Rating:

Explicit

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No Archive Warnings Apply

Category:

M/M

Fandoms:

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

Relationships:

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Shane Hollander & Hayden Pike, Hayden Pike & Ilya Rozanov, Hayden Pike/Jackie Pike

Characters:

Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, Hayden Pike, Jackie Pike

Additional Tags:

Established Relationship, Married Life, Possessive Ilya Rozanov, Jealous Ilya Rozanov, Beautiful Shane Hollander, Threesome - M/M/M, but barely, Exhibitionism, Exhibitionist Shane Hollander, Voyeurism, Blow Jobs, Hayden is bi for Shane, Hayden keeps his hands behind his back, No cheating, Oral Sex, Semi-Public Sex

Language:

English

Series:

Part 3 of “I would never stop showing you off,” Ilya said. “If I could.”

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Fulfill A Crave-ing, HR hot

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Published: 2025-12-23 Words: 9,568 Chapters: 1/1

The Provocateur

Summary

“I got the feeling you were kind of… jealous. Of Hayden. After what happened last time. With me touching him. So I was wondering why you… y'know. Encouraged him. To do that. To me.”

Ilya ran a hand through Shane's glossy hair, considering his answer. “Remember that time in your trophy room?”

How Shane immediately turned red was answer enough. 

“I felt like I was fucking a king. I felt powerful,” Ilya continued. “And to see someone getting on their knees for you… It makes me feel the same way.”

Or: The Pikes visit the Hollander-Rozanov cottage. Ilya is a little jealous. Then he's not.

Notes

For the prompt: Anything with Ilya and Hayden.

I meant for this to be something else entirely but this was the story that wanted to come out.

Thank you shanehollandertwentyfour, canadianwolfbird and Erisenyo for your encouragement and beta reading! You have my endless love and kisses.

And thank YOU reader, for being here. This is the last part of this story, so if you haven't already, I recommend reading parts one and two first. Otherwise, enjoy!

Shane had been talking to Hayden for a very long time, Ilya realized as he absently checked his phone.

It always seemed to be that way when Hayden called. The guy had so many children, and so much to say about each of them. Ilya supposed it was better than having nothing to say about them at all. But Hayden would usually just go on and on, even when Shane was obviously  losing interest in the conversation. And then Jackie would come on the line, wanting to say her pieces, and by the time it was all finished the supposedly short phone call (“I’ll be ten minutes, I swear,” Shane had said as he got up from where he he had been snuggling with Ilya on the couch. Ilya had snorted in disbelief.) usually turned into thirty minutes or more. 

Ilya absently checked his own phone, first scrolling through his public social media accounts before moving into his personal ones. He sent a few texts, including getting back to Svetlana, and deleted a few emails before letting his head fall against the back of the couch. Shane really was taking a long time. Perhaps it was time to investigate. 

Pulling himself off the couch, Ilya stretched his neck first one way and then the other before heading to the muffled sound of Shane’s voice. He seemed to be in the office, which was surprising. He usually took calls out on the cabin deck during the summer. 

Ilya stopped at the office door. Shane was on the computer he had set up there, another rare sight. He had his cell phone tucked against his ear with his shoulder while he navigated around the screen.

“Are you sure these are the best deals?” Shane was saying into the phone. There was a muffled reply and Shane laughed before listening again.

“And you say this place is pretty exclusive?” he said, scrolling through the website menus. “There won’t be like… fans roaming around?”

Ilya’s curiosity was piqued now, and he took a closer look at the screen. Shane was looking at a fancy looking all-inclusive resort. Very high-end, by the appearance of the photos. Shane spotted Ilya looking over his shoulder and grimaced at him. 

“Okay, Hayds, I gotta go.” A pause. “Yeah, I’ll text you and let you know.” Another pause, longer. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I won’t forget. Okay. Bye.”

Hanging up the call, Shane spun his chair to face Ilya fully. 

“That was Hayden,” Shane said. 

Ilya leveled him with a look. “Da. I know.”

Shane then seemed to almost… squirm uncomfortably in his chair. His eyes flew to Ilya, and then to the side. 

Ilya waited. Shane broke almost immediately. 

“He’s organizing a trip to Cancun with JJ and a couple of the other guys. He was wondering if I wanted to come,” Shane said. He hesitated. “He thought it might be good for me to… get my mind off things.”

