Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid

Relationships:

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov/Original Male Character(s)

Characters:

Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, Original Character - Conrad "Delzy" DelZotto

Additional Tags:

Threesome - M/M/M, Alternate Universe, My Hopes Are Prone to Elevate Universe, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Hand Jobs, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Gratuitous Smut, Light Angst, Good Boy Shane Hollander

Language:

English

Series:

Part 2 of "My Hopes Are Prone to Elevate" Universe

Stats:

Published: 2026-02-02 Words: 5,007 Chapters: 1/1

I'm not proud

Summary

A story within the universe of My Hopes Are Prone to Elevate, in which Shane and Ilya start as rookies together on the Centaurs.

Notes

I don't know what happened, but one day I woke up and *needed* the boys to have a threesome with their beloved captain Delzy, so here it is.

To be very clear: this is like an AU of my AU - this would never actually happen, but sometimes the thoughts... they wander. When I write the sequel, this will not be part of it.

If you haven't read My Hopes Are Prone to Elevate, idk why you're here, but this is mostly just smut, so proceed if you like!

Thank you from the depths of my soul to Nico and Heather for encouraging my nonsense and beta-ing this silly thing!!!

As the 34-year-old captain of the Ottawa Centaurs, Conrad DelZotto felt a certain level of responsibility for all of the younger guys on his team. But he felt especially responsible for Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov, about to start their 3rd NHL season, but still the young media darlings and the future of the league — who were taking a huge risk by being in a mostly-secret relationship right under everyone’s noses. He took his role as elder queer seriously, knowing he could have used someone like himself when he was their age.

But.

Well. 

The thing was, he was a man. And gay. And there were two very attractive young men making out on his couch right now. And there was no way he could deny that it was hot. He knew he shouldn’t be watching, he felt like a total creep. But he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

He’d had the whole team over for a pre-season party before training camp started in a few days, and everyone else had left already. Some had partners come pick them up, others hadn’t had much to drink. But these two had a few too many, and Delzy insisted that they stay the night in a guest room. And it looked like they weren’t hesitating at all to get very comfortable. 

Shane looked like he was about a minute away from straddling Roz’s lap, and Delzy had to snap out of this and walk away. He turned around to walk back to the kitchen, but just as he did, he heard a voice that sounded like it was trying to whisper, but failing. He took a step so he was out of sight, but strained to keep listening

“You were very touchy with Delzy tonight.”

It was Roz. 

“Huh?” 

That was definitely Shane.

“You kept touching him. Putting your hand on his arm, you hugged him like three times,” Roz’s voice didn’t sound angry, it was more teasing.

“No I didn’t,” Shane protested, and Delzy chuckled to himself. Shane definitely had hugged him a few times after that third or fourth beer.

“You did, Kotik,” Roz laughed a little, and called Shane something in Russian that Delzy didn’t understand.

“Fuck off. Are you jealous or something?” Shane grumbled, then Delzy heard him whimper —  Roz must have done something to elicit that sound, and fuck, it was a nice sound.

“Not jealous,” Roz replied, “Just wondering if you will sneak into Delzy’s room tonight. Do something about it.”

“Shut up, Ilya,” Shane whined.

“I think he would like it,” Roz purred — there was no other word for it. “Maybe he would like it if I came in too.”

And then the talking stopped. They must be kissing again. Delzy took a deep breath, trying to calm himself and stop the blood that was rushing to his dick. 

Would he like it if Shane snuck into his room tonight? Would he like it if Roz joined too? Of course he would. But that was so fucking fucked up, and hearing those words come out of Roz’s mouth had his head spinning. 

Delzy had always suspected that Shane was attracted to him. Shane tried to kiss him on New Year’s Eve a couple of years ago for god’s sake. But that wasn’t their relationship. And it had been obvious to Delzy that Shane had been obsessively crushing on Roz from the first day of training camp last year, so he didn’t really feel like he needed to worry about it. But now he wondered… was this something Shane and Roz had talked about? Fuck, that idea made Delzy’s head spin even more.

“Wouldn’t you like it, Delzy?” Roz’s voice, at full volume now, called out across the large room and reached his ears in the kitchen. 

Delzy’s stomach lurched, mortified that he’d apparently been caught watching them. He didn’t know what to do. Did he ignore Roz and clean the kitchen and hope they’d have begged off to their room by the time he was done? Or did he face them, apologize, and try to move on? 

Or did he… tell the truth? That yes, he would like that?

