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" Would you like a blowjob, Mr. Hollander?"

"Of course, that's like my third favourite thing to do with you."

"Third?"

"Yes."

"What's the first?"

"Kissing you."

"Fair enough. I love kissing you too and I'm assuming there's more to the list?"

"Ten. You wanna hear all of them?"

"Yes. What's the second?"

"You. Inside me. Whether it's from the front or back. Holding me down and fucking me deep."

Ilya took a deep breath and hugged Shane closer.

"I want to do that right now."

"Then you won't get to listen to the list."

Shane smiled feeling smug. Just him telling Ilya that he liked it was enough to rile him up.

Ilya slumped back into the couch.

"Let's hear the list then. Third is blowjob, yes?"

"Yes. Both ways. I love blowing you and getting sucked by you."

"Hmm. I think I like it more when you blow me."

"Oh yeah ?"

"You are so focused when you suck me like you want to prove something, I love it."

Shane blushed at that. He can get really intense when sucking Ilya, he just couldn't help it.

"That's because I want you to enjoy it. I want to do a good job, like at everything else."

"I know, sweetheart. And you do a good job. I never once had a bad blowjob from you."

"Geez. Thanks for the compliment, I guess."

"Next. Fourth."

"Riding you."

Ilya shifted in his place. Shane could feel him getting more turned on as they went down his list.

"Problem ?"

"You are making it more difficult to sit still. Let's get this fucking list done with, so I can fuck you properly."

Shane laughed and continued.

"Fifth is your fingers inside me. I prefer your cock but your fingers are a close second."

Ilya looked at him, eyes hooded with lust. He gave a small nod indicating him to continue.

"Sixth is eating out. Again, both ways. I love it when you want me to play with your ass. You don't do it that often but you look so relaxed when you cum like that."

"You want me to do it more often?"

"Yes. You really enjoy it and I love giving you that."

"Ok. I'll remember that. Next."

Shane was the one who shifted this time. Maybe because if he admitted to liking this, Ilya would want to do it more and Shane didn't think he could handle it. But it was his list and he didn't want to lie. At least it's far enough down the list to not make it look like he really liked it.

"When you make me do things I don't want to do and then you say I did a good job and that,"

Shane paused, face red, too embarrassed and maybe too turned on to continue.

Ilya also looked like he was barely hanging on. His voice was low and raspy when he asked ," That what?"

" That I'm being a good boy." Shane breathed, body taut with oversensitive nerves, turned on beyond belief.

The words were barely out of his mouth when Ilya cursed and crashed his mouth to his. His lips moved against his, devouring and bruising. Ilya held his face and kissed him like he was starving. Shane felt his hot wet tongue pushing into his mouth seeking entry and he opened up eagerly. Their teeth clashed as Ilya continued his assault ,like a man possessed. He pushed Shane onto the couch without breaking the kiss and Shane felt his erection digging into his hip. He finally broke the kiss and looked down at Shane breathing hard like he'd just run a marathon, face flushed.

His stomach flipped in anticipation when Shane noticed the glint in Ilya's eyes that usually spelled trouble for him.

"Let's do everything on your list " Ilya said , still breathing hard.

" What about the remaining three? "

Shane dropped into the seat next to Ilya, curling his arm around his shoulders, tugging his husband towards himself so that his ears lined up next to his mouth and started whispering about why Harris had been upset the past week, something that Ilya had noticed and mentioned to Shane. He finished with his promise to check Troy into the boards during practice and Ilya laughed at that making Shane giggle in return.

Someone cleared their throat pointedly and the couple looked up to see Wyatt gearing up to say something.

" I've been meaning to ask you guys something for a while now, can I?"

Ilya and Shane looked at each other, Shane's arm still wrapped around Ilya's shoulders. Ilya shrugged and Shane turned back to Wyatt.

"Yeah. Sure."

Wyatt looked hesitant for a second but powered through.

"You guys do everything together. You live together. Play in the same team. Have the same social circle. Even when we go out you always end up talking to each other. Don't you get bored or run out of things to talk? And I'm not saying it's like a bad thing or anything. I'm just genuinely curious. I mean, what do you talk with the person you spend every hour of your day with?"

They looked at each other again, amused this time. Shane smiled at Ilya and asked,

"Do you want me to take this?"

Ilya grinned and nodded, eager to see what his husband's response is to a question for which his answer is simply, No, I would never get bored of talking to Shane. Yes, despite him being the most boring person on earth.

Shane turned back to Wyatt and regarded him for a moment before asking,

"Wyatt, how many people do you talk to, in a single day? Maybe you talk to Lisa, your wife. At work, you talk to your teammates. You talk to your friends. You talk to your family members."

