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“How is it that every time we have a meeting with the guy from the newspaper you magically lose something to keep us from leaving?” Shane asked Ilya while turning over every pillow and cushion on the couch.
“I don't know what you mean, I simply lost my phone, we can't leave without it. Sveta is supposed to call me with exciting news about my new car today.”
Shane huffed as he walked up to Ilya and patted him down “Ah you just want an excuse to feel me up? I thought we had no time.” Shane plucked the phone out of the inside pocket of Ilya's jacket.
“Oh look at that. How could I have known it was there?” Ilya said with the worst face of mock surprise Shane had ever seen.
“We cannot keep being late to these meetings, he's doing us a favor by putting out these articles about the camp.” Shane reminded Ilya.
Ilya was opening the door to the garage, “Yes yes we cannot keep Michael waiting, let's go, get your shoes on Shane, we will be late! I'm already walking out the door.”
“You're such an asshole!” Shane yelled as he was pulling on his shoes and chasing Ilya into the garage. Somehow he'd already gotten behind the wheel of his favorite silver Porsche and was slowly backing out of the garage.
“Shane, we have to go now! Why are you moving so slow?” Ilya yelled out the open passenger window with a ridiculous grin on his face. He stopped the car once he was outside the garage to let Shane in.
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Ilya and Shane sat across the table from Michael in the back corner of Ilya's favorite diner in town. Fucking Michael has been making heart eyes at Shane since the moment they say down. He always did.
Michael had interviewed them several times over the last few years. He took over for the nice old man that used to work for their local paper, Kevin. Kevin was a lovely old man married to his wife Marie for like 100 years, he had the nicest dog too. Ilya missed Kevin, but hoped he had a nice retirement. Shane and Ilya had made a quiet and sizeable contribution to Kevin's retirement fund after he helped them promote their local charity events and camps when most people wouldn't work with them.
Michael thought he was being subtle; running his fingers through his hair, tipping his head to the side when he talked to Shane, but never Ilya. The way he hung on Shane's every word like it was Shakespeare. In reality, they were talking sign-up deadlines for their newest camp.
“How about you Mr. Rozanov? Any quotes you'd like to include in your portion?” Michael asked without all the doe-eyed innocence he directed at Shane.
Ilya scrunched his nose, “Ilya. I've asked you every time we've met, that you call me Ilya. You have no problem calling him Shane, right?” Ilya injected his tone with a lot more levity than he felt.
Ilya very obviously draped his arm over Shane's shoulders and leaned back in his chair. “No, my husband here is much better with the words than I am, I'm just here to be his arm candy and support all his hard work.” He tossed a megawatt smile at Shane who rolled his eyes.
Their conversation continued much the same, Michael trying to be subtle while flirting at Shane, Shane being absolutely professional and oblivious, and Ilya stewing about Michael's wandering eyes.
-
“What do we have next?” Ilya asked. For some reason he was squeezing Shane so tightly into his side that Shane couldn't walk straight. Once they crossed the threshold of the diner he let up a little bit.
Ilya opened up Shane's door and he slipped into the plush leather interior. Once Ilya was in and buckled Shane read off the list of other activities planned for the day: Shane had a video shoot for the stick he helped create for CCM, a stop by the post office, and dinner with The Hollanders at a fancy new restaurant in town.
“I was thinking maybe you could run by the post office while I'm doing my shoot? That way we don't risk running late for dinner. You know these shoots always go long.”
Ilya pouted, “Then I will miss you being all done up, CCMs people always make you look so pretty, you remember the first time we did the shoot for them?”
“It would literally be impossible to forget the time you cornered me in the showers and jerked off in front of me.” Shane tossed back.
“First of all, I did not corner you, I simply made it incredibly clear, in a way even you could understand, that I had a mutual interest in… exploring your body.” Ilya's smile grew as he slid a hand into Shane's lap.
Shane was smiling to himself as he remembered how completely dumbfounded he was that day. Shane hadn't even come to terms with who he was yet and there was Ilya, apparently completely confident that he and Shane were on the same page that he started jerking off in the middle of a communal shower.
Shane had learned over the years that Ilya had an almost foolproof gaydar. He'd figured out the secrets about other players in the league and a handful of their teammates while they were still playing.
