Rating:

Explicit

Archive Warning:

No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories:

M/M, Multi

Fandoms:

Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid

Relationships:

Kip Grady/Shane Hollander/Scott Hunter/Ilya Rozanov, Kip Grady/Scott Hunter, Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Scott Hunter/Ilya Rozanov, Kip Grady/Shane Hollander, Shane Hollander/Scott Hunter

Characters:

Kip Grady, Scott Hunter (Game Changers), Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander

Additional Tags:

Foursome - M/M/M/M, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Bickering, Top Ilya Rozanov, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch Scott Hunter (Game Changers), Service Top Scott Hunter, Bottom Shane Hollander, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch Kip Grady, Post-Book 6: The Long Game (Game Changers), Canon - Game Changers Series & Heated Rivalry (TV) Combination, Rimming, Coming Untouched, Blow Jobs

Language:

English

Series:

Part 3 of love that is weighted in gold

Stats:

Published: 2026-02-21 Completed: 2026-02-24 Words: 12,086 Chapters: 2/2

come right on me, I mean, camaraderie

Summary

Ilya [07:11]: I think your husband should fuck my husband.

Kip takes a deep breath and reminds himself that rage-baiting is Ilya Rozanov’s love language and also his primary form of communication.

Kip [07:12]: That’s kind of a lot for 7 AM on a Tuesday.
Kip [07:13]: Tell me more.

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I have absolutely no excuse for this. Can be read as a standalone or part of a series of dramatically escalating instances of Ilya Rozanov haunting Scott Hunter's sex life.

Chapter 1

Chapter Notes

Ilya [07:11]: I think your husband should fuck my husband.

Kip takes a deep breath and reminds himself that rage-baiting is Ilya Rozanov’s love language and also his primary form of communication.

Kip [07:12]: That’s kind of a lot for 7 AM on a Tuesday.

Kip [07:13]: Tell me more.

---

Scott visibly pales when Kip recounts the ensuing chat he had with Ilya that morning.

“But they’re just…kids.”

“I’m not sure 32 qualifies as a child just because Shane was 18 when you met him.”

“I don’t – I don’t know?” Scott looks vaguely distressed and Kip sits down next to him on the couch and takes his hand.

“Look, for what it’s worth, I think it’s a bit of a ruse and it’s actually Ilya that wants to get you into bed –”

“Not this again, Kip, please,” Scott complains and very dramatically drops face-first into Kip’s lap in an attempt to escape the conversation. He is not successful. 

“So, are you interested or not?” Kip strokes his hair for a minute, letting him mull it over.

“I mean…are you?” Scott turns his head to peek up at him, his nose very endearingly scrunched and his eyes searching. It’s a yes and Kip knows it, but he’s not going to let Scott off the hook so easily.

“I am interested”, Kip finally says. “In the same very, very abstract way that I would be interested if Jake Gyllenhaal suddenly manifested on our doorstep and asked for a threesome. It’s completely fine if you’re not and it’s also completely fine if you are. Or if you’re not sure and don’t want to put the friendship at risk.”

“I could probably get someone to introduce me to Jake Gyllenhaal”, Scott replies and Kip smacks his shoulder. “But I guess these two will have to do until I get his number.”

Kip [21:35]: He’s in!

Ilya [21:36]: …not yet

Kip [21:36]: hilarious

---

They have an extremely awkward video call together in which Kip and Ilya do 80% of the talking and come up with a surprisingly short list of ground rules, which are as follows: nothing too freaky (definition to be determined), everyone is generally okay to have sex with everyone, except no one fucks Ilya and Ilya doesn’t fuck Scott.

Ilya [13:45]: This is discrimination

Kip [13:46]: Maybe if you ask him more nicely next time

Ilya [13:46]: I said he’s hot, how much nicer? He needs flowers?? Handwritten card?

Kip [13:47]: You said he’s still surprisingly hot for someone who lives in a retirement home and asked how many Viagra pills he’s going to need.

Ilya [13:48]: Yes??

---

Scott is adorably nervous on the drive to see Shane and Ilya. They decided to meet on neutral middle ground and rented a cabin roughly halfway between New York and Ottawa. It would probably be a very relaxing trip, if not for – well, everything.

“How sure are we that we’re not getting axe-murdered out there?” Scott asks, his palm sweaty where it’s resting on Kip’s knee.

“Like 99%, Ilya wants to suck your dick too much to murder you,” Kip assures him.

“Rozanov can –” Scott starts, sounding aggravated, and then catches himself. “Yeah, you know what, actually he can suck my dick. At least it’ll shut him up for five minutes.”

Kip smiles. Scott is so indignant about it all, like he is somehow personally offended that Ilya finds him attractive. Their friendship, as far as Kip can tell, consist of circling each other like two hostile cats, with one of them (Ilya) occasionally batting its paw at the other‘s head just to get a reaction. And yet, they’re immediately ready to defend each other when someone else dares to so much as hiss at one of them.

On the one hand, Kip just needs them to get over themselves and admit they actually like and respect each other as people, and so on and so forth. On the other hand, sexually? That tension is gonna be fire.

---

“Did you bring Anya?” Scott asks, hopefully looking around the cabin. Ilya and Shane got there first, which kind of feels like they already have a home turf advantage, even though that’s obviously nonsense. Kip has clearly spent too much time with professional athletes at this point.

“Did I bring my dog to sex vacation?” Ilya scoffs. “No, we did not bring Anya.”

“I’m sure she would have liked all the woods around here”, Scott says.

“Oh, are you dog expert now? We are not here to take walks.” Shane makes a face like he wants to disagree with Ilya on that but then changes his mind about it. “I can take her to different woods. Ottawa is not New York, we have green.”

“New York has Central Park”, Scott points out and Kip exchanges an exasperated look with Shane. The first half hour or so of Scott and Ilya being in the same room usually means they will argue about anything, even, apparently, the poor dog who isn’t here to defend herself (or enjoy the plentiful nature, sadly).

“A walk sounds pretty good at some point,” Kip offers and Shane nods. Good. They have an escape plan in case their husbands do end up murdering each other.

---

Somehow, everyone makes it through a light dinner without any (physical) violence, and they retreat to one of the bedrooms. Kip sits on the bed with Shane while Ilya and Scott are still finishing an argument they started in the kitchen, this time disagreeing about which type of pasta sauce is the best, because clearly that’s a debate that urgently needs to be settled.

“Can I kiss you?” Kip asks and Shane nods, giving him a little half-smile. Shane doesn’t exactly emote a lot, so it feels like a win to Kip. He’s really cute when he smiles. Kip leans in, one hand on Shane’s jaw and the other on his shoulder, and keeps it feather-light, just giving them a chance to get to know each other in a new way.

Shane meets him easily, kisses him back so soft and sweet that it almost feels innocent at first. He pulls back to look at Kip, his eyes warm and earnest. “Okay?”

“Yeah”, Kip says and leans in to kiss him again, finishing with a tiny nip to Shane’s lower lip just to hear his breath catch. “Have you – I mean, other than Ilya…?”

“No”, Shane replies and blows out a breath. “No, I – this is new. And about Scott –” Shane adds, looking anywhere but Kip’s face. “I don’t – uhm. It’s not like –”

“Oh, I get it, it’s fine,“ Kip interrupts gently. “You had a crush on Scott Hunter, the famous hockey player. Your friend Scott is an entirely different person, he’s just in a unique position to fulfil an old fantasy.”

“That’s – yeah, exactly.” Shane looks surprised at how blasé Kip knows he must sound about it all. But he’s practically written the handbook on Scott Hunter and the many ways the world loves him at this point. Shane’s particular rookie crush from back in the day is not as special as he thinks; a new batch of young players still look at Scott the very same way every year and then proceed to follow him around the rink like baby ducklings all season. It’s extremely cute and Scott pretends he doesn’t even notice it happening.

