Chapter 1: Discoveries

Chapter Notes

Is anyone surprised I went from gay tennis to gay hockey? Like the rest of the planet, Omega Shane Hollander invades my thoughts in all waking hours, so I decided to do a frankenstein of the book and TV show canon to show my version of how an ABO Heated Rivalry would go. I almost named this fic "HEATed Rivalry", but my good friends advised me not to... Still think this name is fire! The title is from the song Good Looking by Suki Waterhouse. See the end of the chapter for more notes Shane Hollander hated this secret, but he had taken great pains to protect it, and he would continue doing so. Specially from Ilya Rozanov. The problem was… He was never able to say no to him. Ever since the beginning, when they were both seventeen years old wannabes, Shane had a particular hard time denying anything Ilya proposed, even if it was implicit. From the first time they started hooking up to their professional careers, he didn’t think the consequences of denying the russian outweighed the benefits of being able to spend just a little more time seeing his gorgeous body, or inhaling his addicting scent. Ilya Rozanov was a showy alpha, the type that glowed under the spotlight, specially in the rink. Hockey was known for being very high stakes, high hormones kind of sport, specially considering that 90% of the players were alphas and the other 10% betas. In that environment his type of carefree leadership made Razonov the ideal athlete – he didn’t have a big enough ego that he couldn’t be a team player, but his nonchalant nature made his teammates trust and follow his guidance. He certainly was cocky and bossy like a typical alpha, but he also had the piece of mind to leave that behind him when it was needed, sharing the burden of the losses and lifting the spirits of the team. He spoke very outwardly, even if his english left him hanging sometimes, and got along well with the other alphas in his team. The picture was quite different with his opponents. They didn’t like one bit the shenanigans he got up to in the middle of games, some considering him one of the biggest assholes in the MLH, specially because he didn’t cower from using his liquor scent to overwhelm his opponents. It didn’t matter how many alphas clogged the rink with their own aromas, Rozanov always stood out, leaking even to the first few rows of the arenas. It wasn’t necessarily prohibited, but it was heavily frowned upon to use one’s own scent to manipulate your fellow players in the middle of a game. In other times of the league, when the predominance of alphas wasn’t such an overwhelming majority, there was a genuine worry from sponsors and medical staff that the betas and omegas would have their athletic performance totally jeopardized by the whims of their alpha teammates. It resulted in the development of a special kind of blocker that could be used right before a game, applied in the region below the nose, to assure the other subgenders wouldn’t feel any scent whatsoever. That proved to be a shortcoming as well, because without scent awareness the players with the blocker couldn’t catch the midmatch arrangements, being left out of strategies. Without a better solution, the result nowadays was an unspoken agreement that scents, especially from alphas, wouldn’t be released in an exaggerated manner. That kind of unspoken rule was the favorite kind Rozanov loved to break. Now, active hockey players that were omegas? Counting with Shane there were a total of one. Reading about the history of the MLH in the 90s he was aware there were at least three fully out omegas that partook in official games in the last 20 years, but none of them were first line players and quietly drifted into obscurity after the end of their short-lived careers. That made Hollander’s position specially tricky, since he wasn’t a fully out omega. He blamed the cover-up getting that far on the fact that he was a late bloomer. It was the norm for other kids to start showing signs of their status at the age of four, so when he turned five, and then six, and nothing changed his parents assumed he was just an underdeveloped beta, specially because of his methodical organization, a very common beta trait, even though he lacked basic scent awareness, also a beta characteristic. His childhood wasn’t really impacted by that. He grew up with loving parents that supported his dreams, and when he was six that dream became to be a professional hockey player. Back then he wasn’t fixed on winning records and trophies, focusing instead on the trill he felt in the ice and how fun it was to excel at it. Even if it was a minority, there weren’t any real obstacles for betas to enter the MLH, and from the level he was showing in junior categories his parents had faith he would go pro when the time came. What once seemed like a very straightforward plan – train hard and play harder to impress the scouts – got an unexpected U-turn when, at the age of eight, Shane Hollander began to emanate an unmistakable aloe vera scent. To everyone’s surprise he was an omega. The summer vacation had only started, he was going to a hockey themed camp the very next day, and all had to be cancelled and rerouted with his presentation. From the very first day he found out his status he had known it’d need to be a secret if he had any hope to go pro in his life. His parents offered guidance during those few months in which he learned the basis of his cover-up: scent blockers made of cream, spray and medicine. He hadn’t even started puberty yet, but he was shown human anatomy books with all the places his body would produce scent, and how to neutralize each one. In the middle of all these lessons his mum, a wonderful alpha that was crazy about hockey, tried to cheer him up by playing some drills he would have done in the camp. Still, that summer was tainted by the discovery and the disguise it created. No one outside the three of them could ever know. That was a heavy burden for a child to carry. Shane was already at that age calm and reserved, but after presenting his suspicious and cautious nature went up a few notches. He was so scared of blurting some unremarkable comment that would make people know, that he resorted to talking very little. The sport was the only lifeboat he hanged onto in those confusing years. He studied, watched and trained everything he could, determined to make it as a player despite the beta status everyone believed he had. The very few friends he managed to keep were his junior teammates, and most of their interactions were in moments of training or actual games. When his teenage years approached he became paranoid that any sign of desire or lust would be picked on immediately, so he very much shut down any kind of felling regarding that. He tried to ignore, but he knew his classmates talked behind his back that he didn’t have a girlfriend because he was asian, and to them all asians had small dicks. That kind of shit talking wasn’t news to him, specially because he lived in locker rooms where those ideas were repeated all the time, but that didn’t make it sting any less. Because of his scent blocker routine he didn’t shower with the rest of the team, always finding an excuse to stay behind. With time everyone caught up to his preference and joked that he was ashamed of his body, that there was something wrong with him that he didn’t want any of them to know. Whilst a couple of his closer friends tried to defend him and stop the comments, he just kept quiet because he was indeed hiding something, even if it wasn’t what they were thinking. From the anatomy books his parents gave him since presentation he knew that, on the outside, his body was the same as a beta. However, when puberty hit him the hardest at fifteen he saw some changes, like the roundness of his pecks and the curve of his hips. He resented his own self-image so much that, on top of being frightened that his teammates found out about his omega status, he also was afraid they’d be even worse in their bullying seeing how feminine he looked. His efforts to grow muscle in his arms and legs were not only for the purposes of being a good hockey player, but also to depart as much as possible from the omega stereotype. As much as he would love to just score goals and go home, his rising quality as a player also had the consequence of a growing media coverage. He was being talked as one of the future stars of the MLH, local newspapers from Ottawa asked for interviews and his shy and reserved persona was forced to adapt and change. No one would cheer for him if he was totally closed off. So he slowly built a public mask that could appease the growing audience, being polite and educated in his answers, as well as maintaining that image with his own compatriots. His undeniable talent made it impossible for those that bullied him previously to keep their mocking agenda, so the teasing and commenting on his weird shower habits stopped, as well as the fact that he never had a girlfriend, or even a fling. That change was relieving, but didn’t make it any easier to appease the loneliness. His teammates were as close to him as acquaintances and his best friend was his mom. At the age of seventeen, that was rough. Whilst he was working on becoming a very promising player to be drafted as soon as he became of age, he got wind of the talk surrounding Ilya Rozanov. The russian had almost the same birthday as him and played fiercely as well. He seemed to deal better with the media, giving them good soundbites whenever he got close to a mic, but that wasn’t so uncommon for alphas, specially prodigies. Like Shane, the media had high hopes about Rozanov, speculating his possible position in the draft, and expecting him to lead Russia to win the World Junior Championship the same year Shane planned doing that, but with Canada. Hollander wondered if Rozanov felt the pressure of these expectations like he did. From their first meeting he thought the answer was no, because Rozanov exuded a I-don’t- care-about-anything energy that was a polar opposite to his own approach to the sport. Shane did care a lot: about his team, about his future career, about his health, about the expectations his parents and the rest of the world had, and mostly he cared about maintaining his secret. There was not a single cell or bacteria that lived in Shane that did anything but care about hockey. That was also