bunny

Lastly, the team captain, Garret Graham, walks out, towering over you even from afar. You look at the camera, avoiding eye contact with him. 

"Finally, Briar U's team captain" 

Right when you finish, you feel his presence right next to you. 

"Okay, you know the drill. What question do you have for me?" You smile, looking at him, then at the camera. Expecting a ridiculous question like half the boys asked you. Garret looks down at you and smiles.

"What's your dream date?" You glance up at him, then back at the camera 

"umm" 

"Maybe Legos..." you say, unsure. 

"Yeah, like watching a movie while doing a Lego set," nodding your head along to your answer, smiling at the end. 

Garret just smiles at you and walks away. You take a beat to collect yourself, grabbing your phone and equipment. Heading towards the bleachers to get some practice content. Unknowingly, he has been waiting by the bleachers for you.

"I like this," he says nonchalantly, pointing to the ribbon in your bouncy curls. 

"It's cute" 

You smile and thank him. 

"You're cute," he says under his breath. 

"Mhmm," you can make out what he said, but your ego wants him to say it again. Just to confirm the suspicions you had in your head. 

He clears his throat, "You're cute" 

He says with a grin, looking down at you. "Thank you, Garrett" 

You feel the butterflies creep into your stomach as you start to walk away. Glancing at the rink, the team has already finished warm-up drills, and you haven't gotten a single video. 

"I really have to..." you point to the rink, "and so do you" 

You both laugh, "I know, know" 

Garrent mumbles on, "But I would love to make that dream come true" 

You stand there shocked, knowing exactly what he's talking about. But the rational side of your brain pushes it aside. Before you can say anything 

"Graham, let's go!" his coach yells from the rink. 

You both pick up speed to get inside the cold arena. But before you can get your hopes up, the doubt starts to creep in. 

"dont you have some frat party to go to?" you question, knowing that the party scene on campus isn't really your thing, but certainly is the hockey players.

"Eh.. not my thing anymore" 

"Not when I could be making Lego flowers and watching 10 Things I Hate About You" 

You gasp at him, dropping your stuff down on the bench. Garret opens the rink door, effortfully stepping onto the ice. You yell over the loud techno music on the speakers. 

"How did you know that was my favorite movie?!" 

He simply tilts his head to the side and skates away. After thirty minutes, he takes a spot on the bench, glancing behind him. Where you sit still flustered, that Garret Graham knows your favorite movie. 

He turns back to you, "So you never answered" 

Without missing a beat.

"Yes, I'd love to make Legos with you on Saturday" 

The other three guys on the bench quickly glance at you, then back at Garrett. But before you can even process, the caption sends a glare their way, forcing their eyes back onto the scrimmage. 

You both smile at each other, then face back to the rink, as if nothing happened. For the rest of the practice, you simply can't sit still, running through all the possible outcomes of Saturday. 

You drag out your words while you walk away, leaving Dean in front of the weight room. While you find yourself in the corner of an open room, grabing your yoga mat and weights. 

"8 , 9, 10," counting your reps as Tate McRae bumps in your headphones. 

Looking up at the vast mirrors on the wall, you see Dean walk in. Without missing a beat, you stay on all fours, lifting up your right leg to continue. 

"You should really extend your legs more; it's better for your thighs" 

Dean stands there waiting for your response, but when one doesn't come. He places his water bottle on the ground and gets down next to you. 

"Here, let me help" 

He places a hand on your lower back, and the other grasps around your thigh. You take your headphones off. 

"Dean, what are you doing?" 

You exclaim, looking frantically around the room.

'"straighten out a bit and flatten your back"

dean dosent bat a muscle at your concern and just focuses on you.

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The thought of someone walking in creeps into your mind. But looking up at those mirrors and all you see is your boyfriend admiring you, it's hard to be mad. 

Finally snapping out of your haze, you do as he says 

"Good girl" 

"see dosent that feel better?" 

You just nod your head, unable to form a coherent thought. 

"Can you give me 10 more?" 

Your leg moves up and down, and by the fifth rep, you start to really feel the burn. Dean notices your slight pain and how you start to waver out of position. So he gently pulls the back of your hair, forcing you to look in the mirror. 

"Stay, and I count" 

"6 , 7, 8 , 9..." 

