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“Fucking good job dealing with coach out there boys.” Ilya smacks each teammate on the ass as they all shuffle into the locker room after a hard practice. Their coach had gone hard on them today as a result of god knows what going on in his personal life so all of the poor men walk about ten times slower than usual to their benches to slump down and begin undressing.
“He needs to get laid or something I swear to god.” Troy groans, not even bothering to take his skates off yet.
“We all need to get laid.” Wyatt grumbles, unhooking himself from his seemingly unnecessarily large goalie uniform. Then his head pops up and Ilya swears he can see a lightbulb show up over his head as if he’s in an old american cartoon.
“What is it, Hazy.” Shane mumbles next to him, always the voice of reason and preparing to be that voice tonight.
“How does my house, booze, weed, and some girls sound this friday. Everyone’s invited. Even coach. Even Shane’s fake girlfriend.” Wyatt beams over at Shane waiting for his classic eyeroll.
“She’s real.” Shane huffs under his breath.
“You in Roz?” He points across the room at Ilya who’s already stuck thinking about the prospect of Shane showing up at some stupid party with a girl on his arm. It’s bound to happen some day. Might as well rip the bandaid.
“If it means I’ll meet Rosey posey then you know I’m in.” Ilya smirks at Shane who rolls his eyes but he still can’t hide the little bit of pink on his cheeks. The same pink he seems to get every time Ilya talks to him.
“Fuck yeah!” Wyatt smacks Shane on the back just a bit too hard, making him cough. “And Shaneypoo you are free to use my room to lose your v-card. I would be honored to offer the venue.”
“What the fuck is a shaneypoo?” Shane asks but what Ilya is stuck on is the V-card reference. Shane is a virgin? Why didn’t he know this? Why does this feel so revolutionary to know? Why is he suddenly frozen in what looks like fear but tastes like desire?
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It only took two beers and a joint for Ilya to get some girl in Wyatt’s bed. He will probably tell the team that it went a lot better than it did when they ask the following day, but in reality he would call it a bust. And not in a good way. Sure he got to kiss soft lips for a while and his hands dove into the pants of some girl with soft hair who he’ll never meet again but even with some heavy grinding and an offer for a blowjob he just couldn’t get it up. So now he just sits in the balcony with his feet propped up smoking a cigarette and thinking about the same thing he was thinking about when he was trying to get laid. His best friend and teammate Shane Hollander.
He would never tell a soul this but all he can think about is Shane’s nice soft hair running like silk through his fingers. He thinks about his Shane answering a phone call from him early in the morning. He thinks about the same raspy tired voice that has Ilya waking up early to run every day. Not because he likes to run but because he knows he’ll get to hear that voice and then he’ll get to run with Shane as soon as he’s ready in the morning. He thinks about Shane’s soft skin and the freckles on his shoulders the same as on his face. He thinks about Shane asking him after practice sometimes to check that none of those soft brown spots have turned weird shapes and colors. He thinks about Shane whining when he’s called Shanebug because he’s ‘not a bug’. Shane getting ready for bed at night probably following the same steps his mother taught him since he was a child. He probably sets out a pair of pajamas, matching of course, to slip into as soon as he’s showered and moisturised his skin. He probably slips his glasses on and picks up some book about hockey. He probably puts his alarm on and sets his phone face down on his nightstand to stop himself from using it for entertainment unless he really needs it. His mind probably wonders when he gets tired. He probably thinks about what he can do to get the best sleep possible. Maybe he tents his cute pajama pants and thinks about reaching over for some lotion to relieve the pressure. He wonders if Shane in all of his years of life has stuck to the same old pattern and the same old orgasm each night. With just his hand and his mind and maybe a tissue to catch the-
Oh. Oh so now he can get hard. That would have been helpful roughly a half hour ago.
Ilya’s phone buzzes on his lap, taking him from his trance.
Shanebug: Where r u?
Ilya: Wyatt balcony. Why?
