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“Should we have rules?”
Ilya looked up from his dinner. He met Shane’s eyes for a moment before his husband went back to focusing on stabbing at his chicken with his fork.
“Rules? Like for being married? Do not sleep with someone else. That would make me sad.”
Shane rolled his eyes. “No, like…kink rules. Like rules that you make up that I have to follow.”
“I don’t know. You are very well-behaved.”
“I could be better behaved. They don’t have to all be like…sexual, I guess.”
“Hm?”
“Yeah. I don’t know. It’s silly.” Shane refused to make eye contact, continuing to stab at and, Ilya noticed, not eat his dinner.
“Not silly. Give me some days. I will make rules.” Ilya nudged Shane’s foot with his own. “First one though is that you stop stabbing the chicken and actually eat it. Bad enough it died to be on your plate, yes? Do not torture it more.” That earned Ilya a laugh and a few bites, which was good enough for now.
~(Break)~
Shane fell into Ilya’s arms, hair still damp from his shower. He was just wearing sweatpants and still radiating a post-fuck glow.
Ilya kissed Shane’s face and trailed down to his neck, hands wandering over Shane’s chest and abdomen until finding their way to his hips. He grabbed on to the bone with a sigh. “Mine,” Ilya mumbled.
“Yours.” Shane pressed his body back into Ilya’s, letting out his own content sigh. They sat like that for a few moments, Ilya’s hands gently massaging Shane’s side and lower back. Ilya finally spoke up.
“I made the rules.”
Shane, who was starting to drift off, brightened up at that. “Oh?”
“Would you like to talk about them?”
“Yes, of course.” Shane rolled over so his head was resting on Ilya’s bare chest as Ilya grabbed his phone.
Ilya navigated to his notes app and scrolled to the top. Shane closed his eyes, both to rest them and to avoid spoiling anything for himself.
“I have a few sexual and some not-as-sexual. Which ones first?”
“Let’s do the sexual ones first.”
“Ok, first, no touching yourself without permission.” Shane grimaced. He knew that was coming, but that didn’t make him like it any more. “These are up for negotiation,” Ilya reminded.
“That one’s fine. It’s hot, just annoying at the same time. Like you.” Ilya gasped in fake offense.
“I will not share anymore then.” Ilya jokingly tried to wiggle Shane off of him.
Shane laughed. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry.” He gave a soft kiss to Ilya’s pec, and that seemed to grant him forgiveness for now.
“Ok, next one.” Ilya gently ran his fingers through Shane’s hair. “I don’t want you cumming anymore until I give you permission. Even if the sex is less kinky, I want you to ask permission.”
Shane nodded. He liked asking anyway, so that one would be easy to implement. “Ok.”
“I want you to stop covering up the marks I leave in the dressing room. Our teammates know we are married, and I like the idea of them seeing them. Knowing you are mine.” Ilya pulled a little bit on Shane’s hair to punctuate his sentence, causing Shane to let out a soft whimper.
“Ok.” Shane chewed his lip. He was a little more nervous about that one. “But still no marks where anyone else could see, right? Nothing on my neck or anything?”
“Of course. But I want you to stop pressing your thighs together all the time because you are embarrassed about the marks there. They are cute and sexy and you are cute and sexy and I want to show that off.”
Shane blushed, burying his face in Ilya’s chest.
“Is that ok?”
Shane nodded.
“Good.” Ilya’s hand made its way to the base of Shane’s neck, gently applying pressure and massaging his muscles. After Shane’s embarrassment faded a bit, they continued. “The rest are not sexual. Practical, life things.” Shane nodded that he understood. Ilya took a deep breath, preparing himself for the inevitable fight against the first rule: “I want you to eat more.”
“I eat plenty!” Shane argued, moving off of Ilya’s chest to give him a bewildered look.
“I do not like the weight you have been dropping. You are worrying me.” Ilya ran a hand against Shane’s side. “I would like you to try to eat similar food to me. We have the same job, we work out the same amount…well, not exactly, but close. I think we should eat the same amount and the same kinds of food. Carbs are good for you, Котик.”
“I eat carbs.” Ilya held back a sigh. He knew this one might upset Shane, but thought his explanation might push through Shane’s stubborn denial of his very obvious problems with food. “I eat healthy, whole carbs. You eat bagels for breakfast.”
“You do not even eat breakfast!”
“A protein shake is breakfast!”
Ilya paused to take a deep breath. He knew he needed to stay calm. Logic and reasoning were always his friends when he argued with Shane. “I would like for you to eat three whole meals every day, with food from each food group, including a fat. A little butter on vegetables, olive oil on chicken. I am worried about you.” Ilya could hear his accent thickening as he willed himself not to get too emotional. “I talked to nutritionist and she is worried too. Helped me work out new meal plan for you. Little more lax than usual, will help you gain some weight back.” That changed Shane’s expression slightly. Shane valued the opinion of Millie, the team nutritionist, often more than Ilya’s or his own.
Shane was silent for a moment then sighed. He returned his head to where it had been resting on Ilya’s chest. “Ok, I guess I can give it a try.”