clear as day in his face when, after losing the World Junior Championship to Russia, he was picked second in the draft, falling short of course from Ilya fucking Rozanov. He hadn’t felt too much of the blonde’s scent when he first introduced himself because it was very windy and Rozanov had a scarf around his neck, besides the cigarette smoke. Now that they’re taking photos with the jerseys of their respective teams, the Montreal Voyageurs for Hollander and the Boston Bears for Rozanov, the liquor scent was clogging up the whole space. At that moment he was certain that this dude was an asshole and was doing it on purpose, literally puffing up his chest like a goodman peacock. The uncomfortable smile he was spotting got even tighter, all he wanted was for this day to end. Unfortunately his mind had other plans, because he couldn’t for the love of god sleep. The hotel clock was showing it was already two past midnight when the restlessness won, and he decided to go to the hotel gym to hopefully get himself so exhausted that he would be dead asleep as soon as he hit the bed. He brought his iPod and plugged into the workout playlist when he started using the bike. No more than 10 minutes passed when he realized that next to him Rozanov was getting himself ready. Great, exactly the last person he wanted to see. Since the russian didn’t make any moves to talk he decided the silence would be the best, and looked forcibly ahead to keep his rhythm. Not very long passed before his nose was being inundated with the liquor scent, now even more powerful and intense because the alpha was sweating. My fucking god, that night was just getting worse. And to top it all off it seemed that the alpha was keen on beating his intensity in the exercise, cycling just slightly faster than Shane. The canadian normally wasn’t competitive in activities outside of hockey, but even his calm demeanor couldn’t stop him from rising up to the unspoken challenge. He cycled even faster. Sensing he wasn’t alone in that game anymore, Rozanov also got faster, making each of them try to one up the other for the next few minutes. I can’t lose to a fucking smoker, Hollander thought. But even his best efforts weren’t enough, and he slowed down first, getting out of the equipment, standing on wobbly legs and haphazardly sitting in one of the walls of the gym. Apparently the fun was over once he was alone, so right after Shane sat on the floor Rozanov followed him, sitting close but on the opposite side. “What a fucking day, huh?” Rozanov said. “Yeah. Totally.” “Everything you’ve dreamed of?” Great, so he wanted to hit a nerve. Asshole. “Almost” Shane sarcastically replied. “Oh, sorry,” the other man grinned “I ruined your big day.” The canadian didn’t respond, still gasping for air and annoyed. “It was a surprise for me a beta got drafted that high.” Yeah, he was definitely an asshole. Typical alpha. “You think?” another snarky response came from Shane. “Well, not really. I saw the articles about you, but you have to agree it’s not common to have such a high ranked beta. All the other draws were alphas.” “Yeah, I suppose.” Whilst his short answers were common, now he resorted to them because he was distracted. Rozanov was sweaty and his scent was intoxicating his thoughts. Rationally he knew there was no way to get alcohol-drunk on someone’s scent, but he was seriously questioning the validity of that claim. His eyes went down from the alpha’s face to his neck, so strong and glistening in the harsh lightning. He was struck with the want to lick it, a novelty because his sentiment was always so negative towards Rozanov. “We’re gonna be seeing each other a lot, huh?” he saw the alpha’s throat move as Rozanov spoke. “Yeah… The Montreal Voyageurs and the Boston Bears are historical rivals.” his privileged vision of Rozanov’s neck got obstructed by the water bottle the alpha was offering him. Initially he denied, already too off-put by his own behavior. With a bit more insistence a little come on he accepted the offer. Shane thought it was an accident how Rozanov touched his hand slightly when handing the bottle. What wasn’t accidental was the look he gave him when he arched his neck up to drink the water without touching the lid. Huh. When giving the bottle back their hands touched again, now eerily close to his wrist. He knew his scent gland was there but the russian didn’t, since he thought he was a beta. He recoiled his hand fast, trusting his blockers were working, but not wanting to test just how much would make them reveal the scent underneath. After that he stood up fast and said a hurried goodbye, walking back to his room in a dazed manner, confused and worried about the desire that crossed his mind and probably Rozanov’s too, considering the touches and the look he gave him. Even with a fatigued body, his mind still raced, the insomnia following him in the night. •────────• After winning his second and last World Junior Championship to Russia, Shane was feeling a bit more at ease with the comparisons with Rozanov. Both had won one championship each and would go pro in big teams in the league, so the slight insecurity wasn’t warranted. His mind had almost completely forgotten the gym moment the year prior. In the summer before their first MLH season there were a lot of marketing ads to be filmed, and for some reason one of them featured them both. Together. He wasn’t naive to think this rivalry wouldn’t be used by PR, but even before their first official confrontation? The russian seemed to see his discomfort from a mile away because he teased the second they met in the makeshift studio, in the middle of a hockey rink “Such a pretty beta. All dolled up”. Confusingly, Shane felt his cheeks warming up, and prayed that the secluded place he was sitting would conceal the reaction. “You’re painted up too,” he replied. “Yeah, but I’m not pretty.” before this conversation could get any more embarrassing the director called both of them to return to the shooting. The next hour or so was a test of patience for the omega, that became more familiar with the undertones of the liquor scent he had first noticed a year ago. Rozanov couldn’t keep quiet, always strutting around, and consequently getting sweatier under the bright lights. One moment the director praised his stance, and Shane, being so close to the source, felt it become a tiny bit sweeter. That was fucking up his mind, he just wanted the day to be over. Again. The moment the team dismissed them, he still took a long time to take off the jerseys and clothes from the brand, stalling for time whilst Rozanov showered and left the locker room. Apparently his calculations were wrong because, even if he was alone when he first entered, now that he was in the middle of his shower routine he heard footsteps and saw the russian occupying a shower stall on his left, no more than three meters apart. His first reaction was to stare as the alpha’s skin got wet, rivulets going from his forehead to the chin, from the shoulders to the pecs, from the belly button to the soft dick. Why did he want to look at another man’s dick? Flustered, he looked abruptly to the opposite side and continued with his routine, picking one of his scent neutral soaps. Like a lightning stroke him, Shane suddenly realized he wasn’t in a wet dream, but actually in one of his nightmares. He was showering right by the side of the guy the whole media treated as his fated rival, all of his scent neutralizers exposed as well as his body. Fuck, this is the worst thing that could happen. He remembered the medicine leaflet advised that the effect of the blocker pill would be the best in the first five hours after ingestion, but would still be good for the next three hours. Panicked, he started calculating mentally how much time since he took the pill, starting to hyperventilate in the process, afraid that his case would be one of the exemptions, the 0.01% of times the medicine didn’t work like intended. It didn’t matter that this medication never failed him before, he could lose everything now! Distressed and spiraling, the omega didn’t even realize he was inhaling more and more of the liquor scent from his colleague. Even if there were no calming pheromones, he felt his body responding in a different way. A boner. Oh, that was great. Trying to be discreet he looked in Rozanov’s direction again and was presented with the sight of his muscular back and voluminous ass. Shit, that’s not gonna help with the boner situation. Paralyzed with fear, embarrassment and lust, Shane gasped when the russian turned back, facing him now. “What were you thinking about?” Rozanov asked, his own hand dropping below his navel, holding his own erection by the base. “You.” he replied quickly, overwhelmed by the alpha’s scent and body. He wondered again, could he get drunk on someone else’s scent? “You want to touch me, Hollander?” “Not here,” he stammered. “Anyone can come in.” As much as it was tempting, he still felt the panic alongside the desire. There was no way he would spend more time than necessary in this shower stall. As quickly as he could, he fled the room, needing time to 1) gather his clothes and cream blocker and 2) gather his own thoughts. His boner wasn’t fully down yet because of the absolute overpowering scent the alpha had, combined with the small space they were. With a clearer mind, he decided to wait for Rozanov to finish, wanting to make sure that scene wouldn’t become gossip material to the other players. He couldn’t have fought so hard to keep his status a secret only to be the target of homosexual rumors. God, he needed to keep his distance from Rozanov. Tying one of his shoes he saw the russian arrive in the lockers with a towel hanging low from his waist, making the happy trail very prominent. He was nothing but a tease. “Look,” Shane started, “We can… Let’s pretend that never happened, okay?” “Is this what you want?” It took a bit for Shane to be able to form words. “Yeah. I mean… yes. Of course.” “You’re such a bad liar” Rozanov scoffed, standing right in front of Shane. “What’s your room number?” “1410.” Just like in the showers, his impulses talked louder, answering before even registering what that implied. The russian smirked, one side of his mouth twitching up. “So, if I knock on the door of room 1410 tonight… maybe around nine?” “I might open the door.” Rozanov smiled more broadly. “I might knock.”

