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Luca 🐥
Good morning, Captain 🫡
I am not your captain while we are here, Haas.
But I appreciate the respect.
Is there a problem?
It is a little embarrassing.
Have you seen this?
A bedraggled Shane was swatting at him, trying to get him to turn off the bright screen. Team Canada wasn’t playing a match today, so they were planning on sleeping in until his alarm went off at seven. For Shane Hollander, that was the equivalent of spending the entire today in bed. But he had put up a good fight against France yesterday, so Ilya wasn’t going to tease him about it. Well, not until later. So, Ilya rolled over and clicked on the article Luca had sent a link to.
“Holy shit.” He stifled a snicker.
The phrase was one he had picked up from Shane and it escaped from between the fingers covering his smirking mouth. He couldn’t help being tickled by the People magazine headline: Olympic Villages Run Out of Condoms at 2026 Games Due to 'Higher-Than-Anticipated Demand’. Had the Milano Cortina organising committee really thought 10000 condoms were enough to do the trick? The Games were over three weeks long and, to Ilya’s knowledge, there was nobody gayer than athletes who competed in winter sports. He could name at least five hockey players alone on his team back home in Ottawa, let alone the entirety of Canada.
He felt something pulling on his shoulder. Shane was propped up behind him, all rumpled bed-hair and lidded eyes, and peering to get a good look at the screen. Without question, Ilya flopped onto his back and let his husband rest his head on his chest, squinting at his phone. It was trickier for him to read without his glasses, so it took Shane a second. Then, he snorted.
“Why the hell are you reading that first thing in the morning?” Shane mumbled.
“Haas sent it to me.” Ilya said.
“Luca?” Shane sounded horrified; although, he wasn’t too horrified to close his eyes and resume using Ilya’s pec as a pillow, “He’s just a baby.”
“Older than when we got together.” Ilya reminded him, “And they grow up fast now, you know?”
Shane responded by lazily mouthing at his nipple.
Luca 🐥
Is there a nice boy on Team Switzerland? 😉
De Dieu Captain! 😳
Ilya
This is not about me. No.
My teammate wanted me to give him your number.
What a shame. I am married, Haas.
Which one?
Is he handsome?
Not to date!
To buy condoms. I said you probably had some.
Bretscher. 27. He has pretty hair.
Good for you 🌈
By this time, Shane had slowly worked his way down his chest and was busy kissing each of his abs individually. He lingered on the prominent curve of Ilya’s hip, sucking on the skin long enough to leave a love bite there. When Ilya didn’t look up from his phone immediately, Shane whined for his attention. He chuckled and set his phone aside, carding his fingers through his husband’s hair.
“Patience, moya lyubov.” Ilya said.
Then, Shane fixed him with those dark, lust-filled eyes and he gave up all resistance. He guided his husband’s head down to his dick and tipped his head back on his pillow, exhaling a long breath. He hoped their neighbours had brought noise-cancelling headphones with them.
Luca 🐥
No!
It is not like that! I told you
I don't...
I am picky. Or shy. I don't know. It is... complicated.
Captain??
Oops sorry. Ilya??
Are you still there?
Sorry, we were at breakfast.
When Shane finally rolled off him, he was gasping for breath. This time, he was using his husband’s thigh as a pillow as he sprawled out at the end of the bed. One hand was resting on his own half-hard dick, giving it idle squeezes. Ilya decided they would finish this in the shower.
“Did we bring any condoms?” He asked.
Confused, Shane frowned up at him. It had been four years since the two of them had used protection together, since they were strictly monogamous and married to boot. Neither of them had any diseases and they kept things hygienic in the bedroom (Shane was strict about that).
Ilya clarified: “Not us. Us. The team.”
“I don’t know. I guess so.” Shane rubbed the sleep from his eyes, “Harris would know.”
Harris 🏳️🌈
Do we have condoms
Wow! Good morning, Ilya 🤠
Busy day planned?
Answer the question, Harris. We have a business opportunity here.
Yes!
Jeez, what are you planning now?
😈
Luca 🐥
Tell Bretscher we have the condoms.
€5 for one. €12 for three.
5??
Swiss use Euros, yes?
Don't tell me you use stupid currency too.
...
We have Euros for Italy.
Five seems like a lot?
Tell him we have other customers. Take it or leave it.
Ilya pushed himself up to sitting with a grin.
“Good news?” Shane looked amused as he gathered his basket of toiletries.
He had wrapped a towel around his waist in the hopes of hiding how aroused he was. It wasn’t exactly working, which Ilya very much appreciated. He almost hoped they ran into their teammates in the hallway, if only so they could see the physical effect he had on Shane. And so he could tease his husband about his inevitable embarrassment.
Clapping his hands together, Ilya leapt to his feet and grabbed his towel. He didn’t waste time trying to cover himself up, striding into the hallway naked (aside from his socks). Ashamed on his behalf — and probably twice as horny —Shane hurried after him.
“We’re in business, Hollander.” He announced.