CantthinkstraightHR

Ohhhh high school reunion! I don't think Shane would care but I do think Ilya would be getting the rundown on Shane's high school experience (mostly fine, he was good at sports and good looking so he was medium popular, moved around a lot due to hockey, ilya voice "uhuh and your first girlfriends name was what Hollander?") to see if he needs to bully someone back (shane voice "I wasn't bullied in high school, ilya why do you think I was bullied" ilya voice "cause I would have bullied you my love") but also because he likes it when Shane shows off and whats more show off-y then two millionaire hockey superstars showing up to the 20 year class reunion.

Ilya keeps one, two fingers in Shane's mouth throughout the entire thing.

"You like it?" he keeps asking between the snap-snap-snap of hips, and Shane’s reply is always so sweet and so pliant and so muffled. Cheeks flushed, forehead sweaty, legs dangling wherever Ilya's body moves them.

He puts in a third. Digit after digit shove in and force Shane's jaw to open wide. Teeth scrape the knuckles, and Ilya’s fingers are warm and wetter than Shane's cock.

"You like it?" Ilya asks again.

Shane tries to answer, tries to move his tongue around a word, laps it against Ilya's skin like a dog instead. Chokes when the fingers push deeper, tears welling.

"I asked a question," Ilya pants, driving himself into Shane as deep as his fingers. Inches of Ilya buried as far as they can go. "You like it?"

Shane moans hopelessly around Ilya's hand, back arching.

"Stupid little puppy," Ilya croons, swaying his body, one never ending push, "can't even talk. Made for being filled like this, hm?"

Shane hmmms in response. Or in a plea. His throat is a beautiful tint of red, his jaw slack, breaths deep and ragged.

They are also, crucially, having the filthiest and nastiest sex that two guys in their twenties with an extremely willing monogamous partner can think up. Things are WILD. They are Yes And'ing each other in ways that they are legit going to have to process by sitting quietly alone in a room for an entire day at some point in the future.

They're going at it raw, of course. Ilya is spitting in his mouth and making Shane thank him for the privilege, then calling him a slut when he does. Shane is letting Ilya chase him through the woods. He's wrapping Ilya's fingers around his neck and begging while Ilya tightens his grip. Ilya decides at one point that if Shane can't come on his cock alone then he doesn't get to come. Shane doesn't receive oral a single time at the Cottage without having to swallow his own cum. Ilya walks around with a piece of gauze on his forearm because Shane bit him and drew blood. Ilya fucks Shane with his nose way up inside Shane's armpit the entire time, huffing and licking. Ilya comes on Shane's face in the shower and Shane is so far down and loves the feeling of being marked so much that he asks Ilya to piss on him. Shane is never more than two minutes away from having Ilya's tongue or dick in one of his holes, no warning given aside from a command to spread his legs or get on his knees.

Shane has watched it ten times already and thumbs it back to the beginning where a shirtless Ilya Rozanov holds court in the press scrum after beating the Drillers in their own barn. His chest and face are flushed and Shane’s eyes can’t help but catch on the trail of hair at his navel, dark and matted down with sweat.

Rozanov stares straight into the camera as he takes questions.

“Ilya, at the beginning of the season, you said you were going to be the one to win Hollander’s breeding rights, ‘a pup and the cup this year,’ I believe it was. You still feel like that’s going to happen?”

“Long term deal, 8 years, and just one breeding season, guaranteed no additional breeding seasons if he resigns,” Farah explains, contract spread out over the conference room table. “Option to declare midseason as long as it’s by February 1st.”

“That’s what Scott Hunter had in his contract, that worked out, didn’t it Shane? Scheduled knee surgery and rehabbed from both the baby and the injury in the same year,” his mom says, her glasses edged down the bridge of her nose as she takes a closer look.

“He still has one more heat promised to the Admirals though - if you only had one - a lot of strategic opportunities there, we’d want to make sure you were the only one that year, I’d think.”

“Of course, huge marketing potential and the ability to use it if he needs a longer recovery for something else,” Farah agreed. “Montreal wouldn’t have made this offer on their own I don’t think, too much money on the table with the excitement of a breeding season of an omega of Shane’s caliber, but they’ll definitely match.”

Shane comes out of the closet sometime after Scott does, and in some random, lighthearted interview, they ask him what he's looking for in a man. And Shane's just, off-hand like, "Well, he'd have to have at least one Stanley Cup. Obviously." And when he gets a good reaction from that, he keeps going, like "Needs to be amazing at hockey. Definitely needs to be at least an All-Star, if not a captain. Hot too. If he can't bench-press me, I'm not interested."