a little while after they move in together officially, ilya finds a beat-up spiral-bound notebooks in one of the boxes that still hasn’t been unpacked in the guest room. he flicks through it, expecting old plays that shane wrote down years ago, but finding only names on names on names. all players, organised by season, starting in the 2017/18 season. that’s almost five years of hockey. the notebook is almost full.
and on and on and on. and for a second ilya thinks holy shit, is this a list of shane’s freaky hockey sex dreams? so he all but runs downstairs, holds it out to shane and wiggles his eyebrows and says i found your sex diary, hollander, very scandalous. and shane looks so confused, because the only sex dreams he’s had for the past ten years have been about ilya (and once, embarrassingly, stephen colbert)
so he looks at the notebook and looks kind of embarrassed and says “oh. no, ilya, that’s not a freaky sex book. don’t be such a pervert.”
which, honestly, ilya is kind of relieved— he doesn’t want to think about shane having sex dreams about troy barrett. but shane still looks kind of uncomfortable, so ilya keeps prodding. and shane sighs heavily, like he really doesn’t want to say, like he’s ashamed, and says
“i just. i don’t know, i guess i knew we’d come out one day. or i hoped we would. so i wanted to write down whenever someone said something, like, homophobic to me. or racist, too, i guess. so when we came out, if these guys started being like wow fuckin’ a, boys, we love you guys, like. y’know. i’d have a record. that i’m not crazy.”
ilya frowns, and puts both of his hands palm-down on the counter; his legs suddenly feel very weak.
“not crazy?”
shane shrugs. “i mean, i’m not— chirping is one thing, y’know? i only wrote them down if it was really bad. like, slurs, and stuff. i don’t know. it’s stupid. i stopped after we got engaged, i just… it didn’t seem important anymore.”
and ilya isn’t sure what to say, standing like an idiot, eyes fixed on this unassuming, beat-up notebook that holds a record of all the times someone tried to make his husband feel small because it was the only way they could even think of getting a one-up on him in the rink. and that he’d written them down not as a way to try and get some small justice for himself, but, what? as a record. a list of names of people they couldn’t trust if they ever offered their public congratulations.
shane goes back to what he was doing— making dinner, chopping kale beside the sink and having a one-sided conversation with anya about how she needs to stop begging, because it’s just leaves, and he knows she won’t eat leaves. and ilya just has to sit there, thinking about all the players who had said similar things to him, thinking about the tweets and the instagram comments and podcasters, thinking about the mental weight shane had been carrying for the both of them for so long.
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Luca hadn’t been sure he would go through with the plan. He’d talked himself into it and out of it about fifty times.
But he's made it this far. He's sitting with Shane Hollander, just the two of them. Now all he needs to do it open his mouth and—
“Look,” Shane is saying, “if you wanted to talk through coming out, I th—”
“I can’t figure out anal sex,” Luca blurts.
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Ilya’s hand slides from Luca’s shoulder up to the back of his neck. He squeezes gently. When Luca looks at him, he says, “Come kiss, hmm?”
Luca feels his face flushing.
“Yes?” Ilya says. He leans in and pecks Luca’s lips, just half a second longer than he had in the doorway thirty minutes ago.
Luca gets fucking goosebumps all down his back, and his mind goes briefly, totally blank. What the fuck.
“Uh-huh,” he manages.
Ilya kisses him one more time, slowly, sliding his tongue into Luca’s mouth. Then, still looking at Luca, he says, “Shane, come here. He is a good kisser, you will enjoy it.”
“You’re fine with that?” Luca says. “You’re—I mean, I’m going to think about this every time we’re in the showers together, Shane. That doesn’t bother you?”
Shane squares up, takes Luca by both shoulders, and says, “No.” He kisses Luca once, deeply, and returns to his own showerhead. Luca sways after him, looking dazed. “I did invite you here so my husband could fuck your ass," Shane points out. "You’re allowed to think he’s hot, Luca.”
Shane considers this the final word on the topic, but Ilya is still watching Luca closely. “I think there is more,” he says.
And, well. Ilya is usually right about these sorts of things.
*
All the tension that had eased out of Luca when Shane had kissed him comes rushing right back in. Ilya watches it happen, frowning.
