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Ilya knows that his husband is the hottest man in the NHL and possibly in the world, he knows that, he’s reminded of that fact nearly every week. Just last week, when he and Shane were at the grocery store, the cashier decided to be blind and flirt with HIS Shane right in front of him, right in front of his shining golden band sitting on his fourth finger on his left hand. There have been many instances in which Ilya was very tempted to catch somebody outside because they were flirting with his Shane or eyeing Shane a bit too much.
But Alas, so is fate being married to the most gorgeous MHL player to ever exist in all of history.
So one day, Shane, in all his wisdom decided to hire a stylist. Now, Ilya has never had a problem with him hiring a stylist considering Shane’s everyday wear was athleisure. He’s pretty sure that if Shane could wear his running tracks to the award shows, he would. He remembers the day Shane told him that he was going to hire a stylist again.
They were eating at the table after a morning run Shane had miraculously managed to drag Ilya into. Ilya was not a morning person, ever. He preferred his workouts, in the evening, a time when he didn’t have to wake up at an unholy hour. Now you would think as the best NHL player that Ilya would be used to waking up early from morning flights and practise and stuff, but no. His slavic fuckboy blood rejects waking up in the morning.
This morning however, Ilya was tempted after accidentally opening one eye and seeing Shane in his cute running shorts that Rose bought for him. Shane’s ass was glorious in them.
Shane upon seeing Ilya’s opened eyes immediately seduced Ilya into going on a morning run with him, how you ask? He did not remember for the life of him because anything that happens before 11 A.M is not his problem and not going to enter into his brain.
After the morning run, they had decided to make some protein powder waffles, a recipe on TikTok that Sveta had sent to Ilya. It was off-season and Shane had been working on his eating, which meant that Ilya would take any chance for Shane to try out new food or recipes to help with that.
So they were eating at the table, munching on waffles while Ilya was talking about the latest TikTok scandal he had seen while doom scrolling. Shane simply nodded and let out a hum of agreement or a question once in a while, with a small smile on his face. Completely content with listening to his handsome husband yapping away.
“Anyways, so this woman started defending her husband in her comment section by saying that you can’t judge them by a 60 second video. BUT her husband literally told her to change dresses when she had been so excited to wear that dress SHANE!” Ilya ranted, waving his fork around, thankfully with nothing stuck to it.
Shane continued to smile and chew on his piece of waffle, letting out a sound of amusement. “I would never do that to you Shanya, if I do, just slap me,” Ilya said, shoveling another piece into his mouth, popping in a blueberry as well.
Shane nodded and swallowed whatever he was chewing on, “Speaking of, I’ve been thinking that I want to hire a stylist again,” Shane said quietly, eyeing his husband carefully to watch his reaction.
Ilya hummed as he cut himself another piece, “A stylist? You had one of those didn’t you? Back then when we were in Tampa, All-stars,” Ilya said, thinking back to his cute Shane looking all shy and awkward sitting at the bar alone, waiting for Ilya.
Shane nodded, “Yeah I did, and I’m thinking of getting a stylist again.”
“Why?” Ilya questioned, truly curious. His beautiful husband had never been one to care too much about his clothes as evidenced by his choice of everyday clothes. Shane always wanted comfort, his clothes were all soft and smooth, he didn’t like any rough fabrics or patterns. He even made Ilya either throw away any clothes that were rough by texture or keep it somewhere Shane couldn’t see, including his beloved neon green sweater.
Besides, Shane was beauty personified no matter what he wore.
Shane’s face had apparently slowly become red the longer time passed after Ilya asked why. His face was now as red as a tomato. Ilya was now amused at his husband’s clearly embarrassed state. “Солнышко(Solnyshko-little sun)?” He asked, leaning back, now admiring the view of his husband’s freckles shining like the constellations in the sky.