He never shared with Shane before the other guys said it was okay, but it was pretty sure bet that if Ilya latched onto a new guy, he was fairy godmothering them into some level of comfort with themselves. Shane might be missing a lot of interpersonal skills, but he could recognize a pattern.
“Shane, oh my god, Shane.” Shane was pulled from his thoughts by Ilya slapping him in the thigh and laughing.
“What?”
“Do you remember” Ilya gasped out between bouts of laughter “Do you remember how you came in like 7 seconds that night? You were like this horny little monster, I thought you were going to come just from sucking me off.”
“Oh my god, you're such an asshole, I was like 19 and deeply inexperienced, besides, you didn't last much longer so I don't want to hear anything out of you.”
Ilya chuckled as he turned one handed into the parking lot of the rink. Fuck Ilya's hands looked so good. It had been far too long since they were wrapped around Shane's throat like a necklace.
Once they were parked, Ilya hopped out and got the door for Shane. “Wait, you're coming in? I thought you were going to the post office?” Shane questioned.
Ilya slipped his hand into Shane's and pulled him towards the entrance “don't be silly, I have to make sure you're in good hands first.”
Shane was sitting in the chair waiting for the makeup artist while Ilya played on his phone leaned against the wall in the corner.
“Oh my gosh Mr. Hollander! I am so sorry I got caught in traffic and then I dropped my kit on the way in. It has been a mess of a morning.”
-
Ilya looked up as the pretty brunette in her 30s blew into the room like a tornado. As gracious as always, Shane tried to reassure her “it's fine, and please call me Shane, what's your name?” He asked, offering his hand in greeting.
“Katie, and I am so so sorry again. I promise this won't take long.” Ilya observed the woman blush deeply as she shook Shane's hand.
She was startled when she noticed Ilya lurking in the corner. Ilya simply offered her a wave and pretended to be deeply interested in the contents of his phone.
“Oh my gosh” Katie exclaimed “sorry if this is weird but, I do so many of these shoots for the hockey brands and you might be the only hockey player I've ever met with good skin.”
“Thank you, I started trying to take care of it a while back, I'm glad to hear it is working," Shane replied.
Ilya watched as the woman tilted Shane's face back and forth with gentle hands.
“Seriously you're going to have to give me your skincare routine, you have like no pores! I didn't even know that was possible and I paint faces for a living.”
Shane politely laughed at Katie's kindness as she continued “I mean if we're being honest most of the guys I work on are missing a few teeth, wash their face with bar soap, and have their noses bent at awkward angles. Not you though, that thing is perfect, did you ever consider modeling before hockey?”
Ilya cleared his throat and Katie dropped her hands from Shane's face like she had forgotten Ilya was even there. He couldn't blame her really, Shane was so fucking beautiful that he could stare at him for hours.
Shane glanced back at him, “Ilya, can you please run to the post office before they close, I really need to get those documents mailed out today.”
Ilya pushed off the wall and walked over to Shane in the makeup chair, Katie stepped back and busied herself pulling items out of her kit.
“Yes my love, I will go run the errands.” Speaking a little louder than necessary to ensure Katie heard “and if they put you in full hockey gear you're not allowed to change out before I get back, it's been too long since I've seen you all done up, you know what it does to me.”
Ilya kissed his husband in a way that probably would not be fit for public consumption, sliding his tongue into his mouth and running his fingers through Shane's hair.
“Okay, that's enough, get out of here you ass.”
“Goodbye husbanddddd, I love you very much, get sweaty and hot please.” Ilya yelled while reluctantly walking out the door.
-
Ilya could hear the director yelling for them to cut and reset when he walked back through the doors of the rink.
He slipped in and sat down in one of the seats a few rows behind the rest of the production team to watch Shane glide gracefully around the ice. If there was ever a person made for ice it was Shane. He couldn't go more than a few days without lacing up his skates just for fun, well, not fun, for Shane skating was like his form of meditation.
Shane was in a generic black and white uniform that had CCM branding all over it, the camera panned around him as he glared at it. Ilya saw Shane lock in when they started filming him shooting the puck.
