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Ilya sat on a bench in the Centaurs’ locker room after a home game, watching Luca Haas shakily repack his bag out of the corner of his eye while he got dressed after his own shower. The youngest Centaurs’ member had a rough game, playing sloppy and unlike himself.
Shane came out of the showers with a towel wrapped around his waist, going to his cubby next to Ilya’s. He pulled out his clothes, glancing at his husband. “You okay?”
“Yes, I am okay,” Ilya responded, smiling softly at his husband. “I do not think our rookie is,” he tacked on, quieter.
Shane nodded, drying off and starting to pull on his clothes. “Yeah, I think everyone noticed that.”
“I think he needs to drop.”
Shane glanced over at Luca, who had finished packing and slung his bag over his shoulder, making a beeline for the door. “Are you going to handle it?”
“Does the idea upset you?”
Shane shook his head. “No. I think you’re right. He could probably use it.”
“Do you need Papa time tonight?” Ilya asked, standing up so he could look into Shane’s eyes. “You are my priority.”
Shane smiled appreciatively. “I’m okay for tonight. If that changes, I’ll tell you. Promise.”
Ilya slid his hand around the back of Shane’s head, making him duck down so Ilya could press a kiss to the top of his head. “Thank you.”
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Luca paused the movie he was watching when he heard a knock on the door of his hotel room. It was probably a teammate offering booze to ease the sting of the terrible game he’d played. They’d still won, so it wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but Luca had been taken off the first line of players after doing terribly in the first period.
But alcohol was the last thing he needed. He’d played terribly because of it in the first place. He’d gone out for drinks with a few teammates, but he didn’t stop when they did. He continued past the other guys, who went back to their rooms for an appropriate amount of sleep at an appropriate time of night. He didn’t want to go back to his single room and be alone with himself.
Luca stood up and made his way to the door, not bothering with the peephole. He opened the door, feeling his stomach drop when he saw his captain standing there, a few bags looped around his wrists. Luca felt a blush creeping on the fair skin of his cheeks. He pushed his glasses up from where they’d slid down his nose.
“Um. Hi, Ilya.”
“Hello, Luca. Are you going to let me in?” Ilya asked after a moment, raising an eyebrow expectantly. Luca opened the door wider, stepping back so that Ilya could come in. Ilya walked in like he belonged, cool and confident and everything that Luca wanted to be but wasn’t.
Ilya set the bags on the foot of the bed, turning to look at the younger man. “You played like shit,” Ilya said plainly, crossing his arms over his chest. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m sorry. I’m fine. Just a bad night.”
“Last night was not a bad night, Bood told me you went out for drinks with him and others. But you were the last one at the bar downstairs.”
Luca knew he was flushed pink now, not meeting Ilya’s eyes. “Um. That’s true.”
“So you played like shit because of not enough sleep, or because you drank too much? Or both?”
Luca shifted his weight, uncomfortable under Ilya’s intense gaze. “Both.”
“Why did you drink so hard before a game?”
Luca shrugged a shoulder, still avoiding Ilya’s eyes.
“That is not an answer.”
Luca sat down on the corner of the bed heavily, staring at the ground. “Because… I drank because… I didn’t want to drop.”
Ilya cleared his throat, making Luca glance up. “No, that is unacceptable, Luca. No,” Ilya repeated, shaking his head.
“Like I have a choice!” Luca countered, popping up from the bed. “I don’t have a choice!” he continued, glaring at his captain. “I’m away from my family, I don’t have a-a partner to help me. I don’t have a choice but to avoid dropping.”
Ilya didn’t look surprised at the outburst, nodding a little. “Canada offers government centers for controlled drops. Is much better for littles here than a lot of places. There are many options for yo--”
“I don’t want a fucking stranger!”
Ilya’s head cocked to the side slightly, unamused. “Do not interrupt. Is rude. You have options besides a center. There are many caregivers on the team, all you had to do was say you needed help.”
“You have no idea how hard it is to ask for that!”
Ilya frowned. “You are done with yelling. Lower your voice. When I have needs, I ask. When Shane has needs, he asks. You have made it harder than it needs to be.”
“Great! I’m so glad you and Shane have a fucking system that works,” Luca said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “I can’t just walk up to someone and ask them to help me through a drop.”
“Next time, you come to me, and I will help you. I will help you myself, or I will find a teammate to help. Bood, Barrett, Hayes, there are options. You are our rookie. We will be there for you when you need us.”
Luca deflated, staring out the window past Ilya’s shoulder. “How does Shane do it?”
“He struggled when he was a rookie, too. You should talk to him about it; he will have advice. For tonight, I am helping you.” Ilya turned to the bed, pulling one of the bags open. “Did you know you can Uber a Build-A-Bear? Is great to know. Shane has his Zacharie but you never know when a new friend is needed.”
Ilya pulled out a stuffed lamb from the blue and white bag, setting it on the bed. Luca bit the inside of his lip, glancing at the lamb. It looked soft. And it was wearing a Centaurs’ jersey.