Ilya could have sworn he saw Shane grinding on some girl before he went upstairs. He can vividly remember the almost empty looking cup in his hand and the unsure little smirk he had on his nice plump lips. He could even remember what the stupid girl was wearing. She was barely wearing anything. One wrong move and she would have been exposed to the whole house. Did his Shane even like that? That’s why he got up here so fast. He couldn’t watch Shane pretend he knows what he’s doing. Or maybe he couldn’t watch Shane do it with anyone else. The jury's still out.
“Is it illegal to want to hang out with my best buddy?" Shane stumbles onto the balcony and plops himself down on the chair next to Ilya with a huge goofy smile on his face.
“I thought you were busy.” Ilya tries his very best to sound happy about it but the truth is hard to hide even for him.
“I thought the same about you. How was it by the way?” Shane asks, looking his best friend up and down. If he’s honest he can see how unsatisfied Ilya is. Maybe if he was satisfied he’d be asleep or something by now. Maybe Shane is drunk but his mind is telling him that maybe he could be the one to satisfy Ilya.
“Eh. It was… It just was. You?” Ilya looks over at Shane and he swears he can feel some sort of weird heat leaking from his best friend’s eyes. He tracks the line of sight to see that Shane is staring at his hands for some reason.
“It wasn’t actually.” He swallows, eyes still trained on Ilya’s strong hands. He could bet those fingers were just inside some nice girl who he doesn’t even know. He could bet they felt so thick. He could bet Ilya really knows how to use them. His eyes flick to Ilya’s other hand as it brings the cigarette back up to his lips to take a long drag. The little red dot in the night air glides closer to Ilya’s pinched fingers and it makes Shane’s throat dry for some reason.
“Was it true? What they were saying.” Ilya asks and it takes Shane a second to piece together what he’s asking. But he does. It can only mean one thing.
“Yeah.”
This makes Ilya pause. He looks at his friend even closer and sees no reason why women aren’t all over him. He’s as adorable as could be. Everyone talks about his rosy cheeks and his freckles covering his perfect nose. They talk about how his face stays so perfect even though he plays a sport famous for broken teeth and fucked up faces. He always smells nice even after spending all day working out. He wears whatever the hell he wants and he still has people fawning over him. So…
“Why?” Ilya asks. And even though it’s only one word it’s loaded.
“I’m not sure. I’ve made out with girls. I was almost given… ya know… many times but… I don’t know. I’ve just never felt what I think sex is supposed to feel like before it starts.” Shane swallows hard, now letting his eyes shift to Ilya’s lips where he watches him take another puff of his cigarette. “And Rose and I-” He continues. He’s trying to not let his mouth start to drool watching Ilya smoke. “We tried a couple times but it didn’t turn out good at all.”
“What does this mean?” Ilya asks finishing the first cigarette and starting an other.
“Well I don’t think I like giving... Ya know… oral I guess. And then she got on top of me and I just couldn’t stay hard. Ended up just watching a movie both times. Now we’re just friends.”
Ilya takes a closer look at Shane now. He hardly notices as his eyes are trained on Ilya’s hands. His lit cigarette. But when he looks down from shane’s pink cheeks to his pebbled nipples he remembers it’s not cold outside at all. It’s actually unseasonably warm as they have just begun training for the season. Then he looks down even further to see that Shane had no trouble getting hard just from being around him. It’s typical of him when he’s drunk but Ilya has chosen to ignore that all these years in the effort not to violate his best friend.
“Shanya… Can I ask you something?” Ilya asks and watches as Shane nods with his dazed eyes. “How much have you had to drink?”
“Not much. One beer and one of something Bood made me. I also had one puff of someone’s pen but it was kinda shitty. I feel pretty much sober.”
Ilya nods with a low hum. His eyes set more intensely on the bulge in Shane’s pants that is obvious through the basketball shorts he’s wearing. He thinks it’s kinda cute actually. How in Shane’s big age with all of his money, he’s going to parties in a pair of 5 inch inseam shorts and what he would call a nice workout tee because it has a little design on the front. From Ilya’s efforts to be obvious, Shane notices the eyes on his boner and attempts to hide it but Ilya just won’t let that be the end of things this time. So Ilya stands up and chooses to lean against the railing facing his best friend showing off the fact that yes, he’s hard too.
