Bonus Story #4
Ilya broke the kiss and pulled back a bit, smiling as Shane eagerly chased his mouth, leaning too far forward and nearly falling off the countertop.
Ilya steadied him with one hand, but Shane wrapped his legs tight around Ilya’s waist and yanked him back toward him, gripping the back of Ilya’s head and locking their mouths together.
Ilya responded by lifting Shane off the counter, placing his hands firmly under his ass.
He spun them until Shane’s back was pressed against the wall by the door, then kept kissing him.
Shane writhed against the wall as Ilya kissed his way down his neck. “Bedroom,” Shane gasped. “I need you in me.”
Ilya grinned against his neck. He loved it when Shane asked for what he wanted. “I can fuck you right here, moy vozlyublenniy.”
“No. Fuck, maybe,” Shane panted. “What does that one mean?”
“My horny animal,” Ilya lied.
“Eat shit.” Shane unwrapped his legs and lowered himself to the floor. “Bedroom. Come on.”
He pushed past Ilya, darting toward the stairs. Ilya caught up with him on the landing, halfway up. He grabbed his arm and spun him, pinning him against the wall with hands on Shane’s biceps. Ilya’s lips hovered a breath away from Shane’s.
“Whatever happens, I’m...” Ilya huffed in frustration, English escaping him again.
“What?” Shane’s eyes were wide.
Ilya loosened his grip on his arms, sliding his hands down to grasp Shane’s hands instead. “I will tell the whole world right now, if it is what you want.”
Shane’s brow pinched. “You would?”
“Yes.”
Shane squeezed Ilya’s hands. “I’m scared,” he admitted. “I want to just...be with you. But I also don’t want to deal with everything that we would have to deal with. And I don’t want to lose you.”
“You won’t lose me.”
“What if no one will sign us? What if you get deported?”
“Then I will fake my own death. We will move to a cabin in the mountains.”
Shane shook his head. “I’m being serious.”
“I am serious. If we hide forever, or tell the world right now, I am with you. I will quit hockey, or fight to stay. Whatever you want.”
“It shouldn’t be only my decision.”
Ilya sighed. “I mean... I am yours, yes? To protect that, I will do anything.”
Shane’s eyes went gooey. “You’re mine. Yes.”
“Then...” Ilya brushed Shane’s bangs aside. “Let me show you.”
When they got to the bedroom, they stayed standing at the foot of the bed, kissing for long minutes.
Eventually, Ilya began to slowly undress Shane.
He carefully removed each item of clothing, covering the newly exposed skin with soft kisses and gentle bites while Shane shivered.
In the morning, Ilya would be gone, and they wouldn’t see each other again for weeks, but he would make damn sure Shane wouldn’t doubt Ilya’s devotion while they were apart.
He would spend the rest of this night worshipping him. Ilya could sleep on the fucking plane.
“Yours,” Ilya said again as he sank to his knees.
He peppered light kisses around Shane’s belly button and over the ridges of his abs.
He flicked his gaze up to catch Shane’s and found desire burning bright in his eyes.
He was gorgeous, backlit by the soft light of the bedside lamp.
Shadows dipped into the hard lines of this chest and stomach, accentuating his muscle definition.
“Yours,” Shane whispered back.
Ilya nodded slowly, then slid Shane’s pants down to the floor.
Once the pants had been kicked into a corner of the room, Ilya pressed his mouth to the bulge in Shane’s underwear.
He breathed hot on Shane’s cock through the black fabric of his boxer briefs.
He traced the outline of Shane’s erection with his tongue, then dipped his head to mouth at his balls.
“Holy fuck that feels good,” Shane gasped. He curled his fingers into Ilya’s hair, gripping but not controlling. Ilya was still in charge. Ilya would convince Shane with his body that everything would be all right. They were good. They would always be good.
When Shane’s underwear was thoroughly damp and clinging to his erection, Ilya peeled them down and off, then reunited them with Shane’s pants in the corner.
Shane’s cock bobbed eagerly in front of Ilya’s face, but Ilya ignored it, returning his attention to his balls.
He loved Shane’s balls. They were naturally smooth and perfectly shaped.
He loved the feel of them in his mouth, the weight of them, heavy with Shane’s need for release.
“God, Ilya. One of these nights you’re gonna make me come just from this, I swear.”
Ilya waggled his eyebrows. “Could be tonight.”
Shane groaned, but he was smiling. “No way. I need you to fuck me tonight. Please.”
“Well...” Ilya ran his tongue up the length of Shane’s cock. “You did say please.”
“And could you take off your clothes? Pretty please?”
Ilya stood, then gave Shane a quick kiss before unbuttoning his own rumpled shirt just enough to pull it over his head. “On the bed,” he instructed. “And take your fucking socks off.”
In less than a minute, Shane was on his back, and Ilya was stretched over him, naked, and kissing him into the mattress.
There were a lot of reasons why it would be messed up if the world could see them right now, but if the world could see them right now, they’d have to get it, right?
