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"Is Ilya coming tonight?" Rose asked, voice barely audible over the loud bass coming out of the speakers.
"No, he had a game in New York earlier. He's flying in tomorrow morning." Shane replied, making a face.
“How long has it been?”
“A week. Which isn’t horrible but we left it kind of weird.” Shane told her. Rose dropped a hand to his arm, nudging him to continue. “Not a fight but maybe the seeds of a fight? I don’t know.”
“What about?”
“He’s got this fucking rookie.” Shane sighed. “Who is in love with him. Very obviously smitten and Ilya keeps acting like I’m being irrational about it.”
Rose bit back a smirk. “Are you?”
“What?”
“Being irrational?”
Shane scoffed, shooting her a look before looking down to his glass. “No.” he finally replied but his voice was softer.
“Shane. What did you say to him?”
“Nothing even that bad. Just that I’d like him to consider not spending too much time with him out of uniform.”
“Isn’t he the captain?”
Shane sighed, finishing off his drink. “Rose, I don’t need your rationality right now.”
She laughed, “Is this like a consistent conversation you’re having daily or just before you left Boston?”
“Just there. We’ve been texting and calling like normal. FaceTimes before bed, the whole thing but I feel like it’s lingering there for when we’re back in person. If he says “Oh I sat by Luca on the plane.” I might be more pissed than I’ll be able to hide.” Rose opened her mouth to speak but Shane quickly added, “I know that’s stupid.”
“As long as you know.”
"Very helpful." Shane rolled his eyes with an embarrassed laugh. He pulled out his phone, checking for what felt like the hundredth time that night. No new messages. Ilya had texted after the game, a quick "won in OT, heading to hotel" but nothing since. Shane tried not to read into it. "You want another drink?"
"No, still working on this one."
"Ok, be right back."
Shane pushed his way through the crowd towards the bar. The Montreal club was packed, all velvet booths and purple lighting, the kind of place that charged too much for drinks but had the best DJ in the city.
He spotted Miles near the bar and made his way over. "Hey!" he greeted, able to hear the alcohol in his own voice. "Thought we were meeting the boyfriend tonight."
"Running late." Miles said, "You’re looking good though. Shame your man's in New York."
Shane rolled his eyes. "One more night without him won't kill me."
"You sure about that?" Miles teased, shoving a shot glass into his hand. "Tequila. For courage."
"Oh God." Shane mumbled but clinked his glass with Miles's before shooting it back. It burned his throat on the way down and he made a face.
"Going back to Rose," Shane said, signaling the bartender for a rum and coke.
"Don't abandon me all night!"
“Then come back to the table.”
Shane grabbed his drink and headed back through the club toward their VIP section. Rose was deep in conversation with Hayden while Jackie scrolled through her phone, looking more relaxed than Shane had seen her in months, the miracle of a babysitter and a night out.
"Shane!" Jackie called out before he could sit down. "They won’t dance with me yet. Come on!"
Shane downed half his drink. The bartender had been heavy-handed with the rum and he made a face. She held up her glass up a in salute as he headed toward the dance floor.
By the time he’d made it back to Jackie, she had gathered Miles from the bar. Shane let himself move to the heavy beat. French lyrics washed over him, his head spinning with adrenaline and alcohol. The club's lighting shifted from purple to blue to red, bodies pressed close on all sides.
His mind kept flashing with images of Ilya. How the lights would look in his curls, on his golden tanned skin. The way his hands would clutch at Shane’s waist before finding his hips and ass. How he would grind his seemingly always hard cock against Shane’s stomach.
I miss him. He thought, wanting to pull out his phone to call him. Would he pick up? Why hasn’t he already called. He knows you’re out. You talked about you being unavailable. But he could still try, right? I would try.
He wasn't sure how long they danced. Miles spun him out at some point, released his hand, and Shane stumbled backward into a firm chest. He looked up to see a guy he vaguely recognized, maybe from one of Rose's industry events. Hands found Shane's hips.
Shane stepped away, putting distance between them, but kept dancing. He was trying to get back to Jackie and Miles but hands found his hips again, pulling him back against a firm chest.
Again, Shane slipped free and turned around to see the familiar face grinning. “Not interested.” he said, hoping his voice carried over the music.
Hands at his waist, pulling Shane into a sway. “Oh come on, give me a chance. Just one dance to let you feel what you could have later.”
Shane frowned and pressed the man’s hands off of him. “No.”
That's when he felt it. The hair rising on his arms, the sudden awareness of being watched. He scanned the room and found a familiar face a dozen feet away, just at the edge of their VIP section.
“Ilya.” Shane whispered, excitement flooding him. He moved quickly to close the gap between them. “What’re you doing here? I didn’t know you were coming.”
"That was pretty obvious." Ilya told him, brow arching. Shane's smile wavered slightly and he slid his hands up to wrap his arms around Ilya's neck. "Who is your friend?"