Chapter End Notes

Ha! Ending on a big anticipation. I already have the other two chapters planned out, so the next one will be out by friday (26th of december). Also, chapter two and three have more divergences from the canon material because of the omegaverse lens, so don't give up on me because there'll be new and exciting things! Still, if you're already reading this story, a comment and kudos would be great fuel to me! Hope you've enjoyed so far, and see you in the next chapter.

Chapter 2: Proposals

Chapter Summary Panting, they separated mouths and Shane didn’t waste a second before turning his focus to Rozanov’s inviting neck. He was acting upon his wishes in such an immediate way that he couldn’t be bothered to spend a single moment questioning himself on what the scent etiquette was. He wanted to lick Rozanov’s neck since last year, and now with the perfect opportunity he wouldn’t pass the chance. His movements were fast, frantic, not getting enough of the liquor scent, now tinged with a spiciness that made him even crazier. Initially he just nosed along the throat until the collarbone, feeling dazed. Upon hearing a moan from the alpha he got bolder, licking broad stripes, never sticking in just one place. He didn’t know if it was gross, but the little bit of sweat he had tasted divine. “Wow, such a hungry beta,” Rozanov said, his voice raspy, “it seems like you wanna scent me” he laughed a little.

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I said the chapter would be out in the 26th, but I couldn't stop writing so my christmas gift is coming early! Thank you so much for the comments in the first chapter, I hope you like this one too. See the end of the chapter for more notes In his hotel room Shane was pacing back and forth. That wasn’t just a bad idea, it was the worst possible one. What did he even think it’d result in inviting Ilya fucking Rozanov to his room in the first place? Was he being scent manipulated to say things he didn’t want? He knew that was not how these things worked, but he needed someone to blame for his absolute lack of impulse control. It didn’t matter how great his ass was or how the liquor aroma made his mouth water, there was a reason this shouldn’t happen bigger than whatever his body reacted to in the two instances he had of proximity to the alpha. Whilst nervously messing with his straight hair looking in the mirror he recounted the blocker steps he had made since showering: cream in his wrists and neck, spray under the armpits and behind the knees, pill swallowed along with his vitamins. There was not even the slightest hint of his own scent in his body or clothes, there couldn’t be. With horror, he realized that he didn’t have any blockers in his groin. Well, he never had to, up until now. He dropped his pajama pants and underwear in one go, looking at his own body as if it was an alien creature. Shane didn’t shy away from jerking off and doing things in his backside every now and then, even if it wasn’t common, specially because if he didn’t do it himself there wouldn’t be anyone willing. Or, better to rephrase that, there would be people willing, but none of them were interesting to Shane, and besides he didn’t think they’d satisfy his needs. There was no use in having sex if it was to maintain a facade he wore every day, so all his fleeting encounters didn’t go beyond second base. He felt awfully naive not knowing what exactly was going to happen when Rozanov crossed through the door. Would they just get on with things immediately? Would they talk about anything? Hollander was starting to think he wasn’t fit for this gay shit. Deciding to ignore the insecurities, he grabbed the cream blocker and spread in the inside part of his things, close to his groin and balls. The sensation was weirdly refreshing, like those menthol toothpastes, and he waited for a couple of minutes for the cream to be absorbed. He considered wearing the cream on his butt, but he didn’t remember if there were any adverse reactions in such a sensitive area. Better not to get a rash that would require him to go to a doctor. The moment he put on his pants again he heard a loud knock on the door. Nervous, he hid the cream and took a last look around the room to check if there was anything that could give him away. His natural aloe vera scent could be felt in the bedsheets, but it was so tame and mild that it passed as a fabric softener. With nothing to postpone the inevitable, he opened the door, letting Rozanov in. He looked ready to eat. The alpha had a dark shirt that accentuated all the great muscles in his torso, paired with light washed jeans. His curls, that were usually messy companions, now were combed and styled. Shane felt out of place with his Voyagers shirt and navy blue pajama pants. He really wasn’t cut out for this gay shit. He didn’t even know what to wear when hooking up. “Thought you might have chickened out,” as always, Rozanov was nothing but blunt. “No, not… I was just getting everything ready.” Shane answered with less certainty than he wanted to. God, Rozanov will think I’m a fool. “Ready for me?” The sly half smile that suited the alpha so much appeared, followed by said man getting one step closer to Shane, that was standing close to one of the walls. “Yes.” the quick response now couldn’t be attributed to being scent-drunk, because he was getting only a little bit of liquor in his nostrils with the distance they still had. Shane was beginning to realize he could never deny the alpha. Happy with the response, Rozanov stopped smiling whilst stepping closer to Hollander, pressing his back onto the wall, hands on his chin and shoulder. The first kiss was already intense, like all the other actions of the alpha. His soft lips slid between Shane’s surprised ones, the shock of their contact making him gasp, parting open his own lips. Without preamble the russian got his tongue in the other’s mouth, tasting Hollander for the first time. Past the initial surprise, Shane took notice of how delicious the liquor scent was, now that he was so close to the man. He didn’t know if it was his overwhelmed senses playing tricks on him, but he could bet he tasted liquor in their kiss. His hands threaded Rozanov’s curls, killing the curiosity he always had about his hair. They were touching in so many places, torsos, faces, thighs, that it seemed that the little space in the wall was the most electrifying spot in the whole world. Panting, they separated mouths and Shane didn’t waste a second before turning his focus to Rozanov’s inviting neck. He was acting upon his wishes in such an immediate way that he couldn’t be bothered to spend a single moment questioning himself on what the scent etiquette was. He wanted to lick Rozanov’s neck since last year, and now with the perfect opportunity he wouldn’t pass the chance. His movements were fast, frantic, not getting enough of the liquor scent, now tinged with a spiciness that made him even crazier. Initially he just nosed along the throat until the collarbone, feeling dazed. Upon hearing a moan from the alpha he got bolder, licking broad stripes, never sticking in just one place. He didn’t know if it was gross, but the little bit of sweat he had tasted divine. “Wow, such a hungry beta,” Rozanov said, his voice raspy, “it seems like you wanna scent me” he laughed a little. Not catching up quite the meaning of the words, Shane would be happy to continue as is, but the alpha put one of his hands on the back of his neck, pressing warningly. That made him pay attention, frozen in the middle of a kiss to the alpha’s shoulder. Shane got worried that he did something wrong and this moment would be over, but Rozanov just tilted his head back, now being the one to explore his neck. The omega