They’d have to see that what he and Shane had together was real and good and unstoppable.
He knew it would be a shock to the hockey world when they finally held their planned press conference.
They would only be announcing that they had started a charity together and that they were friends, but even those basic facts were going to blow some minds.
He could kiss Shane at that press conference. Just pull him in and kiss him in front of the cameras and reporters. Then it would be done.
Ilya grabbed the lube from the nightstand drawer. He sat up, straddling Shane’s thighs, and drizzled the lube into his palm and over his fingers.
Ilya Rozanov and his boyfriend, Shane Hollander.
Ilya liked the sound of it. The idea of hockey commentators saying those words.
Ilya Rozanov and his husband, Shane Hollander.
Oooh. Better.
Hollander passes the puck to his sexy husband, Ilya Rozanov...
Okay. Maybe Ilya had gone a little heavy on the wine himself tonight.
Ilya took his time working Shane open, savoring every gasp and moan his gorgeous boyfriend gave him.
Shane opened for him beautifully, welcoming Ilya’s fingers inside.
Ilya was always overwhelmed by how easily Shane gave himself to him; how much he trusted Ilya to give him exactly what he needed.
Even when they had ostensibly been enemies, Shane had trusted Ilya not to hurt him.
“Please. Ilya.” Shane’s voice was stretched thin. Deciding that he had tortured Shane for long enough, Ilya reached again for the nightstand drawer.
Shane stopped him with a hand on his wrist. “Not tonight.”
Ilya’s breath caught. They had gone without condoms a few times over the past year, but Shane was fussy about mess, and often preferred using protection.
“Are you sure?” Ilya asked.
Shane’s certainty was clear in his eyes, the same way it had been when he’d told Hayden that, yes, he did love Ilya so much. “I’m sure.”
Well, Ilya certainly wasn’t going to argue. He took his hand away from the drawer and placed it on Shane’s cheek. Shane gave him a heartbreakingly adorable grin, and then Ilya kissed the hell out of him.
Entering Shane felt perfect. It always felt perfect, but doing it like this, with nothing between them, was exhilarating. Ilya had never had sex without protection before Shane, and the thrill of it nearly did Ilya in immediately every time they tried it.
Shane’s face went slack and euphoric. “God, that’s so fucking good,” he murmured.
He spread his legs wider, drew his knees in closer, begging Ilya with his body language to bury himself deeper.
Ilya gripped Shane’s thighs, pushing them back astonishingly far so he could slide in as deep as possible.
Jesus. Ilya needed to buy a thank-you gift for Shane’s yoga instructor.
“Good?” Ilya asked, checking in.
“Amazing,” Shane confirmed.
Ilya smiled. He still fondly remembered the first time Shane had sucked him—had sucked anyone—back when they’d been nineteen and Shane had been terrified of his own desires. He’d been so unsure of what to do, but so determined to do it well.
The truth was that Ilya had probably been as terrified as Shane, back then. He’d just been better at hiding it.
The first time Ilya had fucked Shane had been a few months after that, and Ilya had been overly concerned with making it seem like it hadn’t been a big deal.
Like being inside Shane hadn’t been a revelation.
He’d left the hotel room as soon as possible after, afraid of what he may have said or done if he’d stayed even a minute longer.
He could say or do whatever he wanted now. There was no need to hide his heart now.
“I love this, Shane. I love you so much. You are beautiful. Perfect.” He turned his head and kissed Shane’s ankle. “Perfect,” he repeated.
“I love you. Love you inside me. Fuck, it’s so good. Always so good, Ilya. Want you to come in me.”
Ilya grunted in response and sped up his thrusts, wanting to give Shane what he needed. Wanting to fill him up. Shane was stroking himself, which Ilya always enjoyed watching. His strong fingers flew over his cock as his back arched off the bed. Christ, he was spectacular.
He cried out as his release showered over his chest, his ass spasming around Ilya’s cock. “Gonna come,” Ilya warned, because holy fuck.
“Yeah,” Shane rasped. “Give it to me. Come on.”
Two more thrusts and Ilya was emptying himself into Shane. He tried to keep his gaze locked with Shane’s as pleasure ripped through him, making it impossible to speak. When his orgasm finally subsided, he pulled Shane up and kissed him, holding him close.
“Fuck,” Shane said breathlessly. “We’re really good at that.”
“The best,” Ilya agreed.
Later, after they had cleaned themselves up and were snuggled together under the blankets, Shane said, “So. Two weeks?”
“Two weeks.” Two weeks until their teams would meet for a Saturday night game. They had decided that they would hold their press conference the following morning.
A heavy silence stretched between them. How much would change for them?
How much harder would it be to keep their true relationship a secret?
Would it be easier to hide in plain sight as friends?
Friends who spent their summers together?
Who visited each other during the season, even? Who started a charity together?
Ilya supposed it didn’t matter. They were doing it, and they would deal with the consequences when they happened.
“I’m ready,” Shane said. His voice was clear and steady.
“Yes,” Ilya said softly. “Me too.”