“Can I ask follow up question?” Ilya asks and Shane nods. “What are you thinking about right now?”
Shane swallows hard and tries to summon some courage. His eyes begin searching the floor of the balcony for it as if that will help at all. But when he looks up all of the courage he needs is right there. It’s held in Ilya’s hands that gently adjust his dick in his pants. Shane’s mouth begins to water thinking about how big it is. How it would feel in his mouth. How his best friend would taste. So he clears his throat and reaches out for that hand. He takes it gently and separates two fingers from the rest of them. They’re probably the fingers Ilya just had inside of someone else and the thought of that suddenly makes him so jealous he’s almost shaking. His eyes flash up to meet his best friend.
“I think I want to know what your… what you taste like.” Shane brings the two fingers to his lips and watches as Ilya’s blue eyes turn as black as the sky above him. As gentle permission Ilya presses the fingers against Shane’s plush lips and he’s rewarded with the view of Shane gently closing his mouth around the digits. Immediately Shane’s warm mouth coats the fingers in his saliva. His tongue caresses them pushing between them and swirling around them as he sucks the flavor of someone else off of his best friend. The taste of woman is short lived as Ilya had washed his hands immediately after the exchange but underneath holds a flavor that makes Shane moan against his own permission. He can taste Ilya’s rough skin. He can taste the warm slightly salty essence of Ilya and feel the fingers begin to prune in his wet mouth. While Ilya will still let him, he sucks every bit of his spit mixed with Ilya’s sweat off of Ilya’s fingers and lets the digits push in until they reach the back of his throat where he just keeps sucking, somehow not needing to gag. He sees Ilya’s eyes widen at this. He pulls his fingers out of Shane’s mouth and drags the wet fingers across his jawline to get Shane to look up at him.
“So you do like giving oral. You just wish it was a man yes?” Ilya asks and is met with a timid nod from the man below him.
“Keep telling me what you want.” Ilya directs in a lower sexy voice Shane has never heard before. God he wants to hear it for the rest of his life.
“I want you to-” Shane stops, noticing his voice is mostly breath. “I want you to take my virginity.” Ilya can’t control his heart long enough to respond so Shane brings it home with a quiet, “Please.”
“Are you sure solnyshko? You trust me to do this?” Ilya asks and feels his heart skip a beat when Shane nuzzles his face against his hand like he’s a damn cat. “I don’t want to break your heart. Ruin you for other people. You know I’m not the dating kind.”
“I’m sure. And I know. But still there’s no one I trust more.” Shane whispers, reaching forward to hook his fingers in Ilya’s waistband in preparation to pull his pants down. If Ilya was a stronger man he would lift Shane to his mouth and kiss him like he deserves to be kissed but that mouth, those freckles, those big eyes, that juicy bottom lip… he’s helpless as he watches Shane push his pants and boxers to the floor in one go. He’s left dumfounded as he stares at the length in front of him like it’s the 8th wonder of the world. Ilya guides him forward slowly before Shane gets the courage to open his mouth and run his tongue over the glistening tip of Ilya’s cock. He’s eager, Ilya can tell this, but Shane does his best to savor the feel of soft skin on his tongue and the lingering taste of Ilya he hopes never leaves his senses. Ilya’s lip catches between his own teeth as he watches Shanes eyes flutter closed as he takes just the tip in his mouth and tastes it in a way he knows feels way better than if it were anyone else. With Shane’s mouth on him it’s a struggle to not let his knees go weak and his mouth fall slack to groan into the air where he knows other people will be listening.