didn’t know if the cream blockers left any taste behind when he applied, but that didn’t seem to be a concern to Rozanov. Similar to how it was done on his neck, the russian nosed, licked and kissed the unmarked skin. In one moment he even bit lightly under his jawline. Shane suddenly wanted a hickey to bloom, even if it would be a pain in the ass to cover. Talking about said ass, Rozanov sneaked his big hands to his backside, squeezing it. Oh, that was never done before. Hollander was so lost in the sensations of the scenting that he only realized he had an erection when the alpha pressed one of his legs between his own. Wow, the feeling he had when he kissed a couple of beta girls before couldn’t even compare to what Rozanov was eliciting in him. He was desperate to feel even more of Rozanov, so he pressed one of his hands in the bulge of the russian’s jeans, giving a bit of pressure. The alpha detached from his neck, opting to instead bite his lobe, groaning into Shane’s ear. He made quick work of opening up Rozanov’s fly and sneaking a hand under the cotton underwear. Shit, he was so hot. With a few tugs of his hand and more groans in his ear, he was desperate to feel Ilya in his tongue. Shane rotated them, pressing Rozanov in the wall whilst he got on his knees. As much as he was inexperienced, there seemed to have an instinct within himself that gave him confidence to explore the alpha’s body, and the exploration was now of his cock. There weren’t that many anatomical differences from his own, so he guessed the feeling would be also very familiar. He licked the tip, not sure in the first moment if he liked the salty taste. However, the concentrated liquor scent when he bobbed his head slightly, getting closer to Rozanov’s crotch, was definitely to his liking. Shane wasn’t sure how much time he passed in the activity, losing himself in how right it felt to have the alpha’s cock in his mouth, whilst the russian moaned unintelligible things in his native language. Only when Rozanov pulled his face away from his dick he realized a few tears had dropped. “Come here, don’t wanna cum just yet,” the russian said, pulling him up from the ground and guiding their intertwined bodies to the bed. Rozanov sat on the bed, black shirt riding up until the middle of his stomach, jeans and underwear already open and below the waist. His curls were all wild, courtesy of the restless hands of his companion. Without pheromones up his face, Shane felt a bit dislocated. He didn’t know how to maintain the mood and any idea of being sexy was quickly shut down for he knew he would make a fool of himself. Like right now that he was standing completely still in front of a sitting Rozanov. “I want to see you,” the russian said. “You’ve seen me in the showers.” “It wasn’t enough.” Sensing the hesitancy from Shane, Rozanov started taking his own clothes, which prompted the canadian to do the same. Relaxed again, in no time they were making out again in an even more maddening kiss, Shane on top of Rozanov, the skin on skin contact making the omega lose his mind more and more. With a strong hold the alpha switched their positions, Shane now the one laying down, Rozanov holding both of his hands above his head and trailing kisses down his neck and torso. He bit one of his nipples and the omega didn’t even know he was that sensitive there. Another uncharted territory for him was receiving head, and Rozanov clearly planned on doing so. Usually betas and omegas were portrayed in sex like submissive and fragile, made to give the alpha pleasure but not take it. It felt taboo in and of itself to have an alpha sucking his dick, because that show of submissiveness was heavily frowned upon. Maybe Ilya didn’t believe it or he just didn’t care, because when he pressed his lips to the tip of Shane’s erection he groaned in relief. His eyes closed and it seemed like he was waiting a long time to do that. He licked from the base to the tip, one of his hands massaging his balls, whilst the other stroked what didn’t fit in his mouth. He sucked and twirled his tongue in the hot erection, making the omega see stars. The russian’s skillful mouth gave Shane no other choice than to reach an orgasm embarrassingly fast. “Fuck, sorry, I…” he gasped in the aftermath. “Never got head as good as mine?” Rozanov smirked, cleaning the bit of cum that escaped his mouth with his thumb. “Never got any head before.” Shane said, hiding his eyes behind his left arm. Seemingly very interested in the topic, the russian arose from his previous position between his legs, and now laid down on the mattress to his right. “Oh, so you’ve never fucked?” the alpha asked, blunt as always. Behind his arm Shane replied, “No… Never had time with all the hockey.” “Bullshit. All the players have time to get laid. We’d go bonkers if we didn’t.” “Yeah, I might’ve some time but… I never really wanted to. Seemed like too much of a hassle,” Shane confided. “Why? There are probably a lot of girls that would let you fuck them.” “Probably yes, but I never wanted to fuck them,” Shane stopped hiding and looked at Rozanov, that seemed very chill by his side, even if his dick was still hard. “Hm… Be glad you found me then.” His face was neutral and that made Shane laugh a bit. “So, have you been with other boys before?” Incredibly he was blushing for asking this question, not because of all the things they did before. “Hm… Maybe.” “C’mon, don’t be so difficult.” Ilya smiled a bit, “Yeah, with one boy. A beta that was the son of my russian coach.” It was unfathomable to Shane the idea of mixing sex and work like that. Well, maybe not so unfathomable considering the situation he was in at the moment. “Did you ever get caught?” he followed up, now lying on his side, facing Ilya. His left hand on one of the russian’s peck. Wow, they were firm. “No, we were very good at hiding,” the alpha answered, looking down at what Shane’s hand would do. “Besides, it didn’t happen too many times for it to be a problem. Just twice.” Already distracted from the conversation, Shane had changed his focus to the planes of Rozanov’s abdomen. Unlike him, the russian was hairy, specially in his chest and navel. His muscles were firm and defined the way it was expected of their profession. Still, the undeniable masculine features turned him on. That was uncharted territory too, because he never felt this attraction to any of his teammates before. Regularly he saw muscular men undressed but none of them awakened that type of desire. Ilya’s cock was still hard and swollen when Shane stroked lightly. They were both watching the canadian’s ministrations, half groans escaping Rozanov’s lips. He mimicked what Ilya did on his body, kissing from the throat down. He decided to test the waters by lightly biting the russian’s nipple, even if it wasn’t much of an alpha thing. Since he didn’t protest, the omega felt emboldened to explore a bit more. His mouth and hands touched all the places he was curious about, from the pecks to the abs, the waist and the happy trail pointing downwards. Shane nosed Ilya’s groin, becoming addicted to the powerful liquor scent there. When taking Rozanov’s cock in his mouth the omega tried to replicate what made the alpha’s blowjob so irresistible to him earlier. Despite his efforts, he knew it must’ve felt erratic and uncoordinated. His eagerness was paid off when Rozanov threaded his fingers into Shane’s hair, first pressing his head and then pulling in warning when he was about to orgasm. Shane watched with lustful eyes as the cum dripped in the russian’s navel and groin. He wiped his pointer finger in one of the splashes, tasted it and then made a face. That wasn’t good, definitely. Rozanov laughed at his reaction and tugged him up the bed to lazily make