hop along with the giddy throng

—

“Fuck, I need you inside me, like, yesterday.”

Ilya gives a short, breathless laugh into Shane’s neck, biting his bare shoulder. “Wow, wow. So desperate for it, you can’t even wait to give me proper hello.”

“This is your hello, asshole,” Shane grits out, his hands pawing at Ilya’s clothes, as clumsy and greedy as Ilya feels. They’ve barely made it two steps inside their home, Ilya’s bag dropped carelessly at their feet. 

“No ‘welcome home, my wonderful husband’,” Ilya pants, squeezing one of Shane’s pecs. “No ‘how was your trip, love of my life, tell me everything’...”

“Later,” Shane hisses, with a sinful roll of his hips. Ilya growls, crowding him back into the wall of their entranceway, and Shane draws him into his rhythm so they’re grinding like teenagers.

Ilya’s so fucking hard. He’s been hard since the goddamn taxi from the airport, since Shane started texting him all Really missed your dick and I need to be filled so bad, in that matter-of-fact way of his.

“Baby, please,” Shane moans, tipping his head back, eyes gone soft and glistening as his long lashes flutter, pretty pink lips hanging open all swollen and wet. It’s unfair, really.

“Yes, yes,” Ilya manages, nodding jerkily. “I know. You need this cock. I will fuck you like you deserve, lyubimyy.”

A bead of sweat trickles down the nape of his neck, beneath his jacket and t-shirt. Something about being fully clothed with Shane in only his favourite worn-soft grey sweatpants drives him out of his mind. Shane’s cock twitches against Ilya’s hip through the thin material, and Ilya knows he’s wearing nothing underneath. Beautiful, eager little slut.

Ilya’s stomach tightens, balls tingling, electricity thrumming through him. Shit, he’s in trouble. He should pull back. Take a breath. But he just—can’t find the strength to tear away.

They kiss messy and open-mouthed, smearing spit over his lips and chin, and Ilya’s hips thrust clumsily with a mind of their own. He moans at the filthy friction of it, at the solid warmth of Shane’s body under his. He’s missed it. He needs it.

He shoves his hands down the back of Shane’s sweats, hauling him closer and shamelessly groping his ass.

“Fuck, yeah, yeah, please,” Shane moans, clinging to Ilya’s shoulders and trying to wrap a leg around him. “C’mon, baby. Fuck me.”

Ilya’s eyes squeeze shut as his cock kicks, pulsing a hot spill of pre-come into his boxers. He can’t stop grinding forward, chasing that too-much-not-enough, Shane squirming and whining as they pant into each others’ mouths. Ilya grips his ass tight enough to bruise, shakes his cheeks a little to feel them jiggle, then parts them.

His fingertips brush Shane’s hole, and oh, fuck. It’s soft and open and so fucking wet, and it yields so sweetly under his touch—

“I got ready—” Shane gasps, and that’s it.

The orgasm slams through him, stealing his breath and leaving him humping forward gracelessly, driving Shane into the wall with the force of it. He buries his flushed-red face into Shane’s hair, moaning when the familiar scent of his shampoo sends another violent pulse through his body. It feels endless, spilling and spilling into his pants, the filthy-wet slide of his boxers over his sensitive cock only drawing it out as he mindlessly ruts against Shane.

“Oh my god,” Ilya groans weakly.

“Oh my god,” Shane echoes in disbelief, but he holds him close as he quivers through it, shoving his knee up for Ilya to ride it out. His big hands sweep soothingly over his back.

Ilya swallows when the aftershocks fade out and a quiet pause settles between them. It’s Shane who pushes him back, forcing him to meet Shane’s eyes. There’s an apology on his lips, but Shane kisses it away, cupping his face with both hands and laughing sweetly into it.

“You laugh at me,” Ilya complains, but he’s smiling too, dazed and stupid and lovedrunk.

“No.” Shane shakes his head, rubbing the tips of their noses together. Ilya winces a little as his oversensitive dick twitches at that. Fuck, he really is in love. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

Ilya smiles wider, chest puffing up, and pulls Shane into a deep kiss. Shane sighs into it, languidly sliding his tongue along Ilya’s, before he pushes at Ilya’s chest again.

“So, wait… which one of us were you calling desperate?”

—

Imagine Scott’s at an all star game, drunk off his ass at the bar. Shane walks in and leans on the bar and Scott notices that Shane’s not wearing his wedding ring. Shane always wears his ring off the ice, there have been fucking articles about how Ilya wears his on a chain and Shane doesn’t

Scott audibly sighs and Shane looks over at him. Scott’s too drunk not to say, “Fuck, sorry, I’m just so glad I’m not alone. When did it happen? It was the fucking media, right? That was part of it for us. All this pressure to be perfect. Who can live up to that?”

