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Wyatt is trying to sleep
Shane looked up from his book as the lock on the hotel door clicked, and was pleasantly surprised when Ilya sauntered in through the open door. He grinned, placing his bookmark on his current page and setting the book on the nightstand. "Hey. What happened to clubbing all night to celebrate your hat trick?”
Ilya shrugged, smirking slightly as he toed off his shoes and shucked off his leather jacket. “Was boring. Why do I need to be out with random people when I could be in bed with pretty husband?”
Shane blushed at the compliment, watching as Ilya undressed down to his boxers. He didn’t fold his clothes like Shane usually did, but he did at least dump them on the dresser instead of on the nasty hotel room floor like he used to do. “What about the kids?” Shane asked absently, watching the muscles ripple under Ilya’s skin as he moved. While half of the team went back to the hotel after the game like Shane did, the younger ones dragged a very amused Ilya with them to a club near the rink.
“They each had three women hanging off them. I’m sure they’re fine without me.” Ilya ducked into the washroom to use the toilet and wash his hands, and Shane took a moment to dig around in his overnight bag for their travel bottle of lube just in case. He knew how horny Ilya could get after a win, especially when he was the top scorer.
Sure enough, Ilya practically launched himself onto the bed once he was done in the washroom, pinning down a very willing and giggling Shane as he settled heavy and comforting on top of him. Shane sighed, very content as he wrapped his arms around his clingy husband. He loved the weighted blanket Rose had bought him a few years back, but he preferred his warm, human blanket.
Ilya gave a happy little wiggle on top of him, pressing sweet kisses along his shoulders, collarbones and neck before eventually finding Shane’s lips, and Shane wrapped his legs around his slender waist as they kissed. “You sure you wouldn’t rather be out getting hearing damage and alcohol poisoning?” he joked as Ilya started tugging his sleep shirt off.
Ilya scoffed. “Are you trying to get rid of me already, malysh?”
“No, never,” Shane said earnestly, earning himself another sweet smile from his husband. “I just don’t want you to miss out on any experiences you want to have. You usually love the clubs.”
Shane felt guilty for a moment. Maybe he should have agreed to go out with the guys instead of going back to the hotel to decompress. But clubs were not his thing, and he was working on not just agreeing to do things he hated just to fit in. He spent a decade doing that with a team that didn’t even appreciate him, and he was tired of it. Besides, Ilya loved him even when he was boring, and he had the wedding ring to prove it.
He lifted his arms for Ilya to remove the shirt, then settled back onto his pillow as Ilya’s mouth found his nipples, making him forget whatever they had been talking about as a wave of lust rolled over him.
“The clubs are fun once in a while, but when I was there tonight, it felt like everyone I saw there was 5 years old,” Ilya admitted after a few moments. “Some of them looked even younger than Luca, which must be illegal.”
Shane laughed. “Ilya, you’re not that much older than them. You're barely in your 30s."
Ilya groaned in response. "Hunter will probably ask me to join his club of old people that walk around mall at 6 am."
Shane rolled his eyes, about to reassure his husband again, but said husband chose that moment to start tugging his boxers off, and before Shane knew it, his calves were around his ears and Ilya’s face was between his legs. “No, wait, I didn’t prep or anything,” Shane said anxiously, his face burning bright red. Logically, he knew there was no reason to be embarrassed about anything with Ilya, but he couldn't help it.
Ilya paused, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow. “You took shower after game, yes?”
“Of course.”
“Is fine. I will prep you.”
“But I didn’t dou-”
“Shane. Is okay. I know how clean you are,” Ilya said, rubbing his hands soothingly along Shane’s thighs. “Let me have this. Please. I’ve been thinking about it all night.”
“Really?” Shane breathed, relaxing under Ilya’s hands.
“I have very sexy husband. Of course I’ve been thinking about his pretty hole.”
“Ilya.” Even after all these years, he was still sometimes surprised by the words that rolled off of Ilya’s tongue. “I wish you had texted me when you were on the way. I could have gotten ready for you.”
“I didn’t want to wake you in case you were already asleep, moya lyubov,” Ilya said, which was very sweet of him. Shane wondered how disappointed Ilya would have been if he left the club early only to find a sleeping husband. “But since you are still awake…” he trailed off hopefully, studying Shane’s face to assess how he was feeling. “Yes?” he asked simply, and Shane smiled lovingly at him, knowing he would have been okay with any response. Ilya never pressured him into anything he didn’t want to do, and he loved that about his husband.
Shane started nodding before he could overthink the hygiene of it all. If Ilya was okay with it, he wasn’t going to stop him. “Yes.”
Ilya grinned, patting him a couple of times on his thigh before diving in. There was a flurry of fingers and tongue and spit and eventually lube when Shane practically threw the bottle at his curly, blond head.