“The things I'd let that man do to me, have you ever looked at someone and you just want to lick them?” said a female voice a few rows in front of Ilya. The man next to her replied “Did you get to meet him? He's so nice too, most of these guys are assholes. It was refreshing. That whole salt and pepper thing he has going on now is criminal.”
Ilya slumped forward in his chair, he used all his strength to not groan loudly. It wouldn't do him any good to interrupt Shane's shoot by reminding everyone that Shane was a happily married man and that he was Ilya's husband.
They continued on in front of him, discussing Shane's lovely smile and how he definitely hasn't let himself go since retiring.
Ilya was taking deep breaths and trying to behave himself when the director finally called cut to wrap the shoot.
Ilya picked up Shane's change of clothes he had brought in and headed down the steps. He stopped at the row of the two people who had been talking. He turned to them and politely waved hello and the woman responded with “Oh holy shit you're Ilya Rozanov, it is such an honor to meet you, what you did for Ottawa…”
“Yes, it is nice to meet you as well, but uh, just a very small piece of advice. Maybe when you are fantasizing over the incredibly sexy man on the ice, make sure his husband isn't sitting directly behind you.” Ilya didn't wait for a response and continued his descent down the steps toward the room where Shane would be.
-
Shane was just getting ready to sit down in the locker room and unlace his skates when Ilya came barreling through the door.
“Woah, where's the fire?” Shane asked a little startled.
Ilya didn't respond, just dropped Shane's change of clothes onto the bench and practically tackled him.
“God you look so good out there, you dazzle them all, so pretty, such a good shot.”
“Really no critiques about my puck handling today? Fuck Ilya, stop I'm sweaty and I need to get showered and changed. What are you doing? Did you just lick me?”
“Yes, shut up. I miss you in all of this, I never get to see you in your natural environment anymore.” Ilya muttered into Shane's neck.
“I don't think generic hockey gear is exactly the most alluring thing you've ever seen Ilya, get it together, I need to shower and get ready for dinner.”
“No Shaneeee, just a little bit more please.” Ilya begged.
Firmly taking Ilya's shoulders and pulling him away Shane noticed the mildly crazed look of desperation on his face. “Look, I don't know where all this is coming from, but we have shit to do. We don't have time to fuck around. If you behave I'll let you work out whatever this is however you want when we get home.”
Ilya's eyes widened, “Any way I want? You promise?”
“Yes, you've been very helpful today and generally well behaved so, yes, any way you want.”
Ilya's entire face lit up and he grabbed Shane's warm cheeks with his cool hands. “Okay, I will go. Change quickly. If I think about you in here naked for too long I'll break back in here and have my way with you.”
-
Ilya grabbed Shane's hand the moment he stepped out of the locker room. They strode hand in hand through the back halls of the rink. Shane had to sign a few documents with the production staff before they could go.
Once they were back in the car Shane plugged in the address for the restaurant into the GPS and they made their way across town.
Ilya placed his hand on Shane's thigh as they rode, they made idle chit chat about how the shoot went. Shane was proud he was able to nail most of the shots they wanted on the first try.
Ilya was constantly so proud of everything Shane accomplished. He teased him with all the “Mr. Businessman” stuff still, but honestly Ilya couldn't even begin to understand all of the ways Shane made sure they were taken care of in retirement.
They parked and entered the restaurant hand in hand. While they were waiting for the hostess to find their reservation Ilya was running his hand up and down Shane's back.
The hostess led them to their table with the promise to bring the Hollanders over when they arrived. The server stopped by to take their drink orders. Ilya was fairly certain his drink would be wrong because the server was so enamored by Shane the entire time he stood by their table.
“Ohmyfuckinggodddddd” Ilya muttered, dropping his head back between his shoulders.
Shane turned to him and asked what was wrong.
“It's nothing just me being dramatic, it's a me problem.”
“No, tell me, you've been very…touchy feely all afternoon.”
“It's just that…” Ilya swiped his hands down his face and continued “literally every single person we've interacted with today has looked at you like they want to take a bite out of you. It's fucking killing me.”
“What do you mean? I don't remember anyone looking at me weird today?”
“Oh my sweet, beautiful, innocent Shane. You never notice. You assume everyone is just kind. Instead they all want to lick you.” Ilya replied.
“Is that what that was all about earlier?”