“Rose’s red carpet,” Shane mumbled softly, his head bent down. Ilya wouldn’t have heard it if he wasn’t paying such close attention to his husband, which he does all the time by the way.
‘Rose’s red carpet?’ Ilya echoed back. Rose had brought Shane to a few red carpets, and even brought himself, Shane, and Sveta together with her to her premieres a number of times. Shane’s last red carpet with Rose was about 2 weeks ago for a premiere for Rose’s new movie about some hockey show which Ilya swears is a show about him and his husband.
Shane had worn a leather jacket, stolen from Ilya’s side of the closet with a white v-neck shirt and some wide black trousers. It was a fine outfit choice by all means, besides they say that the face is the most important accessory in fashion and his husband’s face was carved by Michaelangelo. Needless to say, Ilya very much enjoyed the pictures from the red carpet by himself, waiting for his husband to come back.
“What about it? You looked beautiful as usual,” Ilya bragged to absolutely no one except his phone that was probably listening to him and will show more content about his husband which he will absolutely devour later.
“You had to see the other people, Ilya! They were wearing these stylish suits that fitted them well, showing their figure and stuff,” Shane argued, waving his hands around, miming the clothes that the other people on the red carpet were wearing.
“Okay, but you were still the best looking one there. I couldn’t wait until you came back, I’m sure you remembered that, Киса(Kisa-kitty)” Ilya boasted, giving Shane a wide smirk.
Shane’s face which had calmed down from before immediately blew up again, “Fuck off,” he retaliated weakly.
“Anyways, the league also abolished the rule about having to wear suits to games now so I have to start thinking about what to wear and apparently people think that I only have sports clothes in my closet,” Shane pouted, pointing his fork at Ilya.
“Well then you can just wear my clothes then,” Ilya stated proudly.
Shane’s face immediately dropped, “No, no way,” he rejected loudly, even pushing his breakfast plate away from him, making Ilya frown.
“What’s wrong with my clothes?” Ilya asked, flabbergasted by his husband’s rejection. He had good taste. The clothes he wore would attract every and any woman and man within a 10m radius. They would all crowd to him in the club and dance all over him, smiling at him seductively and trying to get Ilya to fuck them.
“Ilya, all your clothes are so ridiculous. About 50% of your shirts are basically transparent, and the other half some kind of eye-stabbing colour. Your pants are so tight that I get scared your pants would burst every time you crouched down to pet Anya,” Shane argued.
“Oh so you have been looking at my ass have you?” Ilya winked at his husband.
“Ilya,” Shane deadpanned.
“Did you see what Lukas Dostal wore in the last match? The double-breasted suit that cut to his waist and fitted him properly.”
Ilya should be jealous that Shane was paying attention to other men that were most definitely not even half as handsome as he is but he was still taken aback by what Shane had said before.
“Did YOU see what Dykstra wore?” Ilya emphasised. His team’s warm lovable defenceman, in all his lovableness, decided that apparently his fishing or wilderness outfit was good enough for their game walk-ins. Bless his bucket hat and khaki shorts.
Shane simply sputtered at that reply. “Still, I want to look better for our walk-ins,” He argued, now crossing his arms. His husband was adorable when he wanted something, and who was Ilya to deny him of that.
“Okay, Куколка(Kukolka-little doll), you go hire that stylist,” Ilya assured his cute husband, pushing his breakfast plate once more towards him, making Shane huff and start poking his waffles once more.
If his Shanya wanted a stylist, then that’s what he would get.
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‘His Shanya should not have a stylist.’ Ilya thought to himself as he watched his husband walk into the locker room.
For today’s match, he had to unfortunately part with his husband early today because Coach Wiebe had called Ilya in for a pre-game meeting. The first game of the season and Ilya was excited for it, it was going to be the first season he and Shane would actually be on the same team. He dreamt of this for many years. There’s no way they weren’t winning the cup this season and future seasons. All cups from now on were theirs.
