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There were few things in life Ilya Rozanov loved more than beating the Montreal Metros in Montreal. In fact, he could only think of two: his boyfriend Shane Hollander, and sex with his boyfriend. All three of those things had or would happen tonight.
OK, maybe he also loved too Russian vodka more than beating the Metros. Tough call. He wouldn’t be getting that tonight. But playing Shane’s team–mostly just playing Shane–exhilirated him like nothing else. Those moments when they were on the ice together were when hockey stopped feeling like a job and felt instead like pure joy.
As for beating Montreal, they were Boston’s biggest rival, so to beat them on their ice was more joy. Plus, Shane hated losing. When the Raiders beat the Metros, Shane took on his angry kitten persona and Ilya loved his scowling little pouts. Plus, the sex was always extra electric when Shane was pissed about losing. Which made it a double win for Ilya.
Given all that, he could definitely live without good vodka until he got home in four days.
Plus, tonight was extra special. After years of secretly hooking up at what Ilya thought of as Shane’s sex condo, but what he insisted was a real estate investment, Ilya finally got to see the condo where Shane actually lived. It was the first time Boston had played in Montreal this season, and over the summer, everything had changed between Ilya and Shane.
His boyfriend. Shane was his boyfriend. Sometimes, even four months later, he couldn’t quite believe it. When he first realized he was in love with Shane, he’d thought he was doomed. How could a fuck up like him possibly earn the love of someone as good, as pure as Shane Hollander? Canada’s golden boy.
Except if anyone knew exactly how not-pure Shane could be, it was Ilya. His boyfriend could be downright freaky in bed sometimes.
It was with that in mind that Ilya pressed the buzzer for Shane’s penthouse condo. No more dark alleys around the side of the building where he had been half convinced his murdered body would be found the next day. No, he was using the front door. Their relationship was still a secret from all but Shane’s parents, but they’d let themselves be the slightest bit less cautious.
The front door buzzed, and Ilya stepped inside. He hurried across the posh lobby to the elevators and soon he was standing outside Shane’s front door. It opened before he had a chance to knock.
As he’d predicted, Shane’s face was scrunched up in his angry kitten face, but as soon as the door shut behind them, he pushed Ilya against it and kissed him. His fingers threaded into Ilya’s curls, still damp from his post-game shower, and he pressed his body against his. Shane was already half hard, like he’d been fantasizing about their night together while he changed out of his suit and into the sweatpants and hoodie he now wore.
Or the sweatpants he wore, because Ilya was too impatient to wait to get to Shane’s bedroom to start undressing him. He slid his hands up his boyfriend’s sides, lifting the sweatshirt as his palms skated over smooth skin and hard muscle.
“Missed you so fucking much,” Shane breathed when they broke apart so he could tug off his shirt. Ilya dropped it to the floor, and Shane must really be desperate since he didn’t so much as comment on it, let alone pick it up and fold it on the way to his room so he could set it tidily on the dresser.
Which worked for Ilya. After more than a month apart, he was feeling pretty desperate too.
Without removing his lips from Ilya’s, Shane moved backward through his condo, leading Ilya presumably toward the bedroom. As they went, Ilya undid the buttons on his shirt while Shane went to work on his belt. By the time Shane was falling back onto a large bed with the comforter already pulled back to expose the navy blue sheets, all Ilya had to do was pull his shirt off his wrists and let his pants drop to the floor.
He leaned over his boyfriend and helped him pull off his pants and underwear, snagging his socks on the way. Shane lay spread out before Ilya, naked and hard, and the sight made his mouth water.
His own cock was already painfully erect and he gave himself a few hard tugs before bending over the beautiful man before him and slowly dragging his tongue up his length.
“Fuck, Ilya. That feels so good.”
Ilya pulled his tip into his mouth and sucked hard, all the while tugging off his own socks. Shane’s nails dug into his scalp, the small pain sending sparks of arousal along Ilya’s spine.
Now also naked, Ilya released his boyfriend’s dick and crawled up his body. He settled above him, their cocks rubbing together as his tongue swept into Shane’s mouth with a satisfied moan.
This was where he belonged. If he couldn’t be racing down the ice with Shane, he should always, always be naked and kissing him. Or fucking him. Or both.
“Need you,” Shane whimpered against Ilya’s lips.
“Lube?”
Shane tossed his arm out in a gesture Ilya assumed was him pointing to the nightstand. That’s where he had kept his lube at the sex condo.
Ilya angled himself over to pull open the drawer. The light was low in here, so he went more by feel than sight.
But instead of finding a plastic bottle of the brand of lube they both preferred, his fingers brushed over something silicone, with some give to it. Investigating by touch, he quickly found his hand wrapped around what could only be a dildo.
A dildo!
This couldn’t possibly be the one Shane had mentioned to him all those years ago, the first time Ilya said he wanted to fuck him.
Pulling it out of the drawer, he held it up in front of his boyfriend. “Shane Hollander. Is this it?”
Shane’s cheeks went immediately red. They didn’t even pass through pink on the way, just straight to flaming hot. Ilya loved it when he did that. It made his beautiful freckles even more apparent. He couldn’t stop himself from brushing a kiss over one cheek. He would commit crimes for those freckles. He would die for Shane’s freckles.
When he lifted his head, he was once again met with angry kitten face. “What are you talking about?”
Ilya took a moment to study the admittedly not very girthy toy in his hand. On further inspection, it was a tannish color not all that different from the color of either his or Shane’s cock. Though it wasn’t nearly as long as either of them. It was shorter than any man Ilya had ever been with.
“Your thing you told me about,” Ilya teased.
“What thing?” Shane wouldn’t meet his gaze, which just made Ilya grin wider.