“Don’t worry, I really don’t think it’s weird or anything.”

Shane nods and then looks back at Kip again. He seems lighter, like he’s gotten something off his chest that was holding him back.

“And Ilya…?” Kip prompts and Shane looks like he wants to roll his eyes.

“Yeah, Ilya’s just – it’s probably kind of the same thing? He’s just being Ilya about it.”

“Fair enough,” Kip says with a laugh. “Scott doesn’t get it. Ilya’s been flirting with him and he – well.”

“Yeah. I didn’t get it for a long time.” Shane looks a little wistful, but it’s not really the time for a walk down memory lane.

Kip cups his cheek and drops his eyes to Shane’s lips, then back up. “Wanna try that again?”

This time, Shane is the one to initiate the kiss and oh – he is actually hungry for it. He doesn’t take so much as he demands, pliant and yielding to everything Kip gives him but always angling for more. It takes a moment to get their rhythm right, but then Kip is intoxicated by it, the weaponized vulnerability Shane brings to it, the way he tugs at the hem of Kip’s shirt and buries his fingers in his hair, holding his head close.

The background noise of bickering has suddenly turned to silence and when they break apart, Kip finds Scott and Ilya staring at them with matching slack-jawed expressions.

“Enjoying the show?” Kip asks and watches the way Scott fidgets and clears his throat awkwardly while Ilya gives Shane a wicked grin.

“Do we get one too?” Shane asks innocently and Kip can’t help but admire his game a little bit. Does Ilya, with his big, loud mouth and even louder personality, his need to run the show at all times, even realize he’s completely wrapped around Shane’s little finger? After all these years, he probably does. But it’s kind of fascinating to watch anyway.

Ilya turns to Scott and puts one hand on his hip and the other so low on his stomach that he might as well go for his crotch right away. Scott bristles a little bit, but then allows himself to be pulled in, putting an arm around Ilya’s shoulders in what looks like a highly awkward maneuver.

Their kiss is anything but tentative though, both of them going in strong right away like they’re trying to win something, like Kip and Shane are going to award someone a gold medal afterwards.

“Holy shit,” Shane whispers, watching Ilya and Scott positively devour each other, and oh yeah, Kip knows what it feels like to be on the receiving end of that. He just doesn’t usually make Scott work this hard for it.

“There’s a lot of ego in the room with us right now, but I don’t hate it”, Kip comments and Shane huffs out an amused little breath. He looks a little flustered already, his eyes dark and glassy, fixed on Scott and Ilya like he couldn’t look away if you paid him to.

Kip puts a hand high on Shane’s thigh and kisses his neck, seeking an outlet for the tension that’s building inside him. “Can I?”

“Yeah,” Shane breathes and spreads his legs in blatant invitation. “Yes. Please.”

Ilya must see Kip starting to rub Shane through his shorts out of the corner of his eye, or maybe he just has a sixth sense for this kind of thing, because he turns them both around until Scott has his back to the bed and Ilya has an unobstructed view of Shane.

“Hey,” Scott protests and twists his head to look back over his shoulder. Ilya latches onto the side of his neck and then makes quick work of pulling Scott’s pants and boxers down in one go.

“Give them something to look at,” Ilya says, but there’s none of his usual heat behind it. If anything, he sounds a little shaky now, watching the way Shane is pushing his hips up into Kip’s hand, completely unselfconscious in his desire. But a good look at Scott’s ass has never hurt anyone, so Kip doesn’t comment on any of it.

He’s a little surprised to see Ilya get on his knees in front of Scott, looking around him to lock eyes with Shane for a second.

“I will quality-test for you,” Ilya says and Shane makes an amused little sound while Scott heaves out a long-suffering sigh.

Ilya pushes Scott back until he can sit on the bed, and despite some grumbling about being shoved around and talked about like a piece of meat, when Scott lies back and puts his head in Kip’s lap, Kip can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s actually really into all of this.

He helps Scott pull his T-shirt over his head and then bends forward to kiss him upside down, which doesn’t actually feel as weird as it probably looks. (If it’s good enough for Spiderman…)

Scott has to strain his neck and roll his eyes back really far to be able to look at Kip and God, that look – he usually sees it when Scott is on his knees for him and it never fails to do spectacular things to Kip. But that’s not for here, that’s just for them. He gives Scott a private little smile and a kiss to the forehead. Scott is breathing hard but clearly refusing to give anyone in the room any other indication that he actually enjoys what Ilya’s doing.

Shane has taken his clothes off in the meantime and is fiddling with a bottle of lube, his eyes never leaving Ilya for too long. And that’s fair, because Ilya looks good sucking dick, his plush lips stretched around Scott’s cock and his eyes closed like he’s fully focused, bobbing his head up and down.

Kip reaches over to take the bottle from Shane, their fingers briefly brushing together. “Do you want me to…?”

Shane nods and Ilya makes a sound in his throat that Kip would call a growl if that didn’t sound too ridiculous to his own ears. And then, Kip gets to multitask in very interesting new ways, fingering Shane open while he watches Ilya blow Scott.

Scott keeps craning his neck to look at Kip and then shifts his shoulders until he can turn his head to the side and mouth at Kip’s cock through his thin pair of shorts. Which is a great idea that Kip really would like to explore further, but this first round is supposed to be for Shane, so he’s more than okay to wait.

And Kip doesn’t even know where he’s supposed to be looking, still trying to take it all in; Scott’s little groans, Ilya’s heavy breaths and the wet slide of his lips, Shane’s quiet whimpers and the slick sound of him fucking himself on Kip’s fingers.

Kip catches Shane’s eyes and motions towards Scott. Shane is technically close enough to kiss him if he gets on his hands and knees…he does. Kip can feel them kiss in his lap, Scott’s head still pressed against his erection, Kip’s fingers now in Shane’s hair, stroking back soft silky strands. Scott wraps his fingers around Kip’s ankle where he’s got his leg bent and pulled up, seeking connection, and Kip taps his toes against the side of Scott’s thigh. I’m here.

Ilya pulls off of Scott with a wet sound and wipes his mouth, watching him kiss Shane. He raises his eyebrows at Kip. “All good?”

Shane makes a little noise in his throat that Ilya must know how to interpret, because he gets on the bed with them and strokes a hand over Shane’s back and then his ass, his fingers brushing over Kip’s hand, which is weirdly hot given the situation.

Shane pulls away from Scott and kisses Ilya instead, hungry and urgent, while Ilya keeps running his hands all over him, soothing and proprietary at the same time.

Scott turns over and comes up on his knees, face to face with Kip, already looking a little wrecked with dark, heavy-lidded eyes and his hair pointing in all directions. He curls his body around Kip as much as he can, half in Kip’s lap as he is, and presses hot kisses to his face.

Everything okay? Scott’s look asks and Kip nods, pressing closer and kissing him deep and dirty for just a few quick seconds, making Scott moan into his mouth.

And you? the tilt of Kip’s head asks back and Scott smiles. Yeah.

“Okay, Hunter, can we…?” Ilya gestures at Shane. “Or do you need Kip to hold your hand?”

“Technically I’m the one holding Kip’s hand,” Shane points out and Scott snorts, pressing his face into Kip’s shoulder.

“Yes, yes, very funny,” Ilya says, “now come on.” He slaps Scott’s ass, ignores the profoundly outraged yelp he gets in response to it, and moves back on the bed so they can trade places.

“Scott,” he says a little more seriously. “Give him a good time, yes? Maybe not too good.”

Kip reaches out for Ilya, who’s now kneeling in front of him between Kip’s splayed legs, and squeezes his forearm. Ilya is anxious, he realizes. Behind all that talk, ribbing Scott, Ilya is deeply nervous about his husband, who never even kissed another man before today, being fucked by his childhood idol.

Kip finally pulls his fingers out of Shane, wiping the lube off with a tissue, and looks at Ilya again. “Hey,” he says quietly. “It’s going to be okay.”