Ilya had woken up early begrudgingly to get a workout in before eating breakfast and driving to the rink. The first game of the season was thankfully in their town, Ottawa, so he could spend last night seducing his husband.
Shane also had a meeting with Yuna before coming to the rink so Ilya ate lunch alone like a sad divorcee, constantly looking out the window from his favourite Russian diner, as if Shane was going to surprise Ilya at the diner when he was clearly stuck at a meeting with Rolex or something.
Ilya had worn what he wore this morning, an old bears hoodie, workout pants, and backwards cap when entering the rink for their pre-game preparation. He smirked at Harris and his team, winking at them as they took a video and pictures of his walk-in outfit before entering the locker room. There, he waited patiently for his husband to arrive, watching as the locker room slowly fill in with his Centaur teammates.
“Rozy!” Bood’s voice boomed, his grin wide as ever as he pulled Ilya into a wide bear hug. This Centaur forward and alternate captain was as warm as everyone else on the team. “How are you man? It feels like I haven’t seen you in forever,” Bood sighed into this hug, hugging Ilya tightly.
“Did you miss me Bood?” Ilya teased the man.
“I didn’t get to see you and Hollzy much. I wanted so badly to talk with him you know that,” Bood whined, throwing his hands up in the air in protest.
“Well, I wanted to enjoy my beautiful second-best player husband in the comforts of my own home.”
Bood rolled his eyes, “We know how much you love your husband Cap, we were all there at your wedding.” He patted Ilya’s arm before heading to his cubby to begin his preparations. The rest of the Centaurs filed in, each of them giving Ilya a tight hug and a wide smile, patting him, having small talks.
“Roz!” Barrett called to him, giving him a big hug as well. The tall man was happier now compared to last season when he didn’t have a familiar warm blonde-haired glasses wearing social media manager at his side.
“I missed you man!”
“Yes, that seems to be the sentiment in the locker room. Excuse me for being in love with my cosmo’s most handsome player husband,” Ilya said dryly, a smirk on his lips.
Troy simply rolled his eyes and headed to his cubby. The Centaurs locker room was loud and rowdy as everyone chatted with everyone as they put on their gear. Dyskstra was trying to get the aux cord to plug in his ridiculous music but Bood was not letting him, even throwing it to Luca to keep it out of Dykstra’s reach.
Ilya loved this, the Centaurs were warm, friendly, kind and open to everyone and he couldn’t have been placed in a better team, whether it be voluntarily or being forced here to be close to your secret boyfriend. Speaking of which, where was his husband?
Shane was never late. He would always nag Ilya to be early or on time because he claims that Ilya has never been on time which is not true. He was always on time for their secret hook-ups back then. Shane always says that being early is on time and being on time is late which is ridiculous by Ilya’s standards.
As if on cue, he could hear the high pitched squeals of Harris’ team outside, making the whole locker room go silent. They had never heard them scream or squeal at anything which made them curious.
After a period of silence, Luca spoke up, “Umm, should we go check on them or something?” He asked sheepishly, even raising his hand. The rookie was red up to his ears, his eyes avoiding the gaze of any players.
“No, no, those were happy sounds, trust me I know my squeals.” Ilya winked at the rookie who went deeper in a shade of red.
Just in time the locker room opened and Ilya’s mouth went dry. Not really, his mouth actually filled with his saliva at the sight of his gorgeous delectable husband standing there at the door of the locker room.
Wolf whistles sounded around the locker room, sounds of oohs and damns rang inside. His husband just laughed awkwardly, bringing his hand up to his pretty nape, rubbing it in embarrassment, looking down at the ground.
“DAMN HOLLZY! You look fucking amazing!” Bood was the first to compliment him, wolf whistling and eyeing his delicious husband up and down.
“Daaaaammnnn Hollzy, I knew you were pretty but did you get prettier over the summer when we weren’t looking?” Dykstra exclaimed, him too looking Shane up and down slowly appreciatively.