Delzy swallowed hard. He still had the light buzz of one too many beers coursing through his veins, and it was making him feel reckless. He turned the corner, and saw Roz twisted to look at Delzy over the back of the couch, and the back of Shane’s head, bent forward slightly. Delzy could picture the rosy blush that was likely painting Shane’s cheeks right now.

“So what if I did?”

Shane’s head whipped around at him, eyes wide. Roz smirked and looked at Shane’s shocked face like he wanted to eat him alive. Delzy didn’t blame him. He walked towards the couch, hoping the bulge that was growing in his pants wasn’t obvious.

“You shouldn’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to,” Delzy continued, as he rounded the couch and sat down in the loveseat perpendicular to it.

“Who says we do not want the answer?” Roz volleyed back.

This felt like a game, but he wasn’t actually sure who was playing and what the rules were.

"Doesn't look like Hollander here wants to know the answer,” Delzy gestured at Shane, who was leaning forward and holding his head in his hands.

Shane slowly lifted his head — he was bright red, looked terrified, but asked quietly, “Would you… um… want that?” 

Roz licked his lips and quirked an eyebrow. Was this a trap, or was Shane propositioning him?

“Kid, I don’t know what’s happening right now, but do you really want an honest answer to that question?” Delzy bent forward, elbows on his knees and hands clasped between them. 

Shane swallowed hard and glanced at Roz with a pleading look on his face.

“He is being serious,” Roz answered for Shane. “We both are.”

He said it bluntly, like it wasn’t a fucking insane proposition. Like they weren’t crossing a boundary that couldn’t be uncrossed. Like they weren’t tempting Delzy into something he had no business doing, but suddenly craved with an intensity that took him by surprise.

“Well.” Delzy pushed off his knees and stood. “I’ll be in my room. It’s all the way at the end of the hall upstairs. And the door will be open. Do what you will with that information. And if you do nothing, I’ll forget this conversation ever happened, and I suggest you do the same.”

He walked halfway up the stairs, leaving his two young teammates staring at him from their spot on the couch, then turned back, “Turn the lights off down here when you go to bed, whichever bed that is, okay?”

Shane nodded Of course he did. That kid loved nothing more than an instruction. Fuck. 

Delzy took himself through his nightly routine, brushing his teeth and washing his face and undressed down to his boxer briefs. That’s how he usually slept, and if they did come into his room, why bother with the formality of pajamas. He left his bedroom door open, turned off all the lights but one lamp on his side of the bed, got under the covers, and started scrolling Instagram on his phone. If no one came to his door in the next 15 minutes, he’d close the door and go to sleep. He tried not to hope they would.

He heard some puttering around downstairs, then silence for a few minutes, and then the lights in the living room were off, and Delzy assumed they’d decided to go to bed. Probably for the best.

But then, a minute later, he heard the telltale creak of footsteps up the stairs. Two pairs of footsteps. Fuck.

And there they were in his doorway, Shane standing in front of Roz, Roz’s hand possessively holding his waist. They’d both changed into the sweats they must have found in the guest room dresser, and neither of them were wearing shirts. They really were doing this, huh?

“Well, don’t just stand there,” Delzy huffed a laugh as he got up and moved to sit at the foot of the bed. 

Roz nudged Shane forward, and they ambled in, Shane with a shy smile and Roz licking his lips. Delzy’s cock twitched. 

“So, um, we talked about it,” Shane started talking, to Delzy’s utter shock. He figured Roz would do all the talking here. “And Ilya thinks… uh… well… the thing is, it’s not like I have a thing for you, but you are really fucking hot okay?”

Delzy laughed, but bit his lips between his teeth to let Shane keep talking.

“And like Ilya thinks so too, so… fuck. Yeah,” Shane trailed off with a shrug. 

“Roz, you want this too?” Delzy asked one more time, just to confirm. He knew they were all still probably drunk, but he wasn’t doing this without a clear yes.

“Yes,” was all Roz said, and that was enough. 

“Okay. In that case, Shane, take those pants off and come sit over here,” Delzy instructed, then patted the spot next to him on the edge of the bed.

Shane shucked his sweats, and Delzy’s throat went dry at the sight of his erection pushing against his boxer briefs. He glanced at Roz while Shane moved to sit next to him — his gaze was hot and intense, focused on Shane’s every move. Delzy’s eyes drifted down to see that Roz was hard too. He nodded at Roz with his chin, and he got the hint and dropped his pants too.

