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Shane stood on the opposite side of the skating rink with the rest of the Montereal Voyageurs, prepping as they watched the stadium buzz in action, the Boston Bears on the other side. Just being in the same place as Ilya already had his heart hammering, anticipation for their antics after the game floating around in his head. They had just finished skating a few laps and Shane was busy drinking water and looking at the Bears when he caught Ilya’s eyes.
Ilya, unlike Shane, was currently on all fours on the ice, knees moving up and down in circles as he warmed up. It shouldn’t be anything out of the ordinary, this was how they all did it, yet he couldn’t stop staring. This wasn’t the same as when JJ or anyone else did it in front of him, this was Ilya basically humping the ground and holding eye contact with him.
Shane was taken back to the one time they hooked up at a fancy hotel in New York. The room was much bigger than what one person could have needed, and Shane almost died in mortification when he realized there was a full body mirror diagonal to the bed. Ilya knew too. He had flipped them around that night so their heads were on the food of the bed, eyesight lined up with the mirror. Various times throughout their escapades, Ilya would grip Shane’s head up from where he had bred drooling on the comforter to look at their reflection.
“Look up, Hollander.” He whispered breathlessly in his ear. “Look good taking my cock.” Shane’s eyes had rolled back in his head at the filthy and vulgar words being processed by his brain.
And now, that’s all Shane could think about. It’s like he was in an out of body experience, watching Ilya from a third point of view, imagining himself sprawled on the ice, almost suffocating with the intensity of desire.
Ilya smirked and winked back at Shane, moving up to rest on his thick thighs, changing the position to the next warm up. As soon as it had started, it had vanished. The stretch couldn’t have lasted more than two minutes, yet it had felt like an eternity.
Miitka smacked Shane on the back, a smile plastered on his face. “Nervous there?”
“What?!” Shane exclaimed in panic. “No!”
'Mitty' laughed and looked at him with worried eyes. “Hey it’s okay! Don’t let Rozanov get in your head.”
“He’s not- I’m fine.” Shane stated, anxiety flooding his senses. Was he being too obvious? Could people notice the blush creeping up his cheeks?
“Okay.” He spoke, looking unsure of Shane’s answer.
Shane tried to shake it off, tried to go back to his professional self. He needed to be the professional hockey player, not the twenty-three year old that definitely wasn’t in love with his rival. He couldn’t be a sex-crazed guy who could only think about sex. He had responsibilities, a reputation to uphold, a game to win. For the rest of the warm up, Shane forced himself to not look Ilya’s way.
When the face off came, Shane tried his hardest to not utter a word. Ilya smelled like sweat and his cologne, and it took everything in Shane to not moan.
“Feeling flustered, Hollander?”
“Fuck you.”
“Da,” Ilya winked, distracting Shane long enough to win the face off.
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Shane knocked on Ilya’s door, looking around the hallway every two seconds, fearing someone might walk by. The door opened and Ilya opened it in nothing but his boxers.
“Hello, Hollander.”
“Open the fucking door properly and let me in before someone catches us.” Shane hissed, half wanting to punch Ilya’s face in.
Ilya closed the door and undid the chain, pulling in Shane by his jacket in the two seconds the door opened up again. The second the door closed, Ilya took Shane by the lips, tongue slipping in, welcoming the taste he’d been dreaming about for weeks.
“How long were you hard for?” Ilya asked between kisses, feeling a little deja vu.
“The entire fucking game, you ass.” Shane gasped when Ilya began sucking under his jaw. He slapped his shoulder, urging him to not leave a visible mark there.
Ilya pulled back and made a frowny face, cackling shortly after. “Did I distract you? Was game hard?”
“Fu-fuck you.” Shane whispered, not being able to think properly with Ilya’s hand down his pants.
“Get on bed.” Ilya whispered, pushing Shane slightly towards the bed.
Shane plopped down on the bed, slipping off his shoes and socks, watching as Ilya stood over him, his swanning frame watching over him. Ilya’s hand came to Shane’s jaw, thumb stroking his lips and pushing past them. Shane sucked with vigor, noticing the small “fuck” that came from Ilya.
“I was hard too.” Ilya began, taking his hand from Shane’s mouth and pulling up his shirt. “I saw you warming up, Hollander.” He leaned in and gently kissed Shane, pulling on his lip as he pulled back. “I saw you do the same exercise I did.” Another kiss, this time on the edge of Shane’s lips. “Saw how your hips moved,” another kiss on his adams apple. “All I could think about was you, moving like that on my cock.”
Shane gulped. He was split between wanting to be under Ilya or riding him into heaven. “Yeah?” Is all he could muster up.
Ilya nodded, pushing Shane against the comforter and leaning in, licking a fat stripe from his throat all the way down to where his pants were unbuttoned. He nuzzled his head against Shane’s erection, inhaling and moaning. Shane cursed at the sight. Ilya wasted no time pulling off Shane’s pants and underwear, gripping his strong thighs and pushing them up against his own shoulders, sucking into his mouth the head of his cock.
“Jesus Christ." Shane moaned.