“Yeah, of course,” Ilya replies quickly. “Of course it will be.”

Kip pulls Ilya in until their noses are barely an inch apart and he can feel his breath against his face. Ilya’s eyes flit over to the right, watching Scott putting on a condom and Shane getting into position on his stomach, then return to Kip.

He kisses Kip tongue-first, hot and aggressive, a distraction more than anything. And Kip lets him, for a moment, allowing him to work off some nervous energy with his hands all over Kip’s body, with his tongue and his teeth. Ilya briefly pulls back to take his shirt off and Kip does the same, then leans back in and kisses Ilya a lot more slowly, more personal. Ilya makes a throaty sound, but then allows Kip to lead, letting himself be managed just a little.

He seems a bit calmer for the moment, the next time they break apart. They watch together as Scott kneels over Shane, kissing his shoulders and back, running his hands down his sides, whispering something to him that Kip can’t make out.

Ilya takes a noisy breath when Scott spreads Shane apart and positions himself, close but not pushing in yet.

“All right, rook?” Scott asks and Kip can feel something hot twist in his gut. That Captain voice still does it every time, though Scott uses it sparingly (or maybe because he uses it sparingly).

Shane’s only reply is a little whimper, his face flushing bright red with embarrassment at the nickname. Yeah, this is definitely working for him.

“Hey, I asked you a question.” Scott sounds firm but not unkind and Ilya gives Kip a quick look that’s maybe not exactly surprised, but definitely shows more respect than Ilya usually displays for Scott.

“Yes.”

“What’s that, rook?”

“Y-yes. Mr. Hunter.” Shane is squeezing his eyes shut and breathing hard. “Please.”

Kip has heard the story of their first meeting, and maybe this is what Shane was thinking about that night. If he wasn’t already thinking about Ilya too much; Kip is never too sure of their timeline, all he knows is things were extremely messy for a long time.

“That’s right,” Scott says and pushes all the way in in one go, making Shane gasp and pant beneath him.

“Fuck,” Ilya breathes and Kip can feel Ilya’s fingers squeezing his thigh almost painfully. His eyes find Kip’s as if to check that he’s seeing this too and Kip huffs out an amused breath.

“What, did you think he was gonna be boring?”

“No,” Ilya blatantly lies, visibly shaken as he watches Scott fuck Shane, watches the way Shane writhes and moans, his fingers twisting in the sheets and the look on his face so beautifully open and gone while he keeps telling Scott to go harder, harder, yes. “No, I – it’s hot.”

“Yeah, no shit,” Kip laughs. And it’s probably easier for him than for Ilya, he realizes. Scott is mostly playing a role, giving Shane the fantasy he wants, but Ilya doesn’t really know that. And sweet, awkward Shane seems to have an entirely different second personality that only comes out for sex, because – holy shit. Kip kind of wants to top him, too.

“Fuck,” Ilya says again, and seems to decide to direct his energy elsewhere, going for Kip’s neck, kissing and biting his way down his chest and squeezing his pecs. Kip has to catch his breath because it’s kind of a lot, especially while he’s still watching Scott thrust into Shane with that single-minded focus he sometimes gets. Scott has been given a job and he clearly intends to perform.

Ilya makes a surprised noise when he runs his hands down Kip’s torso and licks all over his abs. He sits up to properly look at Kip and then gestures at…all of him?

“What the fuck is this?” Ilya asks, sounding vaguely pissed off. “You look like this all the time?”

“Uhh. Yeah? I go to the gym a lot?”

Ilya huffs and puts his hands back on Kip, tracing along defined lines and leaning back in to kiss him again, full of teeth and demand.

“And you hide it! Not even shirtless pictures on Instagram. No one knows you look like this.”

Kip laughs and tugs on Ilya’s curls. Trust Ilya to deliver the most annoyed-sounding compliment Kip has ever received. “You gonna fuck me once they’re done?”

Ilya’s eyes snap back to Kip’s, dark and intense as they focus in on him. “Yes,” he simply says and Kip can’t deny that low, gravelly tone is doing something for him.

“Let me…” He pushes at Ilya’s shoulders until he has enough room to lie on his side and take his shorts and underwear off, his back to Ilya, and hands him the lube.

Ilya gets the message and gets onto his side behind him, one hand propping up his head so he can still see Shane and Scott, the other soon pressing against Kip’s rim, fingers cool and slick with lube.

Scott is drawing things out next to them despite – or maybe because of – Shane’s very obvious frustration; Kip isn’t sure what the vision is here. But Shane is practically begging for more with his entire body, arching into Scott’s touch and meeting his thrusts, whining and keening for it.

Kip gasps when Ilya starts fingering him, slow but deep, the same way Scott is fucking Shane, almost like he’s matching up their rhythm. He’s kissing Kip’s neck, finding (with deadly precision) the spot underneath his ear that makes him stutter out a groan and his eyes roll back in his head.

“Good?” Ilya asks innocently and Kip kicks his foot back against his shin.

“I will take that as yes.”

They get distracted by the way Scott pulls Shane up to his knees so he can reach around to jerk him off, but Shane shakes his head and pushes Scott’s hand away.

“No?” Scott asks. He sounds breathless, his skin flushed with exertion, and he looks, in Kip’s very informed and qualified opinion, good enough to eat.

“He wants to come just on your cock,” Ilya translates and Shane hums his agreement.

“Oh fuck, okay.” Scott wipes a hand over his face and then resettles his grip on Shane’s body, fingers low on his hips.

“If you are too tired? I can take over any time,” Ilya says and Scott shoots him a capital-L Look.

“You already have a job here, Ilya,” Kip reminds him and Ilya crooks his fingers just right to make Kip almost see stars. Clearly, another successful multitasker.

“He can do it, yes?”

Scott is back to giving Shane exactly what he wants, which is in this case, getting absolutely fucking railed. And honestly, it’s a sight; the way Scott moves, the push and pull of muscles shifting and two beautiful bodies coming together, the way Shane surrenders to him completely.

“He can do it,” Kip confirms. “You’re not the only one here who knows how to use his dick, so please relax.”

“You will not say that five minutes from now.”

And Kip has to give Shane all the credit in the world, because as fun as the banter can be, it’s also somewhat exhausting to try and keep Ilya engaged in stimulating conversation when all Kip wants to do at this point is to let his brain power down and to take some very concrete and productive steps towards getting off.

He grabs one of the condoms that are all somewhere on the bed, tears the package open and hands it to Ilya. “Prove it then.”

Ilya bites Kip’s shoulder and then pats his side, nudging him to move.

“Come on, I want you on top. Use those abs.” He takes his pants off and sits back against the headboard, spreading his legs wide and making a show out of slowly pumping his cock a few times before he rolls the condom on.

Before Kip can even process all that, because there is a lot to process, he notices Ilya fixing his eyes on something and turns his head back to see that he now seems to be engaged in some kind of staring contest with Scott. Scott really doesn’t need the extra distraction though and Kip knows he can help to keep him focused.

“Babe,” he says and shuffles over on his knees until he’s close enough to pull Scott into a kiss that is half just Scott panting into his mouth and half filthy as hell. Kip squeezes Scott’s ass, then gives him a little smack and returns his attention to Ilya, who is gesturing to his own crotch as if to say I am waiting.

Kip considers logistics for a second. If he sits in Ilya’s lap face to face, he can’t see Scott and Shane, so…he turns around and puts his back to him, then swings a leg over and lets Ilya guide him into place.

“This is gonna be hell on my quads, so your dick better be worth it.”

Kip can look right at Scott this way; they’re actually almost close enough to touch, and Scott grins at them both. “Your turn to show him a good time, Rozanov.”

Ilya scoffs and takes his sweet time to knead Kip’s ass, squeezing flesh and spreading him open, before Kip can feel him begin to push inside. “Don’t complain if he will not want you after this. Already ruined Shane for everyone else.”