Once Shane was open and ready, Ilya pulled away with a satisfied smirk, and Shane was surprised when Ilya moved next to him on the bed, lying on his back and patting his lap. “Let me watch you,” Ilya demanded, and Shane scrambled up to his knees and straddled him, wasting no time before sinking down onto his dick. They both moaned loudly as their bodies joined together. Even after a decade of doing this, they were always so eager for each other, and Shane hoped that feeling never faded.
He quickly got lost in the sensation of sex, watching as Ilya’s face became flushed and sweaty. He ignored the tension building in his thighs as he swiveled his hips and rode his husband like his life depended on it.
“Da, Hollander, so good. Louder, please,” Ilya panted, and Shane didn’t stop to consider their whereabouts before he was moaning with every movement, reaching out to get some leverage against the headboard so he could take Ilya as deep as he could.
“Yes, yes yes,” Ilya hissed, hands slippery where they gripped Shane’s hips, and Shane was overcome once again at the idea that he could reduce his loud, boisterous husband to happy little grunts when they fucked.
“Come on, dorogoy, come all over me,” Ilya begged, reaching between their bodies, and Shane was coming in less than three strokes, practically shouting as his release washed over him. He could feel Ilya thrusting up against him a few more times, and he did his best to not go boneless above him as his orgasm faded, just long enough for Ilya to find his own pleasure.
“Mmm, ideal'nyy,” Ilya murmured, reaching for Shane’s hands to undo his death grip on the headboard. “Just what I needed,” he said, and Shane finally let himself slump against Ilya’s sweaty chest, husband duties fulfilled.
Ilya was kissing his forehead, rubbing his hands along Shane’s back and thighs as they caught their breath, when his cell phone buzzed from the pile of clothes on the dresser.
Shane murmured sleepily, lifting himself off of Ilya’s lap so he could collapse next to him on the bed, ignoring Ilya’s whiny protests. “Towel, please,” he requested, and Ilya nodded, giving him a quick peck on the lips before he climbed out of the bed and went to the washroom to wash up. Shane was pleased to hear him brushing his teeth, glad he didn't have to nag him about it.
Ilya’s phone buzzed again while he was in the washroom, then once more as he emerged with a warm, damp towel to clean Shane’s body.
Shane glanced over at his own silent phone on the nightstand as Ilya threw the dirty towel through the open washroom door. He wondered if something was wrong, and he nudged Ilya before he got too comfortable in the bed. “Check your phone first. You probably need to charge it, too.”
Ilya rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath about “so many demands,” but he moved over to the dresser to dig his phone out of his jeans pocket. He opened his text messages as he settled in next to Shane in bed, and he furrowed his brow in concern as he read them. “Hayes is asking where I am.”
Shane felt a spike of anxiety shoot through him. “Do you think something happened?”
“Not sure,” Ilya said, but before he could do anything else, the phone was buzzing with an actual phone call. Ilya answered immediately. “Hayes? What is wrong?”
They were close enough in bed that Shane could hear Wyatt’s voice through the speaker. He sounded nervous. “Hey, Roz. Um. Are you still out with the boys?”
“No. I am at hotel with Shane.”
“Oh, thank God!” Wyatt exclaimed. “This was about to be the worst conversation of my life.”
“Did something happen at club?” Ilya asked, shooting Shane a worried look.
“No, no. Nothing like that. I just thought you were still out, and I’m next door to your room, and I just heard… Never mind. It’s all good.”
Shane blinked in confusion as Ilya barked out a laugh, his face relaxing as he wrapped his free arm around Shane to tug him closer. “Everything is fine, kotonok,” Ilya reassured him, pressing a kiss to his freckled cheek. “Hayes just thought you were in here cheating on me with random man.”
“What?” Shane yelped, sitting straight up in the bed. “Ilya, I would never-”
“I know, Shane. Is okay,” Ilya cooed at him, taking one of his hands and lacing their fingers together, then bringing it up to press little kisses to each knuckle.
“But why would he think I would do that to you?” Shane asked, trying to focus on the conversation despite the sweet distraction.
“I’m so sorry, Hollander,” Shane heard Wyatt say through the phone speaker. “I was just looking out for Cap.”
Shane sighed and nodded, feeling his tension slowly dissipate. He knew the goalie’s heart was in the right place, and he was very glad Ilya had friends who were so loyal to him. “That’s really nice of you, Wyatt. I’m not a cheater, though, so there’s nothing to worry about over here.”
“I am sorry, too,” Ilya said. At Shane’s questioning look, he continued. “I’m sorry I pleased my husband so much you had to hear him through wall, Hayes. He sounded sexy, yes?”
Shane groaned and shoved halfheartedly at his gigging husband, listening as Wyatt wished them both a good night and disconnected the call.
-fin-
Translations:
malysh - baby
moya lyubov - my love
dorogoy - sweetheart
ideal'nyy - perfect
da - yes
kotonok - kitten