going off of that one post you made, would you write something about cliff trying out guys/gay sex (and telling ilya about it)? I love the idea that he's a little bisexual
asdghgfds we all love a good bi marly <3
my prompts are now closed as I am working through my backlog, but my ask box remains open for yapping, headcanons etc. :)
"Why is Marleau calling you?" Shane squinted at Ilya's phone on the table. They were currently in a beautiful and very private hotel resort in Spain, enjoying the off-season and a gorgeous breakfast on their bungalow balcony. "It's the middle of the night in Boston."
Ilya picked up his phone, frowning at it. "Maybe he is drunk," he said dryly, and tapped the accept call button, followed by the speaker button. Marleau's voice was so loud that Shane would hear, anyway. "Hello, asshole," Ilya said.
"Heeey cocksucker," Marleau replied; Shane raised his eyebrows at Ilya, who ignored him.
"Why are you calling me while I am having a romantic and very sexy vacation with my husband?" Ilya asked. "Do you miss me so much?"
"Always, brother." Marleau laughed, but even Shane could hear that it wasn't quite natural. Ilya seemed to pick up on it, too, because he asked, "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, uuuuh, listen..." Shane could see Marleau's big, dumb, handsome face in his mind's eye. He was probably drunk, considering the hour. Shane took a very suspenseful sip of his orange juice, waiting to hear more. "...so, uh, you know how you always talk about how sex with guys is awesome?"
Ilya's frown deepened. "Yes, I always talk about this. How sex with my handsome and perfect husband is awesome." He gave Shane a wink, and Shane rolled his eyes at him.
"Yeah, so," Marly continued, "I thought I'd give it a try."
Shane chocked on his orange juice, but tried to stay silent as to not give himself away. Ilya gave him a wide-eyed, very intrigued grin, then reached out to pat Shane's back to keep him from choking. "Wow. You fucked a guy? Which guy?"
"Friend of a friend," Marly said, "He's this like, hot asian guy- what do you call it, a twink?"
Shane felt his eyes grow even wider. Ilya had a hand over his mouth now to keep himself from either laughing or screaming.
"-total coincidence on the asian part, dude, y'know," Marleau rambled, "But somehow we started talking about how maybe I'd like to give it the good ol' college try, so he was like let's do it. He came over, and he sucked my dick which, woah dude, you're so right, guys just know what they're doing, right?"
"Yes," Ilya confirmed, voice flat from trying to keep it together.
"-so he blows me, right?" Marleau was clearly getting into the story now, sounding fond in a strangely endearing way as he talked about this hook-up, "and it was like, holy shit, dude, and he was like, it's fine, just come, so I came in his mouth, and I thought, y'know, we'd just stop but he was like, do you still want to fuck me? So we just kinda made out for a while until I was ready to go again, and I tried sucking his dick and shit, dude it's so hard!"
Shane sat there, completely frozen. He knew, obviously, that Marly and Ilya shared sex stories much more openly than Shane ever had with any of his male friends (he did share some things with Rose, but not like this). But the level of detail was astounding.
"Did you like it?" Ilya asked, "Sucking dick?"
Shane thanked every available entity that their bungalow was very, very private.
"Um, yeah, I guess? It was interesting, I didn't not like it."
"Maybe you need to try again, a few times," Ilya suggested idly.
"Yeah, dude, for sure. So, once I was ready to go again he, like, got on top- I didn't even know two guys could do it cowgirl- or I guess, cowboy- style, it's fucking awesome, you learn something new everyday! But he said, since my dick's so big he need to kind of be in control, and so he rode me."
"Yeah, it was fucking awesome, dude. Like, I've done anal before with girls but it's obviously different but just seeing him get off like that from it was so fucking nice, like I get what you said about Hollander coming on your dick being so fucking awesome-"
Shane gasped, slapping Ilya's thigh, feeling himself blush violently. Ilya grabbed his wrist and held his hand there, giving him a very unconvincingly apologetic grin.
"So, yeah, it was super fucking hot." Shane could hear the self-satisfied grin in Marleau's voice.
"Are you going to fuck him again?" Ilya asked.
"Dunno, maybe," Marly replied, a little too causal. There was a two-second pause, then he added, "So, uh... how did you figure out you were bi?"
"Marly, I think you are past this now," Ilya told him dryly. "I am taking credit for this by the way."
"You can, brother!" Marleau laughed, "You got me onto something."
"Yes." Now Ilya was the one looking self-satisfied. "Next time, you must try eating his ass."
"Woah, dude. Wait, let me write this down."
"Oh my god," Shane whispered, letting his forehead fall to the edge of their breakfast table.
"Do you think I will get better at hockey now?" Marly asked, sounding entirely too serious.
"Yes, of course," Ilya answered just as seriously, "Statistically, having gay sex makes you better at hockey. Will be good for Boston, ah? Better do it some more."
"On it, Cap," Marley replied.
Shane closed his eyes, and tried not to imagine it.
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