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Zane had arrived early for practice and headed towards the Ottawa Centaurs changing room.
As he approached he heard some interesting sounds coming from within.
He stopped outside.
He could hear Shane inside. And let’s just say, he sounded like he was enjoying himself.
“Oh yes baby, right there”.
“Fuck, how are you so good at that!”
“Oh god baby”.
Zane chuckled to himself. He presumed the baby Shane was referring to was his husband Ilya.
It had been fine having a married couple on the team. Shane and Ilya kept things extremely professional.
But clearly today they thought they would be alone for a while and couldn’t help themselves.
Good for them, he thought, happy to wait until they were finished.
He was just about to walk away and leave them to it when Evan came up behind him.
“What are you doing?”, Evan asked him.
Just then Shane loudly exclaimed, “Fuck Ilya!”
Evan raised his brows.
They’re not…..are they?”
“I think they might be!” Zane said with a laugh in his voice.
“That is so inappropriate!”
Before Zane could stop him, Evan flung open the door.
Zane braced himself for what he would see.
Shane was sitting on a bench, fully clothed with one trouser leg pulled up to his knee.
Ilya was crouched before him massaging his foot.
“What’s going on?”, Evan demanded.
Shane looked up, startled at the sudden entrance.
“Oh hi guys. My foot was cramping this morning and I know we have the medicinal massage oil here so we arrived early and Ilya said he would give me a massage”.
“Oh”, Evan looked embarrassed, “we heard some sounds and we didn’t know….”
Shane blushed, remembering the words he had been saying.
“You thought we were…..in here?!”
Evan nodded, chuckling at the misunderstanding now.
But Shane did not find it funny.
“We totally wouldn’t do that! That’s completely unprofessional”.
“I know! I’m sorry for assuming”.
Ilya had been silent up to now.
“We prefer the showers after practice or a game, when everyone’s gone and we’re both sweaty and exhilarated!”
“Ilya!”, Shane knew Ilya was joking but his delivery meant people always believed him.
Looking at Zane and Evan’s faces he could tell they weren’t sure what to believe.
“He’s kidding! We have never had sex here. I promise. We wouldn’t do that”, Shane reassured them.
Ilya winked, not helping the situation.
“I have to go”, Zane scurried away, Evan behind him, the sound of Ilya’s laughter ringing in their ears.
“Ilya!”, Shane scolded.
“What?!”, Ilya asked innocently.
“You’re a brat”, Shane said, but his tone was loving and he allowed himself be pulled into a quick kiss.