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"Baby?" Ilya's voice called from the entry of the hotel suite. "You almost ready?"
"Yeah, few more minutes." he called back, hearing Ilya’s steps getting closer. He looked to see him step into the bedroom. Shane’s heart skipped at the sight of his boyfriend in the perfectly tailored tux, the top two buttons of his white dress shirt unbuttoned. Fuck.
Ilya’s low whistle brought Shane’s eyes back to his face as he continued towards the bathroom where Shane stood, earning an eye roll. "Oh yeah?"
"Shit, you look good." he told him, eyes scanning down to Shane’s bare chest to the towel knotted at his hip. “You could just go like this.”
“Is that right?” Shane chuckled, holding his hand out. Ilya took it quickly, closing the space between them. “Might make a bit of a scene.”
“Mm, but you’d be so pretty.”
“You look gorgeous.” Shane told him, running his hand up Ilya’s arms to his shoulders before wrapping his arms around his neck.
“Need your help with tie.” Ilya told him. His big hands were warm against Shane’s bare back.
“Where is it?”
“In bedroom.”
"Come here then." Shane said softly, leaning up to kiss Ilya’s chin as he reached back to catch one of Ilya’s hands on his low back. He tightened his grip on that hand and guided him out of the bathroom and into their room, searching for the scrap of material. He spotted it at the same time Ilya’s other hand wrapped around Shane’s hip, yanking him back until his back was flush to Ilya’s chest.
Shane grinned and leaned into his touch. Ilya traced his nose along Shane’s shoulder and up his neck to whisper, “Should’ve joined you in the shower earlier. Don’t know what the fuck I was thinking staying out.”
“Remember that for next time.” Shane told him, ducking away from his hold to grab the tie from the foot of the bed. He turned just as Ilya swooped his arms back around Shane’s frame, hauling him closer. “Thought you wanted me to do your tie.”
“I do. You can do that from here.” Ilya told him, squeezing Shane tighter.
Shane laughed, the sound catching in his throat when Ilya's lips found the curve of his neck. "You're going to make us late."
"Little bit late is fine." Ilya mumbled against his skin, teeth grazing his pulse point.
"Ilya." Shane warned, even as he tilted his head to give him more access. His fingers fumbled to close the two buttons at the top of his shirt while trying to focus on how to tie the bow tie. “Baby, let me do this and then you can kiss me.”
Ilya groaned but leaned his head back. “Fine.” he pouted, his bright eyes scanning Shane’s face.
Shane made quick work of the familiar motions, looping and tucking, hyper-aware of Ilya's eyes on his face. When he finished, he smoothed his hands down Ilya's chest. "There. Perfect."
Ilya’s thumb and pointer finger slotted on either side of Shane’s chin, tipping his head back. “Thank you. Can kiss you now?”
“Please.”
Ilya barely let the word hang in the air for a second before slanting his mouth over Shane’s. His tongue danced along the seam of Shane’s lips before gaining access. Ilya kissed the air out of Shane’s lungs, leaving the man practically hanging off Ilya’s body.
“We’re going to be late.”
“Fuck it.” Ilya whispered, kissing him again.
"You're getting an award tonight. You can't be late to your own…" He gasped when Ilya's hands slid lower, tugging at the towel. "Baby."
"Have something for you." Ilya said, pulling back just enough for Shane to miss the warmth of him.
Shane stared up at him, sure that he must look wanting. "What?"
Ilya's smile was slow, his pupils dilating. "A reward. For me." He reached past Shane to the nightstand drawer, pulling out a small box. "But really, it is for you."
Shane's brow furrowed in confusion until Ilya pulled the lid from the box, tilting it towards him. His eyes widened at the sight of the black toy resting inside. "Ilya..."
"Palm out."
He did as requested and he flipped the box so the lightweight toy fell into his hand. He ran his thumb over the ribbed end of the plug. "Lighter than it looks."
"Mhm." he hummed, taking it from him. "Sit. Edge of the bed."
Shane's heart thudded against his ribs as he did so. It skipped entirely when Ilya dropped to his knee in front of him. His hands slipped to Shane’s ankles, spreading his thighs. He watched Ilya’s face darken as he took in the sight of Shane’s half hard cock against the thigh bearing Ilya’s teeth marks from a few days prior.
Ilya's tongue snaked out to lick his bottom lip. "Think we need a matching one on this side." he whispered.
