Don't Smoke Crayolas

"imagine not wanting to eat your own wife out. how very sad. too bad i am a happily taken man now, i would have helped her back then."

shane rolls his eyes and elbows him. "oh my god ilya, shut up." but there's a smile on his face as he says it. they look at each other and laugh before kissing quick and sweet.

ilya looks over at the pikes and notices jackie giving hayden a look, while he has crossed his arms and is staring at the ground. it clicks for ilya immediately.

"pike, please do not tell me that you are also this neglectful to your missus?? she gives you four babies and you cannot eat her pussy?!? jackie, rybka, i am so sorry about this. i know many men who will do this for you, and are also much better hockey players."

"you better shut the fuck up rozanov!!! and besides, you're a piece of shit for talking about eating pussy when you're with a MAN who is sitting right next to you!!!"

ilya shrugs. "what, you think he does not know that i was with women before we got together?"

hayden huffs and glares at him like he's trying to kill him with his eyes.

"and besides," ilya begins, a wide smirk spreading across his face.

"ilya..." shane softly warns.

he pretends he didn't hear anything as he leans forward in his seat. "i happily eat shanya's pussy too. any chance i get. i thank him for giving me the privilege. is an honor."

"ilya!" shane shrieks, his face turning beet red as he covers it with his hands.

jackie bursts out laughing, and hayden genuinely looks like he might throw up.