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2013
Contrary to what Ilya believes, he isn't the only one Shane has mind numbing orgasms with.
It had, surprisingly, been extremely easy to find fellow NHL players that wanted to fuck him, and Shane really had to give himself a pat on the back because he had thought it wouldn't be easy like, at all. In his head he had amounted it to looking for a needle in a haystack, but the haystack is 10 feet tall and filling your lungs, suffocating you from the inside.
It was apparently, fairly simple, and started in New York.
Carter Vaughn was fun and bubbly. He was friendly, always throwing his arm over Shanes shoulder, clapping him on the back and complimenting him- his hockey mostly, but he had never given Shane any indication he wanted to compliment him for other things, so that's not on Shane.
(Ilya tells him all the time that "everyone wants to fuck you Hollander. They would be very stupid if they did not want, even straight men are in love with you." Shane knows he can be a little oblivious, obtuse maybe, but he was pretty sure Ilya had been working him up. He doubted there was much truth to that.
Ilya was an asshole.)
The first time it happened, Carter had pulled him into an empty ally behind a bar in SoHo he and Scott had dragged Shane to. Shane had a single vodka shot in his system but he was already starting to feel the fuzzy static of the alcohol blanket his mind. Everything was soft edges and, has Carter always been this hot?
The answer was a resounding yes but Shane had never bothered to really look because Shane liked what he liked, and he liked Ilya's dick.
Not Ilya. God of course not Ilya, just his dick, thank you very much.
But Ilya was in Boston, at a club, probably sucking face with some twiggy blonde with big boobs that he would see all over every magazine in a few hours so Shane decided (the alcohol definitely gave him the necessary push) that now he was going to look.
Carter Vaughn was objectively, really fucking hot.
He was tall, a inch or 2 taller then Shane (probably not as tall as Ilya, who he wasn't thinking about), big brown eyes, curly brown hair cropped close to the root, and a devastatingly charming smile. He was broad in the shoulders and had a narrow waist and classic hockey thighs, and Shane couldn't stop looking.
"There a reason you dragged me out here Vaughny?"
Carter swallows, his eyes roaming over Shane's face, seeming to find whatever he was looking for.
"I think you know Hollzy."
That one shot in him must be working overtime because instead of feeling scared, feeling that ever present bone numbing fear of being caught with another man, with another player, all he feels is arousal.
He wants Carter to bend him over right now, or he might combust.
"I'm not gonna have sex with you in a gross alley behind a bar."
Carter blinks and his lips curl into a smile. Fuck that smile was so hot.
"Of course not Hollzy, I'm a gentleman. "
Shane believes it. He just hopes he doesn't fuck like one, all nice and proper. Shane wants to be pulverized.
Carter takes him back to his apartment on the Upper West Side and Shane immediately comments on the architecture. "This is a really nice building. You rent or buy? Vaughny this parquet flooring is absolutely gorgeous, did the apartment come with it?"
Vaughny simply blinks at him with a small smile making Shane flush.
He's used to a chuckle then a hand on his throat pulling him close, "Mr real estate, you are more interested in talking to my contractor then getting fucked, yes? Is ok, I give him your number. He can do tile in your bathroom." To which Shane would deny and start begging to be split open on Ilya's cock.
He's not quite sure how to proceed.
"Sorry, I ramble when I'm nervous."
He doesn't, he just internally spirals, but he thinks it may be to early to tell Carter about his supposed 'real estate fetish'.
"You're good Hollzy, no need to be nervous. Want a drink?" Carter smiles, moving into the kitchen, Shane follows diligently behind him. "Water, please."
"So polite." Carter grins, and this Shane understands so he flushes a pretty pink and just grumbles his thanks when he's handed the water bottle.
"So."
"So....is this your first time with a guy?"
Carter shakes his head and that at least makes Shane feel a bit better. "Yeah, me too." They laps into a warm silence, not awkward, but the one shot he had at the bar is slowly fading and he feels nerves creeping up his spine. Carter moves into his space, tilting his chin up and Shane's lashes flutter. He hears Carter exhale before he's leaning in, lips ghosting the shell of Shane's ear.
"I want to kiss you."
And Shane is obedient to a fault, "please."
He sighs and gasps when Carter slots their lips together. They're soft and round, full and Shane sucks on his bottom lip making Carter groan into his mouth. Carters tongue licks into his mouth and Shane feels his knees grow weak.
Carter pulls away and looks at him before he throws his head back and groans, "Fuck Hollzy. You have no idea what you look like right now. Shit, you're gorgeous. "
Shane preens at the praise. He can guess what he looks like because Ilya is always quick to tell him what he looks like.
He probably looks wrecked, insane for just some making out but Shane has never done anything in halves-blown pupils, red cheeks and slick swollen lips.
"We should..."
"Yeah, bedroom, now."
Carter walks them to the bedroom, mouth attached to Shane's neck, hands gripping his hips while Shane tried to pull the shirt off Carter's shoulders. Carter guides him down onto the bed, his lips moving from his neck down to lock on a spot below his collarbones.
"Fuck, Vaughny," Shane whines, arching up when the other man licks and sucks at the spot under his ear that makes his brain melt. Carter chuckles, continuing his way down Shane's body, paying special attention to his already pebbling nipples.
