Days seem sometimes as if they'll never end

# (ALMOST) EVERY TIME SHANE MADE ILYA ROZANOV SMILE

“What the fuck shane” and he’s maybe a little hard, and Shane is like “I mean it’s really hot. I like it. I just think you’d suck at pulling out” and he’s got a little smirk and Ilya is like woooow. Turns into bickering which turns into play fighting which turns into dry humping- which turns into Shane on his back with his legs slung over Ilya’s hips, Ilya pushing into him bare and slick with lube.

Once he’s all the way inside, mouth panting against Shane’s, Shane stroking his hand through his hair he’s like “make sure you pull out okay?” And Ilya pulls back to catch Shane’s eye and that little gleam he gets in it and oh game on. Ilya is like “of course baby, don’t wanna get you pregnant, metros stand no chance without next season if you’re knocked up” and Shane’s mouth drops open and his cock throbs between them and he lets out a tiny choked sound and oh. Ilya will be investigating that more later.

But it Shane so it’s game on and he swallows and he says “mm only if you can’t control yourself big boy” and Ilya hates how much that turns him on- and then they’re fucking and Shane is squirmy and loud under him, hands all over Ilya’s chest and neck and face and down his back and gripping at his ass and Ilya loooves that he can fuck him like this now, on his back and glued close and not hiding anything between them anymore. Ilyas getting close and his brain is swimming because he won’t prove Shane right- he won’t but fuck it feels so fucking good and Shane is so tight and wet and perfect around him and his cock looks so pretty throbbing and jolting with Ilya’s thrusts and he loves the way Shane shakes around him after he’s cum and Ilya keeps fucking him through it till he fills him and he wants that and he- he can’t he’s going to be good.

And then shane is kissing him, pulling at his hair, scratching at his scalp and saying “m close” Ilya all low and soft and fuck Ilya loves him and only Ilya gets him like this and they both need this so badly- it’s the whole universe, how good this feels. And Ilya needs Shane to feel good, he’s nodding, kissing Shane back the best he can as he fucks him, harder, deeper, presses his legs apart further the leverage down and in the way Shane loves and Shane is whining, throwing his head back and mumbling “Ilya Ilya” and Ilya might die, like this, he thinks one day because it’s too good. It’s already heaven.

“Let go sweetheart” Ilya is mumbling and shane is nodding and he’s slurring out “don’t cum, don’t cum inside remember, you can’ get me preg-” and Ilya is fucking him harder then, Shane’s words stuttering off and he cums, back bowed and all over his stomach and chest and he’s so fucking tight round Ilya and Ilya is so fucking close. So close. He needs to cum- but he needs to cum inside Shane.

He’s never once had an issue with pulling out, happy to cover tits or face or ass in his cum instead, but Shane is all dazed and shivery and post orgasm gorgeous on his cock and his hands are grabbing soft and open at Ilya’s back and neck, holding him close and Shane loves being full, Ilya knows this, Ilya loves filling him, he stays inside Shane after sex for as long as he can most times and it’s not right it’s not what he wants, to pull out of the warm secure home of Shane’s body, where he belongs, where Shane takes him like it’s devotion. Ilya is shivering, his shoulder wracking as he fucks Shane and his pace is slowed and he tries to force his hips to stay on the out stroke. To pull back- but he can’t, he can’t stop driving in, helpless little fucks of his good because this feels to good, being Shane’s, connected to him, fucking him open, fitting him on him he can’t make himself stop.

Ilya frowns and looks up at Shane and Shane is head back, mouth parted, soft smile as he takes Ilya’s thrusts, his hand on Ilya’s cheek now, thumb rubbing and Shane mumbles after a big content sigh “fuck baby I love your cock” and then Ilya is whining, low and driving into Shane, all the way, sinking his cock so deep it must hurt a bit for Shane, till he has no more space to go and he cums so hard his thigh and lower stomach cramp with it, Shaking as he ruts and pushes up up up into Shane, filling him.

everyone who hears this is like wtf shane that’s so morbid and creepy

Ilya sees a trend on social where a couple picks a color and then goes into a store and have to get the other person things in that color, in specific categories.

They pick red after a lively debate but it’s the color Shane is most ok with when it comes to random food items (he can’t really explain why but Ilya doesn’t need him to), and their categories are: a favorite snack (a treat, not overly healthy), a favorite drink (can’t be their two most likely drinks - coke and ginger ale), and something silly.

Shane is very confident picking out things for Ilya. He keeps an organized list of things Ilya likes in his notes app, so he starts scrolling through that as he wanders away from Ilya.

Ilya is going for vibes, as always, but also has an encyclopedia’s worth of Shane-knowledge locked forever in his brain.