Before ten can come, he leaves a beat just to torture you. 

"10" 

Your legs fall to the ground. 

"What the fuck" 

Looking to your side at Dean while bending into a child's pose to stretch your thigh. 

"What your stance was off, and you look hot as fuck in these shorts" 

"We are in public" 

You grit your teeth at him coming back to your senses. 

"No one is here, and someone still has to stretch"

He smiles at you while he stands up to grab his own yoga mat from the stand. 

"No and no" 

Getting up, you quickly wipe off your mat and grab your gym bag. 

"We are leaving" 

Dean stands there with a grin on his face as you start to walk away.

"But stretching his vital" 

He whines, sarcastically striding toward you. 

Getting to the car, you sit down annoyed at how turned on you are by his actions. You turn your head toward Dean as he pulls out of the gym parking lot. 

"What we can't just stretch at home?" 

Flipping you on your back, pulling you down to the edge of the bed. He starts kissing your legs.

'Did you get these for me?' he says while pulling the top of the sock, letting the fabric recoil back.

'mhmm' 

'words baby give me words' slowing brining his hands up to touch your core. 

'yes-' 

Your answer is being cut off as Ilya inserts a finger, bringing it up to your clit, making slow circles.

'so wet' 

You whine at the motions before Ilya attaches his tongue to your clit. Sucking and pulling it into his mouth. Your hand flies down to pull on his slightly damp hair from the shower a bit ago. 

'ilya fuck i can't-' 

His head quickly pulls away. 

'Yes, you can.' 

he pushes the jersey up to cup your boobs and pinch your nipples against the cool fabric. Your head falls back onto the mattress.

'and you will.' 

Ilya brings his head down to kiss you, his hands finding there way to spread your legs wider. While Ilya climbs onto the bed, grabbing your ankles and forcing them onto his shoulders. The position making you feel exposed. Ilya sees the discomfort in your face, so he loosens his grip on your legs. Slowly rubbing his hands up and down. 

'You okay?'

He says in a soothed tone. 

'Yeah, I'm good, just need a second.' 

You smile, and a slight smirk spreads across his face. Bringing your legs down, he walks over to his nightstand, grabbing a condom. Bringing it up to show you, tilting his head. You giggle and nod your head. 

He goes back to where he was between your legs, tearing open the wrapper. He looks at you, waiting for a response, and he drops down to your ear. 

'I need to hear you.'

You roll your eyes but smile. 

'Yes, Ilya, please fuck me.' 

'There you go,' he says, exactly laying a kiss onto you, before rolling the condom on. he pushes into you in one swift motion, causing you both to groan. 

'fuck you're so tight.' 

He continues to slam his hips into you. Causing you to scream out thankful the closes neighboor his three miles away. 

'holy fu-' 

'Come on, baby, scream my name.'

He drives into you one last time before your cumming, squeezing around his cock. In quick motion before you can realize Ilya has turned you over, so his number is arched with your back. Taking off the condom to come all over your back. 

'oh fuck y/n' 

You collapse onto the bed, and so does Ilya.

'So did that make you feel better?' You say before getting on top of the Russian. 

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'

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.

'You did so well, bunny.'

'mhmm' you whine, feeling tears prickle in your eyes.

He lays one more gentle smack 'okay next set' you get up your legs numb as you walk back to the closet.

You close the door, starting to remove your panties,

Ilya through the door says 'put on the red one'

Your reach for it and you realize its a apron set with a ribbon in the back.

You take a look at yourself in the mirror, then open the door. Ilya is now lying with his shirt off in bed only in his boxers. Without a word, he spins his finger, and reluctantly, you spin, with a smirk on your face. His face tightens patting his thigh, you stride over to the Russian. The bed dipping under you as your hot, exposed core sits onto of his firm thighs.

'Come on, be a good bunny and ride me.' Your face flushes as you start to move your hips back and forth. The friction sends jolts down your spine.

His hands reach up to cup your breast, lightly pinching your nipples. Your head thrown back at the new sensation.

Your whimpers get louder and louder, 'Ilya -' you cry out.

'stop' his hands leave your nipples to still your thrusting hips. You whine in protest.

'but-'

'Next one, I want to fuck you.'

