Shane is accidentally fuck drunk on the plane home with all the cens post a swing of away matches.
Like itβs not really Shane and Ilyaβs fault. Not really. Ilya wakes up before Shaneβs alarm, and Shane is sprawled on his tummy asleep underneath ilya, who is half laid over him, his arm around Shaneβs waist and face smushed into Shaneβs warm shoulder. Theyβd won last night and the two games before that and the heavy thrill of it was settling into Ilyaβs veins, how right this year felt, how good it felt being on the same team as Shane, seeing this thing all start to work.
Anyway- blah blah blah, Ilya is kissing up over the back of Shaneβs neck, his short hairline, over his ears and shoulders, lazy nuzzles of his nose because they have time. Itβs just early light in the room and Shaneβs alarm hasnβt gone off yet, meaning they have time. Theyβd fucked last night, frantic and hot against the door of the hotel, still half sweaty from rushed showers at the rink. Adrenaline thundering through the pair of them. It had been desperate and rushed, spit instead of lube and grabbing hands.
Theyβd showered after and curled up in bed and kissed sweet and slow and passed out hard. And now, now Ilya wants him again, needs him again, dizzy proud of Shane, dizzy happy of waking up to his pretty boy in his bed. His husband, his teammate. Fuck it makes Ilya feel crazy. Shane wakes up to the lube slick of Ilyaβs fingers petting over his hole, sighing happily and rolling his hips back once, twice. βMmm soreβ Shane exhales and Ilya hums, presses his nose behind Shaneβs ear, and Ilyaβs fingers are soft and sweet and heβs making a sad little sound. βSorry sweetheartβ he exhales, knowing theyβd been rough last night. βLetβs kiss is all better babyβ Ilya had used his mouth on Shaneβs dripping wet with saliva and slow, made him cum like that and then got him open on his fingers because Shane had softly whimpered and asked for βmore pleaseβ then theyβd snoozed Shaneβs alarm a few times because then theyβd both wanted Ilyaβs cock inside him after that. They fucked deep, slow and heavy.
Ilya had been laid over Shaneβs body, pressed skin to shin, Ilyaβs neck tucked into Shaneβs neck, kissing and licking and nuzzling into the soft skin. Ilyaβs arms had been wrapped around Shane, one around his chest the other under his head, Shaneβs face in the crook of his elbow, panting wet and hot into the skin.
His fifth thrust inside Shane had whimpered, turned his face into Ilyaβs bicep and kissed at the warm skin and sighed βcan still feel you from last night, feels good. Feels, like a lot, you already feel big in the morning but itβs even moreβ heβd whispered, soft and true and Ilya had gripped his face and licked into his mouth, kissed him hot and needy and then told him him how fucking good he felt, how good he was, his boy. And itβs so dizzy good like that, in the dark quiet early morning of the hotel room, under thick soft hotel bedding, just the pair of them whispers and heavy touches, slick messy kisses. Then Shaneβs sucking Ilyaβs fingers and they are moving slow, sore from the night before, the pleasure is stretched out and lazy and hot and good good good.
Shane gets fuzzy, so fucking hard and so fucking open and full of Ilya and the sheets are so soft and feel so nice under his cheek, and Ilya is holding him so tight and is so big over him and the ache of his muscles from last night feels sore and good and he just kinda softly slips into another space, that warm lightheaded fuzz that Ilya can send him into. Heβs sucking on Ilyaβs tongue, his fingers, nuzzling into Ilyaβs face and then heβs just he only exists in the hot aching place he and Ilya connect, he needs. He needs. They come with whimpering I love yous, Ilyaβs hand gripping Shaneβs jaw, face with such force it makes his cheeks smush and Shaneβs lashes flutter at the force of his orgasm. Shane nuzzles and kisses and mouths at Ilyaβs forearm as Ilya cums all over his back, his ass.
Ilya doesnβt realise till Shane is so far gone until he reached down to ease himself out and Shane whines, whines, reaches back and grips at Ilyaβs body, βstayβ he exhales, and Ilya is leaning back down over him, finding Shaneβs face and his palm and tilting him up to his gaze and Shaneβs eyes are half lidded and cheeks red and heβs leaning in to try and find Ilyaβs mouth like itβs the only thing that exists.
βOhhh bunnyβ Ilya cooes, and kisses over Shaneβs flushed cheeks, knocks their noses other. βYou are gone yes?β Ilya asks, low voice, and Shane just turns his face further into Ilyaβs, like heβs trying to burrow into his skin.
βWas gooooodβ Shane exhales, and his and hand goes up into Ilyaβs curls, tugging and fidgeting with them. Ilya canβt help but beam, and heβs kissing all over Shaneβs face, arm warm around him to keep him close.