out while still coming down from the high. The rest of the evening was uneventful, both getting dressed and the alpha leaving short after. Alone again, Shane felt surprised of how much of the liquor scent was still present in his skin and the bedsheets. Even more surprising was that Shane didn’t want the scent to come off in the shower afterward. •────────• Hollander wasn’t knowledgeable in hooking up affairs, so he wasn’t so sure if this thing was a one time type of deal or if he was allowed to want for more. Their interactions on ice were the same as always, unfunny jokes from the russian and dismissal from his part, so he had no idea where they stood. Maybe he was too much that night and Rozanov might never want to see him outside of work related things. By the time they had two games between the Voyageurs and the Bears without any attempt of contact, he accepted that he only had one night to remember whenever he masturbated. That was something that changed, because not even in the height of his teenage years he had such a need for constant release, and every single time, without fail, he thought about Rozanov. Maybe Shane had been too close minded before, but he didn’t really pay too much attention to what his dick could make him feel. He was so certain omegas were supposed to only find pleasure through anal stimulation that when he tried and failed at getting any type of pleasure from that area he accepted he was indeed defective, and that he couldn’t feel sexual arousal like others. He had proof that wasn’t the case, considering how crazy he got when Rozanov pressed and kissed his body. Looking back he was so out of himself it was a bit jarring, he never considered it possible for him to lose control. Well, certainly the russian was a box full of surprises. His third game against the Bears was happier than the one before, winning by 4x2 in the Bears home ice, so his good mood translated in an even longer shower, meaning he was the last player to leave the arena since he still waited everyone to clean up before he hopped in. He was singing some tune from his workout playlist as he closed the visitors locker room door, almost jumping out of his own body when he saw Rozanov standing in one of the corners of the long hallway. “So your plan is to take out the Voyageurs center by heart attack? Didn’t know you were so foul.” he joked, walking closer to the man that was waiting for him. “It would be easier for an axe murderer to invade your long ass shower” the russian grumbled. “What are you doing tonight?” Shane’s eyes lit up, and he felt stupid for having that reaction. He hoped his face wasn’t so obvious when he answered “Sleeping. Have an early flight tomorrow to Dallas.” “Good, so drop by my condo later.” he proposed, not seeming to know the effect it had on Shane. “It’s too late, I have an early flight like I said.” he still protested, even if it sounded like a bullshit excuse to his own ears. “Well, you’ll have the whole flight to sleep” Rozanov smirked and put a piece of paper in the pocket of his Voyageurs hoodie. “I won’t wait long.” he whispered, leaving the doubtful man alone in the hallway. Even if he tried to deny it, it was obvious he would end up at the alpha’s door. It wasn’t wise, it was already after midnight, but he didn’t know when he would be able to be in the same city as Rozanov, specially because their in-division games were over for the regular season, without counting playoffs. That situation was not ideal, but he resigned to the decision he made and knocked on Ilya’s door. “Hollander.” the russian greeted, letting him in. Shane didn’t even get a moment to say something back and he was being pressed in the door. The alpha began frantically scenting him, something he hadn’t been able to identify in their first time, but now looking back he knows he did it then too. Shane was pretty sure it wasn’t very common to scent betas, especially because the scent never lasted long in the skin and was easily washed off, but he figured the alpha just had a liking to it. He certainly wouldn’t complain, not when him doing so made his head get all fuzzy, the strength of his legs non- existing, only standing because of the alpha’s hold. The scent-drunk feel made the next moments feel almost suspended in time: Rozanov littering kisses on his neck, Rozanov picking him up and heading to the bedroom, Roznaov laying him down on the bed, undressing him from head to toe. In his head, and probably on his voice, it was only Rozanov, Rozanov, Rozanov. Maybe it was the frustration of losing the last game they’d face off in the regular season that made the alpha press hard when holding his hips, or bite with more force his nipples. In any way, he was liking the manhandling. Suddenly he was lying face down on the bed, Rozanov glued from his back to his legs. It was supposed to be suffocating and maybe a little claustrophobic, but he just moaned in relief. The proposal was whispered in his ear. “Can I fuck you, Hollander?” the words were said very blankly, but he knew Rozanov’s state wasn’t so composed, because of the erection he was grinding in his lower back. A little bit of the madness of their encounter slipped from his mind, making him think more clear minded about what was being proposed. He figured the blockers he had on weren’t a problem since he didn’t catch any traces of aloe vera in their last encounter. But the thing with anal sex was that he didn’t know how much could leak with the strong scent and heat blockers he took. There was a possibility nothing would leak, like the previous times he tried to pleasure himself and failed. Still, it wasn’t zero the chance that his slick could be visible and lead to a very uncomfortable conversation. A career-threatening conversation. Seeing the hesitation, Rozanov asked again. “Hm, would you? I would make it very good for you.” he bit Shane’s lobe and ground more on his lower back. “Ahm… I don’t know,” he escaped the question a bit, “Not right now, there’s no time.” “Hm, so we leave it to next time.” “Next time?” Shane rotated his neck to see Rozanov’s eyes, they were serious like always. “Yeah, next time we meet.” calling an end to the conversation he kissed Shane’s lips and reached one of his hand down to catch the other’s erection. Some time later, after they were both coming down from their orgasms, Shane got back to overthinking about the proposal. It wasn’t really shocking considering they had gay sex twice, and that was a normal activity to do in such scenarios. He realized he wasn’t against experimenting it himself, specially considering he was liking a lot what he was doing with Ilya, but his horniness couldn’t outweigh his reason. He’d have to find how to do anal sex without any slick leaking. Maybe he needed to see a doctor. Lost in thoughts, Shane barely noticed when Rozanov asked for his phone. He looked at him quizzically, but got up the bed to catch it in the pocket of his jeans, that were on the floor. “Now go grab mine.” Rozanov demanded, while he was typing something on his phone. When they switched devices Hollander saw a new contact named “Lily”. He laughed lightly at the cover-up. “So what should my name be in yours?” he questioned when adding his own phone number to Ilya’s contacts. “I don’t know, something boring like you. Jane.” Even if it was a jab, Shane did put the contact name as “Jane”, and returned Rozanov’s phone. “Now, when we’re on the same city I don’t need to wait for you like a spirit in the arena.” With the promise of a next time and a lot to think about, Shane got dressed up, said a hurried goodbye, and left Rozanov, uncertain when he’d be able to have that again. He smiled with the text he immediately received. Lily: Hey hottie. Can’t wait to see you and your ass next time.