Thirty minutes later they check out in different lines to prolong the surprise, even though Ilya is trying to sneak a peek the whole time.

They get out to Shane’s “boring” car and Ilya insists on going first. For the food he got the red wax Babybel cheeses. They’re hardly a treat for most, but cheese for Shane is practically a sin and Shane gets a soft smile on his face as he pulls them out of the bag. Next is a four pack of fancy blood orange ginger ale.

Shane: We said no ginger ale!

Ilya: Is not *just* ginger ale! Is blood orange! Very different thing!

Shane: Agree to disagree, but I will accept because I really want some ginger ale right now.

Last is a red crop top t-shirt from the women’s section. Shane’s a little confused until Ilya says, “This one is actually more a gift for me.” “Pervert!” Shane says as he balls up and throws the shirt in Ilya’s face. “Ok, my turn!”

Shane starts with the drink. He’d picked some horrible energy drink called something like “Red Card Raspberry” that has more Red Dye 40 in it than should be legal, but he knows Ilya loves these drinks and doesn’t allow himself to have them often because he knows Shane doesn’t like that he drinks them. “I will drink this before next run to be sure I beat you,” Ilya says while wagging his eyebrows at Shane.

Shane hmphs and moves on to the silly item he picked - a red slinky. Ilya scrunches his brows in confusion, but Shane explains, “It’s a slinky!” Which doesn’t mean anything to Ilya. Shane figured this might happen since Ilya’s childhood wasn’t very… fun. He pulls up a video on his phone and shows a slinky going down a set of stairs. Ilya’s face is lit up like he’s a five year old on his birthday morning, and Shane gets a smug little smile on his face. “We can try it out when we get home.” Ilya pulls him across the cars center console for a kiss.

Shane pulls away, “Hold on! There’s one more…” as he pulls out a red can of whipped cream. He knows Ilya likes to put it on his coffee, but they rarely keep it in the house.

Ilya is looking at Shane like he’s going to eat him.

Shane: You know, for your morning coffee?

Ilya: I think I will use it on something else.

The next morning the red crop top and empty red whipped cream can are thrown on their bedroom floor. Ilya and Shane are snuggled up together, and Shane looks up at Ilya. But Ilya’s looking at something on top of their dresser.

Shane: You’re thinking about the slinky, aren’t you?

Ilya: I think I’ve earned it, no?

shane being fully prepared to chew his own ego and roll his eyes half heartedly before he lets ilya take whatever he wants as he strips off his shirt when ilya tells him to before being entirely thrown off when ilya just goes ‘now put this on’ as he hands him a pyjama shirt. same thing goes for his pants. and shane is very thrown off course but is still trying to rib ‘this is really doing it for you huh?’, ‘i like these ones you know, i won’t be happy if you tear them’ etc etc and ilya just half humming in answer as he drags around THE Shane Hollander Greatest Hockey Player to ever step on ice, into the living room where he bundles the nearly 6 foot 200lbs man in blankets and orders dinner for them as he instructs shane to stay put, who eventually huffs from all of his teasing being turned down and his Plan for how this was supposed to go being thrown off and is all scrunched up in the face going ‘look i don’t know this game and if you just don’t wanna fuck tonight then just fucking say so jesus christ’ before ilya grabs his face and is all ‘this is what i want, turn on the tv and stay’

and shane gets to learn a whole new side of submission. where ilya holds him to his chest, occasionally tightening his grip until a sliver of visible skin turns a discoloured pale and ilya hums and loosens it again. insisting to feed shane despite how embarrassed it makes him (until shane starts squirming in the same way he did when ilya made him repeat that he was his slut until the syllables could no longer be classified as english). where shane’s head starts to fill up with cotton in a way it never had outside of sex. where ilya whispers a question to him about the game that was on the tv, a ‘what was his assist average last season?’ or a ‘hmm he should have just shot and not passed, yes?’ or even just ‘did you see that?’ and shane hums because he didn’t even realize he hadn’t been paying attention. he didn’t think he had to, he thought ilya was paying attention for him right now? and his big confused eyes meet ilyas and ilya hums in the same way a dragon does when it’s sat on top of all its treasures as he runs his fingers over shane’s face until the big eyes flutter shut and ilya leads him back into his place on his chest where shane’s head is perched on his shoulder so ilya can monitor his breathing. the slow but still mostly awake pattern that hitches whenever ilyas fingers stray just a inch too deep into the waistband of shane’s sleep pants before he brings his hand back out and soothes over the disturbed material until his breathing evens out again.

And at first, Shane is like fuck yeah I get to be a husband, and then halfway through the season he’s like guys… I feel the need to remind you that I’m actually Shane fucking Hollander

After getting involuntary outed, Shane loses a few endorsement deals. He doesn't really notice at first; of course Yuna told him, but he had way bigger things to worry about than doing fragrance commercial shots, thank you very much.