Tricky. Luca is tricky. This isn’t going anywhere until he stops freaking out, but Luca isn’t Shane—Ilya can’t just shove him onto his knees to get him to calm down. Instead, he relaxes his weight onto one hip and continues washing his chest. “There is something you want me to do to you. In the showers,” he observes.
“Uh,” Luca says.
“You think about it almost every day,” Ilya adds, careful to keep his tone casual.
Luca opens his mouth, closes it again.
Ilya fusses with the bottles in their little caddy for a minute to give him time, but nothing.
He glances over to find that Luca is turning a shade of red Ilya has never seen him turn. “Look at you,” he murmurs. He steps forward, just within arm’s reach, and brushes his fingers against the edge of Luca’s blush, now spreading from his chest down his stomach. “You want it so badly.”
Did you guys know what right now hollanov are cuddled up on the couch and Shane is curled into Ilya’s chest, back to the TV (he’d fallen asleep an hour into the movie), his socked feet pushed into the ankle of Ilya’s sweats. Shane fusses a little when the movie Ilya is watching has some loud explosions and he’s quickly grabbing the remote and turning it down.
His hand is smoothing down over the back of Shane’s head and he’s mumbling “shh sleep” as he’s leaning down to kiss kiss kisss the top of his head, rub his nose in a bit to smell Shane, lingering since Shane isn’t awake to swat him away. Ilya feels Shane’s hand fist into his tshirt where his hand was laying on his chest, and his thigh pushes in closer between Ilya’s before his boy is drawing in a big huge sigh and falling back to sleep. Ilya is smiling into Shane’s soft hair with his eyes sleepily watching the tv
Sleepy sex hollanov I can’t stop thinking about it.
Ilya and shane zonked out napping on the couch tangled up in each other, it’s post training and its storming outside, a freezing crappy weather winter day. They’d had showers, eaten in tired silence, and dragged their exhausted bodies to the couch after in sweats with damp hair and the plush blanket stolen off their bed. They are tangled up, bodies warm and heavy, the only light coming from the grey clouded sky making the colours of the room muted, like the haze of an early morning.
Shane wakes up first, a soft sound in the back of his throat and scrunch of his nose as he floats back into consciousness. He flexes his fingers and licks his lips before blinking one eye half open. Ilya is a hot heavy weight on him, his curls are pressed to Shane’s mouth and tickling under his nose. Shane tilts his chin to look down over Ilya over him, the blanket a mess around their hips. Shane drags his hand down the length of Ilya’s handsome back, finds the hem of his jumper and shoves his hand up under it, greedy to touch skin.
Shane sighs heavily and snacks his lips, splutters out a curl of Ilya’s from between his lips and presses his nose into Ilya’s hairline. He maybe drifts into sleep again, goes a little fuzzy and heavy and wakes with a small jolt in that weird half waking state. Shane exhales slow through his nose when he wakes again, Ilya still heavy and quietly snoring into his neck. Shane’s hand is flat between Ilya’s shoulders, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing. Shane shifts a bit, shuffling down to adjust the angle of his hips, feeling a bit numb from laying in one position for so long.
And oh.
Oh he’s hard.
He’s so fucking hard actually, he can feel it now as he wakes more, the heavy aching pulse between his legs, the hard press of his cock under the fabric, between he and Ilya’s bodies. Shane shivers at the rush of pleasure at the accidental friction, chasing his hips up again against Ilya, eyes closed. His hand pushes further up Ilya’s back, all the way to his neck, Ilya’s sweatshirt all bunched up from it. His hand is on the back of Ilya’s neck, squeezing, thumb rubbing, feeling the familiar mess of his curls around his fingers.
Shane keeps the slow little ruts of his hips, breathing picking up a bit as he does. His limbs are so heavy his thrusts a little uncoordinated, tongue heavy in his mouth. Hips stuttering just enough for a sparking drag of his cock against fabric and warmth, a tease of the proper full sensation, but Shane is too sleepy and pinned by the weight of his man to do much more. Shane sighs and pushes his face into Ilya’s hair, rubs his mouth against the shell of Ilya’s ear. Ilya is so all over him, smells like his body wash and warm and fucking heavy, all big solid man muscle on top of Shane and fuck Shane wants. He keeps grinding up, up, and Shane parts his legs just a bit, slings a leg over Ilya’s hip and yes, better.
