Shane's Slutty Clothes

Ilya makes his way back to Shane, setting his camera next to him and sitting behind the nervous man. Ilya gets close to Shane's ear, taking him in. He's never been this close before. "breathe" Ilya grabs his shoulders and picks up his massaging again.

Ilya starts to sway to the beat, forcing Hollander to loosen up. "See better," he says, moving his head to meet the side of the swaying man's face.

Shane takes a deep breath, and a smile creeps onto his face. "Sorry, I don't -" Another breath in " I don't know what came over me".

Silently Ilya moves in front of the model, face to face. He places his hands on the other mans thighs

"It's okay," his hands slowly creeping up, and Shane's breath shudders.

"I can make you feel better," Shane sucks in a breath.

oh

oh

Shane feels himself getting hotter; it's like the oxygen was sucked out of his throat. Ilyas eyes are focused on the mans unbuttoned jeans getting tighter. The men meet eyes, and before one of them could speak, Shane is pressing his lips into Ilyas. The blonde man tongue forcing its way in, their skin is hot to the touch. As they pull apart, the Canadian is red in embarrassment. "please"

With that, the Russian is quick to leave a trail of kisses, working his way down to the small patch of hair. Staying there, slowly kissing, licking. "fuck" Shane whimpers "more please" the pleads on his tongue.

Ilya quickly pulls down the blissed out man's jeans and underwear. Leaving him fully nude in his studio. The Russian is taken aback by the sight, his jeans becoming painfully tight. He grabs his Polaroid and snaps a shot. Wanting to revel in this moment forever. As soon as the picture is taken, he throws the camera down, taking the man's cock in his mouth.

Shane sucks in a breathe "fuck." Ilays eyes shoot up to Shane, his head back grabbing the backdrop for stability. Ilya takes his large hands from the ground and brings them to his curls. Shane's eyes shoot open. Without a thought, he pushes Ilyas head down further.

Ilya breathes him in, taking the man's length down his throat. "i cant-" Shane moans out, pulling Ilya's curls up and off his length.

Ilya shakes his head, "no I want it." Ilya goes to lick Shanes leaking tip.

"fuck rozanov." shane moans to the ceiling.

Before he can protest anymore, Ilya takes Shane in one last time, Shane's rough hands pull and prob at his head. But Ilya stayed down, feeling the spurts of cum down his throat.

"shit sorry-" Shane begins his apologizes

But Ilya crawls up to Shane, sucking in his upper lip, and slipping his tongue down his throat.

Blissed out Shane leans into the kiss, "I've wanted that for so long," the Russian admits.

Feb 13.

After Canada’s successful win against Switzerland the team make their way to the locker room. Shane as Caption and Ilya with the A on his jersey spend their time infront of the cameras.

‘yeah I think we pulled through with our defense today’ Shane passively speaking. But hes eagerly waiting to get out of the packed space

‘all i know is im ready to beat France’ the journalist chuckle while Ilya grins into the camera lens

‘Congrats guys’ the team nods making their way out of the locker room. Shane and Ilya go different directions just to meet in their unofficial shared village bedrooms.

‘good game caption’ ilya says with a grin closing the door, shane slowly turns around but before he could walk over. Ilya is backing him into the wall.

‘I think the caption deserves a reward for being such a good boy’

‘Later, we have to go’ Shanes pushing the alternate off of him and grabs his bag.

‘Fine later’

Picking up his sunglasses from the nightstand

‘As long as I don’t have to fuck you in a cardboard bed again’

2 hours later 

A knock lands on the large white door ‘room service’

‘i’ll get it’ Ilya gets up from the crumpled sheets

‘put on a towel for fucks sake’

Ilya laughs putting on a white fluffy robe ‘better’ he says opening the door

‘Order for Lily’ he smiles grabbing the tray and shuts the door

Cuddled up in bed Shane and Ilya have their dinner. Silenced from press, teammates, and the pressure of the olympics. For a minute it’s just them and Venice.

Feb 14.

‘what are you doing?’

‘shh’

‘I need my caption to be a good boy’

Shane throws his head back as Ilya moves the covers and takes him in his mouth.