“Bold thing to say while – uh, while Scott’s literally fucking him right now,” Kip says, proud that he even gets the words out while it feels like Ilya is splitting him open on his cock. He’s propped up on his hands behind himself, holding Ilya’s hips mostly still so he can control how fast he’s taking him, but – it’s a stretch, in every sense of the word. (Not that he will give Ilya the satisfaction of saying that out loud.)

They’re all distracted from taking that particular conversation any further when Shane starts making increasingly desperate sounds, reaching out a hand for Ilya as he pushes back against Scott’s thrusts.

“Yes, Shane,” Ilya whispers urgently and takes his outstretched hand like a lifeline. To be fair to Ilya, Shane is beautiful like this, holding absolutely nothing back as he chases his own pleasure until he finally comes, untouched, just like he wanted.

“Oh thank fuck,” Scott says so quietly that Kip is sure Ilya and Shane don’t even hear it, and Kip gives him a smile, just sharing the absurdity of the moment for a second.

Scott does his best to draw it out for Shane, fucking him through it for as long as he needs, but as soon as Shane’s body visibly goes boneless, it only takes a few more thrusts before Scott is coming too, the relief of letting go clear on his face.

No one moves for a moment, heavy breathing the only sound in the room, before Scott pulls out and promptly collapses onto his back between Shane on one side and Kip and Ilya on the other. Kip reaches forward to push his sweaty hair off his forehead and Scott takes his hand, kissing his fingers.

Shane is lying flat on his stomach looking absolutely blissed-out while Ilya strokes his hair.

“Hunter,” Ilya says and Scott lets out an exasperated groan.

“What now?”

“Are you not cuddling him?”

Ilya sounds almost offended and Kip has to suppress a laugh, because Ilya demands cuddles for his husband, of all things, with the same intensity he does everything else.

Shane grumbles something to himself that Kip could not identify as agreement or disagreement with Ilya’s indignation to save his life, but Ilya just says, “Yes, I know.”

“I was getting there, Jesus Christ,” Scott says and presses a sweet, if sweaty, kiss to Kip’s lips before lying back down behind Shane and pulling him into his arms.

“Does he ever shut the fuck up?” Scott whispers and Shane shakes his head, looking absolutely serene in his afterglow. “Never. Not even for one minute.”

Scott hums and kisses Shane, cradling his head where Shane has to tilt it back at a slightly awkward angle. They look sweet together, Kip thinks.

“Was that okay?” Scott asks and Shane nods and kisses him some more before settling back against Scott’s chest and looking at Ilya and Kip again. Ilya has let go of Shane, his hands settled on Kip’s hips where Kip is now fully seated and has thankfully had a little time to adjust.

“Our turn for a show, I think,” Ilya says and squeezes his fingers into Kip’s skin, nudging him into a little rocking motion to start them off. Kip pumps his hips, adjusting his angle until Ilya is hitting the right spot and then speeds up his movements.

He rarely does this position with Scott (because it’s hard fucking work) but Kip does enjoy it, likes the way Ilya is now kissing and biting at the back of his neck, his hands reaching around to splay over Kip’s abs and squeeze his pecs again.  

Kip can feel his thighs start to burn as he works himself up and down Ilya’s length, and it’s good, but it’s also not enough, and he can’t even look at Scott and Shane anymore without turning his head back. Ilya seems to notice that too, because he pats Kip’s side, motioning for him to get off his lap.

“We will try something different,” he says and something different turns out to be Kip on his hands and knees across the bed, his face close enough to Shane and Scott for them to touch, and Ilya standing next to the bed so he can fuck him from behind.

“You just want everyone to look at y-ahhh –” Kip feels like his breath is knocked out of him when Ilya pushes back in. He drops his head onto his forearms and bears down, panting. Shane is right there, kissing the side of his face, and he can feel a hand in his hair that must be Scott’s.

Ilya barely gives Kip a second before he starts thrusting into him again, and it’s – it really is a lot. Kip isn’t necessarily all that much into size as a concept, and he’s not looking forward to how he’ll be feeling tomorrow morning with how hard Ilya is going at it, but…but. There is an appeal to this he can’t completely deny.

Between all of them, Kip kind of loses track of who is touching him where, but it must be Ilya pressing him down onto the bed with a hand between his shoulders blades while the other pulls his hips back, making him arch his back. It’s Scott’s voice somewhere near his ear telling him how good he looks, how hot he is; Ilya’s grunts and groans from behind him and Shane’s breath against his face, but it hardly matters because all Kip can focus on is the tension in his body, the pressure of feeling so fucking full, the heat coiling tightly at the base of his spine.

Ilya reaches around him and Kip almost sobs when he wraps his fingers around his dick, slick with lube because apparently, he’s considerate now, the asshole, who’s currently fucking him so good –

Kip can almost feel his vision blur as he comes apart, his fingers twisting into the sheets beneath him, sounds spilling out of his mouth completely outside his control. Ilya just keeps going and going and going, fucking him through it until he’s almost on the wrong side of hypersensitive and then digs his fingers into Kip’s skin hard, groaning as his hips stutter and his thrusts slow.

Kip feels raw and wrung out, letting his muscles relax and his body slump forward like it wants to. Letting Ilya arrange him until he can fit onto the bed behind Kip, until Shane is pressed close to him and they can start trading lazy kisses with their hands soft and slow all over each other.

It’s a tight fit, the four of them on the bed, but Scott and Ilya are probably both so focused on being the superior big spoon in the equation that they somehow make it work, everyone pressed closely together and touching each other’s skin, breathing each other’s air.

Shane makes a questioning sound, checking in on Kip, and Kip sighs against him, content and sated and drifting, stroking his fingers over the warm curve of Shane’s ass. Scott finds his hand there, tangling their fingers together and giving a little squeeze, and Kip can feel Ilya’s hand settle low on his stomach in the tight space between his own body and Shane’s.

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The intimate silence, while it lasts, is a beautiful thing, but it only takes Scott and Ilya about twenty minutes to be back in fighting form and ready to squabble again.

“Oh, so you get the nice, clean bedroom and we’re both sleeping in the wet spot?”

“Yes, exactly,” Ilya replies, his look daring Scott to protest.

But Kip can see that Scott is exhausted from their day, and really just deeply tired of arguing with Ilya, so he changes tactics and reaches out to catch Ilya’s hand, pulling on it.

“Ilya. Come here,” he says quietly and Ilya, with slight alarm in his eyes, actually does.

“You need to relax,” Scott says, so warmly that Ilya can’t possibly take offense to it. He runs his hands up Ilya’s arm, over his shoulder, and finally cups his cheek.

Ilya looks gobsmacked at the gentle treatment from the man he’s just spent all night antagonizing, but Scott ignores it. He leans in slowly enough to give Ilya every chance to back away before he kisses him. And this time, it’s not an argument translated into tongues and teeth, it’s so slow and heated that Kip can feel it down to his toes even just from watching.

Ilya makes a somewhat frantic noise and wraps his arms around Scott, the way his body melts and molds itself against Scott’s nothing that Kip thought Ilya would ever even allow.

Kip catches Shane’s eyes and raises his brows at him, but Shane only shakes his head with a little smile. He comes over to Kip’s side and wraps an arm around his waist, leaning into him. “Killing him with kindness works sometimes.”

“They’re so hot together when they’re not busy arguing about stupid shit.”

“Hm, I kinda like the arguing,” Shane says. Well. He probably wouldn’t survive Ilya if he didn’t.

Ilya looks stunned when Scott steps away and has nothing smart to say about any of it, for once.

Shane gives Kip a quick little kiss to the cheek and then walks back over to a still speechless Ilya, taking his hand. “Come on.” Ilya shakes himself out of his stupor and looks at Shane, squeezing his fingers.