Ilya kept sucking, hollowing his cheeks and going deeper each time until he had Shane completely in his mouth, the little hairs at the base of his dick flush against his nose. Shane was speechless, his hand tangled in Ilya’s curly hair, pulling taught on the curls. Ilya began bobbing his head to a rhythm, enjoying the way Shane slowly began to fall apart.
“I’m- fuck, I’m close.” Shane warned, not wanting to finish just yet. Ilya pulled off and kissed the tip of Shane’s dick, enjoying the way he vibrated in sensitivity. As Shane tried to catch his breath and come down from the close encounter with his impending orgasm, Ilya pushed his legs against his chest and dove to lick at his hole.
A small and high-pitched yelp came out of Shane’s mouth, he could practically feel Ilya smiling underneath him. Ilya spat against his hole, licking messily against it and prodding it open with the tip of his tongue. Shane moaned in pleasure, writhing on the bed as he got eaten out. Ilya pushed one finger in and enjoyed the way Shane clenched against it, but something was different. Shane was not as tight as usual.
“Why are you not tight?” Ilya asked, disappointment lingering in his tone, all the while still pumping the finger back and forth.
“I had to take the edge off a little bit.” Shane spoke, remembering how he had quickly fingered himself in his hotel room so he wasn’t walking around on the verge of exploding.
Ilya pouted at his response. “So selfish.” Ilya mumbled, leaning in to kiss Shane.
“Just fuck me already.” Shane whispered back.
Ilya flashed Shane his signature smirk and rolled to pull a condom out of the night stand. He rolled it on and huffed in pleasure, finally giving himself some attention.
As he plopped back down on the bed again, he tsked. “I won game, you ride me tonight.”
Shane, who was still laying on his back, didn’t even have it in him to argue about it. He got to his knees and crawled on Ilya, hovering over his dick. Ilya looked at him with such intensity, it was hard not to get lost in his eyes. Shane braced himself against Ilya’s chest and aligned himself up before slowly sinking down on his dick.
Ilya’s hand shot up to hold his hips, fingers digging in harshly. They both moaned in unison. “Ugh, Hollander” Ilya groaned, watching how Shane’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he sat flush against Ilya’s hips. He felt so incredibly full, like Ilya was deeper inside him than usual.
He began circling his hips, letting Ilya’s dick pulling out a few centimeters before he sank back down. It felt foreign, being this in-demand of his pleasure, having the reigns on the situation. After a few minutes, Shane’s body began demanding more, and before he knew it, he was bouncing up and down, thighs burning in strain and sweat trickling down his back. All the while, Ilya laid perfectly still underneath him, hands still griping at Shane’s hips and enjoying the show.
“A-Are you going,” He paused, shivering at the intensity of the pleasure coursing through his body. “Are you going to do anything?” He asked with indignation.
“But you look pretty doing all the work.” Ilya answered, beginning to create circles with his thumbs. The touch against his hips felt like a scorching fire.
“Please,” Shane begged, mentally cursing himself for being so weak and quick to give in.
Ilya was a strong man in every sense of the word, but he knew that his one weakness was to see Shane Hollander begging. It suited him too well. His voice low and squeaky, his eyes slightly watering. It was too much and not enough for Ilya. Which is why he almost came apart at Shane’s words. Instead, he grabbed him by the jaw and pulled him in for a filthy kiss, tongues slipping out of their mouths and teeth clashing every so often. Shane’s grip on the pillow behind Ilya slipped and he fell on Ilya’s sweaty chest. The change in angle made him moan out loud.
Ilya had to do something. He parted his legs and pushed them up at the knees as he began thrusting back. Shane fell apart into a mess of moans and whines, eyes closed as he struggled to stay in this realm of existence. “So pretty for me, Hollander.” Ilya commented. “Going all limp and cock-drunk on me.”
Shane vibrated and shivered in desire, the new angle providing Ilya a direct path to his prostate. With each thrust, Shane was pushed closer to the edge. He clawed at Ilya’s arms, trying to hold himself up. All he could do was lie on Ilya’s chest as Ilya fucked into him at an unrelenting pace.
“Gonna cum,” Shane warned, drooling over Ilya, hole clenching against his dick. Ilya began squeezing his ass, kneading the soft skin. He was close too, and deep inside of him, he wished he could come in Shane without the condom, being allowed to watch after how his spend trickled out of his abused hole.
Shane’s entire body clenched and shivered as his orgasm ran through him. His moans were cut as he laid in silence, mouth agape in pleasure. Ilya began thrusting faster, chasing his own release and using Shane’s body for it. Had it not been that he came two seconds ago, just the thought of Ilya using him like that would have had him going again.
“Uhhhh, God!” Ilya moaned, pulling Shane in for a kiss.
The minutes passed and they stayed wrapped around each other. Shane’s legs felt like jelly and his mind was still foggy after his orgasm. Ilya was still buried inside Shane, his cock softening with each second.
“Thank god for those warm ups.” Ilya joked, slapping Shane lightly on the ass.
Shane laughed in return.