“Is yours, go on,” Ilya told the other man, encouraging. “You should keep her with you during travels, at least.”
Luca reached out and pinched the lamb’s ear between his fingers, rubbing the soft material between his fingertips. “Does Shane know you’re doing this?”
“Yes, Shane knows everything. He knows I am here, and he knows my plan.”
“Your plan?”
“Yes, my plan. You’re going to be punished for drinking to avoid a drop, then you’re going to let yourself drop, and I am going to help you through it.”
Luca looked up from the lamb at Ilya, frowning nervously. “Punished?”
Ilya nodded. “Time out in corner, then spanking. Then we will have a cuddle and watch TV.” He picked up the plastic sack that looked like it came from a convenience store. “There is Gatorade and candy for after. Scott Hunter taught Shane a trick with sour candy, to calm down. There is sour candy for you.”
Luca took an involuntary step back, making Ilya raise an eyebrow.
“I will chase, but I am fast and you will not like when I catch,” he warned.
“I won’t do it again, Ilya. You don’t have to s-spank me,” Luca protested.
“Is no big deal, I am good at it. First, the corner. You can take your new friend with you, even though new friend has not earned the corner.”
Luca didn’t move.
“I can spank, then corner, but I don’t think you would like to have red bottom on display, hmm?” Ilya nodded toward an empty corner of the hotel room expectantly. Luca shook his head, still not moving.
“No.”
Ilya stepped into his space, gently turning him toward the corner by his shoulders. He guided the rookie to the corner, nose to the wall. Luca’s face flamed as he let himself be moved, staring with wide eyes at the boring taupe of the painted wall.
“You will stay for five minutes,” Ilya said from behind him before he started moving around the room. Luca shifted his weight from foot to foot, wringing his hands together. He hated the corner.
Ilya set the convenience store goods on the nightstand, along with the lamb, before he sat on the edge of the bed, facing Luca to watch him while he squirmed through his five minutes of corner time silently.
Ilya pulled his phone out and sent Shane a quick message, splitting his attention between the text thread, the clock, and Luca in the corner.
Will you come to 506 when I text you later? He will need a lot of comfort.
Shane responded almost immediately. Of course. Just let me know when.
Ilya sent a heart back to his husband before he set his phone on the nightstand, checking the clock one more time. “You are done in corner, Luca.”
Luca turned around slowly, his face red. He stared at the ground, chewing at the inside of his mouth. Ilya grabbed the lamb and set it on the bed next to him, where he’d have Luca’s head once he pulled him over his lap. “I can’t spank you from over there.”
“You don’t have to do it,” Luca muttered, pushing his glasses up his nose nervously.
“Yes, I do. Come closer.”
Luca listened despite the urge to stay where he was, stepping closer until he stood between Ilya’s knees. “Take your glasses off, don’t want to break them. Then you will bend over,” Ilya told him, patting the thigh he wanted Luca to lie over.
Taking a deep breath, Luca removed his glasses and folded them, leaving them on the nightstand next to the candies. He looked down at Ilya’s thigh, shaking his head after a moment.
“No.” It was said softly, with another shake of Luca’s head. Like he couldn’t make himself do it.
Ilya sighed softly, wrapping a careful hand around one of Luca’s wrists. He tugged the younger man over his thigh, Luca’s upper body resting on the bed and his hips across Ilya’s thigh. Luca immediately wrapped his arms around the lamb, holding it to his chest.
Ilya hooked his fingers in the waistband of Luca’s sleep pants, pulling them down. The younger man wasn’t wearing underwear, so his ass was bare. Luca squirmed, making a noise of protest. He started to push his upper body up from the bed, but Ilya pressed a hand between his shoulder blades. “Stay.”
He pulled Luca’s pants down to his knees, using his other leg to trap Luca’s legs down. “Ilya, please,” Luca tried, the tips of his ears going red.
“You have been spanked before, yes?”
“Yes. You really don’t have to,” Luca said desperately, squeezing the lamb for comfort. Ilya adjusted his hold on Luca, wrapping an arm around his middle.
The first swat was loud in the quiet hotel room, pulling a sharp inhale from the younger man.
“Ilya, please,” Luca tried again, tense over his captain’s lap. He felt tears already stinging in his eyes as he pressed his face against the comforter. Ilya laid down another swat, over the first one. Then another, and another, before he moved onto the same spot on the other side. Luca jerked with each swat, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip to keep his noises in.
“You are not in trouble for playing bad game. You are in trouble for drinking to avoid dropping. You will not do this again, will you?” Ilya asked, leaving steady smacks over Luca’s pale ass.
“I won’t,” he agreed, voice tight. Ilya landed a swat to his upper thigh, pulling a sharp gasp from Luca. The first tear fell, to Luca’s mortification. He swiped at his face roughly. Ilya watched, smacking the same place. Luca let out a whine, his breathing hitching around the sound. Luca’s next inhale was a desperate attempt to regain composure.
That wouldn’t do.
Ilya set to work.