This was so wrong. But the alcohol in his blood did just enough to quiet that thought.

Next to him, Shane was almost trembling, and Delzy rubbed a hand across his back to try and ease his nerves. Shane’s eyes fluttered closed, and Delzy looked back to Roz and said, “Tell me what Hollander likes, I think he’s a little too nervous to talk.” 

A smirk snaked across Roz’s face, and he asked, “And I am to watch?” 

“For now,” Delzy replied, still rubbing his hand across Shane’s shoulders. Shane was looking up at Roz too, expectantly.

“Shane loves to have a dick in his mouth, don’t you?” Roz asked casually.

Somehow, Shane’s cheeks turned even pinker than he already was and nodded, looking at Delzy with wide, needy eyes. Then he slinked down off the edge of the bed and situated himself on his knees between Delzy’s wide-spread legs.

“Fuck,” Delzy breathed, barely a whisper. He squeezed his eyes shut to steady himself. Shane was so beautiful. Delzy knew it, he saw him all the time. He’d seen him determined, angry, triumphant. He’d fucking held Shane while he cried. But he’d never seen him like this — wet lips slightly parted and practically panting with arousal.

Shane lifted his hands from where they'd been resting on his knees and curled his fingers into the waistband of Delzy’s boxer briefs, and the slight brush against the sensitive skin of his abdomen set Delzy on fire. He lifted his hips slightly so Shane could release his desperate cock and toss the shorts aside. At the same time, Ilya sat next to Delzy in the spot where Shane had been, the warmth of his body pleasantly radiating into Delzy where their arms brushed.

Both men looked down at Shane, who smiled shyly under their gazes, eyes darting back and forth between them. 

“Come here, kid,” Delzy murmured, sliding his hand into Shane’s hair and gently guiding him toward his cock. Shane was pliant and moved easily, hovering his lips over the tip and grasping the base with a surprisingly tight grip. 

That alone sent shocks of pleasure through Delzy’s body, which were amplified exponentially when Shane opened his mouth and pressed a wet kiss to the head of his cock, with the faintest swipe of his tongue across the tip. Delzy had to brace himself with a hand behind him on the bed as he sighed out a moan of relief. His other hand stayed gently in Shane’s silky hair, not pushing or pulling, just holding on for stability more than anything.

Pulling off, Shane let the saliva that had gathered on his tongue drip down Delzy’s shaft and used his hand to slide it down his length. He followed his hand with his mouth again, sinking farther down onto Delzy’s cock, and Delzy let out a shuddering breath. He resisted the urge to close his eyes, not wanting to miss out on the sight of Shane Hollander’s lips sliding up and down his cock with enthusiasm. He heard a small moan rumble from Shane’s chest as his cock hit the back of his throat, eliciting a moan from Delzy in return.

“He is very good, yes?” Roz drawled, looking down at Shane adoringly — Shane was looking back at him with lust burning in his eyes.

Delzy’s head was spinning. He hadn’t expected these 20 and 21-year-olds to be intense, or he suspected, so kinky. But it was clear that Shane was getting off on Roz watching him. 

“Fuck. Yes,” Delzy breathed as Shane bobbed on his cock. He was very good. Like, shockingly good. He knew Shane was a perfectionist, but he had never thought about how that might apply to his sex life. The idea of Shane practicing and perfecting his blow job skills on Roz made Delzy dizzy just imagining it. “So good.”

Delzy brushed Shane’s hair off of his face with a gentle hand, just to see his gorgeous face and soft lips wrapped around his cock even better, and caught his eyes fluttering closed in pleasure at the praise. As Shane got Delzy closer and closer to release, he felt Roz shift on the bed, and turned to see him sliding off his own boxer briefs, taking himself in hand. Delzy had definitely seen it out of the corner of his eye in the dressing room, and he knew Roz was packing, but seeing his cock fully hard was a completely different experience. He tried not to stare as Roz started to stroke himself, eyes still locked on Shane. 

With a final swipe of his tongue, Shane pulled off Delzy’s cock, and a long string of spit trailed from Shane’s swollen bottom lip until he licked it up. Shane swallowed thickly then spoke, a little horse from the deepthroating he’d been attempting.

“Was that…” he breathed heavily through his mouth. “...okay?”

“Fuck kid, yeah, that was very okay,” Delzy sighed out, catching his breath as he realized how close he was to coming. “I know you love to practice, guess that applies to everything, huh?”