“You know Miles and Jackie.” Shane said, eyes narrowing in confusion. He ran his fingers through Ilya’s hair as he pressed his body flush with his boyfriend, before cupping his face. “God, I missed you.”
“I was talking about your dance partner.”
"Oh, I don't know." Shane shrugged, suddenly very aware that Ilya's hands were not on him. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming? I would’ve met you."
"I decided last minute. You said you missed me in your text."
Shane smiled brightly, pressing a soft kiss to Ilya’s chin, “You came early because I missed you.”
“Don’t let me fuck up your night.” Ilya’s voice was still flat. And his hands were still not on Shane.
Shane’s smile fell.
"Why aren't you touching me?" Ilya's eyes glanced over Shane's head towards where he'd been dancing. "Ilya, put your hands on me."
Ilya glanced down at him, jaw clenching. "You want me to touch you?"
The roughness of his voice sent desire racing through Shane. He could only nod, one hand sliding to the back of Ilya's head brushing over his curls. Ilya's eyes traced over his face and Shane's heart skipped in his chest.
He was so lost in Ilya's eyes that the soft touch of his fingertips against Shane's lower back made him gasp in surprise. "Looking so good tonight," Ilya told him, his hand slipping beneath Shane's shirt to brush against bare skin. "Leave you alone for one night and you've got another dude trying to touch all over my baby’s body? Letting another dude touch what's mine?"
Shane was sure he'd instantly gotten hard at Ilya's words and the darkness in his voice. So hard, so fast he got dizzy. "No, baby. Just you."
"Oh yeah? Because you looked awfully close to letting that fucker put his fucking hands on you."
"Only want you." Shane breathed out.
Ilya's hand skimmed up Shane's back to curl around the back of his neck. His thumb stretched forward to brush against Shane's jaw. "Is that right?"
"Yes baby."
"Nope, try again." His pupils blew wide as he stared down at Shane. He'd never used that voice outside of the safety of a space holding just them and Shane never would have thought he'd use it in the middle of a bar where anybody could hear or see them.
"Yes, sir." Shane whispered after a second to remember how to speak. The corner of Ilya's mouth pulled up a little but that was the only hint he'd heard him.
"Where's your jacket?"
"With Rose."
"Let's get it. We're leaving."
Shane did not need to be told twice and even as he rushed forward to find his jacket, a voice in the back of his head was embarrassed that he'd ever let a guy tell him it was time to leave a party. But that tone says he's going to fuck you mindless. his mind retorted. It's not the same.
He felt Ilya's hand on his lower back, his fingers flexing against him. Shane leaned into him and felt Ilya's lips against the side of his head. "Faster." he said into his hair.
"Yes, sir." Shane said so only Ilya could hear him.
"Oh hey!" Rose said, when she looked up from the conversation with Hayden. "I thought you weren’t coming until tomorrow."
"Ah, yeah, no sense in waiting until tomorrow to fly when I could be with Shane a few more hours." Ilya told her, his fingers digging harder into Shane's back urging him forward.
"I'm heading out," Shane said, already reaching for his jacket. The words came out rushed. "Sorry, Rose, I know it's your night…"
"Oh my god, go." Rose laughed, shooing him with her hand. "Hayden and Jackie just got here. We're good for hours."
Shane shot her a grateful look. "Love you. Text tomorrow!"
"Have fun!" Rose called after them, her grin knowing.
Shane said a quick goodbye to Hayden and turned against Ilya's body to stare up at him. "Ready when you are."
Ilya looped his arm around Shane's waist and practically dragged him outside. Once they were outside, he pulled Shane flush against his chest, both hands gripping Shane's hips. Shane leaned up on his toes to kiss him but Ilya tipped his head away. "Not yet, baby."
"Ilya!" Shane whined, pouting up at him as he dropped back to his heels.
"You thought you had the night to yourself, wore those tight fucking jeans that make your ass look so fuckable, and this shirt with your chest fucking out and your arms look so good, looking so Goddamn good." Ilya said through his teeth. "Who you dressing up for, Shane?"
His body tingled in anticipation. "You. Wanted to look good when you called."
"Mm." Ilya's hands slid around to grip Shane's ass. "We're about to get in the car. When we do, I want you to unzip those jeans and pull your cock out. Do you understand me?"
"Yes." Ilya's hand slapped Shane's ass, the crack echoing on the Montreal street. "Yes, sir." Shane corrected when he saw the look in Ilya's eyes. "Yes sir, I understand."
"Good boy." Ilya's lips brushed lightly over Shane's and Shane's knees went weak. "Go. Black SUV on the end."
Shane practically ran to Ilya's rental car, turning to see Ilya's slow walk towards him. He wanted to say anything to rush him but his pulse strumming in his throat made it hard to speak. Finally Ilya unlocked the doors and Shane slid into the passenger seat, watching him move around to the driver's side.