He leaned in and traced the length of his cock with the tip of his tongue sending Shane's head back and a moan to the ceiling. "Baby…" he breathed.
"Yeah, must leave more evidence of me on my man." Ilya said more to himself as he ran his fingertips over Shane’s hips. "My perfect fucking man." He looked up into his eyes and shifted up on his knees. "Open your mouth." Shane didn't hesitate and dropped his jaw. His eyes darkened. "Lemme see that pretty tongue." Shane let his tongue slide out. Ilya mumbled praise and raised the toy up to his face. "Get it wet for me, baby. Suck."
He placed the toy to his tongue and Shane curled his tongue along the sides.
"That's it, baby. Close those lips around it." He quickly did so, his lips fluttering. "Fuck you’re so Goddamn pretty." Shane moaned, his body reacting to the roughness of his voice."Good boy." Ilya muttered, pulling the toy from his mouth. "Always so good for me."
He watched through wide eyes as Ilya lifted Shane’s feet one at a time to rest on the edge of the mattress. He leaned in to lick a wide hot path over Shane’s hole, moaning into him. Shane dropped back onto his elbows.
He dropped to his back when Ilya pulled back to spit directly on his hole, his fingers rubbing slowly along the rim.
"Ilya," Shane breathed, his hips canting up instinctively, chasing more. "Please."
"So impatient." Ilya murmured, pressing one finger inside slowly, working him open with practiced ease. Shane's back arched off the bed, a broken sound escaping his throat. "Always so tight for me, baby."
"More," Shane gasped, and Ilya rewarded him with a second finger, scissoring gently until Shane was panting, fisting the sheets beneath him.
"Think you're ready for your present now?" Ilya asked, withdrawing his fingers. Shane whined at the loss, earning a low chuckle. "Shh, I've got you."
Ilya slid the spit slick plug into him slowly, shifting it inside of him, watching his face closely. He gasped when the piece inside glanced over his prostate. "Oh!" he breathed out in surprise.
"There it is." he chuckled. "How's it feel, baby?"
"Good." he told him. "Fits perfectly."
Ilya leaned down to press a kiss at his hip bone, his tongue flicking over his skin quickly. "God you taste so good." he mumbled before kissing up his body, over his bare chest, to kiss his collarbone. "Going to lick that pretty hole when you finally let me bring you back to the room tonight. But before that, I'm going to count on my friend here to keep you open for me."
Shane watched him fish his phone from his pocket. "We're late, aren't we?"
"A little." He said, scrolling across the screen quickly. "Have to show you something first."
"More than our new friend?"
"More to our new friend." he restated, looking back to Shane’s face. He was watching him closely in silence for a moment. Shane opened his mouth to prompt him but then he felt a vibration inside of him, buzzing against his prostate.
He couldn't stop the moan of shock. "Oh fuck, Ilya!"
"How's that, baby?"
"It's good!" Ilya swiped along his phone screen again, the vibrations suddenly stronger. "Ah! Ilya, shit!"
He chuckled and touched the screen again. The buzzing stopped as suddenly as it started. Shane gaped up at him, wide eyed. "Think you can keep it in that tight ass until I take it out? Let me play with you while you sit there looking pretty for the cameras? In front of our friends?" He nodded rapidly. "Good boy. Hands." Shane placed his hands in Ilya’s and let him pull him to his feet. "How is it now that you're vertical?"
Shane shifted his weight from foot to foot, testing the movement inside of him. "Good, I think. It's good." He squeezed around the plug and had to grab onto Ilya’s arms. "Oh, fuck that's good."
Ilya laughed, bringing a hand to his face. "Get dressed. Sooner we leave, sooner we can get back."
He leaned up to kiss him softly. "Meet you in the living room in a sec."
Shane watched Ilya leave the bedroom, stopping only to grab his shoes before continuing through the hotel suite. He had to take a deep breath, hearing it shake on the inhale. They hadn’t been to an event like this together, as a couple. As a couple who wasn’t hiding. Shane was both thrilled and nauseous at the idea.
Get it together. Ilya is 100% winning MVP and you have to be there for him.
He pulled on his underwear carefully, hyper-aware of the plug shifting inside him with every movement. Once dressed he caught sight of himself in the mirror as he finished his tie. Flushed cheeks, slightly glazed eyes. He looked like he'd just been thoroughly kissed.
Because you were.
