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Explicit

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M/M

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Heated Rivalry (TV)

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Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov

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Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov

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POV Shane Hollander, Shane Hollander is a Tease, Mean Shane Hollander, Shane Hollander Has a Dildo, Shane Hollander Walks Ilya Rozanov Like A Dog, Orgasm Edging, Sexual Overstimulation, Cock Warming, Pissing Inside Someone, Creampie, Unsafe Sex, Reverse Pegging, Ilya Rozanov is Obsessed With Shane Hollander, Masturbation Interruptus, Under-negotiated Kink, Feminization, Degradation

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English

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Part 2 of Shane is Mean™, Part 3 of Hollanov Smut

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Published: 2026-04-24 Words: 5,395 Chapters: 2/2

nothing to write home about

Summary

"What a useless thing," Shane mutters, reaching forward to grasp Ilya's dick. He gathers his hefty balls in his grasp as well, his hand acting as an improvised cock ring. Ilya actually whines slightly at the words, his hips moving as he humps pathetically up in Shane's grasp. "This dildo fits in my pussy perfectly; makes my cock so wet. Why would I need this to fill me up?"

"Shane, please," Ilya finally speaks up, a desperate edge evident in his voice as he starts to beg. "Please let me fuck you. I can fuck you so good, I promise, much better than dildo."

"Hm, no, I don't think so," Shane hums, grip still tight. "Bad dogs don't get to fuck wet pussies. They get to hump the air and whine like the horny mutts they are."

or the sequel to Plain Jane, featuring the consequences of one's actions

Notes

I wrote this in a fit of passion after being shocked at the reception Plain Jane got. I finished this chapter that very day and wrapped up the second one today. It will be posted within the next hour as well, just need to give it a quick look for any major typos.

Chapter 1: Shane POV - Plain Jane

Chapter Summary

"She taught herself to take my cock so deep into her throat that she is hoarse next day. She clings to me when I fuck her face, desperate and needy as her spit drips down to meet the mess she makes; because she loves sucking my dick so much she makes mess on floor. Every time." Shane gasps out loud, his cock jumping between his legs, humiliation flooding his veins. Oh god, he thinks, face flush. Ilya is telling his entire team about how much of a slut I am for his dick.

Chapter Notes

this is shane's pov of finding the initial video and what he was doing before then lol

Shane misses his boyfriend. He gets to say that now; boyfriend. He misses Ilya's accent, the way he would whisper against Shane's ear in the early mornings, soft words lulling Shane back to sleep under the summer sun. He misses his hands, strong and reverent as they trace circles on Shane's back and then hold his head firmly down while he stuffs Shane's mouth full of his cock. God, Ilya's cock. Shane loves his boyfriend for who he is, not just his body, but Ilya had been gifted with a truly spectacular cock, one he knows how to use.

Shane is thinking all of this on a random night, idling around his apartment after watching Ilya and his team beat the Admirals 5-2. Ilya had texted him before his game, the usual chirps about Hunter's age and a parting 'я тебя люблю' that still sends a little zip down Shane's spine when he reads it. He's out with his team now and Shane is hesitant to disturb him.

Ilya has made it clear he wants to hear from Shane all the time, has and will text him while he's supposed to be occupied with his team, but this is his last year in Boston and Shane feels a little guilty about it. Ilya had suggested moving to a Canadian team first, so Shane knows he was already thinking about it, but Shane was the one that suggested dead last Ottawa. Ilya turned Boston around after getting drafted and Shane has no doubts that he will do the same for his new team, but that will take time. Boston regularly makes the playoffs and Ottawa hasn't seen any playoff hockey in almost a decade; Ilya has his work cut out for him.

So Shane is feeling vaguely guilty, sitting on his couch and scrolling mindlessly through their previous texts. He smiles slightly at a conversation they had a few weeks after Ilya left the cottage, the Russian's words still sending a blush across Shane's face.

Lily: Please send dick pic

Shane: Lily, what the fuck?

Lily: I am so horny Hollander please let me see big dick

Shane: No, absolutely not. I'm not sending you a nude photo!

Lily: but I am dying мой зайка

Shane: No.