Shane could feel Ilya's eyes on him and quickly popped the button on his jeans, pulling down the zipper. He shoved his jeans and boxer briefs down just enough to free his cock, already half-hard and leaking.
Ilya sucked air through his teeth. "Fuck, look at you."
"You make me so hard, sir."
Shane watched Ilya's fist tighten around the steering wheel, heat flooding his face. He wrapped his hand around his cock and started stroking slowly.
"Did I tell you you could touch yourself yet?" Ilya's voice was sharp.
Shane gasped, his hand freezing. "No."
"No what?"
"No, sir."
"Good boy. You're going to only call me sir until I tell you different. Understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"Now touch yourself, Shane. Make yourself hard for me."
Shane's hand immediately resumed stroking, working himself to full hardness. Ilya reached over and wrapped his hand around Shane's wrist, guiding the pace he wanted. Slow and teasing.
"Five miles to the house," Ilya said, his voice low. "If you can't make yourself cum before we get there, you don't cum at all tonight."
Shane's eyes shot wide when he heard the seriousness in his words. "But…"
Ilya spanked his thigh. "Touch yourself, Shane. Make yourself cum."
Shane hesitated only a moment as he tried to think around the lusty fog that clouded his mind. The squeeze to his thigh pulled him into action. He stroked faster, his other hand coming down to cup his balls.
"Three miles" Ilya stated.
Shane grunted, picking up speed, twisting his wrist the way he liked. "Oh fuck! Talk to me? Can I hear you, sir?"
Ilya groaned low in his throat in response. "My little slut need my voice to cum?"
"Yes sir!" Shane moaned, stroking himself harder chasing the orgasm that was just out of reach.
"Look at you, stroking that pretty cock for me," Ilya's voice was rough. "Going to fuck you so hard, you're going to feel me for a week. Every step you take, you going to feel me."
Shane moaned, his hand working faster. "Please!"
"Can see your cock dripping for me. So Goddamn hard." Ilya glanced at him. "Going to lick that pretty ass until you're begging to choke on my cock. Turn my baby into a desperate cumslut drooling for it. Going to fuck you so hard you'll feel me in your throat, make you gag so good for me. Stretch that tight little hole until you're screaming. Fill you with so much cum you'll be leaking it for days, dripping my load everywhere you sit. Make you my perfect little fucktoy. Going to make you so desperate you're begging for more even when you can barely take it. My perfect boy taking everything I give you."
Shane's toes curled as a sharp orgasm hit him. He came hard, spilling over his hand and onto his shirt. Ilya's name hung in the thick air of the car. Shane collapsed back into the seat, sucking air into his lungs. "Jesus…" he breathed out.
He felt the car slow to a stop and glanced through the windshield to see his house. Ilya's hand landed on Shane's thigh. "Clean yourself up." he ordered, turning the engine off.
Shane quickly used tissues from the glovebox to wipe his hand and shirt as best he could, tucking himself back into his jeans. Ilya was out of the car before Shane could finish.
Ilya pulled open the passenger door and helped Shane out. He pressed Shane against the car, his arms caging him in place. Shane knew Ilya could feel his heart racing as he stared up at him with wide eyes. Ilya held his gaze as he leaned forward to barely brush his lips over Shane's.
"My good boy is usually so good at following directions." he began, his eyes darkening. "I said only call me sir. So why did my pretty baby scream my name instead?"
"Sir…" Shane started to say but Ilya's hand wrapping around his throat stopped the words on his tongue. He squeezed lightly, just enough for Shane to feel it. "Sir, please!" he croaked.
"Please what Shane?"
"Want you to stretch me open, sir." Shane felt Ilya's grip tighten.
"You think you deserve my cock?"
"I asked you a question, baby."
"Please!" Shane whimpered, Ilya's fingers still pressing against the sides of his throat. "Please, sir! I need your cock."
Shane saw Ilya's lips curl into a slight grin, his mask cracking. "Fuck, you say the prettiest shit. Gotta get you inside."
He released Shane's throat and grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together as he pulled Shane towards the front steps. Shane let him guide him, his mind too fogged to focus on anything other than getting Ilya's cock inside him. Ilya's thumb stroked lightly across the back of Shane's hand and Shane squeezed back, earning a kiss to the top of his head.
Ilya tapped in the code and pushed open the door when the lock disengaged. He spun around, pressing Shane's back against his now closed front door. Ilya’s knee knocked between Shane's legs and pressed up against him. Shane gulped at the sudden move and his hips rocked forward. "So fucking greedy!" Ilya breathed out. "Grinding against my thigh."
"Feels so good!" Shane told him, arms locking around Ilya's neck as he rolled his hips to increase the friction.
The noise that left Ilya's throat made Shane's body clench. Ilya took a step back, leaving Shane staring up at him wide eyed.
"Strip." Ilya commanded, his voice rough. "Everything. Now."