Shane finished dressing quickly, fingers fumbling with his cufflinks before finally getting them through. He grabbed his phone and wallet from the dresser and made his way to the living room where Ilya was waiting by the door, scrolling through his phone.
He looked up when Shane entered, his face softening. "Beautiful."
"Stop." Shane felt his face heat.
"Never." Ilya pocketed his phone and held out his hand. "Ready?"
Shane took it, squeezing once. "Ready."
Shane hoped no one asked him about the awards show. Walking into the after party, he realized he could only recall three things from the entire ceremony:
The look on Ilya's face after Shane kissed him before he walked to the podium.
The way his heart nearly burst through his ribcage when Ilya thanked him during his acceptance speech. He’d called Shane “the only true love of my life” in front of their peers, coaches, executives, and reporters. The words sent his body into overdrive and Shane nearly vibrated out of his seat.
And the glorious, maddening sensation of the plug shifting inside him every time he moved.
The after party was easier. Louder, looser. The formal tension of the ceremony dissolved by an open bar and a DJ who wasn’t afraid to play something with heavy bass. Shane let himself get swept up in it, talking to former teammates, current teammates. People saying they were surprised but happy to hear about him and Ilya. It felt good. Normal, almost, if he ignored the plug nestled inside him.
He was halfway through a conversation with one of the trainers when he realized his boyfriend was no longer in his line of sight. Shane scanned the room, searching for the only body he knew he could draw from memory.
Where did he-
"Looking for your other half?" Hayden appeared at his elbow, two drinks in hand. He passed one to Shane. "Saw him get pulled away by some media people about twenty minutes ago."
"Twenty minutes?" Shane frowned, accepting the glass. "That's a long interview."
"You know how they are. New MVP trophy, new boyfriend, new coach. Lot of soundbites to try and grab.” Hayden shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. "He's over by the far bar, I think. Saw him talking to one of the ESPN guys."
Shane followed Hayden's vague gesture until he spotted him. Ilya was leaning against the bar, nodding along to something the reporter in front of him was saying. The guy was tall, handsome, standing just a little too close. As Shane watched, the reporter laughed and touched Ilya's arm. Ilya laughed in return.
Shane's grip tightened on his glass.
"You're staring." Hayden said, amused.
"I'm observing."
"Uh huh." Hayden knocked his shoulder against Shane's. "You going to rip his hands off or what?”
“I’m resisting the urge.” Shane admitted, taking a sip of his drink. “Also resisting the urge to ask Ilya what’s so fucking funny.”
“Ya know, I wouldn’t have pegged you as a jealous guy.” Hayden said, dropping an arm over Shane’s shoulders. “This is fascinating.”
Shane couldn’t help but smile with a roll of his eyes as Hayden chuckled. “Well when your boyfriend looks like that, is charming as fuck and talk just about anybody out of their pants, you learn new things about yourself.”
“I guess you do.”
Shane started to reply but a sudden soft vibration inside of him elicited a gasp instead.
"You good?" Hayden asked, the hand still draped over Shane’s back gripped his shoulder.
"Yeah, just," Shane cleared his throat, willing his voice steady. "Swallowed wrong. Where’s Jackie?"
“Talking to some of the WAGs.” Hayden said, standing on his toes to search the room. “Ah there she is. Honey!” he called.
Shane tried to focus on the pretty brunette who was approaching but the vibration had settled into a low, steady hum against his prostate. Not enough to make him lose control. Just enough to make sure he couldn't think about anything else.
His eyes drifted over Jackie’s head to the bar. Ilya was still talking to the reporter, his posture relaxed and easy. Shane’s eyes narrowed in on the phone now in Ilya’s hand, being held casually at his side. As Shane watched, his thumb swiped across the screen.
The vibration pulsed stronger. Sharper.
Shane's hand shot out to grip Hayden's arm, his knees threatening to buckle.The pulse dropped back to the low, steady hum. Shane’s cock was only being held down by a conveniently placed seam in his boxer briefs.
He looked up again to see Ilya watching him. His face was relaxed, calm, but behind the professional pleasantness that could border on flirtation, Shane could see the hint of jealousy Ilya was trying to hide. Ilya looked away, turning those eyes back to the other man.
I have the right to be jealous with that man hanging onto Ilya’s every word. Why is he looking at me like that?
"Okay, seriously, are you alright?" Hayden turned to face him fully, concern creasing his brow.