Lily: yes be meaner pelase

Shane had called Ilya immediately and their call had ended in a mutual orgasm for both of them. He reads the texts again, biting his lip as an idea starts to form in his head. It's been months since then. Shane had eventually relented and sent a few more risqué pictures, though none of them showed his face or anything below the belt. Ilya had always seemed so excited when Shane sent them, that he vaguely wonders what he would say if Shane sent something else.

A video, maybe?

Shane does some research, discovers there are several apps that allow for pictures and videos to be kept behind a password, hidden among the many apps one can have on their phone, and he starts to think.

Shane takes a surprisingly little amount of time to think about it; he's not going to lie and say that it doesn't turn him on a little. He can picture Ilya getting back from a night out, maybe just a little drunk, opening his phone and seeing Shane has sent him a dirty video. Just the thought that Ilya might like it, might start stroking his cock wherever he's standing when he sees it, seals it for Shane.

Shane sets up his trusty tripod, phone situated for the best view of his bed he can manage. He opens his side table drawer and retrieves his lube and then hesitates. His purple dildo sits there as it always has. Shane has had the same dildo for years and it is reliable. Shane really isn't going for reliable though, is he?

He heads to his closet instead, tossing the lube on his bed as he goes. He shuffles some things around until he unearths a package that has only been opened once before. Ilya had gifted it to him their first game after officially getting together, cackling with delight when Shane had finally clued onto what exactly Ilya had presented him. He shifts now, his cock chubbing up in his boxers as he lifts the dildo out of its packaging, it's size familiar in Shane's hand. Shane runs his finger down one of the prominent veins, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, before he shakes himself, huffing.

He heads back out to his bedroom, stripping out of his clothes. He makes sure to fold them and set them aside off camera. He turns to his phone and takes a deep breath, taking a moment to catalogue how he is feeling. There's some nerves, but no panic. Nothing that would send Shane spiraling as far as he can tell. Nodding to himself, Shane navigates to his camera app and switches it to video, hitting play.

"Hi, Ilya," Shane greets shyly, feeling a bit awkward just talking to the camera. "I miss you. Do you miss me?" Shane makes sure to drag his hands lightly down his chest as he sits on the bed, scooting back to get his entire body on camera. He rolls his nipples between his fingers, a breathy gasp leaving his lips as his hips twitch. He makes sure to look at the camera, his face fully on display as he licks his lips.

He grabs the lube and squeezes a dollop out, warming the gel between his fingers as he spreads his legs, revealing himself to the camera. He pauses and changes his position slightly, propping himself up on a pillow so Ilya can see his hand working and the expressions on his face. He starts slow, teasing his entrance with feather soft touches. He gently strokes his cock with his other hand, not trying to get off, just simply because it feels nice.

He slowly pushes the first finger in and quicky realizes that it's already not enough. "I feel so empty," he tells the camera, pouting. He slips a second finger in, maybe a bit too soon after all, but the burning stretch drags a moan out of him. His cock is starting to leak, a bead of precum collecting at the top. Shane swipes at it with his other hand, using it to slicken the glide as he continues working his dick.

"I wish you were here," Shane says, slowly fucking himself with his own fingers. "You always reach so deep inside me." He starts to scissor his fingers, stretching himself for Ilya's future viewing pleasure. He feels himself slowly flushing, his arousal not only from his actions, but for what they might lead to.

Shane pictures another scenario, one where Ilya saves the video and makes Shane watch it the next time they're together. How he would pull Shane onto his lap and then his cock, set him facing his big screen TV as he holds Shane down, not allowing him to move as they both watch Shane fall apart on screen.

Shane hisses when his cock jerks in his grasp, a little whine rising from his throat. He moves his hand away quickly, not wanting to come before he even really starts. His third finger goes in smoothly after the time he's taken to stretch himself, and he's reaching for the dildo as soon as any discomfort goes away.

"I miss your cock, Ilya," Shane moans, repositioning himself so he's on his knees hovering over the dildo. He strokes it a couple of times, spreading the remaining lube onto the surface, and then he positions the head against his slick hole. He glances up at the camera, giving his best go at a sultry smile, but is then interrupted when he gets a burst of texts in quick succession.