“You look amazing Shane,” Troy said quietly, his eyes raking over his Shane quietly, never leaving his husband’s figure.
All the while, Ilya had sat frozen on the bench of his cubby. His brain couldn’t comprehend the sight in front of him. His husband had looked the most beautiful he had ever looked since their wedding and it was for their first game together, the first game of the season. His husband, a walking, talking, breathing marble statue was all dressed up so delectably for the first game.
Ilya, while staring at his husband in a daze, did not notice his beautiful husband walking up to the cubby beside him. “Ilya? Are you okay?” His husband’s soft voice snapped him out of his daze, making him drag his eyes up and down his Shanya once again.
His husband was dressed in an impeccable single vent, three-piece, black slim fit suit with silver linings that peaked out when Shane raised his hand. But that wasn’t what stunned him, no. It was the fact that his black waistcoat had rested on a bare chiseled chest. His husband was not wearing a shirt underneath his suit so his muscled breasts and abs peaked out of the deep waistcoat. Moreover, his husband wore silver station necklaces that hung into the plunging waistcoat, dragging the person’s eyes down to his abs that were sinfully hidden.
“Ilya?” Shane had called out once again, this time his hand carefully palming Ilya’s face. Ilya’s eyes finally snapped back to Shane’s face which was now worried by the non-reaction to his husband’s calling.
Ilya, now, powered by a surge of adrenaline, stood up and shoved Shane back to his cubby, forcing him into a devouring kiss. All Ilya could think about was how delicious his husband looked, how a few of Shane’s now lengthened hair had fallen onto his face gracefully despite being tied back, actually it had really completed the look.
His lips were happily connected to his husband when Bood’s voice broke through the haze, “Hey! Hey! We’re still here you know!”
Ilya immediately groaned against his husband’s lips. He could feel Shane’s lips forming into a smile as he reluctantly pulled away from his husband’s soft lips. “You are getting it when we get home,” Ilya whispered as they stayed still, chests heaving from the heavy kiss Ilya had pulled them into, forehead resting against each other.
“We get that your husband is handsome but control yourself Roz,” Bood teased, still seated at his cubby, watching the sickeningly sweet couple from afar.
Ilya turned around and glared hard at Bood for many numerous reasons, “You’re just jealous you don’t have a beautiful husband standing right here in the locker room waiting to be eaten,” Roz pointed out, making Shane slap Ilya’s arm. He made a sound of protest before sitting down at his cubby, beside Ilya’s.
Ilya watched appreciatively as Shane took off his outfit one by one, folding them neatly and storing them into the cupboard safely. A small smile resting on his husband’s lips as he looked at the small pile of folded clothes sitting there. His Shanya was so cute.
What went on afterwards, Ilya couldn’t really say. He was sure that Wiebe had walked into the locker room and gave them all a pep talk, and as captain, Ilya was sure he would have given the team some kind of speech to hype them all up for their match against Toronto but he could not remember at all. All he could see now was his team cheering, pulling him into a large group hug as they celebrated their win against Toronto.
He was still in a daze as Harris dragged him into the press for interviews and questions and what not after Ilya had showered where he was promptly snapped out of with the yelling and the bright shuttering lights of the cameras.
“Rozanov! How was your first game with your husband?” A reporter asked.
“Rozanov-Hollander,” Ilya corrected the man with a smirk.
“Obviously, I’m happy, even happier that we won, but then again, who could beat us now with the second-best player by the side of the best player,” Ilya pointed out with his smirk even wider on his face.
“Mr. Rozanov-Hollander! Did you see what your husband was wearing for the walk-in?” A different reporter yelled out from the side.
Ilya immediately smiled at the mention, “Did YOU see what he was wearing, I think my husband is best looking man in the world,”Ilya gloated, his arms now crossed and his stance wider.
“Did you hear what the commentators were saying, Mr.Rozanov-Hollander?” The reporter followed up, holding the mic close up this lips.