Ilya shrugged, “Maybe, probably yes. I just don't like the thought of people thinking they could have you. You're mine. Only mine.” Ilya leaned in for a quick chaste kiss.
“Oh, are we interrupting you two lovers? I thought this was a family dinner.” David mocked.
“You're never going to let that die are you?” Shane grumbled with his face now in his palms.
“Not a chance” Yuna said as she slid into the chair David had pulled out for her.
They had a nice dinner, Shane and Yuna chatted about business opportunities and getting things ready for their next series of camps. Ilya and David talked mostly about the MLH playoffs and who they thought had the best chances this year.
Ilya noticed though that every time the server returned to the table Shane was… extra nice. Too nice. He called him by his name and offered him a lingering glance.
It made something buzz under Ilya's skin. A deep and unwarranted jealousy. Shane knew what he was doing, he was doing it on purpose to rile Ilya up. Every time the server left the table Shane threw a flirty glance Ilya's way.
After they paid, the server returned the check book to the table and told everyone it had been “his absolute pleasure serving them tonight.” Once the server turned his back, Ilya swiped the book from in front of Shane where it had been dropped.
Ilya flicked it open and found the server's name circled and a phone number scrawled next to it in blue ink. Ilya ripped that portion of the receipt off and pocketed it.
Shane signed the receipt, leaving a large tip as always and everyone got up from the table.
After some more talking outside, they wished the Hollanders good night and got in their car to head home. Ilya couldn't resist leaning over and kissing Shane.
“We don't have anything to do for the next few days right?” Ilya asked.
“I don't think so, why?” Shane replied.
“Nothing where anyone needs to see you? Or take pictures of you? No one is going to ask you to take your shirt off and pose for some ad campaign?”
Shane shivered excitedly, realizing where this was all headed. “First of all I think my underwear modeling days are well past me. Second of all, no Ilya, we will be home, alone, together for the next few days.”
-
Ilya practically slid the Porsche back into its spot in the garage. He leapt out of the car, opened Shane's door, and pulled him out.
“Jesus Ilya, slow down, we have all night, no one is going to take me from you.” Shane tried to offer up to Ilya who was clearly focused on getting Shane inside.
“No they won't, no one can take you from me. You're mine Shane.” Ilya said with pent up energy behind his words as he pulled Shane into their bedroom.
“Hey” Shane grabbed Ilya by the jaw and directed him to make eye contact, “hey, we are good right?”
Ilya took a deep breath to steady his thoughts, “yes, we are good. I just had to spend all day listening to everyone want you Shane. First it was Michael, then it was Katie, then the two people at the photoshoot, who by the way should really watch how they talk about the talent on their shoots, and then, for the last hour I had to watch” he paused to pull the receipt out of his pocket, “Evan, fucking Evan flirt with you in front of the entire family.”
Ilya crowded Shane against the wall of their bedroom “and you, you flirted back with him, all to make me even more jealous, you did it on purpose, didn't you?”
Shane raised his chin to meet Ilya's gaze. “And so what if I did? What does it make you want to do to me? How can you prove to me and everyone else that I'm yours, that I belong to Ilya Rozanov?”
“Mmm, I can think of some ways, go sit on the bed Shane. Get naked, I want to look at what is mine.”
Ilya walked to the closet and grabbed the red box and walked back into the bedroom to see Shane crawling onto the bed after disposing of his clothes in the laundry basket.
Shane turned his eyes to Ilya, then to the box in his hands and his eyes widened. Ilya asked “You said anything I want, does that mean you're willing to play with this tonight? You know you can always tell me no.”
Shane took a second to think about it, giving it proper care and consideration. “Yes we can play with that tonight.” Shane leaned back on the bed, reclined on his elbows fully nude for Ilya's inspection.
Ilya took a moment to just look, to observe the sloping muscles of his husband's form laid out on their bed. His skin was so smooth, he knew it would be soft; under his fingers, in his mouth, between his teeth.
Ilya set the box down on the far side of the bed and climbed on the bed between Shane's legs. He ran his hands up to the meat of Shane's thighs.
Ilya stopped there to feel the coarse hair prickling under his fingertips and observed how Shane's muscles twitched in anticipation.