“And thank you, Scott,” Shane says politely, though it’s unclear whether that refers to the momentary taming of Ilya Rozanov or the pounding Shane received earlier. Both worthy causes, in any case.

Scott shrugs and then pulls Shane in with a hand on the back of his neck to press a kiss to his forehead. “Goodnight, kiddo.”

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The best part of any social activity as a married couple, Kip thinks, is the debrief after. Even if that social activity just so happens to be a hookup. They’re snug and warm in bed together, showered and on fresh sheets, Scott’s head a comforting and familiar weight on Kip’s chest.

“I think in the debate on whether or not Ilya gets to fuck you, I’m joining Team Rozanov,” Kip says thoughtfully.

“You’re a dirty traitor,” Scott replies and pulls on the elastic waistband of Kip’s boxer briefs, letting it snap back against his skin. “And also, you’re already Team Hunter for life, so. Too late.”

“Yeah, but say what you will, he knows what he’s doing. I think you’d like it, actually.”

“Eh. Maybe.” Scott doesn’t sound convinced. “Maybe I just prefer you.”

Kip presses a kiss to the top of Scott’s head and buries his fingers in his hair. “I prefer you, too. Oh, and also, I’m firmly Team Hunter on the question of whether you should fuck him. I think he needs to expand his horizons, it’ll be good for his soul.”

“If he has one,” Scott says, but it lacks the usual bite.

“You’ve already left him speechless once, maybe he’d go all sweet and nonverbal like Shane.”

“One could only hope.”

“How was it with Shane?” Kip asks, stroking his fingers through Scott’s hair. If he does that for another few minutes, Scott will definitely fall asleep, so he’ll have to get through some of his more important questions quickly.

“He’s a sweet kid. Makes me wish we’d been closer back then, that I’d known…I could have been there for him. Not like that, just –”

“You could have been there for each other,” Kip corrects, before Scott retroactively assigns the weight of the world, or at least the entire gay MLH, to his shoulders.

“Yeah, I guess. We both could have used someone to talk to.”

Scott makes a content little sound and cuddles closer into Kip’s side, settling in for sleep. “Do you think it’s a thing now? Like they’ll wanna do it again?”

“If we’re doing this again, I need to decide about my perfect Eiffel Tower first,” Kip says, because – priorities.

“I have no idea what that means, baby,” Scott replies with a yawn, “but we can go to Paris any time you want.”

Chapter End Notes

Title from Bed Chem by Sabrina Carpenter

I was originally planning to write a cute story about puppies for the blueberry season verse, however…I guess this is what happens to your brain chemistry when you watch all of Heated Rivalry and an entire season of Industry in one weekend, the smut just flows out.

Chapter 2

Chapter Notes

Kip wakes up to the warm press of Scott’s body against his back, the sound of his breath in his ear and hot kisses to his neck.

“Mhmm…good morning,” he mutters and feels Scott pump his hips forward, the hard line of his cock against Kip’s ass. “Oh.”

Before his brain can fully process any of that, Scott has pushed him onto his back and gotten on top of him, his mouth wet and urgent all over Kip’s jaw and the hollow of his throat. “Morning.”

“You want something?” Kip asks, his eyes still closed, his back arching into a stretch beneath Scott. Seems like it’s one of those mornings. Kip loves those mornings.

“I need you to fuck me.” It’s low and breathless, and Scott grinds his hips down against him, his erection pressing into the crease of Kip’s thigh.

“Oh, you need it?” Kip smiles sleepily and brings his arms up around Scott, hands sliding down his back. “That sounds serious.”

“Dead serious,” Scott confirms and groans into Kip’s neck when his fingers slip down, over the curve of Scott’s ass and then between his cheeks, pressing dry against his rim.

“Fuck, okay, let me –” Kip finally opens his eyes, looking around for the bottle of lube that must still be around somewhere –

Scott’s head snaps up when a knock on the door breaks the moment and Kip can feel the deep, barely controlled breath Scott takes against his own body.

“Rozanov, whatever you want, just fuck off!”

“Uhh…” That’s Shane’s voice on the other side of the door and Scott’s face falls. “There’s coffee if you guys want any?”

“Sorry, Shane. I’m sorry,” Scott calls and rolls off of Kip, throwing an arm over his eyes.

“I’ll just – uh. Yeah.”

“Hey Shane,” Kip says, clearing his throat and sitting up in bed. “Come in here a sec.”

He knows his good boys, and this one seems just as prone to overthinking and insecurity as the one Kip married, especially on an (unintentionally) tense morning after such an eventful night. So, time for damage control.

The moment of silence makes Kip think maybe Shane has already fled the scene of Scott’s crimes (being horny and rude), but then the door opens just a crack, and he sticks his head into the room. “Hi.”

Kip watches Shane take in the scene: Scott, naked, lying on his back with the sheets low on his hips, his hard-on beneath them extremely obvious, one arm still covering his face and creating a highly interesting display of his triceps in the process. Kip himself, less visibly hard with the sheets pooling in his lap, but just as clearly naked.

“Oh,” Shane breathes, his eyes roaming over Scott’s body. He steps fully into the room, but sticks close to the wall, not moving.

Scott finally drops his arm and gives Shane a tired smile. “Sorry,” he repeats. “I thought – well.”

“No, that’s fine.”

“Come here,” Kip says and Shane cautiously sits on the edge of the bed.

“I can leave, if you guys –”

“No, no, no, listen, exciting update,” Kip starts and ignores the doubtful look Scott shoots him.

“Oh yeah?” Shane is clearly still very distracted, his eyes darting over to Scott’s lap before returning to Kip’s face.

“One: Last night, the official statement on Ilya fucking Scott went from absolutely not to eh, maybe.” 

Scott sighs and gives Kip a long-suffering look, which he also ignores. He knows exactly how far he can push with Scott, how far Scott sometimes likes to be pushed, and they’re not even remotely approaching the limit.

“Two: Someone woke up this morning positively desperate for a dick up his ass.”

“Kip, come on,” Scott groans, his cheeks turning pink. He licks his lips and briefly looks at Shane, then back at the ceiling like he considers praying for mercy. Kip would bet good money that Scott is so hard he’s aching right now.

“So, what do you think we could do about that?” Kip asks and watches Shane fiddle with the straps of his hoodie.

“I mean, two out of three people in this room recommend it,” Shane says, looking at Scott evenly.

Kip laughs and Scott taps his foot against Shane’s thigh. “I hope he paid you for the infomercial.”

Shane’s eyes travel all the way up Scott’s body again and he clears his throat. “Can I…?”

“Yes,” Scott and Kip answer at the same time. Shane gets onto his hands and knees and climbs over Scott, legs on either side of his body. He briefly looks up at Scott and then bends his head, licking over a nipple.

Scott takes a noisy breath and puts one hand on the back of Shane’s neck, the other finding its way under the sheets in Kip’s lap and settling high on his thigh.

Shane seems completely focused as he makes his way down Scott’s chest and then his stomach, open-mouthed kisses and swipes of his tongue that have Scott making pleased little sounds in his throat.

When Shane moves lower, nose nuzzling into the trail of soft hair beneath Scott’s navel, he doesn’t immediately move the sheet still covering Scott’s erection. Instead, he presses his face into it, rubbing his cheek against Scott’s cock through the fabric.

“Oh God,” Scott groans, his fingers flexing against Kip’s skin. Kip really wants to kiss him, but he also doesn’t want to disturb the moment.

Shane hums, low and pleased, the look in his eyes already a little dreamy. He starts pulling the bedsheet down, so slowly, following it with his mouth until he gets to the base of Scott’s cock, his nose pressed into trimmed hair.

Scott is breathing heavily, his hand now stroking through Shane’s hair. Not pushing him anywhere, just keeping a connection. He turns his head to look at Kip with wide eyes and Kip covers Scott’s hand with his own, squeezing his fingers. The scene unfolding in front of him feels like it’s right out of one of those very tasteful feminist porn clips that have backstory and lots of foreplay; a fluid, hazy quality to it.