Chapter End Notes

So... What are your thoughts? I like this omega Shane Hollander the more I write him. Well, I certainly won't be able to finish the last chapter in time for the 26th, so happy end of season one to everyone! I promise to post the final chapter until the 28th. Kudos and comments are heavily appreciated! PS: We'll have Ilya's POV next...

Chapter 3: Revelations

Chapter Summary That night was going even better than he was expecting, especially because he imagined at one point to need to calm down the nerves of the beta, but it seemed he was enjoying it as much as he was. His self gloating came to a halt when he felt something weird. When entering one more digit in Shane, Ilya felt his hand get wetter. What the hell? How could there be more lube if he didn’t use it yet? He took his fingers out and examined the substance that coated them. It was definitely slick. With wide eyes he looked at Hollander’s face, who had his eyes closed and mouth open, whining in protest to the lack of stimulus. Shit. Had he just found out Shane’s an omega?

Chapter Notes

I promised to post this on the 28th, but I just got to writing in the last two days. Thanks again for the comments in the last chapter! Hope you like this chapter from Ilya's POV. See the end of the chapter for more notes Next time, Rozanov thought, was taking too fucking long. After exchanging numbers their meetups got easier, because they didn’t need to personally meet to make the arrangements, but somehow got more hurried. Whenever he texted Hollander he only got to quickly make out, exchange hand jobs or sometimes a blowjob, before the canadian was waltzing out of the room. He thought that the more they saw each other their talking would also get better, but apparently Hollander was set on making their encounters as short as possible. They didn’t have any sort of official arrangement, but that felt very close to being used. Even though he was accustomed to casual sex, that didn’t make it sting any less, because he wasn’t the one quickly leaving, but the one laying in bed still catching his breath while he watched that cute ass wander off the hotel room. Holding a thought for himself wasn’t so much in his personality, so he decided that he’d need to extract it out of the beta in the middle of sex. He was pressing Hollander’s body to the wall, kissing from his shoulders to his neck, and stopped just below his ear when he started talking, “Why are you running away from me, huh?” The body in front of him froze for one second, “What? How? I’m literally right here.” “Yeah, but the moment I stop kissing you, you’ll be out the door. So my question stands.” He got no response in the first few seconds, and wanting to give Shane some time to think he just kept nosing the side of his neck. “I’m not running, it’s just…” his train of thought was interrupted by the bite Rozanov gave in the hollow of his throat, as a warning. “I’ve thought about the proposal you made some time ago.” That made him perk up, finally something Ilya could work with. The problem was he didn’t even remember what proposal it was, since he didn’t recall asking something the last like ten times they met. Confused, he moved away from Shane’s neck and looked in his eyes, that in turn were cast downwards. “About you, hm, fucking me.” the canadian clarified. “Oh, that was like over a year ago. Didn’t know you were still thinking about it.” “Yeah, I do.” Shane looked in his eyes but turned away quickly, embarrassed. “You know I won’t force you if you stay after, right?” the idea that Hollander could take him as a sex freak with no regards for consent hurt. “No, no, that’s not… I don’t think you’ll force me,” he stumbled out the words after seeing the hurt in Ilya’s face, “I’m more… afraid you’ll ask me again.” “But if you say no again I won’t force you. Do you even want to do this?” Ilya took a couple of steps back, distancing himself from Shane, mad and hurt because his desires clearly were creeping the other man. “Yes! Oh fuck, I’m doing this all wrong,” Shane reached out for the russian, but said man looked away and refused to touch Shane back. “I’m afraid if you ask me again I’ll say yes.” Ilya looked at his face, “You’re making no sense. If I ask, and you want, what’s the problem?” “It’s just… We don’t have anything prepared.” “You know I’ve got lube, right?” “Not like that!” Shane for some reason started blushing. “...So you want to prepare? What, do you want us to make an appointment in the calendar?” the idea was thrown haphazardly, but Shane seemed to stop and think about it. “Yes, that could be a good idea.” Rozanov laughed, “How do I put it? ‘Anal Event’?” seeing the way Shane’s face fell he retracted, holding the man’s face with both of his hands. “Sorry, I was being an ass. We can schedule it. To when?” “It can be for our next game, it’ll be in Montreal next month.” Shane answered in a low voice. “Okay. Great! We’ll have our sex event next month, I’ll mark with red in my calendar.” he still thought it was funny, but went along with it because he saw how Hollander’s shoulders sagged in relief. That was really weighing him down, it seems. They resumed their kissing, now taking off the clothes they still had. “Now you don’t need to sprint out of here, okay?” Rozanov said between kisses, and received a grunt in return. The rest of the evening went similar to all the ones before, but Hollander didn't run away straight after. •────────• The address Jane had sent him was of a three-story building. In the ground floor there was a flower shop, closed for the night since it was already 11pm. In the middle no lights were turned, leaving the top floor as the probable place they’d meet. He texted Jane saying he arrived and immediately heard the sound of the automatic lock opening. Ilya mindlessly went up the stairs, catching the sight of Shane in the doorway of the top floor. He was wearing plain pajama bottoms and a Voyagers shirt, finishing the look with some comfortable looking slippers. It wasn’t the fanciest he could look, and Ilya knew very well from the years they attended the same galas, but that homey outfit made him feel giddy. It’d be the first time he visited Shane’s house and saw him in his element. With a smile on his face, Ilya approached the beta, “Is this the annual anal event?” Shane burst out laughing, “Annual? Who said it’s only once a year?” Ilya got closer and kissed his lips, still smiling. “Glad to know it’ll be recurring.” “Wow, fancy word,” Shane made fun, “Come on in, I’ll show you around.” The entrance was still under construction, it seemed, a lot of stairs and paint cans scattered where it would be the living room. The kitchen wasn’t fully done, Hollander informed, but could be used already. Both of them almost tripped one paint roller that was scattered in the hallway to the balcony, Shane guiding Ilya by the hand in the house tour. Their hands kept locked while they were seeing the view. It was in a nice place of the town, but distant from the bustling city center. There were no skyscrapers close, making the three- stories look almost gigantic near the other houses and shops. “I’m still renovating the space,” Shane answered after Ilya asked him if he lived there. “I have an apartment downtown, that’s where I usually stay when I’m not travelling. But the sounds are too loud, I’d rather this quiet.” Ilya figured he also liked it, even if he also lived in an apartment in the busiest part of Boston. The tour ended in the master bedroom, the only one finished, Hollander said. It was exactly ass Ilya imagined, a king-size bed with gray sheets, two bedside tables on the sides and a walk-in closet. The rest of the room was clean, but empty. “Are you a minimalist?” Ilya asked bluntly. “No, I just haven’t hired anyone to fill the space with decorations,” Shane defended. “Do you need a professional to decorate your room?” “Got any suggestions, Mr. Know-it-all?” “Yeah, two rings on the ceiling to tie you up,” he diverted the conversation back to sex. Shane blushed, “Well, that’s a little too forward, don’t you think? We still didn’t fuck.” Ilya walked up to his space seductively, “Yeah, I’m making sure that changes tonight.” The laughter died down quickly once they started kissing. Interestingly the small tour and mindless chatter didn’t dim down the want inside of Ilya. The alpha tended to feel more at ease when they hooked up in his hotel rooms because he was very territorial and wanted his sexual partners to be engulfed in his scent from the moment they walked in. However, in this arrangement he felt that he didn’t mind fucking in Shane’s place. The room had a faint scent of aloe vera, which was probably from his laundry detergent, and he felt good thinking the beta had picked a nice scent to put on