Ilya hummed, “I have not, I was too busy winning, yes?”
“Well they said and I quote, ‘Look at how Hollander looks! He looks like he came from a fashion show-”
“Very true, did you see how my husband looked?” Ilya cut off, recalling how Shane looked when he walked into the locker room.
The reporter giggled, “They also said, ‘Is it just me? Or is Hollander glowing? Guess he must be enjoying his marriage to Rozanov-”
“Is true, I am very good husband, very good.” Ilya smirked.
The reporters rolled their eyes, along with Harris. “Well, they also said, ‘Hollander’s about to be hit on by everyone alive. I may be a straight man but I am alive and breathing and I have eyes, and just look at Hollander,-” she continued before being cut off by Ilya, once again.
“What?! Who say this, tell me his name,” Ilya demanded loudly, stepping up to the reporter, getting up close to them, his face no longer amused by all the commentary and by the questions.
The reporter was flabbergasted by Ilya’s sudden action and tried to sputter out an answer but she could hardly give an answer when the handsome, Russian, golden curly-haired was standing so close to her, intensely staring into her eyes.
“I-I think his name was Robert Dickinson,” she managed to stutter out.
Ilya immediately turned on his heel and marched down the corridor into the locker room to collect his bag. He practically ran to where his husband stood, waiting for Ilya to be done at the North exit, being crowded by a number of both female and male hockey fans vying for his freckled, stunning husband. He could see that Shane was growing more and more uncomfortable by the remarks the fans were making.
“Hollander! The goal you made earlier was simply beautiful!”
“Hollander! Your walk-in outfit was simply amazing!”
“Shane! What are you doing after this?” At that comment, Ilya raged, he stomped towards Shane with a determination to remind the fans that Shane was married to a Russian hockey player that got into a fight about every other match, and that this hockey player was still handsome and could still satisfy his husband in every way possible.
The moment Ilya’s hand grabbed ahold of Shane’s arm, his husband immediately turned to Ilya with a panicked look before settling down at the sight of Ilya. “Ilya,” Shane muttered softly and lovingly, now calmer with Ilya by his side.
“I will take my beautiful husband now and give him everything he needs,” Ilya announced to the crowd, his arm wrapping around his abashed husband’s side, glaring at the man that hit on his Shanya. They hustled to their respective cars. Ilya argued that they could just take one car home and take the other home tomorrow but Shane didn’t believe that the rink’s parking lot was safe enough to secure their expensive cars.
So Ilya stewed in his porsche on the way back to their home. He thought about everything that he wanted to do to Shane, every sound that Shane would make, every toy that he would use on Shane. By the time he reached home, he was already embarrassingly hard but he had to wait for Shane to arrive because Shanya always wanted to “follow the speed limit”. Speed limits should not be allowed when driving such a sexy car as his porsche.
Ilya downed a glass of his favourite russian vodka as he watched the door. The moment he heard Shane’s “sensible range rover” pull in, he put the glass down on the counter and took off his shirt. He stalked towards the front door and waited for Shane to open the door.
The door knob turned, and Shane entered their home, “Ilya?” Before he could do anything else, Shane was pulled in and shoved up against the front door. A searing kiss placed upon him for the second time of the day. Shane moaned as Ilya’s hands roamed all over Shane’s body, caressing every bare skin he could get his hands on.
When they finally broke for air, Shane smirked into their still connected lips, “I take it you like the outfit I wore today?”
“Like it? I almost fucked you in front of the whole team today,” Ilya growled, his hands gripping Shane’s hips, hoping it would making a mark, to show the world who Shane belonged to.
“Well then, show me how much you liked it,” Shane whispered, placing a soft kiss and jumping up on Ilya, making the man grab onto Shane’s muscled juicy thighs.