“Yeah!” Shane answered too quickly. “Jackie, you look great tonight.”
“Thank you, you too.” Jackie said, pulling Shane into a quick hug. “You alright, though? You look a bit flushed.”
Shane knew the color in his cheeks deepened in embarrassment. “Oh yeah, just warm in here.”
“And he’s jealous Ilya is talking to the beefcake reporter.” Hayden told her, his arm dropping from Shane so the other could wrap around his wife.
“Well go get your man.” Jackie said, looking over her shoulder. “Ilya doesn’t seem into it but I bet he’d get a kick out of you laying some claims.” Jackie said, looking back at Shane to wriggle her eyebrow.
Shane chuckled and took a long drink, hoping the glass would hide the fluttering of his eyes as pleasure lay heavy in his stomach.
“Dance with me?” Hayden asked Jackie.
Oh thank God.
“Absolutely.”
And then they were gone and Shane was alone for the first time all night. His eyes found his boyfriend again.
The reporter's hand was still on Ilya's bicep. Still laughing. Still leaning in.
Alright, that's enough.
He shot back the remainder of his drink and placed it on the nearest surface.
He turned and began weaving through the crowd. He kept his eyes fixed on the bar, on Ilya, who was still nodding along to whatever the reporter was saying. Still not looking at Shane.
But his thumb was still moving on that screen.
The vibration shifted to short, teasing pulses that made Shane bite down on his tongue. He tasted copper. His cock was fully hard now, straining against his dress pants, and he had to resist the urge to adjust himself in the middle of the crowded room.
You absolute bastard.
He was ten feet away when the reporter leaned in closer, his hand settling on Ilya's shoulder as he said something in his ear. Ilya tilted his head to listen, a polite smile on his face.
The vibration kicked up to a relentless, rolling wave.
Shane paused mid-step, biting back a moan. He curled his fingers around the edge of a nearby table and leaned into it just enough to stay on his feet.
When he looked back up, Ilya was watching him.
Just for a second. Just a flicker of eye contact across the crowded room. His expression didn't change, still pleasant, still engaged with the reporter at his side. But something glittered in his gaze. Dark. Satisfied.
His thumb swiped across his phone.
The vibration stopped.
Shane exhaled shakily, his legs trembling. He was going to kill him. He was going to drag Ilya back to their hotel room and kill him.
Right after he fucked him.
Shane gave himself thirty seconds. Thirty seconds to catch his breath, to will his cock to calm down, to remember that he was in a room full of colleagues and cameras and he could not, would not, let Ilya win this easily.
He pushed off from the table and closed in on the bar.
The reporter was still talking, still standing too close, still touching Ilya like he had any right to. Up close, Shane could see the guy was even prettier than he'd thought. Sharp jaw, perfect teeth, the kind of effortless charm that probably got him whatever he wanted.
Shane hated him instantly.
"-and I think what you've done this season is just remarkable," the reporter was saying, his hand resting on Ilya's forearm. "The way you led this team will see you in the Hall of Fame one-"
"Ilya." Shane interrupted smoothly, sliding into the space at Ilya's side. "There you are. I've been looking for you."
Ilya's arm slipped around his waist immediately, pulling him close. "Sorry, got caught up." He pressed a kiss to Shane's temple. "Shane, this is Marcus. He's new with ESPN. Marcus, this is Shane Hollander. My boyfriend."
The last two words landed with just enough emphasis to make Marcus's hand fall away from Ilya's arm.
"Of course. Another future Hall of Famer." Marcus recovered quickly, extending his hand with a professional smile. "Great to finally meet you. Ilya was just telling me about you."
"Was he?" Shane shook his hand, squeezing perhaps a little harder than necessary. "All good things, I hope."
"Only the best." Marcus's smile didn't quite reach his eyes. "He's very proud of you."
"It’s mutual." Shane leaned into Ilya's side, his hand coming to rest possessively on Ilya's chest. "Sorry for interrupting."
"Oh, no interruptions at all." Marcus glanced between them, clearly reading the press of Shane’s fingers into Ilya’s pec. "I should let you two enjoy the rest of your evening. Ilya, congratulations again. Wonderful talking to you. Shane, looking forward to talking again soon."
"You too." Ilya said, charm oozing out of his pores.
They watched him disappear into the crowd. Shane waited until he was out of earshot before turning to look up at Ilya.
"Wonderful talking to you?" Shane repeated flatly.