Shane's hands flew to his shirt, yanking it over his head. He kicked off his shoes, fumbling with his jeans, his fingers clumsy with need and alcohol. Ilya watched him, arms crossed, eyes dark and hungry.
When Shane was finally naked, standing in the entryway, Ilya circled him slowly. Shane could feel his gaze like a physical touch, taking in every inch of him.
"Turn around," Ilya ordered. "Hands on the door. Spread your legs."
Shane obeyed, his palms flat against the door, his legs shoulder-width apart. He felt completely exposed, his cock hard and leaking against his stomach.
Ilya's hand slid down Shane's spine, over the curve of his ass. "So fucking pretty like this." His fingers traced between Shane's cheeks, circling his hole. "Already so eager for me."
Shane's breath hitched. "Please, sir."
“Hand.”
Shane’s hand came up comically fast. Ilya didn’t bother to hide his smug smile. Shane watched through heavy lidded eyes as Ilya sucked two of Shane’s fingers into his mouth. He moaned, unable to look away from the way Ilya’s lips wrapped around his fingers.
Ilya’s tongue stroked the length of his fingers, his lips forming the perfect seal. God I want to feel that around my cock.
He nearly collapsed when Ilya pulled away with a pop of his lips.
"Reach back," Ilya said. "Show me how much you want it. Play with that pretty hole for me.”
Shane's face burned as he reached back with one hand, his fingers finding his entrance. He circled it slowly, the way Ilya liked to watch.
"That's it," Ilya's voice was rough. "Push a finger in. Let me see."
Shane pressed one finger inside himself, gasping at the stretch. He was already so worked up, so desperate, that even his own finger felt intense.
"More," Ilya demanded. "I got two ready for you. Give me two. Stretch yourself open for my cock."
Shane added the second finger, working them in and out, his legs starting to shake. Ilya's hand came down hard on his ass, making him cry out.
"Good boy," Ilya murmured, his hand soothing over the sting. "Such a good fucking boy, showing me what's mine."
Shane whimpered, his fingers moving faster, chasing the pleasure.
"Stop." Ilya's command was sharp.
Shane's hand froze, then fell away. He was panting, trembling, aching with need.
"Bedroom," Ilya said, stepping back. "On the bed, on your knees. Face me."
"Yes sir." Shane stumbled toward the bedroom on shaky legs, hyper-aware of Ilya following behind him.
Shane crawled into the position Ilya wanted and stared up at him, waiting. His cock was half-hard again, starting to recover from the car. Ilya palmed his erection through his pants and Shane's mouth watered.
"This what you want?" Shane nodded, eyes locked on the way Ilya's fingers curled around the bulge. "Use your words."
"I want your cock, sir."
"You want it in your throat?" Shane moaned, nodding quickly. "Eyes up."
Shane's gaze shot up to Ilya's face. Ilya's left hand came up to cup Shane's face, sliding down so his thumb gripped Shane's chin. "Mouth open."
Shane immediately let his jaw drop, moaning when Ilya slipped his thumb into Shane's mouth and pressed it against his tongue. He used the hold to pull Shane's head down until Shane had to drop to his elbows, his face leveling with Ilya's cock. Shane knew Ilya felt his mouth water again around his thumb.
"Get my cock in that gorgeous fucking mouth." Shane wasted no time in undoing Ilya's fly and zipper and pulling his cock free. Ilya's thumb left Shane's mouth to be replaced by his cock head. They moaned in unison. "Fuck, your mouth," Ilya groaned. "Always so perfect for me."
Shane took him deeper, hollowing his cheeks. His own cock was fully hard now, leaking against his stomach. Ilya tangled his fingers in Shane's hair, pulling Shane further onto his cock. Shane moaned around him, bringing one hand up to Ilya's thigh to brace himself as Ilya fucked his mouth.
"That's a good fucking boy." Ilya hissed. "Just like that. Love watching my cock disappear between those pretty lips." Shane hummed around him, the vibration making Ilya's hips jerk. "Fuck, baby. You love this, don't you? Love having your mouth full of my cock."
Shane moaned his agreement, taking Ilya deeper. He slapped his palm against Shane's ass, the sting shooting electricity up Shane's spine. He spanked him again, harder.
"Look so good on your knees for me. My perfect cumslut."
Shane relaxed his throat and pressed his tongue to the floor of his mouth, allowing every inch of Ilya to slide in. Ilya's thigh tensed beneath Shane's hand and the hand in his hair yanked him off his cock.
He inhaled sharply, eyes searching for Ilya's. Ilya pulled Shane back up off his elbows so he could look him straight in the eye.
"Too fucking good at that." Ilya mumbled. He held Shane's stare. "Keep going and I'll cum down your throat. That what you want?"
"No sir," Shane breathed. "Want you to cum inside me."
"Greedy boy." Ilya's grip tightened in his hair. "Want every drop, don't you?"
"Yes sir. Please." Shane breathed.
"Tell me, baby."