He frowns, huffing at the interruption. He sees Hayden's name flash before the texts disappear and he groans, dropping the dildo and climbing off the bed. The mood feels ruined. He knows he could ignore it, but he'd start thinking about what had Hayden so worked up he felt the need to text him multiple times in a row, and that isn't very conductive to fucking himself with a replica of his boyfriend's giant dick.

Hayden: Shane you need to see this can you believe this asshole? what a fucking piece of work

Shane groans, running his clean hand through his hair. He decides that maybe this is a sign, and that his video idea wasn't meant to be, and he goes to wash his hands. He forgoes taking a shower for the moment, deciding to check the link Hayden sent. Maybe after he sees whatever has Hayden so worked up, he can jerk off in the shower? It won't be nearly as satisfying as being fucked would be, but now that Shane has decided to actually use the gifted dildo, he kind of wants to only use it for a special occasion. Or, at least, he wants to use it where Ilya will see.

He hums to himself, the image of himself bouncing up and down on the dildo while Ilya fucks his face catching his attention briefly, but then the link forces his Twitter app to open, a video popping up on the screen.

"—once told Jane to suck my cock, and she dropped to her knees so fast I thought she disappeared," Ilya's voice comes out of his speakers. Shane's heart skips a beat, his mouth dropping open as he stares at the shaky video. It shows Ilya and several other Boston players all huddled together. There's a lot of noise in the background, but whoever took the video has managed to get close enough to catch their conversation without any of the men noticing.

"She taught herself to take my cock so deep into her throat that she is hoarse next day. She clings to me when I fuck her face, desperate and needy as her spit drips down to meet the mess she makes; because she loves sucking my dick so much she makes mess on floor. Every time." Shane gasps out loud, his cock jumping between his legs, humiliation flooding his veins. Oh god, he thinks, face flush. Ilya is telling his entire team about how much of a slut I am for his dick.

"She gets so wet when I force her head down and do not let her breathe for long time. Her mouth drools just like her pussy; very wet and messy. I have let her hump my leg before. Held her down and felt her cum as she muttered pleas around my cock, begging me to fuck her face and cum on her tongue. If girlfriends are needing to pretend to enjoy your dicks, you are doing something wrong," Ilya says, the video continuing on for a good minute further before it starts over, automatically replaying.

"Her pussy," Shane says out loud, staring at the screen for so long that it eventually goes dark in his hand. He heard nothing else after Ilya admonished his team, so taken aback by the rush of heat he had felt. His cock is throbbing now, red and fully erect. He keeps hearing Ilya in his head, the words repeating over and over, and Shane has to sit down before his knees buckle.

It takes a moment to fully register that Shane has just watched a video of his boyfriend talking about him, about his pussy, in a public place. A video that has been posted online for everyone to see.

Shane is furious and so turned on he thinks he might pass out. He sits up fully, valiantly ignoring his throbbing erection as he pulls up their text thread.

Shane: I'm going to kill you.

Shane doesn't have to wait long for an answer.

Lily: дорогой what did i do? why are you up so late?

I'm up so late because I was trying to make a sexy video for my asshole boyfriend and he decided to brag to his team about his girlfriend's wet pussy, Shane thinks hysterically before pressing Ilya's name and calling him.

"Your conversation was recorded," Shane hisses at Ilya as soon as the call connects.

"What conversation?" Ilya asks, his words slurring slightly. He's been drinking Shane realizes, maybe not completely drunk, but definitely a bit tipsy. It certainly explains why he was so descriptive.

"If girlfriends are needing to pretend to enjoy your dicks, you are doing something wrong," Shane quotes Ilya, growling it at him. His dick gives an unfortunate twitch at the reminder of Ilya's little monologue.

"Jane—," Ilya says carefully, making Shane rolls his eyes.

"Do not Jane me right now," Shane snaps back. "I can not believe you!"

"I am sorry, котик."

"Leave the bar, right now, Ilya. Go home. Call me when you get there. We are not done talking about this," Shane orders, abruptly ending their phone call.

He takes a deep breath and glances down, frowning. He's very much aroused by what has happened, regardless of the anger he feels at Ilya being so reckless in pubic and the panic he is trying very hard not to succumb to. He glances at his tripod, then back at his phone. The lube and dildo are still laying there on his bed.

Shane smiles. He has a wonderfully mean idea.

