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The crisp fall air breezed through the partially opened window as Shane took a beat to admire the shades of pink that the sunset had washed over the sky. His legs still had that distinct post-practice burn as he rested his elbows over the kitchen island, finishing off the last of his dinner.
He felt his stomach flutter a bit as he looked at the other end of the island, remembering the day before when Ilya had hauled him up and carried him like he wasn't a fully grown hockey player. Everything Ilya did was so effortlessly and frustratingly hot. He felt addicted to it.
He hadn't been able to stop stealing glances at Ilya during practice today. Those long legs working across the ice, his teasing smile when he chirped their teammates, the blaze in his eyes before he took a shot. Even if he wanted to look away, he couldn't.
And he noticed Ilya had been watching him, too. At one point, Shane turned toward the bench to see Ilya resting his elbows on the boards, helmet and gloves off. When their eyes met, Ilya raised his pinky finger where his tattoo was visible, and winked. Shane felt like the ice was going to melt beneath his skates.
As he started to clean up his dishes, his phone buzzed in his pocket.
ilya: come down and watch game with me? 😁
Shane couldn't help but smile dopily at his screen.
We have an early flight tomorrow.
ilya: so? is not that late. i miss you 😔
His smile widened.
We were just together at practice for hours, Ilya.
ilya: is not enough. never enough
ilya: your face is too pretty
ilya: your ass is too fat
ilya: i am greedy man, Shane
Omg. You're a depraved man is what you are.
ilya: i google this word. i disagree. i think i am DEPRIVED man. not depraved.
Oh yeah? Deprived of what?
ilya: that ass 😔
Jesus Christ. You're depraved AND deranged.
ilya: get down here or i start posting about your ass on twitter
Do you even have a Twitter?
ilya: i will make one
🙄🙄
Shane shook his head with a laugh as he finished cleaning up. Unfortunately, he loved this man to death. He felt his phone buzz again, only instead of a text, it was a Twitter notification. He furrowed his brows as he opened it.
@81rozanov
hi @shanehollanderoffical 🙂
He immediately opened the text thread back up.
Ilya, you better not.
Ilya
ILYA
He quickly pulled on a sweatshirt, not even bothering to change out of his running shorts as he made quick work of getting to Ilya's door. He knocked hard, then crossed his arms.
Ilya opened the door with a big grin on his face, holding a spoon in one hand and a pint of mint cookie ice cream in the other. “Oh. Did not expect company.”
“You're a fucking menace.” Shane pushed him out of the way to get inside and kick his shoes off. “I'm gonna take your phone away.”
Ilya pouted, then shoved a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth. He pulled the spoon from his mouth slowly, and Shane tried not to stare at the way the motion made the muscles in his shoulder move where they were bared from his too tight tank top. “Want a bite?”
“No. You eat so much sugar, I don't understand how you have that body.” Shane shook his head.
“What do you mean?” Ilya cocked his head with a lazy smirk. “Are you complimenting my body, Hollander?”
Shane felt his cheeks go pink. “Fuck off. You know exactly what you look like.”
Ilya hummed, eating one last spoonful before slowly approaching Shane. Stupidly, Shane felt his heart start to hammer against his ribcage.
“So. You do not want me to tweet about your ass?”
“No, Ilya.” Shane crossed his arms, watching as Ilya's gaze slowly raked over him.
“Fine.” He casually pulled his phone from his pocket, unlocking it. “I will tweet about your thighs.” He grinned wickedly as he started to type.
“What? Don't-” Shane lurched forward, only able to grab a handful of Ilya's shirt as he darted away. “Ilya!” Shane half laughed and half whined, chasing him through the living room.
He finally cornered him in front of the couch, the both of them roughhousing as Ilya kept the phone just out of Shane's reach. They were both laughing through their grunts as Shane finally pushed Ilya down onto the couch, climbing into his lap as Ilya held the phone high over his head.
“What? World cannot know I love your thighs, solnyshko?” He grinned.
“Ilya, stop.” Shane whined with a smile, now straddling Ilya's thighs as he reached for the phone, his other hand wrapped around Ilya's bicep.
Ilya tossed the phone to the other side of the couch, holding Shane in place by the hips. “There. Now neither of us can have.”
Shane settled down into Ilya's lap with an exhale, shaking his head as he smiled. Their faces were close like this, and the color of Ilya's eyes up close in this light was mesmerizing. They seemed like a million different shades of blue and green, sparkling and bright.
Shane swallowed, dropping his gaze slightly to where his hand was still wrapped around Ilya's bicep. He hesitated only for a moment before he allowed his thumb to slowly run the length of the vein that ran down the curve of the muscle. He felt Ilya's skin prickle under the touch.
As his thumb worked down the skin, Shane slowly raised his gaze back up to Ilya, who was gazing intently back at him, his lips slightly parted. He felt Ilya's large hand move from his hip to the side of his bare thigh, fingers grazing.
Shane's heart beat wildly, and he could tell now that they were both breathing a bit harder. He squeezed at Ilya's bicep, breath hitching at the feeling of it. Ilya let out a small breath, fingertips dragging down the side of Shane's thigh. He couldn't run anymore. Couldn't hide. This is what he wanted. He needed to let go.
