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It’s Shane’s first time standing this close to him off the ice, the first time he smells Rozanov’s scent, the gentle smoke of burning wood shot through with a fresh, pure note of eucalyptus. It’s . . . pleasant he decides. Shane can’t help from turning his head towards Rozanov and inhaling deeply, hoping it’s not noticed.

A few quick photos and they’re ushered off the stage. Shane takes off through a side hallway, eager to sneak back to his hotel room before anyone can direct him back to the floor.

He can hear Rozanov behind him, but maybe the kid needs a break too, or maybe he’s lost. Shane starts to turn around to see what he needs when he’s suddenly checked into the wall.

Rozanov pins him in with his hips and presses Shane’s shoulders hard against the wall with his hands.

“What the absolute fuck, Rozanov?” Shane yells, bucking against his hold.

Rozanov grunts in response. Fuck, Shane thinks, he’s in rut, what a huge headache this is going to be.

“Mine,” Rozanov rumbles, and Shane can feel him, hard and huge against his hip. And it’s not that the temptation is not very much there, but Shane can’t imagine the gossip if he lets this young of an alpha fuck him.

“Shh, shh, yours - I’m yours,” Shane lets himself croon. Rozanov tilts his head studying Shane, his pupils are huge and his handsome face is flushed. Shane tilts back his head and Rozanov immediately crowds his face against Shane’s neck, licking and nipping at the exposed skin.

Shane lets himself go boneless, god, is he tempted, he’s so wet and Rozanov is grinding his hips into Shane’s.

“Mine, mine, mine,” Rozanov gasps and then shudders, coming in his pants, groaning into Shane’s shoulder as the aftershocks hit him.

Shane does not laugh but he can’t help from snorting. He takes advantage of Rozanov’s incapacitation and brings one of Rozanov’s surprisingly elegant hands to his mouth, sliding his lips down until he meets the inner wrist.

In one quick bite, Shane sinks his fangs in Rozanov’s skin and fills him with venom. Rozanov collapses and Shane gingerly shakes his foot loose from under one of his legs.

He pulls out his cell phone and scrolls until he sees Marleau’s number.

Shane: you need to pick up Rozanov

and marlow is just like oh hey roz did you wanna share man, isn’t hollander so fucking pretty, he’s taking me so good, like he’s born to suck cock, isn’t that crazy who knew

and shane won’t even look at ilya, is sucking marlow with his eyes closed and his dick bulging in his joggers, just making nasty slurping choking noises on marlow's cock which is bigger than ilya’s and it's never bothered him before but fuck it sure does now

but ilya just shrugs and says yes okay, I will use his ass while he sucks you, we will put montreal in its place 

ilya grabs shane’s hips and forces him onto all fours but shane still won’t acknowledge him, and when he yanks down shane’s joggers he sees shane’s hole is already wet and loose, fucking hell, most guys just suck dick in the winner’s room but shane fucking prepped for marlow, like he wanted this, like he planned it  

ilya wants to cry but he also wants to come so he shoves his cock inside shane’s dripping hole, but shane's pretending he's not there, and marlow’s grinning at him as he fucks shane’s face, lifts up his hand and says high five man, what a fuckin beauty huh, oh shit, I’m gonna come 

marlow pulls back and jerks himself as ilya pounds into shane, and he knows he’s being too rough, but he wants a reaction, and god, why hasn't he texted shane back

shane starts babbling — come on me, marlow, give me all the cum that big fat cock has been making for me, want it so bad, you were the better player today, you deserve this, mark me with your cum and show everyone you’re the winner, you’re the winner, marlow, yeah—

and ilya’s best friend comes all over shane’s face with a roar, that big stupid monster cock pumping out impossible, endless spurts of cum that drip from shane’s freckles 

and ilya doesn’t want to come like this, not while shane is crying for his friend's cock, but shane feels so good on his dick, his hole clenching like he’s close, and ilya just can’t help it — he comes while shane is moaning marly, marly