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Shane and Ilya are doing fucking fantastic, thank you for asking. No, really.
That summer at the cottage two years ago they decided that they loved each other, no matter what. They knew what plans they wanted to make to be together, and they were set into motion pretty quickly.
Ilya went to Ottawa as planned once his contract ended the following April, they started scaffolding what would become the Irina Foundation, and they tried to find time to be together as often as possible. What made it even better though, is that the “hide until we retire” plan felt pretty impossible pretty much immediately, for Ilya and for Shane. And that made things go pretty fast.
Shane came out to his team about being gay when the playoffs ended that season, and just spontaneously decided to add his relationship with Ilya to the bomb drop. Things didn’t go well, to say the least. That next season Shane found himself pretty squarely on the outs - teammates intentionally throwing passes just past where he’d be on plays they’d practiced hundreds of times, no invites to the bars after games, and minimal eye contact in the locker room. After talking to his parents and Ilya, Shane decided to meet with the GM and management about a month into the regular season about waiving his no-trade clause. In one of the most economical meetings he’d ever been in, he waived it on the condition he be traded to Ottawa, and because Montreal was pretty much done with him emotionally, they said they’d make it happen. And they did.
And over the holidays, Shane moved in with Ilya. They came out on their own terms over Christmas, and that was that. If you’d asked Shane about it when he sat up until 3am making plans in his head that fateful summer, he wouldn’t have imagined it going quite this well.
Did they still have bullshit to deal with from players and “fans” on social media? Absolutely. But did they care? Not one fucking bit. They were together, they were out, that’s what counted.
The first couple of games with Ottawa took some adjusting for Shane. He was on the second line now, adjusting to new plays, developing his shared language with his linemates, and he no longer had the burden of the captaincy on his shoulders. Hockey felt fun again for the first time in a while.
Plus, on the power play, he was out with Ilya. What a rush. Their chemistry extended to the ice, Ilya meeting Shane right where he needed him, snapping pucks past goalies before they’d even registered the pass. It was a cheat code for the Centaurs, and everyone knew it. Playing together was a dream.
The All-Star game that year was in Dallas. Shane and Ilya both weren’t on the roster. Farah talked to the league about giving him a break during Shane’s trade negotiations and he didn’t end up on the list for fans to vote on, much to his relief. He decided he was going up to the cottage for the week to rest. Ilya had something come up with his niece’s trust back in Russia that he needed to tend to, and was granted an exemption as well. Ilya would actually be gone for two weeks, spanning the All-Star Break and the following week, trying to minimize the number of Cens games he would miss.
They hadn’t been apart a day since the last box arrived at Ilya’s (their) place in Ottawa. They showered together every night and ate every meal at the same table. Life was pretty great. Which meant that the sting of two weeks apart started to feel particularly real right before Ilya finished packing his bags.
“It’s going to be so weird being without you for two whole weeks, solnyshko.”
“I know. We are just getting used to this. But we’ll try to call or FaceTime every day right?”
“Yes. And you will send me texts when you think about me?”
“Don’t I always?”
“Yes, but…I have a way to get even more texts. I made you something.”
“Ilya! You got me a present? It’s just two weeks!”
“Is as much a present for me as for you. And I made it.”
“Okay, I have to see this.”
Ilya goes into the office and comes out with a piece of cardstock clutched to his chest.
“You remember when you dragged me to bingo?”
Shane raised an eyebrow. “At the resort last summer?”
“Yes. I complained because I did not want to go, less time for sex.”
Shane chucked and rolled his eyes. “You were very indignant.”
“I acted like I did not have fun at first, but I did end up liking it, even though we lost. But ever since then, I’ve had an idea. And because we will be without each other for two weeks, I thought we could try.”
Ilya hands the paper to Shane, and Shane’s expression changes a few times as he looks it over.
“You made me a bingo card?”
“I made it in Canva. Harris showed me. Do you like?”
Shane looked it over. “You made a Canva account?”
“Shane, it was free-” Ilya sighed. “Do you like it or no?”
“Sorry! I’m just processing. Yes, I do like it, a lot. But how does it work?”
Ilya’s shoulders relaxed and a grin smacked across his face. He pulled Shane onto the couch and started to explain.
“Okay, I wanted to give you something to keep you busy while I was gone. I will try and call as much as I can, but with the time difference it may be hard for us, so I wanted to give you things to do to make you think of me, and to send me things that would make me think of you.” He waggled his eyebrows, and Shane laughed.
“This is cute. Keep going.”
“There is a mix of things on the card. Some to keep you horny for me–”
A wink.
“Some gym things, some funny things, and…”
He cast his eyes to the floor and smiled a soft smile. “Some things to make you be kind to yourself. Treats.”