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Clearly, Shane liked whatever his stylist was giving him, and the fans’ reactions to his outfits, because his outfits were becoming bolder with each coming game. Ilya on the other hand grew more and more agitated with each game. Both sexually and emotionally. Reason being? His husband was too hot.
Every outfit Shane wore made Ilya want to devour him right then and there in the locker room, right in front of everybody to claim what was his. It definitely didn’t help that every Centaur ogled Shane every time he entered with a new outfit whether Ilya was at his side or not. Barett now constantly averted his gaze every time Shane tried to talk to him about the game plan while wearing his pretty outfit. Haas turned red and stuttered every time he talked to Shane, each time promptly shutting down after Shane looked into Luca’s eyes a minute too long. Bood and Dykstra still wolf whistled every time Shane entered the locker room, showering him with compliments. Young and LaPointe now also started giggling every time Shane started a conversation with them in or out of the outfits.
Needless to say, Ilya has had his hackles up for the past month and subsequently taking it out on his delectable husband every night. He didn’t dare to say this out loud in fear of being shunned by his husband, but he has never wanted the roadie to end so quickly, he couldn’t take any more of this.
Literally the night Shane had worn his first stylist-given outfit, both Rose and Svetlana texted Shane a bunch of random emojis and garbled texts that Shane asked Ilya to translate. Ilya simply said that they were having a heart attack over how hot he was. To which his husband immediately called the pair to make sure they were okay. Both Rose and Svetlana agreed that it was the hottest Shane had ever looked and they wanted it to continue.
Today, Shane wore a unique suit jacket with once again no shirt underneath. “It’s an Alexander McQueen Fall 2018 look,” Shane had told Ilya as he put on the suit. The suit was a notch lapel navy suit jacket with the sides of it cut out and replaced with a matching coloured wavy lace that flowed out. It was cinched at the waist with the transparent dark corset underneath the lace material. The slim fitted slacks hugging his Shanya’s muscles and bakery. This time, Shane wore a collar necklace with a statement necklace that plunged into the space between the open space before the buttoned waist.
“Hollzy, you need to stop killing the rookies and Barrett, I don’t think they can survive anymore of your looks,” Dykstra called out pointing to the ogling nursery who were seated together and holding onto each other for some reason while Barrett sat off onto the side staring at Shane too.
“Wh-What! I am not staring,” Barrett managed to sputter out in protest, his cheeks turning red as the team’s laughter boomed resoundingly.
“Nobody said you were, bud,” Bood teased, patting Barrett’s shoulder, lazily leaning back into his cubby, his eyes still raking Shane’s figure up and down. Barrett made a sound of absolute embarrassment and stared down onto the floor, not daring to look up anymore.
Harris barged into the room, his eyes immediately resting onto the shining man sitting beside the captain. “Shane! Can we do some videos with you in this outfit?” He asked eagerly, his hands clasped together, his eyes hungry.
Shane looked at Harris with a confused look, “Ummm, sure,” He replied hesitatingly before being promptly dragged out of the locker room and wherever Harris decided to film.
“Damn Roz, I don’t know how you’re surviving this,” Bood chirped, teasing his clearly agitated captain who was now pouting as his husband was no longer sitting at his side.
“Yeah man, I don’t know how you take it every night knowing that every living being is most definitely ogling your man,” Young commented, his eyes still glazed, probably remembering how his Shanya looked.
“Shane proves once again repeatedly that he is MHL’s hottest player,” Dykstra cheers, holding his hockey stick up high with a gleeful smile on his face.
Ilya on the other hand had the opposite of a smile on his face, his face was glowering. As much as he liked to show off and just show in general how hot his husband was and how much Shane loved Ilya, this was getting too much for Ilya to handle. He in fact, did not know how to handle all that. How could he know? He had never been in a relationship and he was always the hotter one in every hookup.
“Shut up before I make all of you do bag skates for 3 hours straight,” Ilya snapped at them, standing up and stripping himself of his clothes angrily. The Centaurs laughed because they knew the captain was only half joking, they continued to poke and prod at the frustrated Captain as they changed into their gear.
