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“I’m late, I’m late, I’m sorry,” Shane whispered as he slipped into the room, immediately leaning in for a kiss once the door was closed and pulling his shirt over his head. “You waited up for me,” he smiled up at Ilya but raised an eyebrow when it wasn’t returned.
“You were with Pike?”
“Yeah,” Shane replied slowly, cautiously. “We were talking strategy and time got away from us.”
It was one in the morning, considerably late for Shane, but tomorrow was a complete day off. He even let himself have two small beers in the room with Hayden. Ilya simply nodded, following Shane’s example and removing his shirt.
“Is that okay with you Roz?” Shane asked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
“Whatever Hollander,” Ilya mumbled, taking off his sweatpants and underwear in one go.
Shane leaned in for a kiss once more, now that they were both naked, but Ilya ducked his head, letting Shane’s lips fall on his cheek.
“Rozanov, what the fuck?” Shane pushed at Ilya’s chest to put space between them and look Ilya in the face. “What is wrong with you? You know how much I risk even standing outside that door and when I get here you’re sulking over something?”
“Would have been easier if you stayed in the room with Hayden, no?” He was moving the few feet to the bed now, sitting on the edge.
“I don’t even know what that’s supposed to mean,” Shane stayed where he was standing.
“You’re fucking him.” Ilya said it like he was saying the sky was blue. Shane didn’t know if he should laugh or if he should hit Ilya.
“Rozanov, you need to get your head checked. I think you might have hit the boards a little too hard yesterday.”
“My head is fine, Hollander. I’m sure Pike’s is good, yes?”
If it wasn’t the most ridiculous accusation of all time, Shane would congratulate Ilya on his wit. Instead Shane was stepping in front of him, reaching for Ilya’s chin to force eye contact. Ilya was attempting his usual careless stare, but Shane could see the way his lip jutted out ever so slightly in a pout.
“Hayden is straight. And married. And Hayden. He’s my best friend, I would never even think of him like that.” And it’s none of your business who I fuck, Shane wanted to add but it didn’t feel true.
“You think married straight men don’t want to fuck you, Hollander? You think your friends don’t think about you like that?” Ilya’s hands moved to his waist, the first touch he had given Shane all night. He pulled him between his thighs so Shane’s lower abdomen pressed against Ilya’s torso.
“I don’t think of them like that.” Shane’s hand smoothed onto Ilya’s cheek. There was a few seconds of silence before Hollander spoke. “Lie back on the bed.”
Ilya scanned his face. Shane could tell he was trying to decide if he would comply or not. Finally, he released Shane from his grip and lay back.
“Going to show me what you have been practicing with all of the Metros?”
Shane’s guts twisted at the question. Did Ilya really think that about him? That he was fucking his teammates? There was a spark of amusement inside him when he realised it troubled him more to be seen as such an irresponsible captain than the slut Ilya was implying he was.
“No,” Shane said simply, taking a breath before moving onto the bed. He crawled on his knees until he was straddling Ilya’s hips, hovering above his mostly soft dick. “I let them use me, tonight I’m using you.” His cheeks blushed a bright red as he gave in to the fantasy. He looked down and a long string of spit fell from his lips to Ilya’s dick, pulling a short “mm” from Ilya. “You like the idea of my teammates fucking me?” He dropped his hips and ground down against Ilya’s growing length. “Taking turns with me in the locker room?” He knew Ilya could feel how wet he was getting from his own words and he had to look away from Ilya’s face for a second before he could compose himself. When Ilya’s hands reached up to his waist, Shane batted them away. “You don’t get to touch me, Rozanov. Answer me. Would you join or just watch them fuck me?” His hips sped up slightly as his clit grew.
“I’d fuck you, Hollander. Show everyone how perfect we are when we fuck. How I know all your little buttons.” Ilya’s eyes glanced down to where they connected before glancing back to Shane.
“Nn-nnh,” Shane shook his head. Small pants were leaving his mouth now. “No, I’d make you watch. Maybe I’d even call out your name while they fucked me. Ilya,” he gasped out. “Ilyushenka.” Ilya had told him once about how he missed the nicknames of Russia, how Canadian and American nicknames were so boring. How Ilya had been reserved simply for when he was scolded for naughty behaviour.
Ilya was gasping and bucking his hips at the sound of the name on Shane’s lips. “Fuck, wait. Fuck, let me fuck you.”
Shane simply pressed a hand to Ilya’s chest. “I’m going to fuck you.” Ilya’s eyes were hazy with confusion. Shane tilted his hips and reached behind him, grabbing Ilya’s now hard dick. “I’m going to fuck myself on you until I cum. Don’t try to fuck me or touch me. Just lie there and let me get myself off. Or I’ll just go back to my room and get Hayden to do it instead.” Talking about his best friend like that did make him slightly ashamed of himself, but he felt committed to this character he was playing. Ilya just nodded, obedient.