Shane’s like, “Uh. What?”

Scott’s like, “Sorry. Probably still fresh, huh? It is for me. I’m just glad I won’t be the only gay divorcé in the league. Hey maybe we could time our announcements so they come out at the same time? Soften the blow for each other? Or, no, that could get political fast” Scott keeps drunkenly rambling on

shane's on a red carpet for some event or whatever and ilya whispers something in his ear and walks away. unbeknownst to either of them, the microphone catches just the faintest whisper of "—uffed to the headboard—" (or something else of equally freaked up nature) and shane, completely poker faced, just turns back to the slack-jawed interviewer with his usual media trained answer to whatever question he'd just been asked.

But he doesn't know who Bad Bunny is, and Bad Bunny doesn't know who Shane is... So they're both just making small talk with this hot guy they met at the bar while they wait for their drinks. They're enjoying talking to someone who doesn't know their celebrity status. And Shane is getting a little flustered despite being married, because damn if this guy isn't his type, and Bad Bunny is lowkey flirting with him.

And then Ilya shows up and has a heart attack. Alternating between fanboying over Bad Bunny and wanting to fight him. Just standing there frozen with this bonkers expression on his face.

Te vi llegal al bar, tu belleza es inusual

Pequitas en los cachetes, me pregunto donde más ( en las thighs)

Los que no hablan, jaja son los que se portan mal

Si tu bato es celoso dile que puedo pelear

De que vas, todos dicen que en el ice te trata nice

Si yo fuera tuyo baby serías mi más grande vice

Yo no se nada de hockey, tu me puedes enseñar

En esos ojos grandotes, love, no dejo de pensar

Canadá si quieres te llevo pa Puerto Rico

El jersey que te traes bebé, fácil yo te lo quito

Se ve que eres bien freaky, calladito bien loquito

cosas maravillosas están sucediendo en los comentarios y tags

for anon who requested these as standalones <3

ilya domming & breeding kink version under the cut

Hudson Williams, #1 Shane Understander

I think Shane was a character who, soon as I read him, made all the sense to me. I felt immediately a kinship and an ownership over Shane. I was like, “I need to be the only person to tell this story. I get it. I want to be the person to be Shane and I want to spend time with him.” [x]

(sources below)

Masculinity is performative and because it is so nebulous and changing you are constantly have to re-assert it over and over again. And once you are deemed to no longer have it, it is almost impossible to get it back. (Please go watch Dr. Shawn's hot takes with citations on this concept). To associate with an openly gay man in their field is to draw into question their masculinity.

They liked Shane better as the efficient, sexless hockey robot than as the human being. So they tried to force him to stick to the role they’d assigned to him, instead of accepting him as a human being with complexity and strong emotions.

The real Shane was a quirky, neurotic guy who’d fallen deeply in love with his rival and risked his career to be with him. That wasn’t the Hollzy they wanted. That Hollzy was passionate, and inconveniently, not just about hockey. That Hollzy refused to apologize for being gay. Or, later, for falling in love with Ilya.

So they turned on him. But they did admire and even love him first. Even though they didn’t really know him. And reacted badly whenever he tried to show them the real person beneath the facade. Shane coming out to his team was him trying to be honest with them. Trying to share a part of his true self.

Because interspersed throughout these snapshots of shane and ilya training and winning cups and doing commercials, partying etc and just being around friends and family were also seeing that over time they're becoming not as present in their day to day lives anymore because they're too busy texting each other or staring at a screen and waiting for a text from the other person.

Like we see Svetlana having to briefly pull ilyas attention back into the world again when they're out partying and then we immediately see hayden pulling back shanes focus when theyre out running together because the both of them were distracted by their phones. We see ilya shift from kissing women and dancing and drinking and being present to rejecting a woman at the bar when hes sitting down staring at his phone instead (where we also see svetlana clock this straight after) then we shift to hayden glancing at shane whilst hes serving dinner with his family and noticing shane is sitting there too on his phone, checking texts from ilya.

Its such a subtle and interesting way of showing how gradually the stakes are beginning to change over time for them as their feelings deepen and it begins to affect where their attention and focus is. And its not just affecting personal lives too, we see a few commercials with shane where he is engaged and asking questions or looking straight at the camera screen before we shift to the director having to ask for shanes focus when he's looking down and texting during the filming of another commercial- suddenly shane isnt even present when hes supposed to be 'on' and working. And these are the two things theyve just set us up to show as intrinsic parts of their personalities!!!: ilya is the playful, party playboy and shane is the serious, workaholic good boy. But now they're so caught up in each other that neither of them are fully present to enjoy or focus on those things that took up such big space in their lives beforehand.