Ilya leaned down, squeezing the meat of Shane's thigh, he pressed a gentle kiss to it first, then he opened his jaw and took as much into his mouth as he could and bit down hard. The muscle tensed and Shane cried out. Ilya held him there, sucking the soft skin into his mouth for a moment more before releasing him. He pressed a gentle kiss to spot.
Ilya's eyes lingered on the mark he left on Shane's thigh. The imprint of his teeth carving deep grooves in the flesh, the blooming bruise he sucked into it. His mark on his husband.
Ilya lifted his head to check in on Shane, he asked him how he was doing, if this was all okay.
“Yes, please, keep going.” Shane replied as he directed Ilya's head to his other leg. Ilya repeated the process across the insides of Shane's thighs, each time Shane gasped when Ilya sunk his teeth deep into the flesh.
Ilya moved up Shane's body, for his part Shane laid there and let Ilya worship him. Ilya roughly gripped Shane's pecs pushing them together. He looked up at Shane “fuck you're so beautiful, these fucking tits. Mine.” Ilya leaned down and sucked one of Shane's pert brown nipples into his mouth. Shane moaned at the contact, thrusting his hips up against the weight of Ilya's body.
Ilya repositioned his mouth to the side of Shane's pec, he opened wide to cover as much skin as possible and bit down. Shane's hands tangled into his hair pulling him in closer. All Ilya could smell was the scent of Shane's body soap mixed with the scent that was all him. His entire world was consumed by Shane's skin. The skin that was getting increasingly covered in Ilya's marks.
Ilya placed a final mark on Shane's chest and then made his way to the neck. He took a deep inhale in the crook of Shane's neck. He pressed a light kiss to the delicate skin, then he started to suck, Shane moaned loudly in Ilya's ear. Ilya quickly made his marks knowing Shane was getting desperate.
When he leaned back to observe his work he was speechless. His husband's body was covered in marks large and small from his thighs up to his neck. It was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He unbuttoned his pants to give his hard cock some relief. Stroking himself to the sight of his handiwork.
“Fuck, my Shane, so beautiful. All for me, yes?”
“Always, always for you.” Shane replied while lightly stroking himself as well.
Ilya looked for another moment and then grabbed the box and flipped open the lid. He pulled the suede flogger out. Ilya always thought it was so pretty, it was a deep red and black. The handle had a herringbone pattern, the material was soft in Ilya's hand. He made sure the red and black strands were not tangled and he shifted his focus back to Shane.
“You still want?”
“Yes, I still want” Shane replied immediately.
“Then come here and turn over for me love” Ilya said quietly but firmly.
Shane moved himself to the end of the bed. He rested his knees on the bench which was just slightly lower than the height of the bed and his arms on the mattress. He looked back to Ilya to confirm he was ready.
Ilya leaned down and kissed Shane's back reverently and rubbed his hand over one cheek and then the other, mesmerized by how beautiful his husband's body is.
“Are you ready?” Ilya asked.
“Yes, please.”
“I'm going to start with 3, light okay? Can you count for me?”
“Yes.”
Ilya draped the flogger over Shane's back, he drug it back and forth to acquaint him with the sensation, then he lifted his hand and brought the flogger down lightly against Shane's ass. The light thud of the suede hitting skin followed by Shane's steady counting quieted something in Ilya's mind.
“Can I move up to five at medium?” Ilya asked.
“Yes sir” Shane replied and Ilya practically vibrated out of his body. Shane didn't call him Sir often but it was a lovely treat when he did.
He lifted the flogger and came down harder on Shane's willing body, Ilya could see the red marks blooming against Shane with each strike. Shane diligently counted after each hit.
They continued that way for 2 more rounds of 5. They took a small break to check in. Ilya encouraged Shane to sit up and ran his hands over Shane's hair, now damp with sweat.
“Do you know what you do to me Shane? You drive me crazy, you make me feel so much. Can you do more for me? Can I do 5 hard, and then we'll be done?” Shane nodded. “I need you to tell me out loud, okay?”
“I want more Ilya, please mark me” Shane said with such determination that Ilya's breath stuttered at his submission.
He leaned around and kissed him, getting caught up in the soft lips of his husband. “Please sir” Shane whispered against his lips.