If he hadn’t already been so flushed, Shane definitely would have been blushing, but as it was, he just ducked his head with a smile while Roz laughed lightly. 

“Don’t be shy,” Delzy used a forefinger to nudge Shane’s chin up, and Shane followed with the rest of his body, standing in front of Delzy. His bulge was straining against his boxer briefs, and Delzy couldn’t take his eyes off of it.

“Come here, lyubov,” Ilya called Shane what he assumed was a Russian pet name, and he reached a hand out and Shane took it, shifting to stand in front of him. They smiled at each other, a soft, hot, private smile that Delzy had never seen between them before.

Delzy had seen them smile at each other a lot over the last two years — sarcastic smiles, determined smiles, smiles when they got goals and won games, smiles that they shared with the rest of the room. But this was an expression they clearly reserved for each other when they were alone together, and Delzy was getting a peak into the love these young men shared. His heart ached for an instant before he shut that down, and took his thoughts back to the hard dick between his legs, still slick with Shane’s spit.

The boys were making out now, and Delzy lazily stroked himself while he watched Shane climb into Roz’s lap, and they lost themselves in each other. He could see their tongues swiping into each other’s mouths and heard faint whining moans escape Shane’s throat as he started to grind on Roz. 

Not that he minded watching, not at all, but they were in Delzy’s bed and he wasn’t going to be ignored. So Delzy cleared his throat, and they separated, breathing hard and smiling innocently at Delzy. 

“You need me for anything here?” He asked with a wry smile.

“Sorry,” Shane huffed. “Yeah.”

Shane stood, and both Delzy and Roz sat there, taking in his toned body with its golden glow from a summer spent on the lake.

“Um, so…” Shane chewed his lip. “What now?”

“How about you let us take care of you?” Delzy asked, looking at Roz for confirmation that his instinct on how this was going to go was right.

“Oh yes, we will take good care of him,” Ilya said to Delzy. “Where do you want him?”

Delzy heard Shane’s sharp intake of breath and could sense Shane trembling without even looking at him — and he wasn’t at all surprised that Shane loved this kind of casual dominance from Roz. 

After thinking for a moment, Delzy climbed fully onto the bed, kneeling. 

“Sit where I was sitting, Shane. Roz, you get on your knees in front of him,” Delzy directed, and they moved obediently like he was leading them in some drill on the ice. 

Instead of instructing, Delzy pressed on Shane’s shoulder, physically telling him where he needed to be — on his back. Roz seemed to understand exactly what Delzy was thinking, because he stripped off Shane’s boxer briefs then spread Shane’s legs wide, putting him on delicious display. The tip of his cock was dripping wet, and his balls were high and tight already. 

Roz leaned in and licked a stripe up from the base off Shane’s balls to the tip of his cock, and Shane moaned long and low, lighting Delzy up inside. He needed to be touching Shane again right now. While Roz worked his cock, Delzy leaned over Shane and smiled fondly down at him.

“You look so good like this kid,” Delzy told him, and brushed Shane’s hair off his forehead again.

“Yeah? You like it?” Shane asked in breathy reply, and Delzy assumed he meant to to be flirty, but it felt more like a plea for affirmation. 

“Yeah, bud, I like it,” he said before descending on Shane’s lips, which were already slightly parted in invitation. 

Shane kissed like he did everything, with intensity and earnestness. He kissed like he was going to be graded on it later, and Delzy would happily give him top marks and a gold star with how good his lush mouth felt opening up for Delzy’s tongue. While their mouths moved together, Delzy could hear the wet slurping sounds of Roz devouring Shane’s cock, and he could feel the moans of pleasure rumbling in Shane’s chest. Shane reached both hands up into Delzy’s hair and gripped tightly as he rocked his hips slightly and sucked on Delzy’s tongue.

Fuck, it was good. He never would have imagined that kissing Shane — still his rookie in his mind, if he was being honest — would feel so devastatingly good. That Shane’s long fingers in his hair would have Delzy melting under his touch and craving so much more. He heard Roz pull off Shane’s cock, and Shane’s corresponding whine of need at the loss, and pulled away as well.

“No,” Shane whined, tugging into Delzy’s scalp. 

“Shane, let Delzy come down here and taste your cock. He needs it,” Roz purred up at them, and Delzy looked back at him. “Don’t you?”

“Yes, fuck, shit, yes,” Delzy kind of babbled, but he didn’t care. Shane’s length was practically visibly throbbing with need, and Delzy suddenly did need it, more than he’d ever needed anything. 