“Holy fuck Hollander…” He breathes instead as his friend begins gently sucking more of him in his mouth like he’s afraid to break something. It’s obvious that Shane has never even received a good blowjob but the fact that he’s trying so hard makes up for his lack of skill. When his brows furrow and he starts bobbing his head on it, taking more and more with each movement that’s when the sweetness ends and Ilya can see how much Shane would like some guidance. Ilya’s still moist fingers move to cup the back of Shane’s head to hold him in place as he begins to gently roll his hips into his nice warm mouth. The feeling of being filled makes a helpless moan leak striaght from Shane’s chest that vibrates through Ilya’s whole body. Shane is nothing but a melting puddle of need and heat and sex and god Ilya could stay there all day if he could control the selfish urge to take more and more of the man below him. Soon enough Ilya can hear a soft clicking sound beneath the moans to signal the fact that he’s hitting the back of Shane’s throat and he isn’t even close to gagging.
“Holy fuck you were made for me.” Ilya finally moans into the air and it urges Shane on but honestly if this admittedly unskilled and innocent blowjob goes on one second longer he’s going to come way too early. Shane attempts to suck harder, hum louder but he’s stopped in his tracks by Ilya pulling him to his feet. Before he has time to think, Ilya’s mouth is pressed against his in a tender kiss. It starts that way at least. It isn’t long before it’s all tongue and teeth and lips and the attempt to get as close as possible as if they intend to swallow each other whole with their mouths alone. They seem to need it more than air. They need it more than life. The world could be ending just over the edge of this balcony and they wouldn’t notice because within the exchange of saliva in their mouths, the world is only beginning.
Ilya’s hands wrap around his best friend to rest at his lower back and guide Shane’s desperate grind of hips and slowly start walking them back to the sliding door that leads to the balcony.
“Did I do a good job?” Shane asks soft and vulnerable against his best friend’s lips.
“Too good. Way too fucking good. Next time I will have to fuck that pretty throat.” Ilya mumbles. Next time Shane thinks and it makes his stomach flutter. He’d tell the Russian man how that made him feel if he could stop himself from enjoying Ilya just desperate to get his tongue as deep in Shane’s obedient mouth as possible. Sadly they still need to pull away to breathe at times. Sadly their hearts beating rapidly keeps making them clumsy as they reach for the door. Ilya’s other hand reaches to snub the cigaratte out on the ash tray Wyatt keeps on this balcony for parties. Shane can’t stop himself from stopping Ilya with a grab to his wrists. Then the world stops as words slip out of Shane’s mouth before he can stop them. Or at least he thinks they’re words. Really what he says is:
“Pslsptuturcigoutoneme.”
“What?” Ilya asks with a breathless chuckle against Shane’s lips.
“Please. P-please put your cigarette out on me.” Shane whines, struggling to catch his breath from the most amazing kiss of his life.
“You really- you want me to do that?” Ilya is throbbing at this. No one has ever asked him anything close to this.
“Please Ilya. I think about it every time I see you smoke. I want it on my lower back and my neck and- fuck- everywhere. I want it so bad.” Shane whines, letting his head drop to Ilya’s neck to lick and nibble at the skin there. Ilya would proudly get marked by Shane too. With the length and closeness of their friendship he can think of no one better to be marked by. But this is permanent. And the thought of Shane wanting it so badly makes him so insanely turned on he thinks he’ll either pass out or cum right then and there if he does it. He’ll need to do it. His cock is telling him he has no other choice but to indulge.
“Bite down on me, kotik.” Ilya hums and Shane listens, closing his teeth on Ilya’s neck as he slowly lifts the back of Shane’s shirt to expose his lower back. All of Shane’s muscles tense in anticipation of the pain of the small burn but he doesn’t dare flinch as Ilya nears the sensitive skin. Soon enough the hot ember begins to press against Shane’s tanned skin and he mewls into Ilya’s neck, squirming on his feet as the pain radiates from the bottom of his spine throughout his whole body and seemingly through the tip of his painfully hard cock.