"Kiss me? Please? You haven't kissed me and fuck, sir, please!" Shane pleaded.
"So pretty when you beg." Ilya whispered, the fingers still in Shane's hair tightening their grip.
Shane felt the coil in his belly tighten when Ilya's lips crashed down over his. Just feeling Ilya's lips on his, Ilya's tongue in his mouth, had Shane's cock throbbing.
When Ilya ended the kiss, Shane groaned in frustration. Ilya chuckled and wrapped his hand around Shane's throat again. "Needy slut."
"Yes!"
"Hands and knees, baby."
Shane watched Ilya strip out of his shirt and kick his jeans to the floor. Shane's eyes narrowed on a fresh set of bruises on his chest and he glanced up to Ilya's face. Ilya flashed a quick, sweet smile and leaned down to kiss the tip of Shane's nose. "I'm fine." he whispered.
Shane nodded. Ilya grabbed a handful of Shane's hair, pulling his head back as he moved around to kneel behind Shane on the bed.
"Sweet ass so ready." Ilya mumbled. "You want this cock, Shane?"
"Yes sir!" Shane moaned out, fingers curling into the sheets. "Please give it to me!"
"Who gets to fuck this ass?" Ilya asked, his fingers circling Shane's hole.
"Just you!" Shane whispered, his body practically vibrating.
"Can't hear you. Tell me who gets to fuck this ass."
"Just you!" Shane said, raising his voice.
Ilya's hand slapped against Shane's ass but he didn't give him anymore. "Still can't hear you, Shane. Louder."
"You, sir!" Shane nearly screamed. "Fuck, just you! Oh, please, please, please. My ass is yours!"
Shane heard the sound of lube being opened, felt Ilya's slicked fingers at his entrance. One finger pushed inside and Shane cried out at the stretch.
"Good fucking boy." Ilya said through gritted teeth. He leaned his chest over Shane's back to whisper against his ear. "This perfect body. Perfect body belongs to me."
Shane shivered. "Yes sir."
"Tell me."
Shane turned his head to find Ilya's eyes. "Belong to you."
Ilya smacked Shane's ass and pushed himself back to his knees behind Shane. He worked a second finger inside, then a third, stretching Shane open. Shane was gasping, his arms shaking with the effort of holding himself up.
"Ready for me?" Ilya asked.
"Yes! Yes, please!"
Ilya pulled his fingers out and Shane felt the blunt head of Ilya's cock at his entrance. Ilya used the grip on Shane's hair to push inside, sinking deep. Shane cried out, his eyes snapping wide at suddenly feeling so full.
Ilya groaned out Shane's name. "Good fucking boy." He pulled out until just the head remained inside. He sank back into Shane roughly, his balls slapping against Shane earning a sharp intake of breath. Shane heard him huff out a laugh before he picked up the pace.
Shane had to brace himself against the mattress to keep from face planting or sliding clean off the bed. Ilya pounded into him, his fingers never leaving Shane's hair. Shane was completely consumed in the blinding pleasure Ilya was wringing from every ounce of his body.
"This ass was made for my cock," Ilya grunted. "So tight. So perfect. Gripping me so good."
"Feels so good," Shane babbled. "Nobody fucks me like you. Nobody makes me feel like this."
"Damn right," Ilya's pace increased. "Nobody else gets to. This is mine."
Shane was completely consumed in the blinding pleasure Ilya was wringing from every ounce of his body. His cock was rock hard beneath him, dripping precum onto the sheets.
"Listen to those sounds you're making. My desperate boy."
"Close," Shane gasped. "Sir, I'm getting close."
"Not yet," Ilya commanded, but his voice was strained. "Want to make this last."
"Can't- oh fuck, I can't hold it." Shane's whole body was trembling. "Please, sir, please can I cum?"
"Shit," Ilya groaned. "You gonna cum just from my cock in your ass?"
"Yes! Yes sir, please!"
"Fuck. Do it. Cum on my cock. Show me how good I make you feel."
Shane just cried out, his arms giving out as he collapsed forward. His back arched, shoving his hips back against Ilya as an orgasm surged through him. "Oh fuck, fucking fuck!" he screamed out, voice muffled in the duvet, his cock pulsing untouched beneath him, painting the sheets.
"Fuck yes, that's it baby. Feel you clenching so tight…" Ilya's words cut off with a strangled groan. "Shit, Shane, you're milking my-fuck!" Ilya's rhythm shattered completely. His hips jerked erratically as Shane's ass clenched around him in rhythmic pulses. "You're making me…" Ilya gasped, then buried himself deep with a guttural moan. "Shane!"
Shane felt Ilya's cock pulse inside him, felt the heat of his cum flooding him. Ilya hadn't meant to cum yet, Shane could hear it in the surprise in his voice, feel it in the way his whole body went rigid.
"Fuck," Ilya breathed, collapsing forward over Shane's back, both of them panting. "You made me cum too fast."