Ilya smooths his hand down to grip at Shaneβs ass, cooing a low βalways good, youβre always goodβ and then- then Ilyaβs alarm goes off which fuck. Means they have like half an hour to be downstairs ready to go- and Shane just huffs and rubs his face into Ilyaβs neck and says βturn it offβ and Ilya lets out a low laugh and then ten seconds later heβs pulling back- βoh fuck Ilya. Weβve gotta goβ he says, wide eyed and Ilya sucks his teeth and rubs his thumb over Shaneβs cheek and sheβs like βda bunny, we do, Iβm sorry- we got. Hm carried awayβ Ilya says low, kisses Shaneβs nose and chin and squeezes him to his chest with a firm cuddle.
βwe need to go, but is okayβ Ilya reassured him and it is. Ilya gets Shane into the shower and kisses him deep till Shaneβs toes curl against the tiles and then heβs slipped out to let Shane finish in the shower while quickly packs them up- gets them clothes, raids the mini bar for an apple juice. He makes Shane sip at the juice and Ilya gets them dressed, loose sweats, a hoodie of Ilyaβs thatβs too big for either of them pulled onto Shane, hood up over his wet hair. Heβs more himself by the time they get out of the room, but itβs rushed and not how Ilya likes, he likes to kiss Shane back to being warm eyed and snarky and calling Ilya an asshole. Likes to touch and hold him close, tease him and maybe make him cum again, make him squirm like itβs too much. Then bring him back with a bath and kisses and talking.
Shane looks spacey, likes heβs come off three hard shifts on the ice, cheeks still flushed and eyes so dark and long slow blinks. Loose limbed and unsteady.
Shane sinks into Ilyaβs side in the lift, yawning heavily and heβs pressing his face to Ilyaβs throat and his hand is shoving into Ilyaβs pocket. Ilya puts a hand up under his sweatshirt and rubs at Shaneβs warm hip, lower back.
They get to the lobby just as the coach is pulling up outside to take them to the airport. The boy donβt pay them much mind, soft mutters of βcapβ βhollzyβ βmorningβ early enough for most of the team to be half asleep or hungover still.
On the short ride to the hotel Shane falls asleep curled into Ilyaβs side, hood still up, his hand under Ilyaβs sweatshirt, resting on the low of his stomach, pink finger tucked into the waistband of Ilyaβs sweats. Fabric covered the quiet needy affection. Ilyaβs hand rubs up and down Shaneβs back, squeezes the back of his neck when he fusses.
Itβs only once they get to the airport that the guys realise Shane is off. βHollzy you get hit last nightβ Bood asks, rubs the top of his head in passing as they settle into seats by the gate. Shane shakes his head, blinks heavy and says βoh um no. Just uh feel a bitβ Shane shrugs and waves his hand and Bood nods, starts talking about his sister having the flu and these immunity supplements he thinks are βbombβ. Ilya pulls Shaneβs leg over his once they are sat, tugs him to rest his head on his shoulder.
Troy offers Shane like six different snacks he keeps producing from his bag. Shaneβs just all slow shakes of his head and he only accepts the coffee Ilya had asked bood to get for him. Shane smiles against the cup when itβs a Mocca, chocolate sweet and heavy and comforting on his tongues. Keeps one hand in Ilyas as they sit together, heavy and all yawns. Hass and Hayes both talk about how βcuteβ they look, cuddled up- far more than their usual affection. Itβs sweet Ilya thinks, that the boys notice the change in Shane but Ilya feels like a frustrated guard dog, protective of this soft lovely Shane that is only his. Ilya aches to kiss him, to draw love hearts with his fingertips over Shaneβs hips till he gets too shiver and shoves his hands away. To feed him grapes and oranges by hand and have a far too long shower and curl up in bed together again, maybe doze a while.
When they finally get on the plane, Ilya cant help himself, pushes up the arm between the seats as soon as he can and pulls Shane into his chest. Shane doesnβt even try to protest, shoves his face into the warm skin between Ilyaβs shoulder and jaw, with a weighted exhale. βBabyβ Shane whispers and Ilya nods, nods, tucks a hand to Shaneβs cheek, under the fabric of his hoodie and his fingers find his earlobe to rub rub at it. βI knowβ Ilya mutters, squeezes Shane in a warm hard hug. βI know, you did goodβ he praises, honest, because Shane had done good, so good getting here. Ilya rubs his cheek against the top of Shaneβs head. The fabric of the hood soft.
βEveryone get to see you so pretty, lucky them, but now youβre just for meβ Ilya grumbles, smooths his hand from the back of shanes head to the low of his back over and over, until Shane goes heavy, asleep in Ilyaβs arms.