“Fuck Shane. You’re so much hotter than I dreamed of.” Ilya hums, quickly discarding the smashed cigarette and guiding Shane through the door and to the bed in the middle of Wyatt’s room. Swiftly Shane is turned over and pushed face first onto the bed, kneeling over the edge of it so Ilya can get a good look at the burn. It’s bright red and angry and covered in ash so Ilya leans down to lick over the spot as he pushes Shane’s shirt all the way up so he’ll take it off. The ash is bitter on Ilya’s tongue and the tang of plasma underneath from Shane’s skin quickly trying to heal itself makes Ilya feral for his long time friend. He’s sure the mark will stay forever for every single person who dares to look at the space above his sweet virgin friend’s ass. His friend who will never be a virgin again after tonight. The thought of Shane consciously giving this special moment to him makes Ilya smile uncontrollably as he flips Shane onto his back to begin getting him the rest of the way naked.
Shane notices the cheesy smile on Ilya’s face and it makes him giggle as Ilya shimmies his pants and boxers down in one go. “Do you always get this happy when you’re about to-”
“No.” Ilya chuckles too and begins peppering kisses all around Shane’s thighs and his v-line and everywhere he can reach. “I only get like this when I get to fuck someone like you. This has never happened before.” He grasps the base of Shane’s length and meets his eyes. “I show you how to do this good?”
Shane nods frantically and tries to stay as still as possible as Ilya licks a long stripe from base to tip before locking eyes with him and closing his mouth around the tip. Ilya moans at the flavor and that’s the last thing Shane can pick out before Ilya turns into a damn succubus. Shane has no choice but to squirm around the bed and moan loudly as Ilya holds him down with one hand on his thigh, one playing with one of his nipples, and his mouth working like it was made for this on Shane’s unsuspecting cock. Shane grabs desperately at the mess of curls on Ilya’s head just to stay grounded as his eyes roll back in his head and sounds he has honestly never heard before escape his lips.
“Holy fucking shit Ilya. Holy shit!” He gasps as he feels like his soul is being sucked out of his chest through his dick. But then his stomach tightens and he curls forward when he feels Ilya’s wondering thumb start to touch the delicate space between his balls and his hole. He’s about to end this way way wayyyy too early.
“Get off Ilya. Fuck! Holy shit get off I’m gonna-” Ilya listens and pulls off with a pop leaving Shane no choice but to curl up into a fetal position on the bed as Ilya moves to curl up around him.
“Good huh?” Ilya hums with a shiteating grin on his face. Shane is only able to answer in the form of a whine. “I like that you are loud. I’m gonna make you scream some more. How does that sound?” He gives the sweet virgin a few breaths to calm down before reaching down to run his hand over Shane’s nice plump ass he earned from years of hockey. His fingers dip between the cheeks to feel for that delicate skin again. “You touch yourself here?”
Shane nods but Ilya waits for a verbal answer. “Sometimes I… I have a-”
“A dildo?” Ilya asks bluntly making his Shanebug into a tomato. “Is bigger than me?” Shane responds with an elbow to Ilya’s ribs. “I will not fuck you unless you tell me.”
“Yes I have one and I- I use it sometimes to um… To prepare for…” Shane rolls onto his stomach to hide but Ilya is not having that one bit. He rolls Shane back over to climb on top and hold him on his back.
“You prepared for me? What does this mean?” Ilya smirks down at his sweet freckle faced friend who gets even more pink as if that’s even possible.
“In the shower sometimes I- Ilya this is so embarrassing do you really want me to-” Shane whines and shifts his hips to urge Ilya to continue taking his virginity instead of talking.
“Would it help you to know I get off to you too? I didn’t tell you because I didn’t think you were wanting to try a man.”
And I guess it does help. Because shane continues.
“Sometimes in the shower I think of your hands and I finger myself and play with the um- the spot I guess. I stick my thingy to the floor and ride it.” Ilya obviously likes what he hears because he begins to grind against him, their hard cocks rubbing together, still moist from spit. “I r- I ride it and I moan your name and I-”
“Yeah? Do you come with your hands on your cock wishing it was me?” The grinding gets harder as sweat begins to dot Ilya’s forehead. Shane stares wishing he could lick it off.
“I don’t need my hands. Only you.”
Ilya’s eyes go wide and feral at that and Shane wishes he had a picture of it so he could save that face forever. But all he can do is wish he can see it again one day.