Your arousal drips down your legs as you get up from his thigh. But before you can walk away, he stands up, 'you're doing so good for me bunny' and plants a kiss onto your glossy lips.

You feel your face flush, and he smiles, 'You're so cute when your embarrassed'

Closing the closet door behind you for the third and final time. You see the white set and garter belt. Slipping off your soaked panties and throwing them to the side. Before walking into the room to find Ilya standing right next to the door

'ah you scared me' you say, giggling.

Without a word, he grips onto you, pushing you against the wall. Taking your right tit in his mouth, sucking and biting on your nipples.

Without you even noticing hes freeing himself from his boxers, and pushing your panties to the side. Gliding into your walls so easily. 'My bunny is so wet, huh?'

'its pathetic,' he says before thrusting into you hard, bringing his mouth back to your nipples.

You're digging your nails into his back, scratching the walls, and screaming his name. But it's still not enough

'more.'

'fuck Ilya, I need more.'

He chuckles 'dirty fucking slut'

Taking his free hand and gripping it tight around your throat. You start to become erratic, thrusting into him as hes hammering into you.

'fuck bunny,' he curses to himself.

'come on cum for me.'

'you can do it.'

The praise tips you over the edge screaming his name, 'Ilya fuck ilya.'

'good bunny' before spilling himself inside you.

His thrust slow to a halt, you both still. Your body is still flushed between his hot chest and the wall.

'That was incredible,' he exhales. You smile and giggle in agreement.

'Maybe you should buy me more lingerie' you say half amusing half not.

'dont temp me,' Ilya says with a stern voice before kissing you.

'We should go back to bed,' you throw your head back in an exaggerated yawn. But before you could respond, Ilya throws you onto the bed, with his Raiders shirt riding up your thighs. Out of instinct, you pull it down.

'no no, I wanna see you.' he attaches his mouth to the shirt, pulling it up until it reaches your now breast.

He lets go, trailing kisses down your hard nipples, to your stomach, and leaving soft licks on your pussy. Taking off the shirt, you throw your head back in bliss. You start to dig your hands through his curly locks.

Bringing his head up and locking your lips together, he whispers, 'I need to fuck you.'

'Please' is all you can get out, your eyes glassy and face flushed. You get up from your previous position to crawl towards Ilya at the end of the bed. You meet the visible tent in his boxers, you start to bite onto his waistband, pulling it down.

'fuck bunny,' his head thrown back, pulling on your messy bun. You free his cock, lightly licking the tip. Then you take him in your mouth slowly while gazing up at him.

Repeating your actions until he's pushing you off, and moving your body so your face is now in the warm mattress. Ilya smacks your ass as he strides over to the nightstand.

You turn your head over to his side 'i want it without' you say in a low mumble.

'mhm' Ilya bends down to reach your level.

'My dirty whore wants it raw,' you whimper at the mean remarks, but your pussy clenches around nothing, begging for him to fill you up.

'please' wiggling your ass, Ilya watches the sight, 'fuck'

He quickly pulls your body toward the edge of the bed and drops to his knees, attaching his tongue to your core. You dig your face into the duvet, silencing your moans. Ilya stands up and plunges into you at the same to gripping your hair. He pulls you back until you're flushed into his chest, his other hand bringing it around your throat.

Licking the shell of your ear 'i want to hear you, bunny' he then throws you back into the bed, fucking you deep and raw.

'Ilya, fuck'

'I can't -' before you can continue he flips you around, pushing your legs up against his shoulders. Forcing his body into you, hitting your core deeper and faster.

'yes you can, baby,' he shoves his face in your neck breathing you in.

'Are you gonna cum for me, bunny?' he asks in a teasing tone.

Before you can respond, your body convulses, tightening around Ilya, bringing him closer 'fuck bunny -' he releases inside you, slowing down his thrust.

Your sweaty bodies now connected, still lying on top of you he whispers, 'You okay?' peppering your face in kisses.

To blissed out to speak, you just smile and nod your head. The man on top of you slowly pulls out, and new sensation fills your body. As Ilya disappears into the hall way, you crawl to the top of the bed.

Ilya comes back with a damp towel and a cup of water. You take a few sips and feel the warmth flood your thighs as Ilya cleans you up. Placing the items on the nightstand, Ilya pull you in his embrace.