Shane's laugh was breathless, his body still trembling with aftershocks. "Sorry?"
"No you're not," Ilya accused, but there was a smile in his voice. He pressed a kiss between Shane's shoulder blades. "Your ass is dangerous."
“Mm.” Shane mumbled, face buried in the pillow.
"Talk to me, baby." Ilya whispered, pressing a trail of kisses along Shane's shoulder blades.
"Hmm." Shane hummed, pushing up against Ilya's chest.
"Come on, Shane. I need actual words."
Shane grinned at the light concern in Ilya's voice. "Please, don't be done with me." he said, his voice cracking slightly. "Can't get enough of you. Need more."
“Fuck, my good boy.” Ilya chuckled, kissing the back of his head. “Need a sec. Can you wait?”
“Wait for you forever.’ Shane replied, earning a sharp slap to the ass. "Don't pull out yet," Shane whispered. "Just stay."
Ilya made a soft sound of agreement and carefully shifted them onto their sides, spooning Shane from behind, still buried inside him. One arm wrapped around Shane's waist, holding him close. "Missed this," Ilya murmured into Shane's hair. "Missed you."
Shane laced his fingers with Ilya's over his stomach. "Missed you too." They breathed together for a few minutes, the frantic energy finally settling into something softer. "We should talk," Shane said quietly. "About Luca."
Ilya's arm tightened around him.
“I don’t want to fight.”
“We won’t.”
“Is this something you want to talk about while I’m still inside you?” Ilya asked, running his nose over Shane’s neck.
“Maybe it’ll go better.” Shane teased, turning his head to meet his favorite shade of blue. Ilya’s brow was furrowed. “Or not.”
Ilya sighed and dropped a kiss to Shane’s shoulder while his arms tightened around him, pulling Shane even more onto his half-hard cock. “We talk.”
“I know you think I’m being stupid.” Shane began.
“I don’t think that.” Ilya said quickly. “I think you are overthinking.”
“He’s obsessed with you.” Shane said, already feeling his blood pressure rising.
“He’s a rookie away from home for the first time. He watched me play when he was a kid. It’s hero worship, nothing more.”
“And if I’m right?”
Ilya sighed and dropped his forehead to Shane’s back. “Does it matter?”
“How can it not?”
“Because the man could beg for my cock, could beg me to rail him into next week and it wouldn’t fucking matter. Because I want you. I need you, Shane. Why would I ever risk you and this life we’re building? For a random person?”
“What if he’s not random? You like Luca. You said he’s smart and funny.”
Ilya’s hand on his chin tipped Shane’s face back so their eyes locked. “So? He is smart and he is funny. This means I’m going to choose him over you?”
Shane stared into Ilya's eyes, searching for any hesitation, any doubt. He found none. Just certainty. Just love.
"No," Shane said quietly. "I know you wouldn't choose him."
"So what is this really about?" Ilya asked, his thumb stroking along Shane's jaw. "Tell me the real fear."
Shane's throat tightened. "That I'm not enough. That you'll realize you could have someone less... complicated. Someone who doesn't get jealous over rookies or pick fights before you leave for road trips."
"Baby." Ilya's voice was firm. "You think I want easy? You think I would stay so obsessed with you, and you alone, all those years we weren’t saying the truth if I wanted easy?"
"Ilya…"
“I could’ve had easy, moya lyubov.” Shane’s eyes narrow as the sharp red-hot jealousy slaps him across the face. Ilya laughs when he recognizes the expression tainting Shane’s expression. “My baby.” Ilya whispered, before kissing Shane hard. He deepened the kiss and Shane’s brain stuttered. “I didn’t want easy. I want real. I want love. Love so big it makes us crazy.”
“Even when it’s this type of crazy?” Shane asked, voice embarrassingly small.
“My favorite type of crazy.” Ilya admitted. “I don’t like when you spiral this far into your head when I’m not here, though. That I could do without. I don’t like making small talk bullshit talk through text when you get like this. But I let you because I hate to fight with you.”
Shane felt tears prick his eyes. "I'm sorry. I should've just called you. Should've told you I was spiraling instead of-"
"Instead of letting it eat at you for a week?" Ilya finished. "Yeah, baby. That's what I'm saying."
"I didn't want to seem needy."
"Baby, you are needy." Ilya said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I love that you're needy. I love you needy, makes my cock hard when you’re needy. Clingy baby."
Shane huffed a wet laugh. "Yeah?"
“Tells me you need me as much as I need you. Does my head and heart and dick good to know that you, Shane Hollander, need me as much as I need you.”
"Are you just saying that?"
"Jesus, Hollander. I know you can feel how hard my cock is getting inside of you just thinking about my pretty baby being needy." Shane could feel it, could feel his thickness pressing so perfectly inside of Shane. "That's what you do to me. That's how much I need you."
Shane's breath hitched. "Ilya..."
"Let me show you," Ilya murmured. He carefully pulled out, and Shane whimpered at the loss. "On your back, baby. Need to see your face."