‘You play better after you’ve been fucked’

‘oh my god shut up’

‘I’m just saying’ Ilya continues bringing his hands to fondle and assault shane’s nipples.

‘fuck harder’

Before Shane could beg for more Ilya is turning him onto his side. ‘are you ready for me hollander’ Shane quickly nods his head

‘yes’

‘please’

Without thinking Ilya pushes himself into Shane ‘good boy’ Ilya starts thrusting into Shane grabbing his chin, forcing him to look up

‘you ask so nicely’

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The future gold medalist spend the morning in each other’s arms. The afternoon on a gondola taking in the peace and they wrap up the night at dinner.

‘happy valentine’s day Shane’ the men smile clanking their glasses together, before digging into their bowl of pasta

‘we really shouldn’t be eating this’

‘shut up’ Ilya leans in and kisses Shane not caring if anyone saw.

Shane makes his way to his suitcase, unpacking and refolding his clothing. Ilya sits on the bed watching his boyfriend.

'Not in your plane clothes,' he groans.

'Get off the bed,' Ilya just smiles.

'fine'

He gets off the bed and begins stripping his clothing off.

'What are you doing?'

'You said no plane clothes.'

He leaves the sweatpants and t-shirt in a pile on the floor. Leaving him in just his boxers. Ilya sits back down with a thud 'what the fuck is wrong with your bed'

Shane watches him get up to inspect under the sheets 'there cardboard.'

Ilya looks at him in disbelief 'Hollander, how did you end up with a cardboard bed?' he says laughing

'We all have them,' Shane grins, walking toward the dresser.

'no'

'yep'

Ilya throws his body onto the bed shanes clothing falling onto the ground.

'How am I going to fuck you on cardboard?' he groans dramatically.

'shh dont be so loud,' walking over to pick up his clothes from the ground. Ilya grabs his shirt.

'What are the walls made of cardboard, too?' he says, grinning, pulling Shane's chin and bringing their lips together.

Ilya pulls Shane onto the twin bed with him.

'wait' Shane jumps up and moves all his folded laundry to the dresser.

Ilya lies on the bed, taking off his boxers, and smiles, watching Shane.

Ilya spits in his hand, bringing it around his cock 'come here' Ilya pats his thigh, motioning for Shane to come over.

He takes off his clothes, placing them on the side table, and gets on top of Ilyas firm thigh.

Ilya brings his hand up to Shane's mouth. 'open'

Shane, without thinking, sticks his tongue out, taking ilyas fingers.

'fuck you're so good.' Ilya continues to shove his fingers in and out until they are covered in Shane's spit.

With a pop, he takes his hand down to Shane's hard cock. He shutters forwards grinding onto the alternative. Ilya brings his head forward to spit, slicking Shane up more.

'fuck'

'I can't fuck you for two weeks hollander'

Shane moans 'fuck we'll figure it out.'

Ilya laughs 'you play better after you've been fucked anyway' taking his thumb bringing it to his leaking tip.

'ah fuck'

Ilya takes his hand away, beginning it to pat Shane's blushed face.

'face down, come on' Shane obliges, getting up as Ilya takes his place behind the captain.

'oh fuck'

Ilya looks down at the silver plug with a grin.

'I knew you would be ready for me, such a good boy.'

Shane blushes, moving his hips toward Ilya.

'So greedy,' he says before laying a light smack.

Slowing, twisting the plug out shane moans, and before he could realize Ilya is thrusting into him. The bed caving in at times, out of the brutal weight and force.

'gonna break this bed so you'll have to stay with me,' Shane protests, but can't say a word as Ilya grinds in deep, forcing his head into the pillows.

'gonna feel me all practice,' Shane screams as he's being fucked into the mattress.

Ilya grabs his boyfriends hair 'gonna come for me, okay.'

He says before thrusting in and pumping his load into Shane. As he cums all over the 'Team Canada blanket.'

They both collapse and the bed makes a loud noise.

'fuck what was that?' Shane says blissed out

Ilya grins 'well I guess you'll have to stay with me'