Chapter End Notes

я тебя люблю i love you
мой зайка my bunny
дорогой dear/darling
котик kitten

Chapter 2: Consequences

Chapter Summary

Shane isn't that angry anymore, but he still feels an itch under his skin that he needs to scratch. Ilya had looked so desperate over their facetime call when Shane was being mean to him, not letting him talk or cum after he hung up. Shane loves having Ilya control him, is always blissed out after Ilya has dominated him in bed, but there is a thrill in being just a little mean, in making Ilya listen to him, in saying explicit things just to watch his boyfriend squirm.

He isn't angry, but he's willing to pretend he is if it means he can get that same look on Ilya's face now that he's right in front of him.

Chapter Notes

for the warning this chapter make note of the under-negotiate kink tag. they enjoy it very much but neither discusses what the hell they're doing

edit: a couple people have mentioned accidentally missing a specific tag so for your peace of mind: there be piss here! lolol

Two weeks later finds Shane moaning lightly, his head thrown back as Ilya sucks greedily on one of his nipples, one of his hands raised to cup his other tit and squeeze periodically.

Montreal had won their game in early OT, a wonky bounce helping them end their current three game losing streak with a 2-1 final score. Shane had been relieved even if he wasn't the one with the OT goal. Shane had made eye contact with Ilya briefly on the ice, a charged look between them, before he had turned away, stick saluting the cheering fans before heading down the tunnel toward his locker room.

He was distracted when he pulled off his sweat soaked jersey, when he took his shower, and when he gave bland, generic answers to the press for his post-game interview. He couldn't stop his racing thoughts, nervous excitement giving him the jitters.

The thing is: Shane isn't actually that angry with Ilya. Not anymore. He's had two weeks to deal with the fallout of the video going viral. He's seen the reactions online, has stared at his ceiling in mortification more than once, but it ultimately comes down to the fact that no one knows who Jane is. Jane is a random woman that the entire hockey world now knows is a cock slut, specifically for Ilya Rozanov's dick, but that's about all they know. They can see Ilya is infatuated, but they don't know that he's infatuated with Shane, which gives him complicated feelings.

He's happy they haven't been outed, that a few drunken statements have only resulted in Ilya looked like a douchebag that's in love with his girlfriend and not a closeted bisexual man in love with his boyfriend, but the way the internet is reacting to Jane has left him all mixed up.

yaoimistress97: throat goat jane has her claws in roz and i totally get it

jamie76685: Rozy living the life I wish I had

marlypoorr: does jane like women she sounds like someone i would love to meet

rozesQueen: I want to be Jane so fucking bad fuck you girl you're living my dream

yazzinme: can we talk about how gross this video is? men are so fucking disgusting. i feel sorry for jane

Shane understands the last comment the most; Ilya has already explained how the entire conversation started with his team being shitty about a rookie's new girlfriend. Shane is more than familiar with the general attitude hockey players have towards women. The video does not paint any of the Boston team in a good light, especially Ilya, who has been known to be a man whore, though a respectful one up until this point. Shane doesn't know if he should be relieved or not that the video only caught Ilya's speech about his girlfriend and not the misogynistic rhetoric Ilya had described the rest of the players spouting.

bostonferal: every time rozanov says wet pussy i moan and cum a little

Shane, unfortunately, also deeply relates to that particular comment. He has the video bookmarked on Twitter, something he never plans to let Ilya know, and has watched it several times while fucking himself with his gifted dildo, always taking a quick picture after he's done and sending it to Ilya as punishment.

Shane isn't that angry anymore, but he still feels an itch under his skin that he needs to scratch. Ilya had looked so desperate over their facetime call when Shane was being mean to him, not letting him talk or cum after he hung up. Shane loves having Ilya control him, is always blissed out after Ilya has dominated him in bed, but there is a thrill in being just a little mean, in making Ilya listen to him, in saying explicit things just to watch his boyfriend squirm.

He isn't angry, but he's willing to pretend he is if it means he can get that same look on Ilya's face now that he's right in front of him.

"Off," Shane pushes against Ilya's shoulder, ignoring the pout on Ilya's face when he immediately listens. "I'm still mad at you."

"I am very sorry, любимый," Ilya pouts, shuffling away when Shane pushes him back a bit more, creating space between them. "I should not have said those things about you."