Shane rolled over, and Ilya immediately covered him, settling between his thighs. For a moment, they just looked at each other. Ilya's hand came up to cup Shane's face, his thumb stroking along Shane's cheekbone.
"I love you," Ilya said quietly. "You. All of you. The jealous, needy, complicated parts included."
Shane felt his eyes sting. "I love you too."
"Good." Ilya kissed him softly, then his eyes darkened. "Now I'm gonna fuck you until you can't remember why you were ever worried about anyone else."
"Please," Shane breathed.
Ilya's mouth dropped to take a nipple between his teeth. Shane's hands flew to the back of Ilya's head, his nails digging enough to make Ilya groan.
"Fuck, please need more." Shane begged.
Ilya grinned against his skin then sucked a mark on Shane's chest before switching to the other side. Shane arched his back, gasps falling from his mouth.
"Could cum just listening to the sounds you make." Ilya mumbled. He kissed up Shane's chest to his throat, his fingertips ghosting down Shane's sides to his hips.
He looped his hands around the backs of Shane's thighs. "You ready for me, baby?"
"Yes! Please! Need you inside me again. Feel so empty without you."
Ilya lined himself up and pushed inside slowly this time. Shane moaned at the stretch, at the feeling of being filled again.
"Fuck yes," Shane gasped. "Never enough of you. Need you.”
"I'm right here, baby. Got you." Ilya started moving, slow and deep. "Always gonna give you what you need."
"You feel so good," Shane whimpered, his legs wrapping tight around Ilya's waist, trying to get Ilya to move faster. "Need you to fuck me. Need to feel you."
"I will, baby," Ilya's pace slowed to a torturous crawl. "But you're gonna earn it first. Beg prettier."
"Please," Shane moaned immediately. "Please fuck me harder. Please make me feel it. Want to feel you for days."
"That's a start." Ilya's hand slid up to wrap lightly around Shane's throat. "But I want more. Tell me what you need."
"Need your cock," Shane gasped. "Need you to fuck me until I can't think. Need you to use me. Need to know I'm yours."
"Yeah? My needy boy wants to be used?"
"Yes! God, yes. Want you to make me take it. Want you to take what you need from me."
"Fuck, yes." Ilya's hips snapped harder, finally giving Shane what he'd been begging for. "That's what I want to hear. Keep going, baby. Tell me more."
"Want to feel you for days," Shane begged, his nails digging into Ilya's shoulders. He knew he needed to be careful with scratching him, but Shane just wanted to claw him up. "Want every step I take to remind me who I belong to. Want to be so sore tomorrow I can barely walk. Want to feel your cum leaking out of me all week."
"Jesus, Shane." Ilya's voice was rough. "Keep talking like that and I'm going to fucking lose control."
"Yes! Want you to lose control. Want you to fuck me like you own me."
"You are only mine," Ilya growled, his grip on Shane's throat tightening slightly. "This ass is mine. This body is mine. This needy little hole is mine. Say it."
"Yours," Shane whimpered. "Please, Ilya, please fuck me harder. Choke me. Want to feel your hand on my throat while you fuck me."
Ilya's grip tightened, not enough to restrict air but enough for Shane to feel completely controlled. "Like this? Like being held down while I use this tight little hole?"
"Yes!" Shane gasped, his voice strained but clear. "Love it. Love feeling owned. Love knowing you can do whatever you want to me."
"That's right, baby. You're mine to fuck. Mine to use." Ilya's other hand gripped Shane's hip hard enough to bruise. "And you're gonna take every fucking inch."
"Yes, please, use me. Fuck me like I'm yours."
"You are mine." Ilya's thumb pressed against Shane's jaw, forcing his head back. "Say it louder."
"I'm yours!" Shane practically shouted. "Love how you fuck me!"
Ilya leaned down and bit Shane's shoulder. Shane cried out, the pain mixing with pleasure. That sent his body right to the edge. "Gonna leave my marks on you," Ilya growled against Shane's skin. "Want you to feel this tomorrow. Want you to see it and remember."
"Yes, fuck, yes!”
Ilya pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in, making Shane cry out his name. "Like that?"
"Yes! Fuck, yes, just like that!”
“You're my desperate little cumslut who needs my cock, aren't you?"
"Yes!" Shane was sobbing. "Need your cock so deep inside me. Can't think about anything else. Just you fucking me. Just being full of you. Please don't stop. Please wreck me."
"That's fucking right." Ilya released Shane's throat to push his legs up wider, Shane's knees nearly to his chest. The new angle was devastating.
"You own me," Shane gasped, his cock rock hard and leaking between them. "Every part of me. My ass, my cock, my body. All yours."
"Fuck yes." Ilya's rhythm was punishing. "And I'm gonna fill this greedy hole up so full you're gonna be leaking my cum for days. Gonna pump you so full everyone will know you're mine."