Ilya nodded. He paused, deciding on whether to bring up the conversation that was conquering his current thoughts. He decided that it would be good to let Shane know, “you are lucky. I had to talk her out of sending you to hospital.” He paused. “I will not be so convincing if you keep dropping weight.” The slowness in Ilya’s voice and the squeeze of Shane’s hip made the thinly-veiled threat settle in Shane’s chest. Ilya will not be convincing, because he won’t try to be. He would agree.
They cuddled quietly for a few moments before Shane spoke up.
“Any more?”
“Hm? Oh yes.” Ilya unlocked his phone. “Exercise."
“What about it?”
“I want to be in control of it. Not while we are at practice, but at home. I want to be able to tell you what to do, when to start, what to lift…”
Shane liked that. He liked the feeling of giving that to Ilya, trusting him to push him right to the limit of what he could handle. That was what they did in the bedroom after all. He nodded. “Ok.”
Ilya resisted the urge to sigh in relief. He was worried Shane was going to see through his intentions and it would cause another fight. Luckily, his careful wording had avoided that.
“That is all I have. You are good. Do not need too many rules. Do not want to overwhelm you, either.”
Shane nodded. He cuddled closer to Ilya. “They seem do-able.”
“I think so.” Ilya ran his fingers through Shane’s damp hair. “Of course, if you break them, there will be punishment.”
“Of course.”
“Do you want to discuss or want a surprise?”
“Surprise. I trust you.” Those three words warmed Ilya’s heart. He kissed Shane softly on the forehead.
“я тебя люблю.”
“я тоже тебя люблю.”
~(Break)~
Ilya came downstairs to Shane going through his normal routine. The plastic bottle holding his protein shake was jiggling a bit at the force of Shane’s sneakers hitting the treadmill in their home gym. Ilya started preparing breakfast, listening to the sound of Shane’s heavy but controlled breaths and the pounding of his sneakers against the belt. Ilya made egg white omelettes with vegetables and some cheese and toasted some whole wheat bread, spreading a little butter and strawberry jam on each slice. He had spent many hours last night planning Shane’s first day of new rules, and was deciding not to push things too far. The breakfast was a little more unhealthy than Shane would make himself, but it was close enough. Ilya set the table and walked out to the home gym, where Shane was still running.
“I made breakfast, come eat.”
“Uh, yeah, just one more kilometer.” Shane reached over to turn up the incline on the treadmill, intending to make his last little bit count.
“Did I ask if you wanted to run one more kilometer?” Ilya crossed his arms.
“Just one more k, babe. It’s no big deal.” Shane looked back at the screen of the treadmill, grabbing his other airpod to put it back in.
Ilya walked over to the treadmill and pushed the “STOP” button, causing the belt to immediately slow.
“Ilya!”
“I did not ask if you wanted to run another “k”. I told you to come eat breakfast. Now.” Ilya's voice left no room for argument.
Shane stepped off the treadmill, grumbling. “Guess I’ll finish after breakfast.”
“No. You are done working out today, I think.”
“What? You can’t just-!” Shane tried to protest.
“You agreed to this last night. I control your workouts, да?”
“I thought you meant controlling my weights or something. Not telling me I don’t get to work out anymore. What about my conditioning? I’ve worked so hard-”
“And one day off is not going to ruin it.” Ilya shot Shane a stern look. “I know you have already done a full-body workout and a 5 kilometer run this morning, because it is ten. You do not need a second run, or any more workouts. You will be fine. We are off today. Enjoy it, Hollander.” Ilya gently shoved Shane into the kitchen. “Or I will make you.”
“Make me?”
“Sit down. Eat breakfast.” Ilya pulled out Shane’s chair for him, then sat on his own.
They ate in relative silence. Shane devoured the omelette, but made a face at the toast. He was tempted to try to scrape the jam and butter off with his fork, but Ilya was looking at him, hopeful and worried at the same time. He took a small bite, trying to suppress the guilty pangs as he swallowed.
“Thank you for breakfast. It’s delicious.”
Ilya nodded. “Anything for my good boy,” he cooed, which helped encourage Shane to take another small bite of the toast.
Praise and distraction got Shane through one and a half pieces of toast without scraping off the spreads, and that was good enough for Ilya for now.
Ilya got up to do the dishes. Shane got up and helped, oddly quiet. After the last dish was placed in the dishwasher, Shane finally spoke up.
“Can I…Can I please go finish my run? Please.” Shane’s voice was so small and sad, Ilya was tempted to give in. But he knew better, knew that Shane wanted to “work off” the 2 teaspoons of butter he had just eaten, which was an inconsequential amount for someone with a healthy relationship with food, but not to Shane.
“I am sorry…but I cannot approve that. Do you want to shower and then we can cuddle? There is new movie on Netflix that looks good.” Ilya tried his best to distract, but knew there was very little that could distract Shane from his brain right now.
“I want to go work out,” Shane whined. “I wouldn’t have agreed to this if I knew you were going to stop me from working out.”
“I know. That is why I did not mention it. But unless you would like to face punishment, I suggest you go upstairs and go take a shower.”
Shane got a defiant look in his eye Ilya had only seen on the ice. This was going to be fun.