Ilya and he get married, they honeymoon in Ibiza, they do their hockey camp, Shane signs a deal with Ottawa. The dust settles a bit. Only then he realises that he didn't do an underwear commercial for Manmade, like every summer. And Yuna hasn't pestered him about Reebok for a while.

Shane doesn't really care, he always hated doing these adds and honestly, he made enough money to live comfortable for the rest of his life, so it's whatever.

But...but it's not whatever. Shane does care. It stings. He hates that it still feels like getting punished just for being who he is.

A luxury fragrance brand calls of a deal and at Yuna's inquiry they let Shane know that it doesn't have to do with Shane's sexual orientation (well, because that would be downright illegal to admit but okay), but rather that they don't see how their quite luxury concept and his boulevard paper, attention seeking lifestyle fit together. In other words, the shit show around their coming out was to messy for their liking. Another thing Shane is innocent of, another thing he gets punished for.

Fuck them, Ilya and Yuna say in unison and Shane has to smile again. Seriously. Fuck these companies. He's got everything he needs, everything he wants is just right here. Minus an additional Stanley Cup or two.

Ilya didn't do as many commercials as Shane did, but he lost a deal with Bugatti as well ("Thank fuck I sold that car before I came to Ottawa").

Still, Shane is getting more and more worried, which brands might want to let go of them next. Who really is to trust in that political climate? Which clothes will feel shitty on his skin, knowing the people behind them hate people like Ilya and him? Will they be ostracised forever?

He just waits for the call of Speedo or Under Armour, telling him that they don't want a gay man presenting his package on big billboards.

A few weeks pass, the season starts and Shane really can't worry about endorsement deals right now. He is even more annoyed, when Yuna tells him that there is this marketing guy who wants to talk to Shane directly, but he caves in after the third reminder.

The call leaves Shand actually a bit lightheaded, smiling brightly even. The money is decent but thst absolutely doesn't matter. What does matter was that Ilya and he had to extend their stay in Toronto after their next game.

When Shane tells Ilya about their appointment soon, they both start to laugh, and maybe there are a few tears hidden in it.

A few weeks later, after an easy win against Toronto, they enter the Varsity Arena, hand in hand, more than ready for their second CCM commercial shot together.

The producer Kim greats them enthusiastically, talking about the poetic beauty of doing another shot with the two best hockey players together over ten years after their iconic pre-rookie season shot. Kim quickly explains the concept behind their commercial: They want to fuse old footage and new shots together, emphasing the development of their skills on the ice. "From rivals to husbands. From rookies to legends. Always supported by CCM. With us players become champions."

Shane and Ilya almost burst into giggles again thinking about how supportive CCM, or more likey the showers in this Arena, had been on their way to become husbands indeed.

It is the most fun they both ever had while shooting. Skating as fast as they can, showing of their almost telepathic dream passes, chirping and then battling for the puck, trick shots on the net, celebrating each other's goals.

They let themselves be filmed while trying out every piece of equipment, give comments on different stick flexibilities, show their taping techniques (and teasing each other obviously).

Ilya grows suspicious how patient Shane is with commercial shot, how willingly he is to pose for pictures, participates in games for social media clips. He nudges Shane and  raises one eyebrow, that is question enough.

"CCM launches that campaign everywhere. Instagram. TV spots. Catalogues. In the stores. At games." Shane smiles smugly. "A queer couple, the face of one of the top  hockey equipment brands. Almost every hockey player, from amateur to pro, will see us, one way or another."

"Even in Montreal."

"Even in Montreal", Shane agrees and Ilya

Ilya laughes fondly, he loves when Shane is a menace.

Kim calls it a day, shakes their hands and thanks them for all the amazing footage they got and politely suggest they hit the showers.

They turn towards the lockerroom and Shane blushes. "Maybe you should go shower  first. Considering.... well and I should check...this thing."

"What, are you afraid you can't keep your hands to yourself, Hollander?"

"I'm more afraid you do keep your hands to yourself, Rozanov," Shane winks but he stops at the door in safe distance. "Maybe I go call Mom that the day went well and CCM is actually a good partner."

"Is nice of them, hire us both. Tell Yuna thanks for getting me on the deal, too."

"Oh no. It was my idea."

"What?"

Shane's cheek turn several shades more pink but holds Ilya's gaze. "I told them that I'd only do the commercial together with you."

Are... are your organs covered in blood??? Since blood tends to flow thru the blood vessels, and if your body is healthy and all your blood vessels are imtact then your organs shouldn't be covered in blood, right? But just saying that feels wrong.