Shane is mouthing up the side of Scott’s cock, taking all his time to lick and taste, throaty little sounds spilling out of him. Kip can see Scott’s thighs trembling where he’s holding himself back from thrusting his hips up, letting Shane move at his own pace.

“Oh fuck, oh my God.” Scott’s fingers clench Kip’s hand almost painfully when Shane finally takes him into his mouth, suckling on the tip with his eyes closed and a faraway expression on his face.

“Fuck, you’re –” Scott breaks off on a groan, throwing his head back into the pillow, his neck straining as Shane takes him deeper, showing none of the restraint he had when Ilya was blowing him last night.

It’s a beautiful sight, the way he looks almost a little overwhelmed, as if it’s all taking him by surprise. Uninhibited in his pleasure, eyes closed and mouth open, and Kip thinks that if Shane hadn’t come to their door when he did, he’d be the one making Scott look like this now, feel like this, fucking him face to face, almost unbearably slow on purpose.

And now Kip really can’t stop himself, kicking the bedsheet off his legs and rolling over onto his side so he can kiss Scott, who pulls him in and kisses back like he’s been starving for it. Kip lets Scott lick into his mouth, completely consume him with lips and tongue and a hint of teeth, catching his moans against his lips.

“Fuck, you gotta – you gotta stop.” Scott is panting when they break apart a minute later, tapping his fingers against Shane’s shoulder and turning to catch his eyes.

Shane pulls off him and blinks up at them both. His lips look slick and red, twitching like he’s trying not to smile. “Good?”

Scott huffs out a breath and cups Shane’s face, giving him a playful little shake. “Too good and you know it.”

“Can you, uh…” Shane considers for a moment, licking his lips and rubbing little circles into Scott’s hipbone where his hand is still resting. “You wanna turn over?” He gives Kip a look, too, like he’s asking for permission, and Kip nods. It feels like Shane has some sort of plan here, and so far, Kip is a tremendously big fan of it.

Scott pushes up onto his elbows, seeking Kip’s mouth for another kiss, firm and gentle at the same time, and then turns over to lie on his stomach, his head turned sideways towards Kip. Kip runs his fingers through his hair and strokes them down the side of his face, watching Scott close his eyes. His hips give a little twitch like he wants to rut into the mattress underneath but is holding himself back from it.

Shane, who briefly got up off the bed to give Scott space and to take his hoodie off, kneels back down between Scott’s legs, gently pushing them apart. Scott draws in a sharp breath when Shane runs his hands over his ass, kneading the muscle, and then bends down to press a kiss to the small of his back, moving down towards his tailbone.

“Shane,” Scott says, sounding rough. “You don’t –”

“I want to,” Shane replies softly, dragging his lips over Scott’s skin. “Is that okay? Do you like it?”

Scott laughs, shaky and a little nervous. “Yeah, I like it.” Which is a bit of an understatement, but Kip is absolutely not going to comment on that. Let Shane find out for himself, in the fun way.

“Okay,” Shane whispers and licks a wet stripe over the swell of Scott’s left glute. Scott shivers and turns his face into Kip’s hand, pressing a kiss to his palm. He can feel Scott’s breath hot against his skin and presses in closer again, their foreheads tipped together.

Scott whimpers when Shane spreads him apart with both hands, the swipes of his tongue moving lower and closer, until all Kip can see is his face buried between Scott’s cheeks.

“Oh my fucking – oh my God.” Scott is panting, grabbing at Kip’s face to pull him into a messy, uncoordinated kiss, his eyes squeezed shut. “Oh fuck, that’s –”

Shane seems very encouraged by Scott’s reactions, and between the wet sounds of his tongue and the noises coming out of Scott’s mouth – well, Kip can tell they’re definitely not in the tasteful backstory portion of the porno anymore.

Which is of course the exact moment that Ilya shows up. Probably in search of Shane, who never came back from collecting Scott and Kip for breakfast, or maybe just spiritually alerted by the fact that someone in his vicinity is experiencing sexual pleasure without his involvement (unacceptable).

“What is happening?” he asks, standing in the doorway with his head tilted to the side and his eyebrows drawn together in what can only be pretend-confusion, because – it’s kind of obvious.

“Ilya,” Shane says and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, looking back over his shoulder. “Hi.”

“Hi?” Ilya makes it sound like a question. Shane climbs off the bed, walking over to him to wrap him into a side-hug.

“Rozanov.” Scott sounds like he’s gearing himself up for something. He looks at Kip, takes a breath and continues, sounding extremely resigned. “Just get in here and fuck me.”

Kip watches Ilya’s eyes go wide as saucers, a grin slowly spreading over his face.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“Don’t fucking make me say it again,” Scott grumbles and Ilya pumps his fist like he’s just scored the winning goal of the game. He whispers something in Russian under his breath that sounds vaguely offensive and then presses a noisy kiss to Shane’s mouth.

“Convinced him for you,” Shane says matter-of-factly and Ilya beams at him with what can only be described as a massive case of heart eyes.

“Oh, I knew you had an agenda,” Kip says, laughing. Teamwork clearly does make the dream work, at least if your dream is gay sex with Scott Hunter.

“Well, I mean. Not before you brought it up. I really did just come up here to tell you about breakfast. But…” He shrugs, looking just a little pleased with himself.

“Really can’t trust anyone around here,” Scott sighs.

“It’s true.” Kip leans in to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Everyone’s just after your ass.”

“Speaking of your ass,” Ilya says, intentionally obnoxious, and Scott groans, pulling Kip back down so he can hide his face against his shoulder.

“Don’t make me regret this, Rozanov,” Scott mutters against Kip’s skin.

Ilya unceremoniously strips all the way down and then climbs on the bed to kneel between Scott’s spread legs the same way Shane did earlier. Shane sits down next to him, propping himself up on Kip's lower legs.

“Warmed him up for me,” Ilya says quietly, his hands roaming over the globes of Scott’s ass, spreading him open again. Kip can feel Scott breathing hard against him, tensing up.

Ilya seems to sense Scott’s hesitation and leans forward, settling his body over Scott’s to kiss along his shoulders, his hands spreading over the expanse of his back.

“If something is not good, you tell me,” he says solemnly, and then adds, “I will not have Scott Hunter walking around New York telling everyone he had bad sex with me.”

“Ruined my secret plan already.” Scott’s reply comes out flat and dry, and Kip can feel him relaxing a little bit. “It was gonna be headline news, Ilya Rozanov secretly terrible in bed.”

“Nobody would believe that.” Ilya leans in to kiss up the side of Scott’s neck, and Kip moves back a little to give them more room, taking Scott’s hand to keep the connection.

Shane briefly gets up to retrieve lube and condoms from the nightstand and then settles against the headboard, letting Kip slot himself into the open vee of his legs, leaning against his chest.

“Do you want to just watch first?” Shane asks and Kip nods. Shane saying first that way sounds promising, but he absolutely wants to see every minute of this without any distractions.

Ilya is still working on getting Scott to relax a little more, rubbing his shoulders and leaning to the side to kiss him, with none of last night’s frantic energy this time.

When he runs his hands up Scott’s arms, pressing him down into the bed, Scott drums his fingers against the mattress and shakes his head.

“No?” Ilya asks. “Don’t like that?”

“Nope,” Scott says and then smirks. “Not from you.” Warmth blooms in Kip’s chest and he squeezes Scott’s hand. That’s right.

Ilya shoots him a quick look that could only be qualified as interested and then seamlessly moves on, grabbing the lube from where Shane has placed it on the bed. He keeps kissing Scott while he coats his fingers and swallows his little groan when he presses the first one inside.

Kip feels more than hears Shane’s breath hitch, and then his hand settles over Kip’s chest, fingers brushing over a nipple in a way that could almost be accidental.