Shane looked at him, sparkling eyes burning a hole through him. Ilya met his eyes and they both grinned.
“Is that what ‘Pike Baby Photo’ is?”
Ilya shrugged and smiled. “I know you have missed them since you moved. Would be a good excuse to visit, if that’s what you chose to do.”
Shane’s brow furrowed as he considered. “What I chose to do?”
“Yes. There are a few different…rewards, depending on which bingo you get.”
Ilya explained the rest of the rules.
A “regular bingo,” like diagonal, or a single row or column, was a special Dom/sub scene that they’d act out.
“Four corners” meant a special date night with the new vibrating plug that Shane’s been wanting to test out.
And the full board? Shane’s choice.
“Could be anything you want. I will do anything you ask.”
Shane smiled and grabbed Ilya’s hand. “How long did it take you to plan this?”
“Not too long. I talked to Sveta about it and she helped. The team a little too. Bood gave me the idea about the different rewards.”
“You talked to the team about the scene stuff?? Ilya!”
“No, nothing like that. I just told them I wanted to do bingo for you while I was gone and he said that giving you the choice of what reward you wanted could be fun.”
“Ah. Well, that’s really sweet, baby. Thank you, I’m really excited about this actually. Can I look at them more closely to see if there’s any I’m not sure about?”
Ilya smiled softly and leaned forward, kissing Shane on the temple.
“Of course. I need to finish packing anyway. Come in the room with me while you read?”
They went back to their room, and Shane really studied the bingo card.
“You really had fun in Canva, huh? Hot Boyfriend Bingo?”
Ilya chuckled. “Did you see the middle?”
“Ya tebya lyublyu, Ilyusha.” Shane looked up and grinned.
“Okay, keep reading.”
Shane noticed a couple workout-related options, and a couple cute ones like “Pet a Cat” and “Dance to Toxic.” Others were more difficult but still doable, like taking a shot of vodka. Some clearly sexual ones that made him blush. The self-care options that Ilya mentioned. Overall, this seemed doable.
“Ilyusha! There’s two here that involve water and being outside. It’s February.”
Ilya laughed. “I was wondering if you’d catch them.”
“You want me to wash the car and skinny dip in February. In Canada.”
“They are options. You can choose to do them or not. Would be hot for me.”
Shane grumbled, crossing his arms and huffing softly. But I wanted to do the whole thing.
“I couldn’t just make it easy, kotik. You would finish it too fast and time would go slowly after that.”
Shane sighed. And then looked again and his eyes flew open as he jerked his head toward Ilya.
“WAIT. A Gordie Howe Hat Trick?! Are you out of your fucking mind?”
Ilya laughed again, so hard he doubled over and had to sit on the ground. “I thought it would be fun to see you get into a fight. Would have me so hard and turned on for you all the way across the world. We do play Montreal while I’m gone, so you could take out some frustration onto their stupid faces.”
“You know there’s no way I’m doing that, right? I have never been in a fight and I don’t plan to start now for sex bingo.”
“I figured. But it was funny, so I included it.”
“But now I don’t get my choice!"
“You do still get a choice on the card. Right next to the Gordie Howe spot. It just won’t be a reward choice.”
“Ugh, fine. The rest of these make sense to me in theory. I’ll still need to think about how I want to go about this, but you knew that I’d find that fun.”
They smiled fondly at one another again. Shane slid off the bed and crawled across the floor to where Ilya sat, scooting between his legs and leaning in for a soft kiss.
“I am glad you like it.”
“Thank you again, baby. I love that you did this. Now…are you done packing?”
“I can be.”
Shane tackled Ilya to the floor, showering him with kisses on the way down.
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Ilya left for the airport early the next morning. He gave Shane lots of kisses as he said goodbye at the front door, on his eyelids, his freckles, his nose, memorizing every inch of his face with his mouth before he didn’t get to see it in person again for two weeks. They both got a little misty-eyed, but held it together, and Shane waved from the driveway as the car pulled out of the driveway.
The house was quiet. Too quiet. Luckily, Shane was leaving soon, too. He jumped in the Land Rover, bags and Anya loaded in the backseat, and headed up to the cottage.
—
Shane pulled into the driveway and took a deep breath. The cottage looks so different in the winter than the summer. The dull, bluer light makes the windows sparkle, but without the frenetic energy of bright yellow sunshine. It’s peaceful, reflective. Perfect for a week off with nothing to do but rest.
It’s so strange to be here without Ilya. Shane closed his eyes and remembered the first time Ilya came to the cottage with him. They were both so nervous to be alone together with nothing but time, after a decade of hushed encounters and denied feelings. Now when they’re here, time feels infinite, because now the summer ends with getting in the car together and going back home. The thought makes Shane smile warmly before getting out and unpacking his bags.