the sheets of their bed that night. Knowing Hollander’s mannerisms for over a year he knew the beta could get too much in his own head, preventing him from fully enjoying what they were doing, so he needed to make sure no other thought went through Shane’s mind that didn’t sound like his own name. He picked up Shane as if he weighed nothing, enjoying the gasp that made the beta separate their mouths. He squeezed his ass just for good measure, before dropping him carefully on the mountain of pillows close to the headboard. The beta looked at him expectantly as he watched Ilya shed every layer of fabric. Instead of dropping them on the floor he decided to scatter them along the bed, not in their way but close enough that his scent could penetrate the sheets. He put his jacket at the right of Shane’s feet, his sweater to the left, his pants on one side and his shirt close to his shoulders. As he took off his underwear he eyed the beta, saw his hungry gaze and decided to leave the piece of clothing right beside his face, in one of the many pillows. The reaction was instant, the deep breaths Shane was doing turned frantic, the beta craning his neck to get more of the alpha’s liquor aroma. Hollander’s scent craze was something truly remarkable, Ilya had never seen a beta so hungry for it. Rozanov knew he could be a knothead at times, scenting too much his beta partners, but he stopped once he sensed they got annoyed or bored with it. Shane was a different type, because he often initiated scenting on the alpha, even if nothing was left behind, and thoroughly enjoyed when Ilya did the same. Knowing they both had a free morning the next day, Ilya decided to take his time and make it so worthwhile to Shane that he’d consider having this event more often. He knew penetration wasn’t the end all be all of good sex, but it was a great part of it that he wanted to share with the pretty canadian. Starting from the feet up, Ilya meticulously scented with the glands on his wrist Shane’s calves, behind the knees, bunching up the fabric of the pants on his way. After the hands, his mouth followed the same path, mapping the muscles of the strong legs. When the fabric got in the way of pressing kisses to Hollander’s inner thighs he quickly took them off, the piece of clothing landing close to his sweater in the bedsheets. Shane opened his thighs even wider, welcoming the caresses of the alpha. As much as he wanted to take the beta’s cock in his mouth, he knew it'd be better to rile him up more, so he ignored the underwear he still had on and went up to his abdomen. With fake annoyance he took off the Voyagers shirt much faster than he did the pants, earning a small laugh from the man below. His hands and mouth explored the whole expense of his abdomen, chest and shoulders. Ilya kissed one of his nipples, pleased with the moan he received in return. The strong, powerful arms of the beta were laying by his side, and both were worshiped as well. Ilya figured his territorial side was even more pronounced when he nosed Shane’s armpit, which probably tickled him, resulting in another laugh. Done with the other parts of his body, now it was time for Ilya’s favorite, the neck. Every bit of it was delicious for the alpha, from the hollow of the throat, the Adam’s apple, the strong jawline. He almost wished he could feel some scent coming out of the gland that would be located in the junction with the shoulder. From how thorough he was, Ilya was sure he would end up drenched in scent as well, which was one of his favorite things to do with omegas. Ilya knew he was taking his time, but Shane was even quieter than usual. His body was lax in the bed and when the alpha looked at his face it seemed dazed, pupils blown wide and mouth partially open, breathing out the tiniest of whines. That was precisely the alpha’s plan, to leave the beta so relaxed he wouldn’t get anxious over their next steps. Not wanting to disturb the peace of the moment, Ilya quietly dropped kisses down the beta’s neck, sternum, abdomen and pelvis. He saw the goosebumps it elicited and wanted to cause even more of those to the beta. When he took off the last layer separating him from Shane’s groin he saw a wet patch. Here he was thinking that he’d need to prepare the beta, but maybe that’s what he meant when he said he wanted to prepare for this encounter. Perhaps Shane used the same fabric softener from the sheets in his underwear because the aloe vera aroma was even stronger there. Since the beta was still relaxed and dazed in the bed he decided against flipping his position, even if he was dying to see Shane with his ass up. One of his hands stroked his partner’s erection whilst the other went to massage the lubed up hole. Feeling no resistance he got a bit surprised, because from the scared reaction the beta had previously he didn’t think he would do such a good job opening himself. The coordinated movements of the hand on his cock and the finger on his ass made Shane louder, his legs opening up more for Ilya. That night was going even better than he was expecting, especially because he imagined at one point to need to calm down the nerves of the beta, but it seemed he was enjoying it as much as he was. His self gloating came to a halt when he felt something weird. When entering one more digit in Shane, Ilya felt his hand get wetter. What the hell? How could there be more lube if he didn’t use it yet? He took his fingers out and examined the substance that coated them. It was definitely slick. With wide eyes he looked at Hollander’s face, who had his eyes closed and mouth open, whining in protest to the lack of stimulus. Shit. Had he just found out Shane’s an omega? Not wanting to start a conversation at that moment, Ilya went back to the task of opening up Shane, leaving him more time to think. Of course Shane knew he was an omega, that couldn’t be something you found out after adulthood. Now, adding up that fact it made more sense the aloe vera scent in the bedsheets and in his underwear. That was him, his scent. Fuck, Ilya was getting light-headed. The realization that his professional rival with benefits was no beta, but actually an omega shouldn’t be so irresistible. He wanted to lick his slick straight from the source, but was fearful that sudden movement would interrupt the peaceful state Shane was in. Ilya was pretty sure the moment he realized his secret was out, the mood would change dramatically. Deciding to savor it while it lasts, Ilya reached out to the bedside table and picked up a condom. He already wore it usually, but the not so distant idea that Shane could get pregnant without it made it even more indispensable. The omega opened his eyes upon hearing the rustling of the sheets, looking curiously at how the alpha was putting the protection and positioning himself again between his legs. Ilya had never been someone’s first, as far as he knew, but he didn’t want Shane to have that night as a bad experience. Regardless of whether their encounters would stop after that, he wanted the canadian to at least remember it positively. With the realization that might be the last time he can have Shane like that, he bent down to touch his forehead with the omega’s. Kissing him as a distraction to the discomfort, Ilya penetrated Shane for the first time. That part would hurt, so he redirected kisses to the omega’s cheeks, eyelids and forehead. It’d be so good to smell aloe vera there, but now he figured there were some blockers in place. Still, his alpha instincts made him seek for the reassurance in his partner's smell. His kisses along Shane’s face and neck continued as he swayed his hips, increasing the rhythm. He started hearing moans, now of pleasure, and his mind went overdrive. Beneath him was the man he hooked up in secret for more than a year, which would be enough time for the novelty to wear off, but he just got more addicted to Shane’s presence in his life. Still, that same man had kept his status a secret from him for all this time, and he probably had good reason to do it, but it didn’t sting any less how he could have this, unhurried amazing sex, sharing each other’s scent, before. His movements were getting frantic, influenced by the high pitch sounds Shane was making. He raised his head to look into his partner’s eye, seeing such raw lust that he was sure was mimicked in his own gaze. He was sure he’d lose his mind the moment he heard the first alpha leaving Shane’s lips, and all the others that followed. Oh, that omega was going to be the death of him. Ilya could hear the sound of the impact between their bodies, and his mind couldn’t stop thinking how he’d have his scent in his groin when it ended. Bothered by the idea it could be a once in a lifetime experience he buried his head