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January 2018 - Ottawa Canada
Lily: So when do you get back home? 😜
Jane: I should be there in like 30 more minutes? Why, you miss me?😛
Lily: Yeah, missed beating your ass 😉 I wished we played more games against each other you're too fun to tease before game ♥️
Jane: Well I'm glad we don't 😩It's agonizing enough as is.
Shane looked at his phone and grinned. It's been a few months since he played Rozanov, and it's been even more time since they've been together intimately. Shane knew that if he was feeling antsy about their time apart, it must be eating Ilya alive.
Jane: I miss you.
Shane always felt flustered when he would get more vulnerable around Ilya. Even though they've been together – officially – since July, it never got easier to tell Ilya what he was actually feeling. Most of that came down to Shane not fully understanding how he was feeling in the first place, but he wanted to make an effort to let Ilya know he was thinking about him.
Lily: I miss you too, mostly your жопа 🍑
Shane rolled his eyes and smiled to himself. He couldn't wait to have his boyfriend's arms wrapped around him, even if it was only for a couple hours. Shane couldn't recall how long until the next time Ottawa and Montreal played again, but he was already excited. Sometimes he wished that he and Ilya wouldn't have to hide their relationship, but he knew all this pain they were going through was worth keeping what they had safe. Hayden was sitting near Shane and nudged him playfully in the ribs. "Lily has you so whipped, dude. I can see the blush from here." Shane pushed Hayden away from him, the blush creeping further on his pale cheeks.
"Fuck off, Pike."
Ilya stared at his phone, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He loved nothing more than – Shane obviously, but second best was – fucking with Shane. He closed his eyes and imagined how red Shane's face must be and how well that red paired with his light brown freckles. He wondered, on top of Shane's freckles, if Shane was as hard as he was. Any minute now, Shane should arrive at the hotel he and his team were spending the night at, then he would – hopefully – speed through Canadian traffic and make his way into Ilya's arms. He just wished they could spend more time together than just the odd sleepover once every couple of weeks, he craved having Shane as close to him as possible like he could during those summer months.
Jane: Made it to the hotel, be there in 20! 🙂
Ilya hopped off the couch and started making food that was 'Shane-safe'. He might not understand the ins and outs of a macrobiotic diet, nor did he really enjoy the taste of it most of the time, but he still wanted to make sure Shane got something to eat. He knew how serious Shane was about his health, especially the night before a game, so he wanted to make sure he respected that. Thankfully, most of Shane's diet consisted of grains and vegetables, so it was a pretty simple meal to whip together on short notice.
Fifteen minutes had gone by and Ilya was getting restless – the last five minutes were testing his limited patience. He had finished making Shane's food and ran out of things to distract himself with that didn't include stroking his cock. While the thought of Shane walking in on him pleasuring himself did sound entertaining, he wanted to save the touching for his boyfriend. He decided to go back to his place on the couch and wait the last remaining minutes in agony, his hardening cock only being a reminder of how slow time was moving.
It was longer than Shane expected to get from the hotel to his cottage, and Shane was a fumbling mess. His hands were shaking from excitement, and he decided that he really needed to invest in getting a door that wouldn't require him to spend time fucking around with his keys to unlock it. He finally managed to get through and announced his arrival. He freed himself from his winter jacket, and placed it on the back of the dining room chairs.
"Ilya, I'm hoooome" Shane sang as he poked his head through different rooms of the house. "Ilyaaaa?" No answer.
Shane scowled. Ilya had sounded so eager for Shane to come back home when they were texting earlier, so why wasn't he splayed on the couch waiting for him? That's when he realized that the shower was running. Shane would have to make it up to Ilya for being late enough that he thought taking a shower was a reasonable idea. He pushed open the bathroom door and heard the soft pants and russian mumbles that sounded like Ilya was about to bubble over.
"Ilya, sweetheart-" Shane opened the bathroom door the rest of the way and rapped his knuckles against the glass door of the shower. He opened the door and his mouth went dry. The water was flowing down Ilya's chiseled figure, perfectly following every groove of his body. He was leaning against the wall with one hand while his other was slowly stroking his hard cock. He had his eyes closed and seemed to have been concentrating heavily – as his eyebrows were bunched together in a serious expression. Shane disrobed and placed his folded clothes on the sink counter, squeezing himself between Ilya and the wall. Ilya smiled and made room.
"You're late," he said after a moment. His eyes were still closed as he kissed Shane's jaw.
"I know, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you?" Shane offered. He pushed Ilya farther away from the wall so he could kneel before him.
"Да." Ilya opened his eyes and pushed Shane roughly against the shower wall. He pinned his hands above his head and nestled his leg between Shane's. Leaning even deeper into him, making sure that his leg made contact with Shane's erect cock. He felt starved for Shane's touch, and he wanted to get his fill – if that was even possible.