Before Ilya could say or do anything else, Shane was on the move. He tried to bolt back to the gym. Ilya wasn’t sure what his plan was, as the door had no lock, but was quick to sabotage it. Marrying a hockey player meant not depending on a slow reaction time to get away with your schemes. He grabbed Shane’s wrist tightly and pulled him close to Ilya’s body, their faces inches apart. Shane’s eyes were wide, clearly not expecting to get caught, at least not so quickly.
“What was your plan, Котик? Make me chase you through your last kilometer?” Ilya’s eyes and voice were dark.
“I…I don’t know.” Shane’s breathing was unsteady, not sure if he should be scared or turned on.
“Well, it didn’t work, did it? And now I have to punish you. What a shame.” It didn’t sound like Ilya was too disappointed in this fact.
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“I know.” Ilya pulled away but kept a firm grip on Shane’s wrist. He half-led, half-dragged Shane upstairs to their bathroom. Still holding onto Shane, Ilya turned on the water in the shower.
“You will shower. I will wait for you in bedroom. I will have everything set up for your punishment.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now you are obedient.” Ilya laughed. He let go of Shane’s wrist. “Enjoy your shower.” He headed to the bedroom and, when he heard the shower curtains closed, began preparing for Shane’s punishment.
When Shane got out of the bathroom, wearing gym shorts and a hoodie, he expected to see a paddle or riding crop or cock ring, and Ilya partially or fully naked. He did not expect to find Ilya fully clothed and sitting on the floor. Ilya had a book in his lap and a pillow sitting a few feet in front of him. Shane’s collar was sitting on top of the book, so at least that was a sight he had expected. Without an order, he sank down to his knees on the pillow.
Ilya smiled at him. “Good boy.” He easily wrapped Shane’s collar around his neck and locked it into place. He picked up the book and showed it to Shane. It was one of Shane’s numerous hockey books, this one telling of the history of the Canadian National Team.
“We will put your boring book to good use, да?” Ilya was grinning. “I want you to keep your head straight and look right at me, ok?” Shane nodded and made the closest he could to eye contact with Ilya. When Ilya was satisfied with the angle of Shane’s head, he carefully placed the book on top. He then grabbed his phone.
“I have 10 statements here. I am going to say them, and I want you to repeat them back to me. If that book falls or you falter or say anything outside of these statements, we will start over.” Shane’s cheeks were already red. They had done this punishment before, where Shane had to repeat “I’m Ilya’s slut” over and over again until Ilya was satisfied with his answer, which is why the first statement caught him so off-guard.
“I am handsome.” Ilya looked at Shane expectedly.
“You are handsome.” Clearly Shane wasn’t completely out of his defiance. This earned him a glare from Ilya.
“Now we will have to do the list two times.” Ilya’s glare turned into a smirk. “Since you don’t know how to follow directions.”
“No, no, I’m sorry,” Shane begged. Going through the first list had taken over an hour.
“And…?”
Shane’s face heated up. Degrading himself was somehow easier than this. “I…I am handsome.”
“You faltered. Repeat.”
Shane’s eyes darted away this time. “I’m handsome.”
“Not what I said. And look at me.” Ilya crossed his arms. Shane finally made eye contact.
“I am handsome.” Shane’s whole face was already red with embarrassment.
Ilya grinned. “Good. Next one. I am strong.”
“I am strong.” That one wasn’t as hard. Shane knew that he was strong. He could bench almost twice his own weight.
“I am sexy.”
Shane got so embarrassed he forgot about the book on his head. He tried to hide his face in his hands, which made the book easily slide off. “Fuck,” Shane mumbled when the book hit the ground.
Ilya was trying to look disappointed, but couldn’t hide his grin. “Head back up, Малыш. We’re going to have to start over.” Shane groaned a little but did as he was told, letting Ilya rebalance the book on his head. Once it was steady, Shane took a deep breath. “I am handsome,” Ilya reminded Shane of the first statement.
“I am handsome.”
They luckily only had to start over twice after that, even though the next time was during the very last statement, causing lots of groaning and complaints on Shane’s part. A sharp tug to his hair pulled him back in line. The book was rebalanced, and they started again from the beginning.
Once Shane finally made it through all of the statements without faltering or moving his head enough to knock the book off, Ilya smiled and removed the book himself. He grabbed Shane and pulled him into his lap, covering his face with kisses. “Умница! My good boy.” Shane laughed, blush spreading over his face, as he happily settled in Ilya’s lap. “That was not too bad, was it?”
“It was the worst! Worse than that time you made me say all those embarrassing things,” Shane whined, nuzzling his face into Ilya’s neck.
“ ‘The worst?’ “ Ilya mocked Shane’s whine, earning him a little bite to the neck.
“Fuck you.” Shane grumbled.
“Do you want to do it again?” Ilya’s voice grew darker, more threatening.
Shane tensed in his arms. “No, sir. Sorry, sir.”
Ilya grinned. “That is what I thought.” He paused. “I love you. You are a good boy, and took your punishment well.”
Shane sighed contently, leaving soft kisses where he had bit down. “I love you too, Хозяин.”