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January:
This was stupid. Ilya didn’t really care about ever knowing his ancestry. As far as he was concerned, any ancestors he had could all burn in hell. He wasn’t a Rozanov anymore. His brother made that very clear the last time they spoke. He chose Shane. He chose happiness. He chose himself. He had a new family now. He didn’t want or need his old family anymore. Yet when Shane came bounding through the door this morning with two ancestry DNA testing boxes, he simply couldn’t say no. Shane was so excited to see what his ancestry was. Obviously, his mom was Japanese, but his father was….some mix of white….
The test was weird. They had to spit in this little vial thing up to a line and then send it off. He didn’t know how he felt about someone having a vial of his saliva, but, knowing his past, someone out there probably had other bodily fluids of his somewhere. So he spit into the vial until there was enough, put it in the little prepaid envelope, and gave it to Shane to mail out.
The instructions said it would take 6-8 weeks to get results, and it was important to return the sample as quickly as possible, so he and Shane went to the post office and put their samples into the mail.
He really didn’t think anything would come of it.
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March:
7 weeks later, they were sitting on the couch watching some boring home renovation show Shane liked when he got the notification that his results were ready. He clicked on the email and read it.
79% Eastern European
20% Baltics
1% Eastern European Roma
“So is telling me I am Russian basically,” he said to Shane.
“Yeah, but a mix with some other countries!”
“Countries that border Russia. Is same thing.”
“You’re no fun. I’m gonna read mine now.”
“Japanese 55%, Northwestern European 35%, and Southern European 10%.”
“So you are Japanese and white. Very surprising.”
“It’s interesting!”
“Uhh, okay. Sure.”
Shane rolled his eyes. “Fuck you.”
Ilya looked at him and smirked. “Later.”
Shane blushed.
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That weekend at Shane’s parents' house, Shane showed their results to David, who was intently listening and telling Shane random facts about the regions and countries as they were read. Ilya helped Yuna in the kitchen. He was cutting cucumbers when Yuna turned around and looked past him to Shane and David at the table.
“They seem to be really enjoying that, huh?”
“I guess so. I think is boring. Don’t need a test to tell me I am Russian.”
“I get that. I don’t need a test to tell me I’m Japanese, but it seems to make them both happy.”
“Yes, I did it because Shane was so excited. I could not say no.”
“It’s just like David with crossword puzzles. I hate them, but he gets so excited when a new one comes out on the New Yorker that I can’t say no.”
“Ahh, yes. Is boring like Shane. I love boring.”
Yuna laughs and turns back to the stove. Finishing up their pasta while Ilya plated their salads.
They ate and talked for a while. MLH playoffs start next month, so both Ilya and Shane would be busy until June, and then off to the cottage for a few weeks before hockey camps start up.
Ilya couldn’t wait for summer. He loved winning and holding the cup, but there was nothing in life better than doing absolutely nothing but being with the people you love. Not thinking about hockey or politics or whatever. Just him, Shane, and Anya snuggled up together for two weeks.
Speaking of Anya, where is she? He looked around for her, eventually finding her sitting next to David, begging for table scraps. David was a sucker for those puppy dog eyes and always gave in. Ilya chuckled softly as he saw him absentmindedly petting her head.
Somehow, the conversation got back to the DNA tests.
“DNA test is so boring. Why do people need to know the kind of white they are?”
“Some people want to know where they come from,” Shane replied.
“Hey, you know what? I think they make them for dogs, too.”
“WHAT?? Shane, why did you not get test for Anya??”
“I didn’t know they made them for dogs!”
David looked down at his phone, “Ahh, yes, they can tell you what breeds they are.”
“Shane, we have to get. I need to know what kind of dog Anya is.” Ilya said seriously.
“Okay, fine, I’ll order it.”
“Order what exactly?” Yuna said, coming back into the dining room from cleaning up the table.
“Apparently, they make dog DNA tests so you can find out what breed your dog is,” Shane replied.
“Oh, that would be fun! I wonder what Anya is…”
She had already ordered the kit on Amazon.
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June:
They held up the cup. God, there was something so amazing about holding it. Both their names were on there multiple times, but this was their second cup with Ottawa. Playing on the same team was everything. They were electric together. Ilya could read Shane from across a room, and Shane somehow always knew Ilya's next move. They were unstoppable together.
Shane was a shoo-in for MVP this year. He scored a hat trick during the big game and then assisted Ilya with their overtime goal. After they showered, they went out with the team. Everyone was getting absolutely shit faced. Shane even traded in his usual ginger ale for an Irish mule (which is literally Irish whiskey and ginger ale). Ilya thought it was so funny when Shane would get fancy and order an alcoholic beverage with ginger ale.
After two drinks, they exited the club and went back to their hotel room. As soon as the door closed behind them, their clothes were off. Ilyas in a pile on the floor, and Shane’s neatly folded on the couch. Ilya moved quickly, pushing Shane up against a wall and moving his hips to grind into him. He took both of Shane’s hands in one of his and pinned them up above his head. His free hand roaming Shane’s beautiful body.
“You’re so fucking hot with the cup. God, I wanted to get you alone all night.”
“Well, here I am. Are you going to fuck me, Ilya?”
Ilyas's cock was painfully hard.
“Baby, I’m going to fuck you till you can’t stand up.”