Ilya has moved to sit back on his haunches between Scott’s legs, watching his own fingers slowly work him open with a focused expression. Kip can tell Scott is holding back again, trying not to make too much noise, not wanting to give Ilya the satisfaction – but it’s only going to be half as fun for him with that attitude.

He tugs on Scott’s hand until Scott meets his eyes and then smiles at him. Enjoy it, he tries to make his face say, it’s okay to enjoy it. Scott seems to catch the gist of it at least, because he takes a deep breath and then closes his eyes again, and Kip can see the way he consciously makes his jaw unclench. Kip squeezes his fingers. Good.

Ilya twists and crooks his fingers until he finds the right angle to make Scott stutter out a broken moan. He squirms and pushes back against Ilya’s touch.

“Right there?” Ilya asks, his tone teasing, and Scott groans when he presses in harder.

“Don’t ask – stupid questions.” He starts panting when Ilya fucks three fingers into him, his rhythm quick and steady.

“What stupid questions? Like are you ready for me to fuck you? Do you want my cock?”

Shane makes a soft noise in his throat and Kip smiles. Three out of three people in this room would agree with the sentiment (one of them reluctantly).

“I’d want it more if – ah, it came without your charming personality,” Scott says, but it sounds strained and breathless more than annoyed and Ilya grins, looking very self-satisfied. He pulls his fingers out of Scott to put a condom on and lube himself up.

“My personality is the bonus,” Ilya replies and lines himself up, rubbing the head of his cock against Scott’s rim. “Buy one get one free.”

“He is so annoying, why is this so hot?” Kip whispers to Shane, but Shane just shrugs, clearly having made his peace with that same question a long time ago. He trails his fingers down Kip’s body, little butterfly touches over his chest and abs that make him shiver.

“I’m not buying anything from you, now get on with it.” Scott is definitely out of patience and Ilya, astonishingly, doesn’t heckle him any further, instead settling his hands on Scott’s hips and pushing in.

Kip can feel the sound that tears out of Scott’s throat down to his very bones, like an electric current shooting through him, and he grips Shane’s thigh to give himself something to hold on to.

“Oh fuck.” Scott is panting, propped up on his elbows and his forehead pressed against his forearms. “Jesus Christ, that’s –”

Ilya runs a soothing hand up and down Scott’s side and looks smug. “I know.” He sounds a little breathless, too, and Kip can tell he’s far from unaffected, no matter the act he’s putting on.

“Shut the fuck up, I swear to – oh God.”

Ilya has started pumping his hips, just tiny little movements, but it’s enough to have Scott clawing at the sheets already, given how worked up he’s been ever since he woke up that morning.

Kip can feel his heart pounding away in his chest and shifts against Shane, who makes a strangled noise when the change in positions puts pressure on his erection. Kip shifts his hips again, pressing back against him, and Shane drops his hand to Kip’s cock. He’s just sort of covering it, barely even holding it, but Kip can feel himself twitch against Shane’s fingers.

Everything is blurring together in his head, Scott’s familiar sounds growing louder, Ilya’s staccato of grunts and gasps; he’s seeing himself in Ilya’s place and then in Scott’s, inbetween them, wanting it all at once suddenly.

“Fuck, yes, you’re so –” Ilya is clearly unraveling a little as well, cutting himself off before he can accidentally say something that isn’t some sort of jab at Scott, and then continuing in Russian.

“That’s cheating,” Kip says and Scott makes a sound that conveys vague agreement. “Two minutes in the penalty box.”

Kip can feel Shane’s amused little huff of breath against his temple at the same time that his fingers tighten around Kip’s cock, giving him two quick little pumps.

“Fuck, can we –”

“Yeah,” Shane replies before Kip can even finish his question and one wild, uncoordinated tangle of limbs later, Shane’s shorts have come off and Kip is straddling him, grinding their hips together, kissing him so wet and hungry.

Beside them, Ilya is pulling Scott up onto his knees, ass up and his shoulders still down, and Scott makes a noise that sounds absolutely wrecked, his hands clenching into fists.

“Close?” Ilya asks, his face flushed and his mouth half-open, panting. Instead of answering, Scott reaches down to take himself in hand, and all Kip can really see from this angle is the motion of his arm, the bend of his elbow, but that alone is enough to send another sharp spike of arousal through him.

“No,” Ilya says, his voice heavy and commanding. “I make you come.” He pulls Scott’s arm to the side and Scott lets him, just drops his weight back to both forearms and turns his head to the side so he can look at Kip.

Kip can feel Shane shudder against him, clearly a visceral reaction to that edge in Ilya’s tone, and he holds him closer while he locks eyes with Scott over Shane’s shoulder. Scott looks wrecked and gorgeous and so very desperate to come, but like he isn’t letting himself. And Ilya doesn’t know – doesn’t know that Scott gets too into his head sometimes, that making him come when he’s like that isn’t just brute force, but more of a mind game –

Except Ilya seems to know something, and it makes him slow his thrusts and fold his body over Scott’s, his lips smearing open-mouthed kisses over his skin as he starts talking.

“You made me so hard the first time I saw you.”

Scott chokes out a shocked sound, his head dropping back down and breaking eye contact with Kip.

“Shane, too,” Ilya continues. “But you already know that, after yesterday.”

He rocks his hips forward in a slow, deep grind, jerking Scott’s cock in time with it.

“Do you know I almost fucked him in the hotel room next to you?”

Scott shakes his head like he can’t help reacting to the question, his breaths coming hard and frantic.

“Long time ago, he didn’t want to, but – you would have liked, maybe. Hearing us through walls.”

Shane lets out a tiny whimper, his mouth hot all over Kip’s neck and his hips rocking up to meet him. So Ilya probably isn’t just making that story up out of thin air, Kip thinks.

“Maybe thinking we want you to come join. Maybe have Shane suck your cock like earlier.”

The sound Scott makes sounds almost like a sob and Kip knows he actually is close now, distracted from his own mind enough to let go.

“Who knows, maybe have you fuck us both, one after the other.”

And that’s the one that does it – for pretty much everyone in the room, actually. Scott shouts and comes, Ilya’s hips snapping forward in hard, quick thrusts to fuck him through it; Shane whines against Kip’s skin, rutting against him like he’s trying to get off just from the dry drag of his cock against Kip’s.

Kip is distantly aware of Ilya cursing his way through his own orgasm and then collapsing on top of Scott, but mostly distracted by the way Shane’s entire body is currently trying to consume him. Kip kisses him, deep and slow, and runs his hands over every bit of warm skin he can reach, and it’s so easy to get lost in the way Shane soaks up every little touch.

“What do you wanna do?” he asks, letting Shane drag them both down onto the bed until he’s properly on top of him. Kip knows what he wants, but… “Are you sore from last night?”

Shane shakes his head, his beautiful dark eyes practically begging. Kip isn’t entirely sure whether Shane’s judgment can be trusted right now, but then he clears his throat and sounds very certain when he says, “Not too much anyway. I really want to, if you do.”

Shane, Kip thinks, is strong as hell, because he knows he isn’t letting anyone touch his ass for the next two to three business days after what Ilya did to it.

“You’re actually insane if you think I don’t want to,” Kip says warmly, kissing that lovely little smile off Shane’s lips. With the urgency settled a little, they both take a moment to look over at Ilya and Scott, still exactly where they left them.

“Hello, are you dead?” Ilya pokes Scott’s side and he groans, swatting a hand at Ilya.

Seemingly satisfied with that reaction, Ilya rolls off of him and shoves a hand against his shoulder until Scott makes enough room for him to sit on the bed, back against the headboard and Scott now very awkwardly half in his lap.

“What, no cuddles?” Scott asks with a smirk and Ilya rolls his eyes, putting an arm around his shoulders.

“I see now. Scott Hunter will only let you fuck him if you’re nice to him, will only come if you make him compliments and tell him little stories. Scott Hunter needs treatment like special princess all the time.”