Shane whimpers high in his throat when Carter tugs at a nipple, the other bud held between fingers that are passing ghost-like touches over it. "Fuck, Hollz you're so fucking hot." Carter groans, and Shane's starting to get antsy. He needs Carter this very second or he thinks he might combust.
Shane locks his legs around Vaughn and rolls them over so that Vaughn is under him and makes his own way down carters body.
He licks down his sternum and sucks on his chest before making his way down to nuzzle at Carter's very obvious bulge. Shane looks up at the other man through his eyelashes, making sure to bat them just right as he pulls carters pants and boxers down in one fell swoop.
Carter groans as his cock smacks heavy against his stomach and Shane can do nothing but just fucking look at it.
"Fuck Vaughny."
Carter is veiny and thick. Shane wants Carter's cock down his throat, splitting him open and making him stupid.
Pre-cum is beading at the flushed head and Shane takes Carter into his mouth and swallows him down, moaning obscenely at the stretch. Carter groans a low rumble in his throat, his hand moving to cup the back of Shane's head as Shane takes him all the way down, his nose brushing Carter's stomach. "Fuck Hollzy you have such a good mouth, fuck." Vaughny moans, dragging Shane up just to pull him back down.
Shane can hardly hear the loud ever present noises of new york over the slurping sounds he's making. Carter is moaning low in his throat every time shane suckles on his head then goes to lick a fat stripe on the underside of his cock.
"Fuck, Shane if you don't stop im- fuck, oh fuck- im gonna cum."
Shane continues his menstruations because while he had totally wanted Carter to fuck him, he hasnt had sex with a person since Ilya, and that was months ago. He was almost ashamed to say he was a bit nervous, but he knew this wouldn't he the last time he and Carter ever did this.
It could wait.
"Shane, fuck im gonna cum, holy fuck-"
Carter's grip tightens in his hair as he cums down Shane's throat. He takes a deep breath as Shane pops off of him, licking him clean in the process.
"Was it good?"
Carter's looks at him like hes a fucking moron before he's pulling Shane up and flipping him onto his stomach. "Was it good? Fuck Hollzy, you have no idea. Fuck." Carter's hands kneads at the ffirm planes of his upper thighs before he's pulling Shanes underwear down.
Carter let's out a groan before licking a stripe up Shanes hole. Shane's yelp turns into a keening noise as Vaughny sucks on his rim, his hand coming around to press 2 fingers to Shane's lips. Shane obediently takes them into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around the digits. Carter's tongue continues to probe at his rim and Shane cries out when Carter's fingers leave his mouth and breaches his hole.
"Oh, fuck Vaughny. Fuck, faster please," Shane continues to cry, grinding down on the mattress while Carter fingers him open and sucks on the backs of his inner thighs, fuck Shane was gorgeous. "Carter, fuck 'm not gonna last," Shane whimpers into the sheets while Carter speeds up his menstruations, fucking Shane open with 3 fingers.
Shane's body seizes and he cries out as he cums, white ropes coating his torso. Its silent before they both break out in laughter. Shane could wait. Could wait for Vaughny to be ready to go another round but he was hit with the sudden urge to go to sleep early and maybe, maybe, text Ilya.
For his mental health, not the last option.
After they get cleaned up and talk about when they would see each other next (there next game against New York in 9 weeks) they promise to keep each others secret. Carter sends Shane off with an extra water bottle and a searing kiss to his jaw.
Now shane is alone and truly understands what a one night stand is.
Shane goes back to his hotel room, grateful that Hayden is still out and pulls out the dildo he had snuck on the plane with him. Its thick and curved and a glossy looking baby pink, and Shane sinks down on it with a low sigh, still slightlyloose from Carter but Shane adores the burn. He fucks himself hard and fast, letting his hands travel over his nipples like Vaughny had done ( like Ilya does) before settling a hand around his own leaking cock and the other on his throat.
"Fuck, Ilya. " Shane whimpers quietly, his breathes coming out in shorter pants the closer he gets to his orgasm. He's so so close, but he needs that push. That thing that'll take him over the edge. Shane closes his eyes and let's his imagination run wild.
He rides the dildo as fast and as hard as he can while his mind conjures up pictures of blonde curls, pale skin, moles and deep blue eyes. He imagines Ilya fucking him with the dildo while he sucked on Shanes shoulders, murmuring fulth into his ear; 'да, just like that sweetheart", "fuck you're taking it so good, such a slut for it. I know, I'm sure you wish it was my cock stretching your tight hole солнышко, maybe if you're a good boy I'll think about it, hm?"
Ilya would give in after Shane started sobbing, tears and drool making his face all messy. He would pull the dildo out and sheath himself inside Shane, fucking him fast and hard the way Shane adored with his hand firm around Shane's neck. Ilya would make Shane come on his cock and watch as Shane would come so hard he would black out. When Shane would come too, Ilya would still be inside him, letting Shane's body keep him warm while the the russian caressed his neck, cooing at him; "мои малыш you are so dirty, Poor baby."
With that imagery in his head, Shane cums with a shout, coating his stomach before Shane collapses onto his back with a sigh.
He's all messy and gross. He needs to shower.
Fuck. He wonders what Ilya is up to right now.