He stole a few kisses down Shane's neck and nipped at the base of his collarbone. He thought about leaving a mark, but instead opted for another kiss. Once he had him for longer he would brand him, they only had a few hours tonight. He stroked Shane's cheek, his palm lightly resting on his face. Once his thumb made its way towards Shane's lips and stopped, Shane took the opportunity to have his tongue graze Ilya's thumb. In one swift movement, Ilya shoved his thumb past Shane's lips.
"Сосать."
Shane did as he was told and began licking and sucking Ilya's thumb, awaiting further instructions. While Shane didn't know many Russian words, Ilya did tell him that he would teach him only the most important ones, and of course they all pertained to sex. He thought it was incredibly sexy to have the man he loved boss him in his native language, even sexier when that's all Ilya was reduced to because he was so horny he couldn't even piece together words in English.
"Good." Ilya gruffed. He slid his thumb out of Shane's mouth, the saliva still connected between them. Shane's eyes were heavy and had a glossed look over them as though he was drunk. If Ilya didn't know Shane any better, he'd assume he was, but the smell of alcohol wasn't present nor did Shane drink that often. "Do you want my cock in your mouth, Hollander?"
"Да." Shane shuddered against Ilya's touch and nodded.
"Да, что?" Ilya prodded. Their chests now touched as Shane was sandwiched between Ilya and the shower. Shane could feel his begging cock brush against Ilya's leg, and he hoped to be able to release soon.
"Сэр. Да, сэр."
Ilya smiled and pushed Shane down by his shoulders, leaving one hand on his chin. His cock was mere inches away from Shane's slightly parted pink lips, and he could feel it twitch at the thought of Shane blowing him. God he wanted him so badly he ached. He didn't just ache in his dick, but in his whole being. He loved Shane so much that them being close like this made his heart swell. He just couldn't bear the thought of being apart from him.
He lined Shane's face with the end of his shaft and thrusted into Shane's open mouth. It felt good, too good. He braced himself off the wall with his free hand, and continued guiding Shane's head at the end of his cock in a steady rhythm.
Before Shane had barged into the bathroom, Ilya was trying to quickly masturbate so he would last longer once Shane wanted to either give him a blow job or ride him – which he knew was a definite possibility. He wanted to make Shane earn it, but was already close to coming by the time Shane joined him. He was going to come after a few minutes of a blow job, and he was embarrassed. He definitely needed to win the game tomorrow to make up for this.
"Fuck Hollander. Да. Yes. Just like that - блять." Ilya squeezed his eyes shut and kept a tight grip on the back of Shane's head as he fucked his mouth. He backed all the way out and was planning on coming on Shane's chest, but Shane wrapped his hands around Ilya's ass, pinning his dick down Shane's throat. Shane bobbed his head at an even faster pace until Ilya came hard with a loud moan. Ilya placed both hands against the shower to stabilize himself, while Shane continued to nurse Ilya's spent cock. Shane eased off slowly, then wiped his mouth with a wink. The sight alone almost made Ilya hard again, but he needed a few minutes before he would be ready for another round.
"I want to wait until we're out of the shower for sex stuff," Shane said finally. He pulled himself up using Ilya's arm and his legs were trembling. His erect cock was begging to be touched, but Ilya knew how much it turned Shane on to be this horny with no release.
Ilya smiled, and kissed Shane on the lips. The bitterness swirled with his saliva. Tasting himself and Shane caused fog to cloud his mind, much like the shower and heated water – although the water was now luke-warm by this time.
"Whatever you want Моя любовь."
"I made you some food. Don't know if it's still good since I made it - an hour ago?" Ilya offered. He sheepishly gestured to the food he had kept in the stove to hopefully preserve its warmth while he waited for Shane.
"Thank you," Shane hugged Ilya briefly and gave him a small peck on the cheek. Ilya observed Shane as he picked through his very nutritional meal. "What is matter, Hollander? Do you want something else?"
"No, Ilya. I'm good. This is - good." Shane stared down at his plate and slightly squirmed in his seat. He appeared uncomfortable and Ilya's face broke into a sly grin.
He sauntered towards Shane and pulled his chair to be right next to him. Shane continued to glare at his meal, not daring to meet Ilya's gaze. Maybe if Hollander stares at food hard enough, it will turn into something tasty. Ilya wanted Shane to squirm – even more than he already was – so he leaned towards him, close enough that the hairs from his beard tickled Shane's ear.
"Perhaps, you are too horny to eat, Hollander?" Ilya purred and kissed Shane's temple. Bingo. Shane's face turned a bright shade of red that quickly spread to his neck. His flushed face looked so pathetic and Ilya wanted to devour him right then and there. "Кровать. Сейчас."
Shane nodded quickly and pushed himself away from the dinner table. Ilya was close behind, tearing off his clothes as they made their way to their bed.