Ilya’s hips are lined up with his own and Shane’s cock is pressed to Ilya’s now, just as hard as him and Shane feel feel the hot heavy weight of him and Shane’s cock pulses wet in his boxers. He wants. He wants Ilya’s cock, the stretch of him, in his mouth, his body, his hand. Needs him.
Shane pants against Ilya’s ear, fingers become co ordinated enough to tangle in Ilya’s thick curls, taking a fist full, nails scratching against his scalp. He thrusts twice more, squirming under Ilya and fuck he could maybe even come like this, he thinks a hot shiver shoot’s up his spine and his cock throbs, slick with pre cum and- and then Ilya wakes, a small groan and his nose is dragging over Shane’s sternum. He lets out a loud heavy breath and his leg twitches and he’s rubbing his mouth over Shane’s neck, tired mouth attempting to form kisses.
“Shane” Ilya slurs out, sleepy and then hes rocking his hips down down down against Shane, meeting his thrusts in perfect time. Shane’s head falls back, mouth ajar and he’s pulling at Ilya’s hair and the drag of their cocks are hot and throbbing together through the thin fabric layers between them. And it’s not enough, it’s not being full, what Shane is craving now, an empty feeling inside that he knows can only sooth with Ilya pushed all the way in, Shane’s body throbbing at taking the weight of him all at once. It’s not being fucked, but it’s good, it’s hot and lazy and sparky bubbly pleasure through the low of their stomachs and Shane’s body is so strung out from training he’s not sure he’d have the energy to do much more than this.
“Baby” Shane mutters and then Ilya is nodding into his throat, a hand sliding down down and he finds Shane’s hip, hand grips tight to it, pushes him down into the couch and Ilya starts rolling his hips down onto Shane like he’s fucking him, slow messy thrusts that make Shane’s toes curl. Ilya is whining low in his throat, draws his face up to press his hot sleepy cheek to Shane’s, his skin is so hot and he kinda smells a little like sweat and Shane fucking loves this man, loves the grunt of his breathing he way he holds Shane the way he needs him just as fucking badly, half asleep and desperate pawing hands.
“Yeahyeahyeah” Ilya is panting low and grunting Shane’s ear and Shane draws a hand between them, his fingers find Ilya’s mouth and he’s pushing his thumb in, Ilya’s tongue warm on the pad of his thumb.
“S’good, more” Shane whines, as Ilya’s hand tightens on his hip, makes Shane strain against it to try and meet Ilya’s thrusts, his body jolting as if Ilya was fucking him up the couch. Ilya increases the pace, the couch rocks a little with the heavy movements of their strong bodies, and Shane’s cock has soaked his boxers through, adding a rough wet slip to the hit line of Ilya’s cock rutting against his.
Ilya’s next thrust drives the sensitive head of his cock against Shane’s, a rough pulsing of their cocks of their need, Shane can feel the hot thick weight of Ilya’s cock, his cock, all of ilya is his and fuck it feels so good the heady aching drag drag drag and Ilya turns his face and bites at Shane’s cheek and the soft pain of it makes Shane cum, gasping and shaking as he does, thighs flexing as pleasure shimmers down from his cock through him, all the way down to the soles of his feet.
Ilya growls and presses Shane so hard into the couch it makes him grunt from the force of it, Shane can feel the wetness of his cum soaked between them, through his sweatpants against Ilya’s and Ilya lets outs ragged moan before he’s coming, mouth dropped open, canine teeth pressed to the apple of Shane’s cheek as he shakes through it.
Ilya collapses heavy on Shane between one breath and he next, mutters out a low curse in Russian and Shane nods against Ilya’s hair, wiggles his toes and wraps his legs over Ilya’s body.
He feels shot, trembly warm and half asleep still, dizzy and floaty with pleasure, almost drunk.
“Pervert” Ilya mutters after a moment, his hand shoving into Shane’s sweats to feel the wet mess inside. Shane whines, shivers when his fingers brush his softening cock.