“Of course baby.” Ilya replied as he went back to his position at the end of the bed. Shane readjusted himself so his chest was pressed into the mattress and his ass was high in the air.
Ilya lifted the flogger higher this time and struck down hard. The resulting thump of the suede against flesh resonated through him, his cock throbbing as Shane let out a sharp cry followed by a “1.”
Ilya paused for a moment and could see Shane's hand working his cock lazily while he was face down in the comforter.
He repeated the process 4 more times, each to Shane's increasingly desperate responses. The red marks that blossomed across Shane's ass were like works of abstract art, criss-crossing lines made by Ilya's hand. Each a sign of devotion and love for his husband, satisfying his need to mark and claim.
After the final strike Ilya observed Shane's body now covered in his marks. He tossed the flogger off the side of the bed and scooped Shane into his arms and flopped himself back on the bed pulling Shane on top.
Shane lazily ground their bodies together while they checked in with each other.
“Will you ride me baby? I want to look at you, I want to see your face.” Ilya said as he reached up to caress Shane's cheek, slowly slipping 2 fingers in his mouth. He wanted Shane to taste him.
Shane stopped sucking on Ilya's fingers and leaned over to the end table to grab the lube. Ilya pulled him back to kiss him again. He took advantage of the new angle to attack the opposite side of Shane's neck. He sucked small marks down the length of it and leaned back to let Shane open himself up.
After a moment Shane positioned Ilya at his entrance. He started rocking back and forth taking Ilya deeper each time. Ilya knew he was being quieter than usual but he was just so in awe of the man riding him.
Everything he could ever ask for wrapped up in the beautiful man on top of him. Shane was his whole fucking world, no one else could have him like this. No one could make Shane feel the way Ilya did.
Ilya's hands wrapped around Shane, pulling him close again. Ilya needed to be closer, it was overwhelming, he wanted to be as deep inside Shane as he possibly could. He wanted to get lost in him and never find his way out.
“Fuck Shane, you feel so good, you're mine, all mine.” Shane's whines and whimpers were all he got in response because Ilya had started thrusting up into Shane wildly. Their bodies fit together so perfectly. Ilya could feel Shane's leaking cock grinding between their bodies.
“I want you to come all over me Shane please, mark me, can you come for me, please.” Ilya was practically begging.
It only took a few more thrusts and Shane was sinking his blunt nails of one hand into Ilya's shoulder as he pressed himself up to stroke himself over the edge. Shane's scream was euphoric as he painted Ilya's chest with cum.
He kept riding, squeezing Ilya's cock with every clench of his ass. “Fuck Shane, fuck, I'm going to fill you, I'm going to get you pregnant, I'm going to put a fucking baby in you, everyone will know your mine, there will be no denying it then.” He knew he was rambling nonsense but he was so lost to the thought of finding new ways to claim his husband.
Ilya's eyes rolled back in his head as his whole body tensed. The sensations were all so overwhelming as he came, filling Shane with his cum. He just kept going, he knew it was sloppy and messy but he couldn't stop rutting into Shane until his body literally gave up.
-
Shane collapsed against Ilya, there was a sticky mess between them that they'd deal with in a few minutes.
Ilya was so quiet, he'd clearly had quite a bit on his mind throughout the day.
Shane swept his hands through Ilya's curls moving them back from his face. “Are you okay?” Shane asked, gazing into his beautiful eyes.
Ilya took a second to check in with himself “Yes, I'm fine, was just a lot you know? Too much pent up…what's the word? Jealousy?”
“I kind of figured that is what it was. The uh, the bites and hickeys are a nice bit of work,” Shane said trying to peek down at his body, but he was so tired he couldn't lift his body much yet.
Ilya groaned, a little bit embarrassed by his behavior “It was too much wasn't it, did I hurt you? I bit too hard, I'm sorry.”
Shane shushed him and assured him that he was perfectly fine, that he knew what he was getting into, and most importantly, that he wanted it. “I will say though, you've been threatening to get me pregnant for like 20 years at this point Ilya, I think it's safe to say it's not going to happen.”
Ilya laughed and flipped them over so Ilya was back on top. “No my love, it simply means I need to try harder.” Ilya kissed Shane and helped him get up to shower off and relax after a long day.