“You want me tonight?” Ilya asks, already leaning over to check Wyatt’s bedside drawer to see if he keeps lube and condoms here. When he sees a tub of vaseline he decides it’ll have to do.
“Please. Yes. I want it so bad.” Shane whines and grabs Ilya’s hand that’s holding the vaseline, urging him to stop looking for condoms. “And I want you to cum inside me.”
“Fuck.” Is all Ilya can reply with as his body seems to go weak at the concept. His forehead rests on Shane’s peck as he dips two fingers in the tub of vaseline to make them slippery. Shane eagerly spreads his legs wider for the man on top of him as Ilya slowly covers his hole in the makeshift lube.
“Just relax for me lyubimy.” Ilya whispers and looks up at Shane as he begins gently licking his nipple as he presses the first finger in. Shane is practically sucking him in like he needs this. He can’t think about what this means, why Shane needs this so bad, how long he’s been preparing, or he won’t last as long as he wants. Instead he tries to focus on Shane’s soft warmth, his teeth tugging at Shane’s hershey kiss nipples and turning them a deeper shane of blush brown. He focuses on the feeling of Shane relaxing around him just enough to accept a second finger. He thinks about the way Shane’s moan rumbles through his chest as he enjoys the stretch and the feeling of the fingers he’s been waiting so long for already.
“Oh Ilya that feels so fucking good.” Shane mewls as Ilya hooks his finger to play with the sensitive bud within his best friend. His stomach aches with arousal as he imagines Shane trying to find it himself and arching his back like he is now when he finds it. He taps and gently caresses the bundle of nerves and enjoys the way Shane can barely stay still, barely breathe as he arches into the touch and pleads for more.
“Fuck me Ilya please fuck me.” Shane moans loud causing Ilya to look up with a smirk.
“You want the whole house to hear huh? You want them to know how much you love this cock and want it filling you?” Ilya teases but he’s surprised to see Shane nodding. It makes Ilya sit up and finally consider taking more. He drags his fingers out and Shane is quick to take part in covering Ilya’s cock in their lube and pulling him closer.
“I- I know I’m a virgin but- Please Ilya. Fuck me like I’m not.” Shane begs bringing his own knees to his chest in preparation.
“Fuck Shane.” Ilya hums in surprise and begins lining up. He holds one knee to Shane’s chest with his already slick fingers and begins pressing in. He’s not sure who moans louder as he gets the tip inside of his best friend. He’s so warm, so tight, so fucking perfect neither of them can breathe. But he’s surprised to feel Shane grabbing at his ass anyway, pulling him in and urging him deeper. Ilya obliges and holds Shane’s knees down with both hands as he pushes in until his hips are flush with Shane’s ass.
“You’re so big Capitan. Fuck.” Shane’s eyes roll back. Hearing those words feels like a revelation to Ilya. Suddenly he does feel like the capitan and Shane is nothing but his sexy little prize at the end of a game.
“Yeah? You want your capitan to tear you open?” Ilya asks, stalling to get Shane to adjust while still pandering to his eagerness.
“Please. Please fucking tear me up capitan.” Shane moans and begins moving his hips as much as he can to prove that if Ilya doesn’t start moving soon Shane will be putting matters into his own hands. So Ilya listens and begins a slow rhythm in and out of his best friend as sweat already begins pouring down his face, showing the effort it’s taking to go slow.
“That feels so good. Please dont fucking hold back. Please!” Shane begs and Ilya listens this time. The bed begins to rock and bang on the wall as he goes and Shane seems to love the sound. Still he’s louder than it as he takes the cock like he was made for it, the whole time screaming his name, screaming his title. He’s sure the whole house can hear and he hopes to god they’re going to be accepting of the freak they’ll be seeing in the locker room next week.
“You take me so well lyubimy. You were made for this.” Ilya grunts as Shane’s stomach begins tightening and his dick starts leaking more steadily on his stomach. The room fills with the music of slapping skin, the bedframe on the wall, and the beautiful noises leaking out of their mouths. They’ve both never felt something so mind blowing. It almost makes Ilya regret everyone he’s ever fucked beofre this.
