or maybe walk around.
As he changed, he made an effort to look down, doing his best to check his physique. Mirrors were no use. He had a pretty good idea of what he might look like though. He’d always get complimented on his toned body, his dark hair. People said he took after his mother, which Shane didn’t mind. His mother was beautiful.
He finished changing and crawled into his bed to read. It was nice to be back in his dorm with some sort of familiarity to his routine.
He didn’t particularly care for the book he was reading, but he’d much prefer this over being on his phone.
Shane’s eyes grew heavier, and heavier, and he realized Ilya still wasn’t home.
A light bulb goes off in Shane’s head.
He’s at that dumb party, getting completely sloshed with all the other freshmen.
Whatever, he thinks as he drifts off.
——
Shane only needed four hours of sleep, so he woke up pretty soon, only this time it was not on his own accord. A loud thud on the door startled him awake. Then the jingle of keys and the doorknob twisting made shane immediately close his eyes and pretend he was asleep.
The door swung open, and Ilya stumbled in with his arm draped across some plastered girl's shoulders. Her voice was high-pitched and annoying, her words slurring.
The room was completely dark, only the disappearing light from the hallway gave the two any sense of direction. So naturally they stumbled around th small area before making it to the beds.
“Is someone sleeping in here?”
“Is no one, just a dumb roommate.”
Really? Dumb roommate? Whatever.
Was Shane really about to have to sit through the sounds of his roommate having drunk sex?
Jesus Christ.
That’s unfortunately exactly what happened.
The dorm bed was shaking and slamming against the wall. The awful sounds of two peoples bare skin thrusting into each others.
It didn’t take long for Shane to learn the girl's name, as Ilya was moaning it out, Maddy. It makes it worse that Shane knows Maddy. He thought he recognized that voice from somewhere. She’s the team's social media manager… whatever that is.
Shane was seriously starting to get very uncomfortable, but also… curious… which is totally natural and normal.
What’s not so normal is how turned on this was making him. He was insanely hard.
Or maybe it was normal? Shane didn’t know.
He was never one to indulge in pornography when he was younger, even though all his teammates insisted it was the best thing since sliced bread, or would pass around the occasional nude they had been sent around the locker-room. It never really… interested Shane. It was always slightly odd to him, but he was sure it was just because he was more focused on academics or hockey.
But something about it happening less than ten feet away from him must be working…?
As they continued to have intercourse on the terrible dorm bed, Shane found it increasingly more difficult not to look, and the boner straining the inside of his boxers was getting extremely uncomfortable. He’d have to go about this very strategically.
If he flipped to face the wall, he could handle his… situation, and hopefully not be as inclined to watch while also being somewhat discreet about the whole thing.
He flips over in his bed, making sure to make as little noise as possible. Now facing the wall, he can finally take a deep breath and pretend that whatever's going on is completely normal, or some completely fucked up wet dream.
He closes his eyes as he very shamefully slides his hand in his pants. He realizes how disgusting this must be. His hand wraps around his shaft, his cock twitching. He quickly removes his hand. This feels wrong… but it feels more wrong to just leave it there.
They’re going at it especially hard now; both of them are practically screaming. The bed is sounding like it could fold in on itself any second now.
Fuck.
Shane can’t take it anymore. He slides his hand back into his boxers and motions his hand up and down around his length. He’s trying his best to be silent, but he just can’t ever so often, a small whimper escapes his lips. It’s not like they could hear him anyway, especially with the volume they're at.
He continues jerking at his length, even if his dry hands are making it extremely uncomfortable. He feels like he’s giving himself carpet burn. It’s taking all the strength inside of him not to moan so loudly it stops them in their tracks.
“Hmphh~’
He buries his head in the mattress, muffling any possible sound that might come out of him. His legs straining so tightly he might give himself a cramp.
His hands are shaking as precum leaks from his tip. There’s a soft flutter in his abdomen and a warmth throughout him. He feels it in the base of his cock, it feels so good. His whole body is shaking, letting out periodic gasps. He’s about to finish when he hears Maddy let out a long groan, followed by both of them breathing heavily. The bed has stopped shaking, and the room has gone quiet.
Fuck.
This can’t be happening.
Shane sits there for a moment, frozen still, holding himself back with all the strength in his body making sure this isn’t actually what’s happenin to him right now.
Unfortunately this wouldn’t be the first time he was right tonight.
His eyes welled with tears, he’s biting his lips so hard, trying to focus on anything else but the fact he’s fighting for his life currently. He’s wincing in pain, trying his hardest not to orgasm and cause a scene.
He lets out a shaky, high-pitched breath, hopefully quiet enough that nobody pays it any mind.
He hears two sets of feet hit the ground, the rustle of clothes, and the sounds of pants zipping.
“I will walk you back to dorm.”
Shane continues to take shallow breaths. His hand white-knuckling, balled in a fist beside him, his teeth tearing into his lips. His cheeks are hot, and beads of sweat have started forming on his forehead; every muscle in his body clenched tightly. He can’t take it much longer. He needs them to leave.
“Okay.”
Maddy obliges.
“Take my hoodie. Is cold.”
There are a few moments when the light of the hallway fills the room before the door closes and Maddy and Ilya start walking down the hallway.
Shane sporadically looks around, making sure no one is here before loosening all the muscles in his body and finally cumming.
He moans so loudly that he has to bite his arm to quiet himself, the tears fall from his eyes; Shane crying from relief.
Cum coats the inside of his boxers, but he feels too good to care.
He flips onto his back, breathing heavily. His exhausted expression turns to an open-mouthed smile as he gazes up at the ceiling. He wipes beads of sweat from his forehead, feeling complete and relaxed.
Maybe he should jerk off more often.
He decides he should clean up before his roommate gets back.
He climbs out of his bed, removing his boxers and shamefully shoving them between the wall and his dresser. He goes into the bathroom and splashes water on his face, wiping it dry with the used hand towel which is completely unlike him, but so is jerking off ten feet from your roommate.
Just as he situates himself in bed, yet again facing the wall, he hears the door open.
He shuts his eyes and makes an effort to slow his breathing.
Ilya flicks on the bathroom light, but doesn’t bother closing the door.
Shane cringes as he listens to Ilya pee and not wash his hands, let alone flush the toilet.
He finally seems to be heading to sleep, and be too hungover to remember any of this in the morning, but instead of climbing into his bed, Shane feels him pause at the side of his.
“Shane.”
Shane’s heart sinks to his feet. He ignores Ilya, keeping his eyes closed, still pretending he’s asleep making sure his breathing stays the same.
“I know you are awake. Is okay.”
Shane’s face turns beet red. He continues staring at the wall, praying that if he ignores Ilya long enough, he’ll just go to sleep thinking maybe he misheard something, or that he was wrong.
He hears a scoff exit Ilya’s mouth like any of this is remotely funny, and not the most humiliating, shameful moment of Shane’s life.
“You jerk off so loudly. Very obvious.”
This can not be happening right now. Shane is staring at the wall so hard he might accidentally pierce a hole through it.
Ilya slaps the side of his bed, making Shane jump slightly.
“Whatever. Just jerk off in bathroom like normal person next time.”