“Am not” Shane gruffs and curls his hips when Ilya strokes his fingers down behind his balls, fingers wet with Shane’s cum.
“You are right, you are freaky little sex pervert. Details important” Ilya yawns, jaw clicks and he pulls back to look down at Shane, his flushed face, half open sleepy dark eyes, the way he stares back at Ilya, lips parted. Starving sleepy horny little monster. Ilya needs to eat him in one bite.
Shane is frowning at him, probably due to the pervert comment but the furrow of his brows his so pretty is just makes Ilya smile.
“Is ok sweetheart I am also sex pervert. So this is very good” Ilya smiles, and Shane rolls his eyes and Ilya wraps a hand around Shane’s thigh and pushes up, finger slides back and finds his hole and oh.
“Oh” Shane sighs, eyes flutter and Ilya smirks, tilts his head down and fits their mouths together, kisses him slow and open mouthed, his whole body pulses with exhaustion and fatigue but he’d never be too tired to fuck his pretty little sex freak boy, especially after waking him so nicely.
Shane and Ilya laying in bed post fuck, Shane sprawled on his back still, Ilya between his legs, Shane’s thighs loosely pressed to Ilya’s sides, Ilya is still inside Shane, he’ll stay like that till he too soft for his cock to stay there, because Shane loves it, feeling full till the last moment and Ilya does too, loves how Shane whines if he even feels like Ilya is going to pull out. Shane is all big wet brown eyes and sleepy blinks, his arms are wrapped around Ilya’s neck, hands holding on to his opposite elbows, cradling Ilya close to him. Shane’s stomach is still tensing and jumping, ebbing out the last of his orgasm and he’s nuzzling his nose and lips in slow nuzzles against Ilya’s curls.
Ilya adores him like this, like a kitten nuzzling, when he rubs his face into some part of Ilya- any part of him, like he’s trying to push his way into his body, covering his senses in Ilya, pleasure seeking with Ilya’s body.
Ilya shivers when Shane clenches around him, thighs shifting against Ilya’s sides as he adjusts himself. “Sorry” Shane sighs and Ilya shakes his head, smoothes his hands down Ilya’s sides, rubs a flat hand over his tummy. “No no, just sensitive, sweetheart” and then he’s pulling back from Shane’s nuzzling, looking down at him all flush faced and staring up at Ilya like, like something impossible, like Ilya could never have dreamed of- with reverence, adoration. He blinks heavy and his arms tighten around Ilya’s neck, as if making sure he’ll stay close.
“You okay?” Ilya asks and Shane nods, beams and there’s a smudge of saliva on his chin, his mouth is so shiny with spit and there’s some come wet between his pecs from his own orgasm and Ilya feels like an animal, a frantic thing a predator for how much he desires Shane, is consumed by him, how he needs him in the most human basic primal sense. He feels dizzy at being the one trusted by Shane to have this, his pleasure.
“Sooooo good” Shane exhales, his face happy and open, so fucking open, so comfortable in himself and arches his back in a small stretch, presses his shoulder blades down into the bed, wriggles his hips a bit and he’s going to kill Ilya one of these days.
“Soooo good” Ilya echos back, so happy he feels fucking stupid, cups Shane’s cheek and rubs his thumb over Shane’s pretty red mouth the dark pout of it, the full bottom lip that pushes out. Ilya leans down and bites Shane’s mouth, the whole shape of it between his cheek and then takes his bottom lip onto his mouth, bites and sucks at it. His hands open and warm rub up and down Shane’s sides in slow heavy touches.
“You are so good” Ilya mumbles as he pulls back, knocks their noses together and pulls back further to watch the way Shane’s head tilts forward to chase Ilya’s mouth.
“Always a good boy” Ilya rubs his lips against the corner of Shane’s mouth, feels the way he shivers with the words and drags his mouth down and bites at his chin.
“Was so fucking hot, always is, my perfect boy. my perfect perfect boy” Ilya kisses his way over Shane’s face as he says it, watches the blush splotch on his cheeks and neck.
“Your boy” Shane mumbles back and Ilya heart squeezes, pounds pounds pounds. Ilya’s hands smooth over Shane’s thighs, up to his waist and cuddle around him pulling them flush flush together, Shane up off the bed.