"Yes! Please! Want your cum. Want to be full of you. Want to feel it dripping out of me tomorrow."
"Greedy little cumslut," Ilya groaned, his pace getting erratic. "Already filled you up once and you still want more."
"Always want more from you," Shane whimpered. "Can never get enough. Never enough of your cock. Never enough of your cum. Never enough of you."
"Fuck, Shane." Ilya's hips were jerking now, rhythm breaking. "Keep talking like that and you're gonna make me-"
"Cum in me," Shane begged. "Please cum in me. Fill me up.”
"Already yours," Ilya gasped. "Always been yours."
The angle, the desperation in Ilya's voice, the feeling of being so thoroughly owned, it pushed Shane over the edge. His cock pulsed between them, untouched, spilling over his stomach.
"Fuck!" Ilya buried himself deep, his whole body going rigid as he came. "Shane, fuck, baby-"
Shane's ass clenched around Ilya's pulsing cock, milking every drop. "Yes, fill me up. Give it all to me."
Ilya collapsed forward, catching himself on his elbows so he didn't crush Shane. They were both panting, trembling, overwhelmed.
"Still need you," Shane whispered, wrapping his arms and legs around Ilya. “Stay here.”
"I know, baby. I know." Ilya kissed him softly. "I'm right here. Not going anywhere."
They stayed locked together for long minutes, just breathing, just being.
"That was..." Shane started but couldn't finish.
"Yeah," Ilya agreed. He carefully pulled out, groaning at the loss. He immediately gathered Shane close, holding him tight.
"Jesus." Shane mumbled.
"Yeah." Ilya chuckled. Shane tried to wrap his legs around Ilya's waist again. Ilya arched a brow. "Baby, you need to let me clean you up."
"Don't wanna move. Still need you."
"So fucking clingy." But Ilya's voice was nothing short of thrilled. "Love it. Love how needy you are for me."
"Can't help it." Shane's voice was small.
"I know you can't, baby. That's why I love it." Ilya kissed him again. "But I'm going to crush you, and you're covered in cum, so you gotta let me up."
Shane sighed dramatically but let his legs drop. Ilya sat up, and Shane watched his eyes darken as he stared between Shane's thighs.
"What is your obsession?" Shane laughed, blushing.
"You fucking kidding?" Ilya scoffed. "Seeing my cum dripping out of your gorgeous well-fucked ass? Seeing you so full you can't keep it all in? Knowing I put it there? That's the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen. Love seeing my cum leak out of you. Love knowing you're gonna feel it tomorrow."
Shane's blush deepened. "Stop looking at me like that or I'm going to need you again."
"Baby, you always need me. And I fucking love it." Ilya held out his hands and Shane took them. He pulled Shane up slowly.
"Oh fuck." Shane groaned as he felt Ilya's cum start to leak out.
"There it is," Ilya said with satisfaction. "Told you I'd fill you up good. Gonna be dripping all night."
"Ilya," Shane whined, embarrassed but also wanting to fuck him through the headboard.
"Go clean up before I fuck that sweet hole again and add even more to the mess."
"That is not great motivation to leave this room."
Ilya smirked, leaning down to kiss Shane. "Love you so fucking much."
"Love you too." Shane wrapped his arms around Ilya. "We good? You were actually jealous tonight."
"I was." Ilya's eyes were serious. "Hate seeing anybody think they have a shot with you. Hate somebody standing too close to you. Hate thinking about anyone touching what's mine."
Shane laughed softly. "You withholding kissing was cruel."
"Had to make a point." Ilya kissed him. "It was so fucking hard though." He laughed. “So hard not to kiss that pretty mouth, those lips I love so fucking much. Wanted to break that fucker’s arms and make him watch me kiss you while you remembered who you belong to."
"I know who I belong to."
"Yeah? Say it."
"You," Shane whispered. "I belong to you, Ilya."
Ilya picked him up, wrapping Shane’s legs around his waist before laying him back down on the bed. “Not ready to leave this yet.”
“Our cum soaked bed?” Shane teased, leaning up to press a kiss to Ilya’s forehead
Ilya made a soft sound of agreement. Ilya shifted his weight off of Shane but kept him against his body. One arm wrapped around Shane's waist, holding him close. Ilya buried his face in Shane's neck, inhaling deeply. "You smell like me now," he murmured. "Sweat and cum and us."
"Good," Shane whispered.
"Yeah. Is good." Ilya pressed his nose to Shane's skin.
Shane drew shapes on Ilya’s back, feeling the sweat drying down on his skin. He traced a heart over his shoulder before saying, “Are you falling asleep?”
“Mm.” Ilya sounded.
“You don’t want to shower?”
“Can we stay like this?” Ilya asked, “Just a little longer? I’ve missed you so much and getting up and not having you here and…”
“We can stay.” Shane interrupted, even though his anxiety was starting to raise its head at all the sensory things surrounding his body. “Hold me.”