Shane had come back after whatever video Harris filmed of him and changed into his gear as well. Today was going to be like every night, they would win and beat the shit out of whoever they were up against, just like every other night. But the moment Ilya heard the announcer announce his Shane onto the ice today, it was clear that tonight was different.
“On the second line, the hottest man in the MHL, the most fashionable man in the MHL, the man with the highest Hockey IQ in the NHL, number 24, Shaaaneeeee Hooollandeeeeerr.” The crowd goes incredibly wild at Shane’s introduction. Cheers and wolf whistles went around inside the arena as Shane skated towards their team line.
Ilya huffed as he watched his husband skate towards them, trying to put his mind off of what just happened and focus on the game. Ilya being the centre that he skated up to the red line, putting his stick down. “Hey Rozanov, can I borrow Shane for the night?” The player in front of him chirped.
Rozanov wanted so badly to throw down his gloves and punch the asshole crouching in front of him, but it was unbecoming of him if he picked a fight when the game hasn’t even started. “Please, your micro dick could never satisfy him,” Ilya snarked back, winning the face-off cleanly.
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It was already bad enough that the entire hockey world was thirsting for his husband, but now the entire world was thirsting for his husband. The video that Harris filmed with Shane had gone viral, ‘managing to catch the algorithm just right’, as Harris put it. It now had 2 million likes and is still climbing despite only being released 3 days ago. Well who would scroll past a video that had a siren speaking in it, Ilya himself had probably watched the video about a thousand times already since it was released, making Shane extremely embarrassed by the looping sound of the video.
“Ilya, turn it off!” Shane shouted, his ears red.
Ilya looked dead at his husband’s eyes and replied, “No, a beautiful man is hypnotising me.” Shane pouted and resorted to other methods to draw his husband away from the video, which left Ilya actually just wanting for more. In fact, they were actually almost late for their departure from the hotel.
Just as Dickwhatever predicted, his husband was in fact being hit on by every person at the airport, at the hotel, at the rink, at the grocery store. It was driving Ilya insane. It was unbelievable how these people think that they had a chance with Shane. He worked hard for years to get even the sliver of attention from his Shanya, there was no way any of them deserved any of Shane’s attention.
“Shaaaaneeeee, can you stop being so hot pleaseeee,” Ilya whined, kicking up a tantrum from their bed now back home as they got ready for their final home game. This was the game that was going to decide if they were going into the playoffs and by now, they were all bruised up and exhausted from all the every other night playing and being checked into the boards.
Shane’s head poked out from their walk-in closet with an amused smile on his face, “Oh so you don’t want me to be hot anymore?” He asked, walking towards his pouting husband.
“I don’t have the energy to fight anymore people,” Ilya pouted up at Shane, batting his eyelashes at him, jutting his bottom lip out even more. Shane let out a snort of laughter, “I thought you said that you were a Russian war machine that never gets tired,” Shane purred, his finger now trailing Ilya’s chest back and forth.
Ilya’s state changed with a snap of Shane’s fingers, his hand gripping Shane’s previously trailing finger and his other hand grabbed onto Shane’s nape, pulling him down to Ilya for a devastating kiss. “Why don’t I show you how energetic I am,” Ilya whispered, before pulling down a giggling Shane down with him on the bed.
After their festivities, Shane managed to drag Ilya out of bed in time to get to the rink for their deciding game. To his arousal and dismay, Shane looked the best tonight. Ilya’s hand simply refused to leave Shane’s thigh as they drove to the rink.