He covered all of Luca’s upturned ass in stinging swats, pinkening the fair skin rather quickly. Luca broke into sobs after a minute, crying into the soft comforter that covered the hotel bed. Ilya didn’t let up, tightening his arm around Luca’s middle as he focused his attention on Luca’s upper thighs.
“Sorry, ‘m sorry!” Luca gasped out, shuddering with his sobs. Ilya nodded to himself, pausing for a second to let Luca catch his breath.
“What are you going to do next time you need to drop?”
“T-tell you!”
Ilya laid down a few rapid swats at the crease of Luca’s ass and thigh, alternating sides. “Yes. You will. You will not like consequences if you do not. Understand?”
“Yes! I’m sorry!”
Ilya finished off with a few searing swats at Luca’s upper thighs, releasing his hold around Luca’s middle. Luca didn’t move, sobbing loudly over Ilya’s lap. Ilya reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his phone, sending Shane a quick text that they were ready for him. He carefully pulled Luca’s sleep pants up, the younger man jerking and crying out when the waistband scraped over his punished skin.
“Shh,” Ilya soothed, rubbing Luca’s lower back. “All done, is okay. You’re forgiven, Luca. You can get up when you’re ready.”
Luca only responded with soft sobs, his face hidden in the comforter. Ilya kept rubbing his lower back until he was ready to stand up on wobbly knees. Ilya pulled the blanket down and guided him to lie down on the bed on his stomach, resting his head on a pillow. Ilya tucked him in lightly, grabbing the lamb and placing it in Luca’s eyeline.
There was a soft knock on the door, which stressed Luca out, his sobs louder again. “Shh, is just Shane. Be right back,” Ilya promised, going to the door. He opened it and let his husband into the room, hugging Shane.
“I do not know what to do here,” Ilya whispered. “He is not my baby. I only know how to comfort my baby.”
Shane chuckled softly, patting Ilya's back. “Same as me, just don’t kiss him on the mouth,” Shane teased in a whisper. Ilya released him from the hug, stepping back into the bedroom part of the hotel room. Luca was still under the covers on his stomach, body shaking with sobs.
Shane stepped past Ilya, sitting on the bed next to Luca. “Hey, Luca,” Shane greeted softly. Luca turned to look at Shane, eyes red-rimmed and teary. Shane cooed softly, reaching out to brush his fingers through his blond hair. “His hand hurts pretty bad, huh? I know it, too.”
Luca nodded, sniffling. The sobs had died down to shuddery breaths, Luca’s body shivering under the blanket. Shane rubbed his hand along Luca’s back over the blanket, humming softly. “You have drinks and candy when you’re ready. Did Ilya bring that for you?”
Luca nodded again, swallowing hard before he spoke. “Yes, and-- and lamb.”
“How nice,” Shane said gently, smiling a little. Ilya sat on the bed on the other side of Luca, opening one of the drinks and then the sour gummy worms. Luca slowly evened out enough to sit up between the two men, wincing when his ass pressed against the bed.
Ilya set the lamb on Luca’s lap before he offered one of the Gatorades, Luca draining half in one go, suddenly thirsty. Ilya took the bottle back once Luca was done, offering the candy next. Luca took the sour gummy, taking a small bite.
“The sour candy trick works,” Shane swore with a nod. “Just have a few and you’ll feel better. Did you name the lamb?”
Luca ate the rest of the gummy, taking the next one from Ilya without prompting. He shook his head. “No name.”
“Let’s come up with one,” Shane suggested. Luca took another piece of candy, thinking about names while he chewed.
“Lina.”
Shane nodded. “I like Lina.”
“Is good name,” Ilya agreed, popping one of the candies in his own mouth.
Luca felt better already, between the candy and the new stuffed friend, and both Ilya Rozanov and Shane Hollander were giving him comfort after he’d fucked up. His eyes drooped a little, feeling warm and safe between the other two men.
“Lie down,” Ilya instructed, watching Luca melt back down to the mattress from his sitting position, settling on his stomach again. Shane laid down too, staying on top of the blanket. Ilya did the same, turning off the lamp on the nightstand. “We will stay until you fall asleep, okay?”
Luca nodded, pulling Lina tight to his chest. He was tucked in tightly with Shane and Ilya on top of the blanket like they were, in a comforting cocoon. It was easy to relax and drift off, face buried in the soft material of Lina’s head.
Ilya rested his hand on Luca’s back while he fell asleep, heavy and comforting between his shoulder blades. Shane smiled at his husband. “You’re good at this,” he whispered. Ilya shrugged a little.
“I am better with you.”
“We’ll stay for a little longer and then we can go back to our room. He’s out. How hard did you spank him?”
“Not that hard,” Ilya said softly, looking down at their rookie. “He just dropped hard. We figured it out.”
Shane nodded. “I get it.”
They sat in comfortable silence for a few more minutes. Luca didn’t move, passed out. They slid off the bed at the same time and met at the door, heading back to their room.
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Luca met the team for breakfast in the hotel lobby, looking much more relaxed than he had in a while. Shane and Ilya joined the team’s table, both sending smiles to their rookie.
Luca was going to be just fine.