Shane turns his face, trying to find Ilya’s mouth again and Ilya smiles. Shane is always so extra kissey like this.
Ilya kisses his once, twice, a third time with a wet lick of his tongue and Shane is groaning happily into it, tangling his fingers into Ilya’s hair and pulling him in like their could be a physical way to be closer than this. Shane’s teeth mash against Ilya’s at his excitement to kiss, eagerness and Ilya pulls back slow, tiny peck as he pulls away, tilts his head up and down to rub his mouth over Shane’s swollen one.
Ilya pulls back enough to see his face, and dies again a thousand small deaths at the face of his love, dark eyes glowing and small smile warm and a sweet magnet to Ilya, mirroring each small movement of his head, a tiny thread of gold ties them together, Ilya is sure of it, the way they move as one.
“Yeah Shane, my boy” Ilya agrees and reaches up to smooth his fingertips over Shane’s mouth Shane nuzzles up into his fingertips and Ilya traces his swollen mouth, feels the exhales from his nose, pushes his fingertips in just so to feel the wet and warmth, where his tongue had just been. Ilya thinks he’d live between Shane’s molars if he could.
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Some things that the Centaurs hear while sharing a locker room/hotel/bus/plane with Hollonov that blast open their communal third eye with regards to what Shane and Ilya have going on:
- "Show it to me. I know you got hit, show me. Mm. Is very painful? Mm. You on your side tonight, I think."
- "No, my baby, you'll come to Monk's. Drink two beers, talk to people who are not me. Mm, no, not Troy either. He is basically shorter you."
- "...just a little longer, I think, and then maybe a trim, just so is not in your eyes when you skate--"
- "Ah, no, he doesn't like drinking his coffee black. Oat milk, two sugars. I know what he does but is not what he likes. What, Shane, do I lie?"
- "Give me number. Ah-ah. One higher, I think. I know you like even numbers, baby."
- "Ask nicely."
- "...and then I take you home and--fuck off, Dykstra, I am coming onto my husband. You never heard of flirting? We are in the back of bus, it was private until you came back here--"
- "Here, made you tea. Something special in it for you."
- "...lunch from that Greek place? Nice. Okay, Shane will have--"
- "...thin walls, huh? Bet they can hear you. Let them hear you. Say my name. Yes, baby, fuck. Louder."
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uhhhhh hey we've all seen this post and went "ahahaha that's sooooo me buck" right? well :) what if. it was buck. under the cut for pure filth :) warning for daddy kink and crossdressing what for sex reasons.
"Treat like you? Dressed up so sweet for me?" Tommy snaps the elastic waistband of Buck's skirt, and it makes him jump, forcing Tommy's fingers to press against his prostate and making Buck whine. "Nah, think I'm gonna savour this, baby."
The pet name has Buck shuddering. "Please," he begs, and he isn't sure if he's asking for Tommy to hurry anymore, or if he's asking for him to keep his promise and savour Buck.
"And anyway, you had four men fuck you today, sure, but did they all get you off, sweetheart?" Buck shakes his head, whining again as Tommy's fingers slide slick, fucking in and out of him. Matt, the last guy, was here for barely twenty minutes, and he definitely didn't care if Buck actually got off. That's hot in its own way, just being used like that, but Buck wants to come so bad his teeth ache.
Tommy tsks. "It's okay. I'll treat you right." Fingers pressing down, Tommy rubs Buck's prostate as he asks, "Can I eat you out, baby?"
"Hngf?" Buck responds. He's never had anyone eat his ass before, but if Tommy is offering — "Fuck yes, Daddy."
There's no hesitation, Tommy just dives right in, licking around his fingers, sucking at Buck's rim, sliding his wet tongue into Buck alongside his fingers. It's a whole new sensation, and weird for sure, but when Tommy moans, Buck sinks further into his pillow with a sigh.
"Mhm, Daddy, 's nice, but I need — yeah." The hand Tommy must have been using to hold himself up wraps around Buck's cock, and Tommy's face digs deeper into Buck's ass. He starts stroking loosely, and Buck thrusts between Tommy's tongue in him and his hand on Buck's dick.