Tonight, Shane was wearing a sheer basically transparent material underneath that was bedazzled in a pattern that was reminiscent of an ice figure skater’s costume. He wore a double breasted navy suit with thin silver lines patterning it, it was cut so fitly that it cinched at his waist just perfectly and flared just the right amount at the bottom. What was earth shattering however was the fact that the back of the jacket was missing. What was there instead were silver chains that hung from the back of the collar and extended towards his arms. A chain of bedazzled upside down crescent moons lined his spine. Shane’s back muscles just topping off the entire ensemble.
Ilya wanted to pull his husband back down into bed but couldn’t to Ilya’s devastation. He was going to have to fight a thousand men tonight.
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The locker room was silent when they entered the locker room together after being stopped by Harris and his team of squealing staff. The team gawked at Shane as he turned towards his cubby relaxedly, doing his normal routine. Ilya swears he could hear some of the players gulp loudly as Shane turned away from them.
“Hey! Put your eyes away before I scoop them out,” Ilya snapped at them as it had been 10 minutes since they entered and they were still staring at his Shane. Bood cleared his throat, his eyes trying to move but it was too entranced.
To Ilya’s surprise, the first person to speak was Luca, baby Luca, rookie Luca, Luca who had a poster of Ilya in his bedroom. “You know what you are Shane? You are the modern day Helen of Troy,” Luca wondered out loud, his face seemingly in a trance as it gazed wondrously at Shane’s back which was still facing them.
Shane had turned towards Luca at that comment and turned redder than Ilya has ever made Shane, which made Ilya, deeply peeved. “Oi, Haas, look away before I post on my account that you have a poster of me in your bedroom, “ llya hissed out, his lips snarling at the still dazed rookie.
“Hey, hey, hey, let’s not start threatening the rookies,” Bood snapped out of his daze just in time to protect the baby of the team.
“Yeah, it’s not our fault that Hollzy’s so beautiful,” Dykstra hummed.
“Yeah, is it our fault that Hollzy could turn any straight man gay and any gay women straight?”
“Yeah, it’s not our fault that we have the most beautiful man in the world on our team!”
“Yeah, it’s Hollzy’s fault for being transcendent!”
“Ooh, big word there Pointey, I’m impressed that you know it.”
“Can you blame us for appreciating the Aphrodite Incarnate??”
Ilya covered his face with his hands as the team continued to compliment Shane all around, and let out a loud groan of despair. He was never going to live this down so he had to do something. Something to remind people that Shane was his, and Shane was in fact very much off the market, that Shane was not interested in anyone but Ilya.
An idea then popped into his head, which made Ilya all the much better, which also, in fact, very much scared his team, because they were terrified of whatever their captain was planning.
Their night went as Ilya thought and planned, they played their game against Montreal, crushing them entirely. They were nothing now without Shane. Hayden and JJ watched from the sidelines as they watched Ottawa destroy Montreal, absolutely nuclear bombing them, leaving them with absolutely nothing, no points. Tonight, both Shane and Ilya had played more ferociously and aggressively, barely allowing even their own team to catch up to them.
When they started celebrating their win on ice, Hayden and JJ skated up to Shane and gave him a bear hug. Ilya waited patiently on the side for their group hug to finish before dragging his Shane to the center of the ice. His eyes searched for the camera that was televising everything on the ice and pointed to it, signalling it to basically pay attention to them.
He then swooped Shane down into a fiery kiss, basically making out with his husband on ice. He could hear his team cheer loudly as they continued to kiss on camera, his hands now gripping Shane’s glorious ass as it had shed its large gloves.
“Okay, okay, knock it off!” Bood yelled into Ilya’s ear to his annoyance. Ilya groaned and begrudgingly separated from his Shane’s alluring lips.
Shane now hid his face in Ilya’s jersey, evidently embarrassed now after recovering from the make-out session. Their team now surrounded them again, letting out whoops and cheers, teasing Shane as well as he continued to press his face into Ilya’s jersey.
“What are you gonna do when we win the playoffs? Have sex on ice?” Barrett teased, amusement evident on his face.
Ilya smirked at him, “Maybe.”
“Ilya!”