Both men gasped as Shane breached himself. He worried for a moment that any sense of dominance he had over the scene would falter once Ilya heard his breathy whimpers but Ilya was watching him with big eyes that Shane could almost call submissive. He sat flush against Ilya and stilled, feeling how deep he pushed into him, before grinding forward. He angled his hips so his clit dragged against Ilya’s body and Ilya’s thick dick massaged the sensitive spot inside him, maximising his pleasure while restricting Ilya’s by refusing to move up and down.
Shane’s eyes fluttered closed as he rode closer to his climax. “Please,” he heard Ilya below him, breathy and desperate. “Please open your eyes. Look at me while you cum.” The feeling that pulsed from Shane’s heart to his dick at the words set his body on autopilot. “I hate you,” Shane blurted out as his eyes opened and movements shifted to something more wild. Both of them knew what Shane’s words meant. Something so far from hate that it was the only word that made sense. “I hate you, I hate you Ilya,” he babbled. Ilya’s hands moved to Shane’s thighs, softly lying there to test Shane’s reaction. When Shane didn’t shoo him away again, he rubbed small circles with his thumbs. “I know, sweetheart,” Ilya cooed. “You’re almost there. Use me to cum.” Ilya watched Shane with a reverence, mouth slightly ajar and it was too much for Shane. He pressed himself forward, almost chest to chest with Ilya as he humped his clit against him fiercely. Ilya felt Shane contract around his dick and moved his hands up to wrap around his back, pulling him close as Shane whimpered in his ear. Shane’s movements slowed but he made no effort to remove Ilya from inside of him. They lay there for a few minutes, Shane’s arms snaking around Ilya’s neck at some point. Finally, Ilya pressed his lips to Shane’s ear.
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
Shane just nodded, letting Ilya roll them so he was under the blond man. Ilya began slow and deep, almost too much for Shane’s body post-orgasm.
“You drive me crazy,” Ilya choked out, obviously close already from Shane’s earlier ministrations. “All I think about is how they must look at you in locker rooms. They probably talk about how your moans would sound. People look at you and wonder how good you take cock.” It was Ilya’s turn to babble. “I want to be only one who knows how wet you get. How beautiful your hard cock is.” His breathing started to quicken and for a moment, Shane was worried he might have a panic attack. He slowed his thrusts, not ready to cum yet, and reached between them, stroking Shane’s sensitive but hard dick with two fingers. Shane gasped an “Ilya!” in surprise, squirming slightly from his touch. “I want to be only one who knows what you look like when you cum.” And he was. Shane had been with people before Ilya, had even orchestrated some anonymous Grindr hook ups since. But no one had been able to make him cum. It was like second nature to Ilya, had been even their first time.
“Wait, stop. I feel like I’m gonna pee,” Shane gasped out. Ilya felt like he had died and gone to heaven, his thrusts speeding up again in short, sharp bursts.
“You won’t, miliy. Trust me, relax.” Ilya sounded like he was on the verge of losing his mind, completely drunk on Shane. Shane nodded, trying to relax his pelvic floor. He let Ilya fuck him harder and pump his dick. He almost asked Ilya to stop again, the pressure rising him getting to be too much, and then it released. He let out a confused whimper when he felt warm liquid splashing on his thighs, afraid he had actually peed himself.
“Yes. Shane. Fuck. So good. So hot. All mine.” Shane watched Ilya let go of his dick and trail through the wet on his stomach before reaching his lips. Shane felt like he was falling, that the bed had disappeared beneath them both and they were just hurtling through endless space.
“All yours,” he said it like a promise, reaching up to pull Ilya into a kiss.
Ilya chanted “mine, mine,” against Shane’s lips. He felt like he was drowning, completely consumed by Shane, but that he was his only chance of rescue at the same time. He wanted Shane to cum again but his own orgasm barrelled towards him, it was all he could focus on.
“Cum for me,” he heard Shane beg. “Mark me so they know I’m yours.”
Ilya couldn’t go on any longer. He held Shane so close while he buried himself inside that a voice in the back of his head was afraid he might be hurting him. He mumbled out different combinations of “fuck”, “Shane” and “mine” while rutting into his lover.
It took a few minutes for Ilya to be able to roll off of Shane but as soon as he did, he pulled Shane with him, hand travelling between his legs.
“You are insatiable,” his laugh was breathy.
“Insatiable,” Ilya repeated, rubbing slow and hard against Shane’s clit. “What does it mean? Sexy?” He grinned lazily.
“Can’t be satisfied. Always wanting more.” Shane bucked against Ilya’s hand.
“Mm, no. I am satisfied. Just want you to myself.” He pressed two fingers into Shane’s hole before pulling back out and smearing their cum over his clit. “What if I do this all night? Fuck you with my fingers until morning? Pike will be mad I stole his boy?”
Shane glowered at Ilya. “I don’t fuck married straight men. Or my teammates. Just jealous idiots.”
“Mm, not jealous, miliy,” he nuzzled his face into Shane’s neck. “I just feel bad. No one can make you feel good like I do.” He pumped quicker, kissing along Shane’s neck.