“I wanna ride you. Please let me ride you.” Shane begs and he doesn’t have to ask again. Ilya flips them over so Shane is on top bouncing up and down and around in small circles on it like he would in the shower. Ilya can see himself poking into Shane’s abdomen like it’s trying to come out his bellybutton. Shane can see it too and he blows Ilya away by putting his hands there to feel Ilya’s tip each time he bottoms out. Ilya is at a loss for words as he observes and feels his innocent friend turn into a slut before his eyes. Shane then starts bouncing harder as he feels himself getting close.
“Are you gonna come on your capitan’s cock like the good slut you are?” Ilya hums and watches Shane’s dick twitch in front of him.
“Holy shit yes. Fucking fill me and I’ll come.” He mewls and suddenly there’s a loud crash as the bed under their hips caves in. The bed fucking broke and normally this would kill the moment but no. Shane just keeps going. Keeps squeezing the fucking life out of him through his cock.
“I’m a bad fucking slut. I broke the bed.” Shane chuckles and takes one of Ilya’s hands to bring it to his throat. He looks into Ilya’s eyes pleadinly as he squeezes the hand, urging Ilya to choke him. When his hand tightens around Shane’s throat to restrict his air Shane only starts bouncing with more urgency. Even more when his face begins to turn red and his veins begin to show on his forehead. When Ilya releases the tension he mewls loudly and takes a sharp breath before pleading for more. Ilya can’t help but thank whatever porn star showed Shane this in his head as he plays with his best friend’s breath until he can feel the familiar but more intense tug of an oncoming orgasm pull at his insides. Too intense to think about holding back.
“Shane. Fuck. Holy- I’m gonna.” Ilya gruns and he can see Shane plead for it but he can’t hear as he comes so hard he almost blacks out. He fills his best friend’s waiting hole and feels it get milked out of him as Shane begins covering both of their chests in hot white cum too. All they can both feel is euphoria from head to toe as they grab each other just to hold on to earth and breathe through orgasms so strong their legs are shaking the moment they stop moving.
Ilya can’t help but stare with wide eyes at the ceiling as Shane slumps down on his chest still filled with Ilya’s softening erection. He can barely believe the way Shane left him with a broken bed, a body covered in cum, and a lifetime’s worth of memories to jack off to. He reaches around to caress over Shane’s back and feels the cigarette burn with his fingertips, spurting out just a bit more into the man at the memory. Wyatt is gonna be pissed when he finds out. Beyond pissed. They’ll probably have to pay for a new bed frame. But none of that matters right now as Shane looks up at him with tired blissful eyes.
“Is it always this good?” He asks.
“Fuck no.” Ilya chuckles and kisses Shane’s sweaty forehead. “Where the hell did you learn this stuff?”
Shane hums and nuzzles closer to Ilya’s chest as he lets his eyes flutter closed still with Ilya’s dick and a lot of cum inside of him.
“Dreamed about it.” Shane whispers and yawns. Ilya can only lay dazed staring at the ceiling as the beautiful man laying on top of him begins to doze off. Now Ilya will have to find a way to make sure his best friend sleeps with him for as long as possible. Forever if he can help it.
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“Oh come on Ilya!! I said Shane could use my bed. Not the fuckboy of the team. Of fucking course you broke it.” Wyatt whines the following morning when he finds his bed in pieces. By now Ilya has already made sure Shane has showered and dressed back up as his innocent self well on his way back home to save him from the embarrassment.
“Listen Hazy. I got a little carried away. But I’ll buy you a new one.” He pats his teammate on the back and finishes getting his own self ready to go.
“Yeah you bet your ass you will. And next time you’re taking your girl home like everyone else did. I heard her screaming by the way asshole.”
“Oh did you?” Ilya raises a brow, knowing it was Shane but also loving the idea of having the information that his best friend is a screamer all to himself.
“Must have been good.” Ilya winks and makes his way home with another cigarette tucked in his lips and an impenetrable smile on his still swollen lips from the second round they had in the morning.