“Okay?” Delzy turned back to ask the man below him.

Shane just nodded, looking too wrecked to answer verbally. 

“Whatever you need, kid,” Delzy kissed him lightly one more time before shuffling to the end of the bed. 

While he moved, Roz tucked his muscled arms under Shane’s thick thighs and draped Shane’s legs over his shoulder. Delzy watched, lips still kiss-wet and parted, as Roz nudged Shane into position and started lapping lightly at Shane’s exposed hole. The noise Shane made went straight to Delzy’s dick and snapped him to attention.

“Delzy, please,” Shane whimpered. 

He didn’t need to be asked again. Delzy descended onto Shane’s cock, the hot skin of him silky and smooth, like so much of Shane’s body that Delzy had become desensitized to seeing in the dressing room. 

“Yes, oh my god, fuck, so good,” Shane babbled, hands raking back into Delzy’s hair, seemingly more for something to hold onto than to control his movements. Delzy wasn’t complaining — he’d happily let Shane take exactly what he needed right now. They fell into a hypnotic rhythm, the only sounds in the room the sloppy wet sounds of his and Roz’s mouths working Shane over and Shane’s breathless moans. 

With a last lick, Roz pulled away from Shane’s ass and interrupted Delzy by disentangling Shane’s hand from his hair.

“You have lube?” Roz asked with wet lips.

The question took a few seconds to process through Delzy’s pleasure-fogged mind before he replied, “second drawer,” and pointed to the nightstand to their right. 

Before Roz could move, Shane twisted himself to reach into the drawer and pull out the small tube, then sat up to hand it to Roz, dropping his legs from Roz’s shoulder.

“Good boy,” Delzy and Roz said at the same time, and Shane's eyes fluttered shut under the praise. Roz quirked an eyebrow at him with a teasing sort of glint in his eye, and Delzy shrugged with a smug smile. 

“I’m the captain here, Roz,” Delzy drawled, then pulled Shane into a messy kiss with a hand on the back of his neck. Fuck it, he would throw his power around a little if he wanted to.

Dazed and breathless when they parted, Shane looked from Delzy to Roz, then Roz surged up and straddled Shane’s lap, pressing a desperate kiss to his lips.

“And I am boyfriend here,” Roz said with a possessive edge in his tone. 

“Are you guys gonna fight over me?” Shane asked with a low chuckle, looking like he wouldn’t hate it if they did.

“Why, you want us to fight?” Roz asked, tilting Shane’s head up with a hand on his jaw. 

“No,” Shane whispered, humor gone from his tone. “But I wouldn't mind if you kissed.”

Well, Delzy did say he’d give Shane whatever he needed. With a quick glance to Roz, whose expression had flashed with surprise but settled into a smirk, Delzy gripped the back of his head and pulled him into a searing kiss. Roz’s lips were plump and still slightly swollen from working over Shane’s hole, and his tongue was hot as it pressed into Delzy’s mouth. They volleyed back and forth with their mouths on each other, feeling like they were fighting, and it was so fucking hot Delzy didn’t care. He wasn’t trying to win Shane from Roz, that’s not what this was. But he couldn’t deny that suddenly he had something to prove.

But Shane had other ideas, and it became obvious that he was the one in control here when he reached out with lubed hands and slowly started stroking Roz and Delzy’s cocks with strong hands. Their mouths parted as they both looked down to see Shane’s beautiful hands sliding up and down their cocks, the tips almost touching. 

“Fuck,” Roz breathed. He gripped Delzy’s shoulder to steady himself as Shane’s movements got faster and faster. Delzy looked down at Shane, whose eyes were laser-focused on the thick lengths of their cocks, slick with lube and trembling under his hands.

“That’s so good kid, yes, don’t stop,” Delzy stuttered, hips bucking forward slightly to chase the feeling of Shane’s tight grip. He shifted his position so he was still on his knees, but now facing Shane, who had lain back on the bed. Roz moved forward, so he was straddling Shane’s middle, and his thick thigh was pressed into Delzy’s. Both men stared down with jaws slack and eyes glazed at Shane below them. His cheeks were pink, a stark contrast to the freckles dappled there, and his eyes shone with wonder and pleasure. 

“I want you both,” Shane breathed, chest heaving between Roz’s knees. “I want you to come. Come on me, please.”

“Shit, fuck,” was all Delzy could say in response, his cock starting to drip precum.