"Which is why you're going to make it up to me," Shane tells him casually, walking past Ilya towards his bedroom. His boyfriend follows after him quickly, humming as he strips off his own shirt. Ilya had removed Shane's shirt as soon as he got his hands on him, but had soon become distracted by Shane's chest.

"What would you like me to do to you, Милый зайчик?" Ilya asks, stepping forward to rest his hands on Shane's hips.

Shane allows this for a moment, the warmth of Ilya's hands causing goosebumps to rise over his skin, before he steps away from his grasp, and points towards his bed. "Strip and lie down on the bed."

Ilya follows his orders easily, discarding his pants and underwear without much care. Shane also slips out of the rest of his clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on his dresser for later. He stares hungrily as Ilya stretches out, his sculpted body a beautiful sight resting upon Shane's sheets. He briefly considers doing away with his plan, telling Ilya he forgives him and letting the other man shove Shane's face into the mattress and fuck him until Shane cries, but he's had these plans in mind for at least a week now.

He goes to his bedside dresser and grabs some lube, as well as the dildo that he is sure has been haunting Ilya's dreams. The other man is looking at it with narrowed eyes, like he has actually formed some sort of vendetta against the thing.

"Why are you grabbing dildo? Original is right here," Ilya says, grasping his hard cock and running his fist over it in a slow, teasing motion.

"Spread your legs a little," Shane orders, not answering him.

Ilya frowns slightly, eyeing Shane, but he does what he tells him, letting his legs fall open just a bit. Shane watches the way the muscles in his thighs move and his mouth waters. He clears his throat slightly, climbing onto the bed and positioning himself on top of Ilya's legs. He sets the dildo down for the moment, opening the lube, and squirts a generous amount on his fingers.

He makes sure Ilya is looking at him and then he turns around, stratling him in reverse so he has a clear look at Shane opening himself up with his own fingers. Ilya lets out a groan at the sight and Shane can't stop himself from smirking slightly, turned on and smug at how much his boyfriend likes to watch him. He doesn't tease him with a long show, just enough to get Ilya a little worked up and Shane sufficiently stretched.

He turns back around once he's satisfied, once more facing Ilya, and he grabs the dildo. He takes a breath to settle himself before he gives Ilya a bitchy look, one he's done his best to craft for just this occasion. "I need you to squeeze your thighs together. You will not stop until I tell you to. Do you understand?"

Ilya looks at him curiously, but nods nonetheless.

Shane reaches forward and grasps Ilya's balls, ignoring the way his erection bobs slightly at the attention, and he sticks the base of his dildo right between his thigs, just a a bit of distance between it and Ilya's actual cock. Ilya squeezes his thighs together as soon as Shane lets the appendage go, his eyes wide and pupils blown as he stares down at Shane.

"I'm going to ride my favorite cock," Shane tells him, picking up the lube bottle to spread a bit onto the dildo. "I love it so much more than the big, dumb dick attached to my asshole boyfriend, who thinks talking about his girlfriend's pussy in a public space is a good fucking idea."

Shane scoots up to hover over both dicks, glancing up to make eye contact with a wide-eyed Ilya. He sinks down onto the dildo, moaning slightly at the stretch. He settles himself down, his cock and balls coming to rest atop Ilya's. "It feels so good," Shane gasps as he raises himself up slightly, rocking back down slowly to feel the glide the dildo offers. "It fills my pussy so well," Shane coos, rocking forward a bit so their cocks rub together. Ilya moans at the friction, a hitch in his breathing as he stares down at Shane, transfixed.

Shane rises a little higher, falling back onto the cock with a bit more force. Their balls slap together lightly, leaving both of them gasping at the sensation. Shane is getting into a rhythm now, riding Ilya at just the right pace that has them rutting against each other without forcing them too harshly together. Shane watches Ilya's face flush red, his hands gripping the bed spread while his arm muscles bulge. He hasn't tried to touch Shane, which Shane is grateful for; if Ilya touched him right now, Shane wouldn't be able to stop himself from coming.

Shane shifts the slightest amount and moans loudly, a breathy whimper escaping him as the dildo scrapes against his prostate. His dicks is fully leaking now, precum dripping down his shaft. Ilya isn't much better; his cock is red and thick, balls almost a similar color from the light smacking they've been taking.