It feels so fucking good, knowing Tommy's making a mess of him. There's absolutely a puddle of drool under his cheek, he can feel Tommy's spit dripping down his balls, and his dick is leaking precome, Tommy spreading it over his cock with each stroke of his big hand.
It isn't long before Buck's sobbing out, and Tommy pulls back to tease, "Don't cry, baby. Don't want your mascara to run. Your makeup looks so pretty," his breath hot against Buck's ass.
I literally go a little more insane every time I think about Ilya sitting there having the worst emotional whiplash of his life with cum on his hand and cum on his stomach and cum on his Rick Owens and reaching out his hand (Which has cum on it) because Shane is walking away and he is in the world's most awkward pose (because he has cum all over him) and two minutes ago literally less than two minutes ago he so visibly thought the words he's mine that the world fucking shook and the world had to fucking punish him for that so now he's been subjected to the world record speedrun of nut to post-nut clarity. The cum is not dry it is not just fresh it is WARM
Anyway this is all to say do we think that Ilya ever during those two weeks of summer-tinged emotional catharsis and sexual bliss puts Shane on the couch at the cottage and loves on him and then comes on his chest and stomach and then yanks his hair back and snarles into Shane's still-open mouth "You aren't allowed to fucking move until I tell you," and then leaves Shane there while the sun goes down and then when he comes back he stands in front of Shane in the dark for a very long time and finally says, "On your knees," and Shane hits his knees before the words are even fully out of Ilya's mouth and Ilya presses his thumb into the flaky-dried cum on Shane's chest and says, "You can speak," and Shane babbles out sorry after sorry as he kisses Ilya's stomach and thighs and hips and cock and Ilya just. Fucking takes him apart. Then afterward Ilya spoons up behind Shane's still-quivering body on the carpet and presses the softest kisses there and says, "Do not ever run away from our bed again."
"It was a couch." Pedantry is in Shane's fucking bones, apparently.
And Ilya bites and says, "Our bed is wherever I kiss you or fuck you or hit you or make you cry. If you are scared or mad or sad you tell me and I will stay with you in our bed until I make it better. We don't leave our bed until we can leave it together."
"I'm sorry," Shane says again, "I shouldn't have--"
"It's over now," Ilya tells him, because it is. "You came back, didn't you? Back to our bed? Yes you did. My good boy."
"Always come back," Shane mumbles, and Ilya doesn't know if it's a demand or a promise, but it doesn't matter because it's the same thing in the end.
I'm very attached to shane got his autism from one or both of his parents but none of them are diagnosed because it presents the very funny idea of their house naturally having habits/accomodations that are normal for them and thus never get brought up but that of course ilya wouldn't know about
like they're all used to calling out a warning before something loud ("blender!") just as a heads up because yes of course you would warn everyone around you about incoming loud noise
which means one day ilya is helping clean up a potted plant that got knocked over but turns on the vacuum without a warning, making yuna and shane look at him like he just betrayed them
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"I was told there would be cake". Bucktommy for five sentences game! 🤭🫶
“I was told there would be cake,” Tommy said dryly.
Buck gasped dramatically. “Are you saying you only came home for cake? Mr. Kinard-Buckley, are you using me for my baking skills?”
Tommy pulled Buck into his lap. “Well, Mr. Buckley-Kinard, you did promise taste tests for the grooms’ cakes when I got home.”
“The frosting is just setting, then you can have some,” Buck turned to snuggle into Tommy more comfortably. “We have got to figure out the hyphenation, we can’t keep changing it.”
“We can do whatever the hell we want, that’s the whole point,” Tommy said. “We can pick a whole new name if you want.”
“Well, I’ve actually been thinking about just Kinard, no hyphenation,” Buck told him. “If you’d be okay with that.”
Tommy’s arms tightened around him. “Yeah, definitely.” His voice sounded a little wobbly.
“Are you about to cry on me?” Buck asked.
“No,” Tommy denied, just as Buck saw a tear roll down his cheek.
“I better change my bet about who cries first at the ceremony,” Buck mused, wiping Tommy’s cheek and placing a kiss there instead.
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