Shane settles into the couch with his notebook and the bingo card in hand. The first time he read it, he realized that most of the things Ilya added weren’t designed to take all that long. It was meant to be fun, and not particularly taxing, fitting easily into the pre-designed cadence of Shane’s life.
Obviously, Shane wants to go for the full board, a “blackout.” But the Gordie Howe Hat Trick is the real thing that stands in his way of that. He’s thought of a couple potential solutions, but just decides to have fun with the board. If he goes for as many as he can, he will surely have at least one of the two rewards done by the time Ilya gets back. Shane just thinks of it as a fun to-do list.
He then looks at the card more closely. When they first discussed the card, Ilya specifically said that Shane was missing the Pikes, so he included an activity that involves the kids to encourage Shane to visit. A day in Montreal would be fun.
Thinking about a full day in Montreal has him wondering…could he combine some of these to make quicker work of the card and giving himself a full day of stuff to do? Scanning over the options, this definitely feels doable, so Shane starts to combine things on the notebook.
Bingo Card
- Montreal Day = Pike Baby Photo + Tattoo + Vodka shot
That actually sounds fun. He could spend the day with Hayden, Jackie and the kids, then maybe go out with JJ and Hayden afterward. He starts thinking of other combinations, and the ideas start to flow smoothly. Before he knew it, he had a week’s worth of full days.
Bingo Card
- Montreal Day = Pike Baby Photo + Tattoo + Vodka shot
- Ottawa Day = Donut + Dance to Toxic + Pet a Cat (maybe with Rose?)
- Self Care Day = Run with Anya + new bath oil + sexy selfie + tokyo drift
- Sexy for Ilya Day = Skip Practice + Edge for 81 minutes + Cum on Glasses
- Easy Day = New 5k PR time + Shane’s choice (dinner with mom and dad)
- Lift more than me + Dildo on the dock
- Eat McGriddle + Skinny Dip
He decides that most of this will be accomplished while he’s at the cottage, since it’ll be harder to work around practice and game days next week. One final bit of organization, and he has the list.
Bingo Card
- Montreal
- Cottage Week
- Eat McGriddle + Skinny Dip (not fun, rip the bandaid)
- Montreal Day = Pike Baby Photo + Tattoo + Vodka shot (Hayden + JJ)
- Self Care Day = Run with Anya + new bath oil + sexy selfie + tokyo drift (maybe thirst trap?)
- Easy Day = New 5k PR time + Shane’s choice (dinner with mom and dad)
- Lift more than me + Dildo on the dock
- Wash Car in Speedo
- Ottawa (Game Week)
- Donut + Dance to Toxic + Pet a Cat (maybe with Rose?)
- Sexy for Ilya Day = Skip Practice + Edge for 81 minutes + Cum on Glasses
- Gordie Howe Hat Trick (????????)
Feeling very proud of himself, he starts to make calls to Hayden, JJ, his parents, and Rose to finalize his plans for the next two weeks. He’s feeling pretty excited, and as much as he misses Ilya, he’s really happy to spend quality time with other people in his life that he hasn’t seen as much since he moved.
He fills Ilya in on the general plan when they talk later that evening, promising to send a photo or video of every task so Ilya knows he really did it (not that Ilya really needs it for proof so much as material for jerking off later, and an excuse to be on the phone with Shane more).
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DAY ONE: RIP OFF THE BANDAID
The next day, Shane rips the bandaid off by going to McDonalds and ordering a McGriddle. Of everything on the list, this is the one he was least looking forward to. Since he and Ilya started living together, Shane’s eating habits have relaxed a lot - he loves a great cacio e pepe, and will even sneak an extra cookie here and there, but the McGriddle is where he draws the line. This isn’t a diet thing, this is just a…morality thing. Who in their right mind would eat this? Ugh, okay, here goes nothing.
He eats a couple of bites, sends Ilya a photo, and then finishes the rest in the car.
Shane drove back to the cottage with a bit of a pit in his stomach from the McGriddle…but also because of Ilya’s sudden drop into Russian during their conversation. He imagines the low timbre of Ilya’s voice speaking in his native tongue, and he can’t help but let that fuzziness drift into the edges of his thoughts. Good fuel for his next activity today.
Shane gets back home and lets the offending breakfast sandwich settle in his stomach while he reads with Anya in the bed with the curtains pulled back, enjoying the peace and quiet. After a couple of hours, it was time to rip the other bandaid off.
The McGriddle took the top spot on the “things I want to do least” list, but a close second was skinny dipping in the lake behind the cottage. Ilya may as well have called it a polar plunge. The sooner this is over, the better.
Shane puts on his swimsuit (again, so weird to do in February), and grabs his phone and one of his big towels. Standing at the sliding doors leading to the backyard, he wraps the towel around his shoulders, takes a deep breath and holds it before flinging the door open and sprinting to the dock, a confused but still excited Anya following behind. Shane starts up the video camera.