"What a useless thing," Shane mutters, reaching forward to grasp Ilya's dick. He gathers his hefty balls in his grasp as well, his hand acting as an improvised cock ring. Ilya actually whines slightly at the words, his hips moving as he humps pathetically up in Shane's grasp. "This dildo fits in my pussy perfectly; makes my cock so wet. Why would I need this to fill me up?"

"Shane, please," Ilya finally speaks up, a desperate edge evident in his voice as he starts to beg. "Please let me fuck you. I can fuck you so good, I promise, much better than dildo."

"Hm, no, I don't think so," Shane hums, grip still tight. "Bad dogs don't get to fuck wet pussies. They get to hump the air and whine like the horny mutts they are."

Ilya actually whimpers at his mean words, his whole body jerking as he gasps. His chest is heaving as he stares at Shane. Ilya's thighs are shaking below him, struggling to keep the dildo lodged between them. Shane can't take the sight, can't look at Ilya begging and glassy eyed, his aching dick firmly in Shane's grasp, without reaching a crest, his orgasm slamming into him.

Shane ruts forward as he whines, cum shooting out from his dick to cover Ilya's cock and stomach with his seed. Ilya is whining again, his own hips trying to jerk up, but Shane's hand around his dick keeps him firmly grounded. Shane has to take several seconds to just breathe, mind hazy, before he collects himself enough to pull up and off the dildo. He settles just behind it, still on his knees and stratling Ilya's legs. He releases his grip slowly, freeing Ilya's throbbing cock from his grasp.

"Do you want me to jerk your big, useless cock until it comes?" Shane asks, catching his breath.

Ilya nods frantically, pleas falling from his lips. Shane searches for the lube, putting a little on his hand, before he sets it aside once more. He looks at Ilya, at his deep red, almost purple cock, and then wraps his hand around the dildo.

"Shane?" Ilya asks with a shaky voice, the whine still present.

"You're going to come from this," Shane tells him, starting a furious pace as he jerks the dildo off. "I'm going to jerk this big dick until you come all over yourself."

Ilya's thighs are violently shaking at this point, a broken moan rising out of his chest. He's sweating profusely along his brow as he stares at Shane's hands. Shane uses the same tricks he would use when giving Ilya a handjob, tight fist and confident strokes, thumbing occasionally where the slit would rest at on the head of his dick.

Ilya's breathing is short and sharp, his dick twitching untouched as it bobs up and down in the air. His hips are making aborted little jerks now that Shane isn't stopping him, his abs flexing as he whimpers below him.

"Shane, Малыш, пожалуйста," Ilya begs, his eyes starting to water.

"Come," Shane orders, captivated at the sight. His own dick has long since grown hard again, already starting to drool at the pretty picture Ilya makes. "Come right fucking now."

Ilya shakes his head violently as his cock harshly jerks, cum shooting out. Shane stares as he makes a mess of himself, his spend joining Shane's as it streaks across his body. He comes so violently that it shoots all the way up his chest and onto his clenched jaw, the sight making Shane's own dick twitch in interest. Ilya's hips jerk up several times, coming more than Shane has seen from him.

Ilya is left whimpering on the bed, his arm coming up to cover his eyes. Shane stops his jerking motions finally, rubbing at the inside of Ilya's spasming thighs. He pulls the dildo out and discards it, focus solely on Ilya's plump cock. He's still fairly hard, Shane notices. He bites his lips, grasping his own dick and giving it a few strokes.

He shifts slightly, eyeing Ilya for any reaction, but his boyfriend is still lost in the adrenaline of his orgasm, unaware as Shane shuffles forward slightly. He has Ilya's cock in his hand and is lowering himself down before the Russian can realize what he is doing.

"Ебать!" Ilya roars, his arm flying away from his face as he stares with wild eyes at Shane.

Shane keeps eye contact as he slams himself onto Ilya's dick, not letting the other man adjust or have a small break after his previous orgasm. Shane's own cock aches slightly from arousal and he can only imagine how overstimulated Ilya must feel right now, his cock still pulsating from such a violent release.