They both seemed to lean in at the same time, their lips pressing together in a firm but impossibly tender kiss. Shane's heartbeat thundered in his ears. They pulled apart, but only slightly, their lips still brushing as they breathed. He felt like he had taken a shot of vodka ten times over the way his whole body buzzed and flooded with warmth.
Shane moved a hand to lightly grip the curls at the nape of Ilya's neck, pulling back a bit more now to look into Ilya's eyes. Ilya dragged a knuckle across the top of Shane's cheek before leaning in to slot their lips together again.
Shane's eyes fluttered shut. He felt the tip of Ilya's tongue tease at the seam of his lips, and he immediately dropped his mouth open as Ilya's hand came to cradle his jaw.
Ilya licked into his mouth languidly, and the feeling made Shane shiver. He lightly tugged at Ilya's curls, his entire body feeling like it had ignited. Shane lapped his tongue over Ilya's, pressing their mouths together a bit harder.
He suddenly felt like he couldn't get close enough. His fingers threaded in Ilya's hair, his skin hot and flushed beneath Ilya's hand as it roamed from his jaw to the back of his neck. The kiss was slow and deep and made a fire burn low in Shane's belly.
When they eventually broke apart, their breathing had gone ragged. Shane looked down at Ilya's spit slick and plump lips, brushing their noses together. “Fuck, Ilya.” He said quietly, bringing a hand to grip Ilya's chest.
Ilya looked deeply into his eyes in a way that made Shane's heart stutter. He dragged a thumb across Shane's bottom lip before bringing his lips to Shane's ear.
“Ya tebya lyublyu.” He said in a feather light whisper. Shane closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He didn't know what it meant, but Ilya had whispered it like a prayer, and it made Shane melt. He laughed softly at the way Ilya's lips and breath tickled at his skin.
Shane felt a bit drunk. He had just made out with his best friend. And it felt like nothing he'd ever experienced before. All this time he spent thinking he was broken; that things like this weren't meant for him. It all evaporated the moment his lips touched Ilya's. It almost felt too good, in a way that was making him feel insatiable.
Ilya laughed, too, pressing a kiss to Shane's ear. “You make me crazy, you know this?” He traced a finger across Shane's jaw. “You are so beautiful.”
Ilya leaned back to take Shane's face in his hands, eyes studying him. Shane knew he was flushed over his whole body at this point. “This is…” Shane started quietly, unable to stop himself from smiling. “Fuck. I don't know. I don't …I've never…” He trailed off, letting out a small, nervous laugh.
Ilya only smiled at him. “You are very cute.”
“Fuck off.” He hid his face in Ilya's neck.
Ilya wrapped his arms around him. “Your thinking is very loud.”
“That doesn't even make sense.” He mumbled.
“Talk to me, solnyshko. Is only me.” Ilya rubbed up and down his back slowly.
“You just…you make me feel…a lot of things.” Shane took a deep breath.
“You make me feel a lot of things, too.” Ilya pushed his hand up the back of Shane's sweatshirt, his palm warm on Shane's skin.
Ilya pulled back to look at him again, and a new wave of desire hit Shane like a brick wall the moment he looked at Ilya's face. He needily pressed their mouths together, squirming in Ilya's lap as he grasped at him in desperation.
Every nerve in his body was humming. When they pulled apart again, Shane was practically panting against Ilya's mouth. Ilya lightly nipped at Shane's bottom lip.
Shane swallowed, trying to work up the courage to say what he felt. “I…I want you so bad. I need you.”
Ilya made a small sound that resembled a moan before he moved, putting a hand to Shane's chest and pushing him gently to lay back on the couch. Shane went very willingly, eyes fixed on Ilya, who crawled on top of him. Ilya pressed their hips together, and Shane felt himself gasp softly at the feeling of Ilya's hardness against his own.
Ilya brushed his lips to Shane's. “Is this okay?” He asked gently, and Shane could only nod breathlessly.
Ilya kissed at Shane's bottom lip as his hips slowly rolled against Shane's.
Even his own embarrassment wasn't enough to hold it in anymore. Shane was feeling himself unravel in real time. He pushed back up against Ilya, opening his mouth to him with a moan as Ilya pushed his tongue inside. They kissed for what could have been minutes or years before they pulled apart again, breathless, the heat building between their bodies.
“Fuck, Shane.” Ilya groaned against Shane's neck.
Shane pulled at the hem of Ilya's shirt. Ilya sat up, pulling it off as Shane did the same with his own sweatshirt.
Shane gaped at him, a hand lifting to run down Ilya's stomach. Ilya palmed at Shane through his shorts, which made Shane buck his hips up in response.
He was painfully hard, everything in his body screaming for more. “Ilya.” He breathed out. “Please.”
Ilya felt like a man starved. Shane was beneath him, squirming and flushed and breathing out his name like a plea.
He stood, pulling at Shane until he was standing as well. He then hauled Shane up from under his thighs, smiling when Shane immediately wrapped around him and pressed their mouths together.