“Fuck you, asshole, here goes nothing.”
Shane winks into the camera then props it up on one of the chairs situated on the dock. He takes another deep breath, yanks his shorts off in one swift motion, and hurls himself into the freezing lake. “Oh shit! Oh shitohshit! FUCK!”
He emerges from the water sputtering and cursing, and frantically scrambles to the dock and pushes himself out. Despite freezing his balls off, he tries to give Ilya a sexy walk back to the camera, but quickly abandons that strategy, gathering his things quickly and scooping his phone up to run inside, laughing the entire way. “You owe me SO big for this one, Ilya!”
He quickly ends the video, not sending it to Ilya straight away. He bounds into the ensuite, thankful for the instant water tank that means he won’t have to stand and wait for the water to get warm while his dick retreats into his body. He jumps inside and once he feels the hot water hit his shoulders, he bursts into laughter again. Okay, that was so stupid but it was also pretty fun. He stays under the water until his skin comes back to life, teetering on painful under the stream before he turns it off and steps onto the heated floors.
He puts on his warmest crewneck, a pair of sweats, and thick socks to hold the warmth in, and then he sends the video to Ilya.
[Incoming Facetime: Ilya]
“Hi, sweetheart.”
“Hi, baby. You okay?”
“Yes, why?”
“Just checking on you.”
“Seeing family today was hard, but things are going well. My niece is good, that is what matters. Thank you for the video, it made me smile.”
“It really was fun, I just didn’t realize it until after.”
“Maybe we can do it together sometime?”
Shane laughed. “Unlikely. But we’ll see.”
“I liked your walk back to the phone. Very sexy.”
“It felt like my dick was crawling back into my body. But it’s the thought that counts, right?”
Ilya laughed so hard it made him cough. Shane looked on with a shy smile.
“How is your dick now, Shane?”
Shane watched as Ilya’s eyes darkened in real time. “Back to normal.”
“Show me.”
Shane lifted his phone and angled it toward his waistband, hooking his pointer and middle fingers into the elastic and pulling them down to expose his balls and cock, which had already started to come to attention just hearing Ilya’s question.
“Yes, it seems to be good. God, I wish I was there with you right now.”
Shane breathes deeply and moves the camera back to his face. “What would you do if you were?”
Ilya’s face breaks into a grin. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Yes, I would. Please.”
The smile fades slightly, replaced on Ilya’s face by an expression Shane can only call hungry. “Hmm. Well, to start, I would find that spot behind your ear that you love so much, making you make pretty noises for me.”
“Fuck, Ilya. Yes, I love when you do that.”
“After you’ve gone all soft in my hands, I would slide down your body on the couch until your dick was in my mouth, to make sure it was warm the rest of the way after your little stunt. Get the lube, Shane.”
Shane complies, reaching behind his head and into the drawer of the side table, fishing out the small bottle of lube they always keep there. He takes the bottle out and balances the phone on his chest while he opens the bottle with a soft click, pouring just enough onto his hand before discarding the bottle and picking up his phone again.
“Okay, I’m ready.”
“Touch yourself, dorogoy.”
Shane slides his hand down to his cock again, which is now fully hard and starting to leak. He takes himself into his hand and twists at the head before sliding down the full length, letting out a quiet moan.
“Bozhe moy, lyubov moya. Ty takaya krasivaya.”
Shane can hear Ilya shifting and starting to stroke himself, a low groan escaping his throat as he rolls his head back.
“After I get you in my mouth and feel you start to come apart, right to the edge, I would stop and start opening you with my tongue until you were trembling and screaming for me to let you come.”
Shane’s whole body tightened, so close to exploding. “Holy shit, baby. I want to come for you.”
“Lucky for you, I am feeling generous today. Come for me Shane. Let me hear it.”
Shane’s orgasm ripped through him like lightning, singing the neurons in his brain and whiting out his vision as he screamed Ilya’s name into the emptiness of the cottage. As phone sex goes, this was pretty tame for them, but the adrenaline of his escapades in the lake dialed up the intensity of his release.
Shane’s eyes fluttered open and he was met with a very fond Ilya, looking at him reverently, all soft and sparkly.
“Fuck, Ilya. I have to wait another two weeks for you? I think I’m gonna die.”
Ilya’s eyes sparkled even more. “Not too much longer, my love. Keep sending me videos and pictures and we will make time where we can, okay?”
“Okay. I love you. I hate being away from you.”
“I do too, solnyshko. I love you. Sleep well.”
Shane dragged himself to the bedroom, sleep finding him easily as images of Ilya in the lake, smiling and giddy, danced behind his eyes.