"Shane, please, no, no, Нет, " Ilya cries, his hands finding Shane's hips at last. He doesn't even try pushing Shane off, simply grasps him tightly as Shane rides him into the mattress. Shane's legs have been steadily burning for the last ten minutes, but he completely ignores it as Ilya's cock hits his prostate each time he rocks down onto it.

"Your cock feels so good, Ilyusha," Shane tells him, resting a hand on Ilya's chest as he leans forward. "Maybe I should keep it around for the occasional use." Shane wants to keep teasing him, whispering mean things at him, but Ilya lets out a sob, watery eyes latched onto Shane, and his cock jerks so violently inside Shane that he can actually tell when Ilya comes again.

Shane gapes at him as Ilya thrashes under him, hips jerking up and then back down, like he doesn't know whether he wants to bury himself further into Shane or if he wants to scramble away. It's a heady feeling, watching Ilya fall apart like this. Shane is close now, so turned on by Ilya's pleasure, that he debates simply stroking his cock a few times and finally ending their little session.

"Shane," Ilya mutters, his voice slurring with urgency. "Up, up, пожалуйста. Мне надо поссать."

"I don't speak Russian, Ilyusha," Shane says in response, not moving.

Ilya groans at the name, another whimper leaving him as he starts gently smacking Shane's leg. "I need to piss, Малыш, please move, now, now, now," Ilya cries out, his body starting to rock with need.

Shane freezes.

Ilya is getting desperate again, his watery eyes now threatening to fully tear up as he keeps tapping Shane, begging him to get up so he can go piss. Shane's heart is racing so fast he can hear it. His cock, still hard, gives several twitches at Ilya's words, the image forming in his head one he suddenly needs.

"Do it right here," Shane breathes out, watching Ilya shake his head.

"No, will make mess, you hate mess," Ilya manages to force out, his English broken and heavy with his thickening accent.

Shane settles himself firmly on Ilya's cock, resting both hands on Ilya's chest to keep him pinned to the bed. "No, you piss right where you're at."

"I can't hold it," Ilya sobs, looking into Shane's eyes.

"Piss in me," Shane begs, orders, demands, pleads, his breath hitching as he feels his orgasm swiftly approaching. "Do it now; fill me up, Ilya, my pussy is already full of your cum, it needs your piss too." Because Shane hadn't originally planned to ride Ilya's cock, he is currently filled with his cum. He feels light-headed and crazed at the idea of both Ilya's cum and piss being inside him, his belly full of Ilya.

"Piss in me like a good dog," Shane commands, and he is granted his wish. Shane can feel the warmth of it almost immediately, Ilya screaming as his hold on his bladder ceases. The sound of him as he cries, his tears running free as they streak down his cheeks, pushes Shane to the very brink. He lets out a cry of his own when he registers the pressure of it, how tight his insides are at the amount Ilya is filling him with piss.

Shane shakes as he comes untouched, only able to release a little cum as he jerks on Ilya's cock.

Shane sits there for several moments, vaguely noting when the cramping in his gut doesn't get an worse, Ilya's sharp sigh indicating he's finally relieved his bladder. There is a faint sniffle from his boyfriend, follow by a groan. "You have killed me," Ilya mutters hoarsely.

Shane can't help the little hysterical giggle he let's out. "I love you."

"Я тебя люблю," Ilya responds in kind, staring up at Shane with soft eyes. "I am actually sorry, Shane."

"I know," Shane nods. "I'm not actually that mad. From what I've seen online, no one has made any connection between Montreal Jane and me, so," Shane shrugs. "You will have to deal with some choice words from my mom though," Shane adds, smirking when Ilya groans beneath him.

Shane moves slowly, leaning forward to rest against Ilya's chest, careful to keep Ilya lodged inside him. He laughs slightly, feeling giddy, and let's out a happy sigh when Ilya's arms come up to embrace him, his thumb rubbing soothing circles along Shane's back.

Shane hugs him back, content for the moment to simply lay in his arms.

Chapter End Notes

I'm pretty sure that's all I have to say about this one lol maybe a fic with more social media reactions and the reveal years later jane = shane?

it would be a while if i did write it, so don't get too excited lol

любимый darling
Милый зайчик sweet/cute little bunny
Малыш, пожалуйста baby, please
Ебать fuck
Нет no
пожалуйста. Мне надо поссать. pleas. i have to piss.
Я тебя люблю i love you