Shane tightens his arm around Ilya's shoulders before continuing,

" Ilya is my husband and we live together, so I talk to him about what he wants to eat for dinner, when we should take Anya to the vet, what colour we should paint the new fence. He says the Centaurs colours, I say grey and we end up painting it blue. He is my family, so we talk about family dinners, Christmas gifts, my parents' doctors appointments, about bringing his niece to Canada for school. He is also my teammate so I talk strategy with him. We talk about powerplay, penalty kills and zone entries. We mostly have the same friend circle, so you guys better believe that we talk about all of you. Good and bad."

Laughter scattered around them at that and Shane took Ilya's hand into his.

" He is my soulmate, someone who truly understands me, more than I do myself. Whenever I get lost inside my mind, he talks me out of it. He always knows what I need to hear to calm down. And above all," Shane paused to smile at Ilya, seeing it mirrored in his husband's face, before turning to face Wyatt and the others,

" He is my best friend, someone I've known since I was a teenager, going through situations that only the two of us can understand. And honestly Wyatt, when have you ever run out of things to talk about with your best friend?"

Ilya felt his heart expand with the warmth of hearing his husband talk about their closeness. He knows that people seeing from the outside find it hard to understand, something he had heard before, that they are too codependent on each other, whatever that means. He and Shane had foolishly spent plenty of time apart and are now simply enjoying the company of each other, revelling in the fact that there is no end in sight.

Wyatt shook his head in defeat and in amazement.

" That makes sense. But I swear I never heard you talk for so long, Hollzy."

" I agree with that, I didn't know you could speak beyond 2 sentences, Hollander " Boodram chimed in.

" That is my man for you. Full of surprises." Ilya smacked a kiss on Shane's cheek making him blush, which was cute given his speech just a minute ago.

Because he liked to make his husband squirm, Ilya leaned in and whispered his addition to Shane's list. Shane predictably turned an even deeper shade of red and sighed in resignation. He looked at the guys and deadpanned,

Shane is very excited for Ilya and even though he doesn't say it out loud, he had already started planning to celebrate this frankly huge and challenging achievement, no matter how much Ilya wants to downplay it. So he carefully marks the date, grateful that he doesn't have a match that day, skips the optional practice and flys to Boston. Both of them are kind of bummed that Shane cannot go with Ilya to receive the degree but Shane is determined to not let that dampen their mood. He picks out the outfit for Ilya to wear that day, makes him his favourite breakfast and sends him off with a kiss. He was determined to do all the traditional celebrations fitting of a graduation. He decorates the house with the big balloons, gets him flowers, a cake and champagne, makes him chicken parmesan for lunch and checks the gifts he got him once more. A luxury designer watch from a European brand ( definitely not Rolex ), a ridiculously expensive bottle of Vodka and reservations for the both of them at a high end private resort in Switzerland. The last one, he's a bit hesitant about. They have only ever spent time at the cottage or at their respective houses but never at such a public place. But that is not relavant, so he pushes that thought to the back of his mind, dresses up and eagerly waits for his boyfriend to get home.

A few minutes later, the same guys come and drag Ilya to the bar, only for him to find Shane on the counter, lying on his back. Ilya quickly catches his eye, silently asking him if he's OK with whatever is happening and is relieved to find him smiling, giving Ilya a small nod in reassurance. Ilya then turns towards the team members gathered on the other side of the counter and shouts, " You dumb fuckers better have a good reason to have my husband up on the bar like this."

Wyatt answers," We don't want to die on the night we won the cup, so of course we have a good reason." He takes a shot from the bar tender and turns towards Shane. " OK, Hollzy. Suck your stomach in as low as you can." Shane pulls his tshirt up a little and sucks in a deep breath, pulling in his belly button, to make a hollow space as much as he can with his abs in the way. Wyatt pours the shot in, careful not to spill and announces proudly," Special shot for the Stanley Cup Champion!" All the guys start chanting " Cap! Cap! Cap!" and there is nothing else for Ilya to do except to bend forward, gather all the liquid in his mouth, his tongue tickling Shane's belly button in the process and tip his head back, swallowing it whole. Everyone gathered at the bar scream in delight, chanting Ilya's name. Ilya licks his lips and admits, " OK, that was genius. Now I feel bad for calling you stupid." Wyatt looks thrilled for a second before scrunching his face in confusion, " Wait, when did you call me stupid?" Ilya waves it away, "Doesn't matter. You are genius now." Shane doesn't get up but instead grabs the still upset Wyatt and tells him to get another shot. He then turns towards Ilya and says with a twinkle in his eye that Ilya knows so well but appears rarely in public, " Don't swallow it this time." Ilya grins at what Shane is implying and before he could respond, Wyatt has returned with another shot and is now filling Shane's belly once more.

Ilya steps forward to slurp all the liquid into his mouth again and with some difficulty manages not to swallow it. Shane lifts himself up on his elbows and Ilya wraps an arm around his neck, grabbing his chin and tilting his head back. Shane opens his lips when Ilya presses his mouth against them, pushing the vodka into his husband's mouth. Shane swallows to the sound of their team members going nuts, screaming their names at the top of their lungs. Someone calls out, " Holy shit, that's hot as fuck."