“Your dildo. You told me about it at first All-Star weekend. When Scott Hunter was listening to us have sex from the next room.”
“Scott Hunter did not–doesn’t matter. I still don’t remember what you’re talking about.”
“I asked if you’d ever had someone fuck your ass and you said no but you have ‘a thing.’” Ilya knew he was lying. Of course he remembered.
Shane mumbled something, still looking past Ilya’s shoulder.
“Sorry?”
“Yes. OK? Yes.”
“This is it? Is so small. And realistic?” He waved it between them just to aggravate his boyfriend. “Why is it not green? Or shaped like an alien tentacle?”
“Gross.”
Because he knew it would really piss Shane off, and a properly pissed off Shane was an extra-horny Shane, Ilya grinned. “Oh my god, Hollander. You are so boring.” He’d said almost the exact same thing to him that night and it was the first time he really saw angry kitten face.
“I’m not–” Shane shoved at Ilya’s shoulder. “You know what, fuck you. If you’re going to make fun of me–”
Ilya cut him off with a deep kiss. Shane immediately settle beneath him, no longer trying to get off the bed. “Perhaps we can find something to do with it to make it less boring, yes?” He dragged his lips down the side of Shane’s throat, licking at his pulse point.
“Like what?”
Ilya dragged the tip of the dildo over Shane’s lower lip and a thrill ran through him at how quickly Shane took it in his mouth.
“I think we can think of something.”
***
It has been almost two weeks since Shane had seen his boyfriend, and more than a week since they’d been able to even have video sex, and it was about to drive him out of his mind. Shane dropped his bag in its place in the entryway, hung his car key on the hook by the door, toed off his shoes, and headed for the kitchen.
He was exhausted from a long practice, then listening to Coach yell at them for a good twenty minutes. All he wanted was to crawl into bed and curl up against Ilya’s chest. How did they used to go months without seeing each other? No, after their time at the cottage last summer, it seemed unbearable after a few days.
His housekeeper had left the mail on the kitchen island, including a medium sized box. He ignored the stack of envelopes in lieu of investigating the box. It was addressed to him but he hadn’t ordered anything that he could think of. The label listed a return address but not the name of the company.
He grabbed a knife out of his silverware drawer and used it to cut through the paper tape holding the box shut. On top was a postcard thanking him for his order from a company called Honey and Spice. He’d never heard of them.
What the fuck?
He set the postcard aside and pulled out the first box inside.
It was a dildo. But not just any dildo. No, this was a mix of blues and greens, and shaped like an alien tentacle.
Why is it not green? Or shaped like an alien tentacle?
Ilya’s words came back to him and he immediately rolled his eyes. His fucking boyfriend. Of course this was how Ilya responded.
And, OK, it had made for some really fucking hot sex that night. Ilya had used a potent combination of his mouth, his cock, and Shane’s dildo to make Shane come twice before he’d been too exhausted to move.
But he did not need an alien tentacle dildo to go with it. And whatever else was in the box.
He quickly unpacked the rest of the box, arranging the smaller packages out on the counter in front of him. Despite being alone, his cheeks were hot and he knew they would be the pink Ilya loved so much. He probably wanted Shane to send him a picture of him having exactly this reaction to the gift, but he wouldn’t give his boyfriend that satisfaction.
All in all, there were seven toys. Seven. He’d gotten along just fine with only one for years, and now he had eight? Who needed that many sex toys?
Ilya Rozanov, that was who. And he clearly thought Shane needed that many too.
In addition to the tentacle, there was a purple prostate massager, another tentacle dildo, hot pink this time and with a vibration feature. There was a black thrusting dildo. A vibrating cock ring. A neon yellow vibrating butt plug. And something called a cock sleeve that he could use to masturbate.
From his pocket, his phone buzzed with a text. And of course it was Ilya.
Lily: you have good practice?
Shane: fine. You?
He refused to acknowledge the package. Ilya probably was tracking it and knew it had been delivered. Let him squirm a little.
Lily: anything else exciting today?
Shane: not really. Think I’ll just do some film review until dinner. Hayden invited me over.
Lily: and that’s what you’d rather do? Today?
Shane: Yeah, why wouldn’t I?
Lily: Nothing else you would rather be doing right now?
Shane: Like what?
Lily: OH MY GOD HOLLANDER JUST OPEN THE PACKAGE I KNOW YOU GOT IT
Shane: what package?
Lily: what package? WHAT PACKAGE? The one that was delivered two hours ago from Honey and Spice.
Shane: oh, was that from you?
Lily: Shane Hollander, you are a very mean man.
Shane: What exactly am I supposed to do with all these?
Lily: you need me to what, give you demonstration? I will have time after dinner if you want me to walk you through it.
Shane: I don’t need a demonstration. But what do I need all these for?
Lily: I will call you at 8. We will work together. You will come very hard. Almost as hard as when I’m there.
Speaking of hard, somehow the combination of new sex toys and Ilya’s not-even-a-little-sexy texts had Shane swelling in his sweatpants.
Shane: 8 for you is 11 for me.
Lily: then you will stay awake and we will have phone sex and it will help you sleep.
Shane: it was a pretty exhausting practice today. I don’t think i’ll need help sleeping.
Lily: you are fucking with me.
Shane: 😇
By this point, Shane was almost fully hard while standing in his kitchen laughing.
Shane: I love you. So much. And I miss you. I’ll stay awake.
Shane: I love you too. Now go watch film. No starting without me.
Still smiling, Shane put everything back in the box and put it at the bottom of the stairs to take up to his room next time he went up. Then he got his ipad and settled on the couch. Eleven was still several hours away. And it couldn’t come soon enough.