Ilya carried him to the bedroom, laying him back on the bed. Shane stared up at him with pupils blown wide and lips glistening wet. “You are so perfect.” Ilya said, stroking his jaw. Shane's eyes fluttered shut.
Ilya leaned down and pressed a kiss to Shane's hip bone, then just below his belly button, his lips savoring the feeling of smooth, warm skin.
He moved down between Shane's legs to mouth at him through his shorts, the fabric darkening beneath him. He looked up again as he hooked his fingers beneath the waistband. “Is okay?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes. Please.” Shane breathed.
Ilya pulled Shane's shorts and underwear down in one swift motion. Shane groaned, seemingly in relief from being set free.
Ilya felt saliva pooling in his mouth. Shane was already leaking, the clear liquid spilling onto his belly. “Fuck, Shane. You are so fucking perfect.”
Ilya leaned down, licking a stripe up the length slowly before swallowing him whole. Shane's hands immediately found Ilya's hair, tugging as he squirmed and bucked beneath him.
“Fuck, Ilya, oh my god.” Shane moaned, and Ilya moaned at the sound of it, unable to stop himself from rutting against the mattress a few times.
Ilya moved off of him momentarily, letting a mouthful of his saliva drip down over Shane before he took him in his mouth again. Shane bucked his hips up, tugging at Ilya's hair. Ilya hummed in satisfaction. He felt like he could come just from listening to Shane like this.
Just as the thought crossed his mind, Shane began to tighten up under him. “Jesus. Fuck, Ilya, I'm-” and he tried to pull Ilya off, but Ilya only worked his mouth faster, digging his fingers into Shane's hips when he felt him spill into his mouth with a loud groan.
Shane was panting when Ilya crawled back over him, leaning down to kiss him. He almost gasped in surprise when Shane immediately shoved his tongue desperately into Ilya's mouth, where he knew Shane would taste himself. Fuck.
Ilya was so hard he felt like he had a bruise between his legs. Shane looked so beautiful like this; blushing and unguarded, completely undone.
Shane lurched up, pushing Ilya back. Ilya stared up at him, feeling his breath hitch at the hunger in Shane's eyes.
Shane leaned down and pressed his mouth against Ilya's pec, sucking and biting at it in a way that made Ilya gasp. He cursed in Russian, his hand threading in Shane's hair.
Before long, Shane was leaving open mouthed kisses all the way down Ilya's torso, panting in between. Shane pulled Ilya's joggers down, and honest to god moaned.
Holy fuck.
Shane stared down at him hungrily before giving him little kitten licks at tip. Ilya carded a hand through Shane's hair before Shane took him in his mouth properly.
Shane worked at him messily, drool sliding out of his mouth as he moved up and down. Shane was moaning against him, and Ilya felt like he was having some sort of religious experience. Shane was so determined, and clearly very turned on, and Ilya was already at the brink way quicker than he'd ever gotten there.
“Fuck, solnyshko. You're so good. Such a good boy.” He said through panting. He heard Shane practically squeak.
He let out a string of curses in Russian. “God. Shane, I'm-” and to his surprise, Shane gripped hard at Ilya's hips and took him even deeper. Ilya tossed his head back as he came into Shane's pretty mouth, biting down on his lip with a stuttering groan.
He sat up a bit, his mouth falling open slightly when he saw that Shane was completely hard again, his mouth slack and wet.
“Come here, solnyshko.”
Shane laid down at his side, turning into him. Ilya slotted his thigh between Shane's legs, kissing him deeply. Shane moaned weakly into his mouth as he began to roll his hips, rutting against him.
“Good boy. Go on.” Ilya said against his mouth. God, Shane was going to be the death of him. He was letting out needy whines that Ilya wanted to lock away in his memory forever. Shane was so gone and so perfect and Ilya knew he was forever ruined for anyone else.
It wasn't long before he felt Shane pulse against his thigh, the hot liquid spilling between them.
Shane buried his face deeply into Ilya's neck, panting and trembling slightly “Fuck.”
“Mm. Yes. I agree.” Ilya pinched Shane's ass, making him yelp. “God. Shane, you are so fucking hot.”
He put a hand in Shane's hair to pull his head back and kiss him deeply. “Fucking perfect.” He murmured into Shane's mouth. “Was okay?”
“Fuck. It was way more than okay.” Shane laughed. “I just came twice in like 10 minutes. I didn't even know I could do that.”
And of course, he adorably blushed about it.
“Mm.” Ilya hummed happily. “Now I can tweet about how good that pretty mouth is.”
“Fuck. Off.” Shane pinched his arm. Ilya grinned at him, then pinched his cheek.
“I will never fuck off. You are stuck with me.”
Shane sighed, content, dropping his head back onto Ilya's chest. Ilya held him tight, pressing his nose into Shane's hair.
He wanted this forever. He would give up every single fucking thing he ever had if it meant he could have Shane. He felt his heart swell when Shane nuzzled his cheek into him.
Mine, he wanted to say. I am yours. All yours. Please be mine.
Instead, he whispered his confession again. “Ya tebya lyublyu.”