in the crook of Shane’s neck, held one of his legs and with the other cradled the other’s hair. He needed to remember all those sensations, in case he could never touch him again. The omega seemed to enjoy the proximity, because his arms encircled the alpha’s back, one trailing to his nape and the other touching his spine, from the hips to the shoulders. They were so entangled that it was difficult to understand where one began and the other ended, intertwined in their lust and connection. Ilya thought he’d need to touch Shane’s dick to get him to cum, but apparently the omega was on edge just like himself. Being so close to his body Ilya could feel each reaction, the tightening of his muscles, the arch of his back, the way he presented more of his neck, the strong hold of his legs on Ilya’s hips. Shane’s orgasm rippled in waves, the sound of his moans increasing in each of them. His face was mesmerizing, eyes tightened shut, tears flowing from them, mouth open letting Ilya know how good he felt. That was the trigger needed for the alpha to also reach his climax, filling the condom as he held Shane even closer, wanting to fuse their bodies as one. These reactions were as intense as they were unknown, no other partner Ilya ever had got him in such a state. As not to crush the omega, Ilya switched their positions, letting Shane laying on top of him as they regained their breath. If it was any other situation he’d wait just long enough not to be a dick, get up, clean them both and return to his hotel. He saw himself wanting to do none of that, so he just held Shane for as long as he’d allow it, because there was a non-zero percent chance he’d be kicked out anyway. Looking at the ceiling as a way to avoid looking at Shane like a creep, he saw glow in the dark stars glued in various positions. Some stars were bigger than others, but they seemed to follow some pattern, maybe it was a constellation. He laughed a bit about it. “What you’re laughing about?” Shane asked, his voice still a bit slurred. “That you don’t have any furniture but there are stars in the ceiling. No place for the rings I mentioned.” “I sleep better with them.” the omega murmured defensively. “Afraid of the dark?” “Not so much. I guess I feel weird when I sleep here because I’m the only one in the building. It’s a bit lonely. The stars help.” Shane now was looking up from his place at the alpha’s chest. “A lot of words, so you’re back. You were pretty out of it,” Ilya pointed out about the dazed state Shane was in. “Yeah, sorry… I think your scent really knocked me out,” he replied shyly, “I guess I was not much of a helper.” “Sex is not about helping, it’s about feeling good, and it seems you were doing that just fine,” the alpha gave a small smile. “Let me pick something to clean us up before we shower,” Shane arose from his position in bed to reach for the bedside table, reaching for wipes in the drawer. “Wait… You didn’t use lube?” he asked upon seeing the container still in the drawer. “No. It wasn’t needed.” Ilya kept it short and waited quietly whilst the gears in the omega’s head did the math. Shane got a panicked face as he looked down at his body as if he’d never seen it before. With one wipe he cleaned his lower region and seemed even more shocked with the result. “I didn’t know… that could happen,” he said lowly. “You didn’t know about slick?” the alpha questioned, now not being so out of the pocket the probability Shane actually didn’t know about his status. “No I… I knew that in theory that could leak, but it just… Never happened before. I thought it’d never occur.” Shane sat with his back to the headboard, using the bedsheets to hide his own body, only the shoulders and head out of the protective cocoon. “You know that it’s not a problem right?” Ilya gently asked, sensing they were not only talking about slick. “Of course it is.” Shane replied quickly, now with tears gathering in his eyes. That mindset wouldn’t work. Ilya also sat up the headboard and engulfed the omega in a hug, holding his cocooned body that was trembling slightly. “This is not a problem. We had a good time, didn’t we?” even though his words were meant to soothe, he felt Shane start to hyperventilate. “You won’t tell anybody right?” he was hugging himself under the sheets and looking at the clothes still scattered around the bed. “Of course not. Like I didn’t tell anybody about what we’re doing already.” “Because… Because my career will be over if you tell anyone that. Shit, I shouldn’t have let this get this far.” Shane hid his face from the alpha, and he imagined it was because he started crying. “Shane, I know we’re on rival teams but this will never leave this room, okay? I won’t tell about your status.” He tightened his arms around the still trembling omega, “But if I may ask, how did you manage to hide it for so long?” Ilya could see the hesitance Shane felt about opening up, but he managed to start talking, his head still partially hidden from the alpha’s sight. “I presented late, like at eight years old, and my parents felt it was better to hide it, otherwise I wouldn’t be picked by scouts to play hockey,” he paused for a second, “Since that age I use different types of blockers to prevent my scent to be noticeable, also to never have a heat because that would mess up with the schedule of the games.” “Wait, you never had a heat? How?” Ilya asked, surprised. “I think it’s because of the pills I take alongside the creams and sprays that never made my… omega side awaken. I mean, until just now I thought I couldn’t even produce slick, I even went to my doctor to confirm that.” “Wait, so this was the reason you wanted to schedule this?” “Yes…” Shane took his head out of the place he was hiding, getting his back straighter and resting on the alpha’s arm. “I had tried to do things to myself before, but no slick came out, so I went to my doctor, the only one I trust to know about my status, and he said probably it was something genetic. That it might be the reason I didn’t feel sexual arousal like others.” “Wait, but you’ve been aroused from the first time we hooked up” the alpha remembered. “Yeah, well… You’re the only exception to my theories. I don’t know what happens to me.” Shane turned his face to look at Ilya’s side profile, and he was smiling smugly. “Yeah, I’m irresistible. Even your omega knows.” Upon hearing the word used by the alpha for the first time Shane relaxed a bit. “As if I don’t see your crazy scenting every time we meet. You’re not so chill too.” “Of course not. Here I was thinking I only wanted to scent you so all your shit teammates could sense from a mile away, but now I also want to carry your fucking scent too.” Ilya spoke in a casual manner, but he knew that, below the joke, there was real desire. He looked at the omega that was resting in his arms, much calmer than before. “I barely know how my scent is like.” “Well, so we better find out pretty soon because I don’t want you to use these blockers when you’re mine again. This shit stinks.” “No it doesn’t,” Shane laughed. “Now that I’ve felt your scent, it does. Almost licked your hole before by how crazy I was with it, but didn’t want to scare you.” he smirked with a promising smile. Shane blushed deeply, leaving his cheekbones even more inviting to bite, which is exactly what Ilya did. They both went to shower between kisses and light conversation. That talk didn’t erase the fears Shane probably still had, specially regarding Ilya’s promise of secrecy, but the russian knew that level of trust would be built with time. For now, he was glad Shane didn’t shut him out of this part of his life, which had to mean something considering he was maybe the only person to know about it, other than his parents and doctor. Looking back he thinks it’s foolish how he didn’t figure out sooner: the way he got scent- drunk, his eagerness to scent Ilya himself and be scented by him too, his easy submission. The behaviors were not only from Shane, Ilya knew. Even without rationally identifying the aloe vera scent in the room was from the omega, his instincts made him spread his clothes as if it was a nest. They were both very innocent about the whole ordeal. Watching the men he thought he knew soaping his body in the shower Ilya was taken aback with how much he admired him. He had this big secret that could change how everyone treated him, and he still persevered to be one of the best, if not the best, hockey player in the MLH. Hollander was still new to his desire and his body’s reactions to it, and Ilya was more than willing to be a part of that too. He approached Shane and hugged him from behind as he let the ideas of what their future could be cloud his mind.

Chapter End Notes

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