“Fuck, Shane, yes, jerk us faster,” Roz gritted out, his hips also starting to buck into Shane’s grip. “We are going to cover you, is that what you want?”

“Yes,” Shane whispered, eyes wide with unbridled desire. “Need it.”

Delzy groaned at Shane’s desperation. “Not gonna last long, kid.”

“Come on sweetheart, make us come together,” Roz breathed.

Shane’s strokes sped up, and Delzy felt himself losing control. He resisted the urge to close his eyes, keeping them on the show playing out before him: Shane’s hands moving over his cock and Roz’s, with his lips parted just waiting to be painted with their release. 

“Fuck, Shane, I’m coming,” Delzy groaned out and he came with a shudder, keeping his eyes on Shane’s chest, neck, and chin as they were splattered with his cum. He heard Roz groan loudly next to him and the next second, his cock was pulsing with pleasure, adding to the mess across Shane’s body, in the most erotic display Delzy had ever seen. 

The three of them panted there for a moment, before Roz whispered reverently, “Look at you, sweetheart. Look at what you did to us.”

Shane smiled up at them, biting his lower lip in a questioning look.

“Do I look good?” He huffed a shy laugh. 

“So good, kid,” Delzy reached a hand down to stroke a thumb across Shane’s chin, collecting some of the mess there and tipping it into Shane’s mouth. He didn’t know if it was Roz’s cum or his own, but he didn’t care. Shane sucked his thumb clean and Delzy’s cock twitched ambitiously.

“Let us take care of you now,” Roz whispered to Shane as he climbed off of him and settled next to him.

Delzy moved so that he was between Shane’s legs now, and knew he had to be the one to finish Shane off. He’d never get the chance again, and he needed to taste Shane one last time. Shane’s cock was hard and swollen, leaking desperately, and ready to be devoured. Delzy sunk down onto him with little fanfare, his only goal now to make him come hard and fast. 

Glancing up, he saw that Roz had Shane’s head in his hands and was kissing him furiously. Delzy could hear Shane’s moans of pleasure as they took him apart together. It sent a shot of arousal through Delzy to see this pent up young star completely melt into their mouths. It only took a minute more until Shane was bucking his hips up into Delzy’s mouth, and Delzy was swallowing down his seemingly endless stream of release. 

Delzy finally pulled off his cock, and Roz pulled away from their kiss at the same time — Shane settled hard into the mattress and flung his arms out on either side of him.

“Fuck, oh my god, holy fuck,” he breathed. “Wow.”

“Was very good, yes,” Roz chuckled. 

Shane was a vision laid out before them. His skin flushed and damp with sweat, half-hard cock resting against his thigh, and his chest and neck splattered with Roz and Delzy’s combined releases. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, kid,” Delzy said, shifting off the bed and pulling on his sweatpants. He returned from the bathroom with a damp washcloth, which Roz took from him and used to wipe Shane clean. Shane gazed up at his boyfriend with sleepy satisfaction and undeniable love in his eyes, and a shot of sadness rocketed through Delzy’s heart. 

Fuck. 

He sat down on the bed, leaning back on his arms while his teammates dressed. They were fully immersed in whatever silent language of gestures and glances they shared — the ones Delzy was used to seeing in the dressing room or even on the ice. It was special, and clear that these two were mad about each other in a way Delzy didn’t think he’d ever experienced. And expected he might never experience. 

Once dressed, they turned to him, and Delzy could see the self-consciousness that had been fucked out of Shane creeping back up his spine. 

“Um, so…” Shane started, looking down at his feet.

“Don’t worry about it, kid,” Delzy slid off the bed. “We’re going to forget about this after tonight. Right, Roz?”

“Yes,” Roz nodded and rubbed Shane’s back soothingly. 

“And when training camp starts, it’ll be just like normal — you two can freak out the rookies with how good you are, and I’ll be there to remind them they’re important to the team too.”

They both laughed at that, and Delzy was happy to put his captain hat back on to ease the tension. 

“Now get some sleep, okay?”

They nodded and he ushered them out of the room, hearing Roz muttering something and Shane laughing as they made their way down to the guest room. 

With a big sigh, Delzy slid into bed, depositing the unused lube back into his drawer. He stared up at the ceiling for much longer than he would have liked, unable to sleep. This had been good. A secret fantasy come to life, even. But thinking about the lovebirds cuddled up in bed together downstairs, Delzy couldn't help but feel a twinge of loneliness creep in. He rolled over in the dark, shoving that feeling away as best he could, and tried to sleep.