“That’s damn right,” Scott replies. He arranges himself into a slightly more comfortable-looking position, his head pillowed on Ilya’s thigh.  “About time someone made you work for it a little.”

“You think Shane doesn’t make me work for it?”

“I hope he does. Haven’t seen it.”

Ilya scoffs. “I work enough.”

“No, you don’t,” Shane says, and the look he exchanges with Ilya is so gentle that Kip almost feels like he’s intruding on something. He catches Scott’s eyes, checking in, and finds the earlier tension has drained out of him. Kip makes a quick little kissy face at him and Scott smiles, returning two.

“So cute,” Ilya comments, because he clearly doesn’t miss anything if there’s any potential to make fun of it.

“I know,” Kip says evenly, turning back to look at Shane, who’s already holding the lube out to him. Eager. Kip can relate though, it feels like he’s been hard for hours at this point.

“Like this?” Kip asks while he coats his fingers and Shane nods, drawing his legs up, his thighs almost pressed back against his chest.

“God, you’re bendy.” Kip runs his hands up the backs of Shane’s left thigh until he gets to the back of his knee, pressing against it a little just to see how much give there is. A lot, is the answer.

“Yoga,” Shane says absently, his breath hitching when Kip presses inside him, two fingers sliding in easily.

“I’ve been…not doing that.” Kip leans in to press his lips to the inside of Shane’s thigh, getting a pleased little sound in reply every time he turns a kiss into a bite.

It’s a heady feeling, just how responsive Shane is, how much he loves this. Scott can be so beautifully needy if Kip plays his cards right, but it’s never quite this easy to get him there.

There’s a drop of precome smearing against Shane’s stomach where his cock is resting hot and heavy, and Kip thinks about licking it off, but then changes his mind. He swipes it up with his finger, making Shane twitch against him, and then holds it out to Shane’s mouth, something hot coiling tight inside of him.

Shane doesn’t need any prompting, licking Kip’s fingertip easily and then sucking it into his mouth.

“Jesus, you’re a fucking dream, aren’t you?” he whispers and Shane hums around Kip’s finger in his mouth, then clenches around the ones stretching him open.

It feels almost like Shane is teasing him and Kip has to take a deep, shaky breath to calm himself. He looks over at Ilya and Scott; Ilya’s watchful eyes on them, the subtle challenge there. It feels like he’s about to perform. No wonder Scott got off on it last night, that shit is right up his alley.

Kip withdraws both his hands and gets himself ready, condom and lube, steady on his knees, one of Shane’s legs coming up on his shoulder. Shane is a little taller, so it’s a bit of a stretch to kiss him as he pushes inside, but Kip makes it work, drinking down all his breathy sounds.

“I’ll go easy on you,” Kip says quietly once he’s fully inside, trying to be mindful of how raw everything must be feeling for Shane as he slowly starts pumping his hips.

“If you say so.” He can feel Shane’s knowing little smile against his lips, probably already certain in the knowledge that all of Kip’s good intentions will go right out the window as soon as Shane starts begging for more and harder like he did with Scott last night.

Shane keeps Kip close, arms tight around his shoulders and his mouth never leaving Kip’s face, his neck, his lips; the rhythm of Shane’s shallow breaths and the throaty sounds he makes right there for Kip to focus on. And it’s a relief, being able to fall into that, because he’s not like Scott that way, he doesn’t want to show off, or at least not for Ilya. It feels private, intimate, the way Shane is grounding him.

And while it starts out as exactly the type of leisurely morning sex that Kip was originally expecting to have when he woke up today, it doesn’t stay that way for long. Shane pulls him in, one leg still up on Kip’s shoulder and the other coming around his waist, Shane’s heel pressing into the small of his back in an unmistakable signal.

“Harder, please,” Shane whispers right next to Kip’s ear, and he can’t – he can’t help it, his hips snapping forward into tight heat, his body reacting before the words even make it to his brain.

Kip vaguely registers Ilya talking next to them, it sounds like praise for Shane but Kip can also feel that tone of voice everywhere in his body, letting it carry him along while he thrusts harder, angles his hips just right to make Shane whimper and writhe beneath him.

Kip pushes himself up, straightening his arms so he can see Shane’s face better, that same dreamy look from earlier, eyes unfocused and pupils blown wide. A flush on his face, all the way down to his chest. Kip wants so much to make this good for him.

Harder, Shane mouths at him and – fuck. Okay. Kip picks up the pace again, feeling the burn in his muscles and that tight, tell-tale pressure building inside him. His arms are trembling, his head spinning.

“Can’t do hands-free,” he tells Shane between panting breaths, because if he wants that again, Kip is going to actually die. “Too close.”

Shane nods and reaches between them, jerking himself off fast and hard, one more sound of skin against skin filling the room around them along with the punched-out noises out of Kip’s throat, the moans and gasps out of Shane’s.

Kip feels like he’s about to be seeing stars, his own pulse loud in his own ears. Shane doesn’t seem to be holding back at all, his body tensing against Kip only a moment later and he gets to fuck him through his orgasm, watch him arch and spill across his own stomach, clenching around Kip’s cock. Kip gasps and then follows right after, burying himself deep and riding out the waves with him.

“Oh God,” Kip sighs as he helps Shane set his legs down, his own body only slowly unlocking, tension draining out bit by bit. “That was –”

“Yeah,” Shane agrees, his eyes slipping closed and his lips stretching into a small smile again. “Yeah.”

Kip pulls out and closes his eyes, too, just for a moment, catching his breath and letting his heartrate settle while he’s still half-leaning on Shane’s bent knee.

But then, someone is behind him, Scott – he looks back over his shoulder, but is distracted by Ilya, who’s currently kissing Shane – oh no wait, licking his come off his stomach. Okay. Okay, that – that feels like Kip shouldn’t be seeing it and he closes his eyes again, letting his body slump back against Scott, who wraps his arms around Kip’s chest from behind.

“Jesus, babe,” Scott says, pressing hot kisses to the side of Kip’s neck. “I don’t – your fucking thighs.”

“Okay?” Kip is still fuzzy, waiting for his brain to reboot and the remaining mental image of Ilya and Shane isn’t exactly helping. He peeks at them and – oh okay. Just cuddling now. He can pretend he never saw that and that it wasn’t offensively sexy.

“Just – you looked so good fucking Shane. Like. Really fucking hot.”

“Ha.” He leans back against Scott, letting him take his weight because said thighs are suddenly feeling a little weak. “Thanks. You, too.”

“Come on.” Scott laughs and tugs Kip along until they’re both lying down again, Kip’s head on Scott’s chest. Things are pleasantly hazy and he feels like he might maybe even fall back asleep.

“Still Team Rozanov, baby?” Scott asks, his lips pressed to the top of Kip’s head, and Kip smiles.

“I’ll be on Team Whoever brings me that coffee I heard about earlier.”

“Mhm, Team Grady it is, I think,” Scott teases and Kip digs his fingers into Scott’s side until he’s shaking with quiet laughter beneath him.

“What do I have to do to get that Scott Hunter princess treatment around here, huh?”

“Let Ilya fuck you,” Shane says drily from the other side of the bed.

“I already did, it didn’t work.”

“Okay, okay,” Ilya says, rolling out of bed. “Because all of you are lazy and weak – I will go make new coffee. Not you, Shane,” he adds. “But you come with me, they already stole you once.”

“Stole me?” Shane lets Ilya pull him up by the hand and pushes close, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I came here out of my own free will.”

“Okay. My fault, maybe. I said breakfast, you heard eat Hunter’s ass.”

“Jesus Christ, Ilya,” Scott groans and Kip can’t help but laugh.

“It’s okay, Shane,” he says. “That happens to me all the time.”  

Chapter End Notes

...I am dead. And once again, have absolutely no excuse for this (other than a bunch of people in the comment section asked for it - I'll see you all in horny jail).