Ilya grabbed Shane under his thighs and carried him to the bed while continuing to kiss him. He threw Shane down first and then climbed on top. Shane rolled them over until he was on top. He turned around and straddled Ilya as he reached over and grabbed the travel-sized lube they bought and gave it to Ilya. Then, without a word, he bent over. Putting his ass right in Ilyas face.
Ilya grabbed both cheeks and dove in. Tongue circling Shane’s hole. Once he was settled in, he began to use his tongue to circle faster and with more pressure. She moaned loudly, and Ilya began to violently thrust his tongue in and out. Shane cried out for release, but Ilya stopped.
“Not yet, moya lyubov,” Ilya said as he applied lube to his hand and slowly inserted a finger into Shane, gently working to stretch him.
“Is okay?” He asked Shane.
“Yes.” Shane panted between moans.
Ilya quickly turned one finger into two, and then the two fingers spread out beautifully.
“Ilya, I’m ready, please,” Shane begged. Ilya smacked his ass and turned them both over so Shane was on all fours, and Ilya was kneeling behind him.
“I am going to fuck you very hard for being a champion tonight. Such a good job with that hat trick. If anything is too much, you stop me. Okay? You remember safe word, yes?”
“Yes. Please, Ilya.”
Ilya pressed his tip and Shane’s entrance. Lube and precum dripping off of him. He slowly entered the first couple of inches. Once Shane settled around him, he thrusted in hard and fast. He began to pull out and then slam into Shane again. Hard. He angled himself just right, being guided by Shane’s moans. Once he found that sweet spot that made Shane squirm, he steadily pounded in and out of him. Shane yelled in pleasure. Ilya reached out and put one of his hands around Shane’s neck, squeezing slightly. Shane loved this. Shane came quickly into the sheets, but Ilya wasn’t done yet. As quickly as the orgasm passed, it was hard again. Ilya continuing to chase that beautiful sound of Shane’s moans. Ilya bent down and whispered into Shane’s ear while continuing to take him from behind.
“You are so fucking pretty when you come for me. I know you’ve been thinking about riding my dick all day.”
Shane tensed, moaning loudly.
“Fuck baby, I love it when you squeeze around me.”
That sent Shane over the edge again. Yelling into the pillow as he came for the second time. His whole body tensed and released again and again. His vision went white as he rode the hardest orgasm he had ever had. Ilya came almost immediately after Shane. He pulled out slowly, leaving Shane heaving and shaking on the bed. Ilya grabbed a washcloth and cleaned himself up before returning to Shane. He gently swiped the cum from between Shane’s legs and ass. Then he got into bed next to him and pulled Shane into his chest.
“I love you so much,” Ilya said into Shane’s hair.
“I love you too,” Shane replied.
Neither of them noticed the email notification on Ilyas' phone.
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The MLH awards came and went in the blink of an eye. Shane, of course, won MVP. After the awards, they immediately got on a private jet Ilya chartered back home. They drove from the airport straight to the cottage, only stopping to pick up Anya from Yuna and David’s on the way.
When they got there, it was almost noon. The sun was high, and the temperature was perfect. Both boys were exhausted from traveling, so they crawled into bed together and fell asleep.
When Ilya woke up, the sun's position had changed, and Shane wasn’t in bed anymore. Ilya got up, padded into the living room, and sank into the couch.
“What time is it?”
“Uhh, three thirty almost.”
“Mmm,” Ilya replied.
“My mom is bringing dinner over around six since we have literally nothing here to eat.”
“Ok”
“We have some time. Do you want to run into town and grab some groceries?”
“Da, that’s fine. I get dressed.” Ilya stood up, walked back into the bedroom, and changed his clothes. When he returned, Shane was unclipping Anya’s collar from a quick potty break. Ilya grabbed the keys to Shane’s car and, after a quick pat on Anya’s head, headed out the door. Shane followed after.
The store was about 15 minutes away and quiet for this time of the day. They walked around and talked about what meals they wanted for the next couple of days. Ilya occasionally put snacks or cookies into the cart when Shane wasn’t looking. Shane would put them back on the shelf when Ilya wasn’t paying attention. He let him keep one can of Pringles, to which Ilya complained was not enough, but eventually agreed to. Shane knew his mom was bringing brownies.
They got back to the house around 5:15 and unloaded the car. Shane put all the groceries away in perfect order while Ilya took Anya for a longer walk. They received a text from David that he and Yuna were on their way around 5:45. Ilya was so excited when the doorbell rang that he almost fell on the welcome mat. He happily took the containers from David and brought them to the kitchen.
“Shane….mom made brownies!” Ilya was smiling from ear to ear.
“I know.” He responded, shaking his head and laughing.
Dinner was amazing. They all sat outside and ate Ilyas' favorite, chicken parm. Ilya and Shane told David and Yuna all about the MLH awards, and they played fetch with Anya.
By 9 pm, everyone was tired, so David and Yuna said goodbye and went home. Shane and Ilya retreated inside and onto the couch for some silent phone time.
Ilya had one email that was unread.
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From: Ancestry.com
Ilya, you have a match!
DNA matches hold clues to family, ancestors, and new discoveries.
Paige Snyder - Sister
Publicly linked tree
Explore your match now!
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“What the fuck?”