Ilya understood the unspoken part. Get his mind off things, indeed. Get his mind off the Centaur’s playoff run, he meant. They had lost in game six, coming away in second place. Shane had taken the defeat particularly hard. He had wanted to start his career with the Centaurs in a certain way, and hadn’t reached the incredibly high standard he had set for himself. Ilya knew he was still beating himself up over it.

“What other guys?” he asked instead of touching on that particular topic. Shane knew what question he was really asking. 

“No one from the Voyageurs,” Shane said, the distaste of what had happened between him and his teammates still obvious in the twist of his mouth. “But a couple guys we’ve all kinda always been friends with.”

“Okay,” said Ilya. He could see Shane tapping a finger nervously against the arm of the desk chair. He waited again.

“And it’d be a no wives, well, no like, spouses sort of thing,” Shane said. “No husbands.”

Ilya looked away. “Sounds like it would be very boring,” he said shortly. He didn’t like this feeling that was crawling up his spine. Didn’t like the heat that was burning in his chest. “When are you going?”

“Well, I wanted to talk to you about it first,” Shane said. “I don’t want to just get up and leave you behind with no say. But I thought that, y’know…. Now that we live together and all, it wouldn’t be a big deal? To go away for a week this summer?”

Ilya felt the heat in his chest expand. Felt it grow and expand and engulf just a little bit more of his calmness. His rationality. “No. Is fine. Go on your boring trip with your boring friends,” he said shortly, moving to leave the room.

Shane stood up and grabbed his hand. “Hey. What’s going on? If you have an issue with this, you need to tell me.”

Ilya rolled his eyes. Most of the time he loved that Shane had agreed to go to therapy and had started working on some of his… issues. At times like this, when Shane tried to use those same lessons on Ilya, he liked it less. 

“Nothing is wrong,” said Ilya, pulling his hand away. The hot feeling in his chest was growing. When he had tried to speak to Shane about putting too much pressure on himself, the conversations had not always been… productive. It was annoying that Hayden fucking Pike had come up with what was, objectively, a good idea to get Shane back in a more positive mindset.

He pulled his hand out of Shane’s. “I am going to get something to eat.”

But because Shane could never leave anything alone in his life, he blocked Ilya at the door. “No, Ilya. I need you to tell me what’s going on.”

Ilya glared down at his husband. Unbidden thoughts of the last time Shane had gone to Mexico with Hayden swirled around his head. Shane had been so lonely, so desperate, that he had found some strange guy there to fuck him. The thought irritated something deep inside Ilya, which only fed the growing heat inside him. Worse was that he knew it shouldn’t make him feel this way. He knew that. He knew it was unfair and unkind and unjust to Shane. He had been with hundreds of women, and quite a few men over his life. Far more than Shane.

But the thought that Shane had found someone else… The thought that someone else’s hands had been on Shane’s perfect skin, someone else had experienced Shane’s kisses, had heard his moans, had felt the warmth of his body… It displeased Ilya just to think of it now. And that was trivial compared to the fact that Shane would be going with Hayden. Hayden, who was Shane’s best friend. Hayden, who always kept a couple cans of ginger ale on hand for when Shane visited. Hayden, who thought Shane was beautiful and perfect and attractive beyond measure. Who had taken a load of Shane’s come to the face almost without question. Who had felt Shane’s lips wrapped around his dick, and would likely want to experience it again. 

Not that Ilya thought Shane would do anything. No, his confidence in Shane was absolute. Solid to the very core. But it was others he did not trust. Others, drunk and wanting, with their wandering eyes, their greedy hands, their lecherous mouths. 

But Shane was still staring up at him, and Ilya had to say something. He knew he should say he was just feeling a bit jealous. That their time together was still so precious to him and he didn’t want to lose a minute of it. That he was feeling down and trapped in his own head. But what came out instead was the opposite. “And perhaps while you are gone I will call up everyone I have ever fucked and arrange a little trip with them, yes?”

He regretted it immediately. Profoundly. With every fibre of his being. But it was too late to take it back, and all he could do was watch as Shane’s face began to redden in anger, as his eyes narrowed, as his eyebrows furrowed. 

Shane opened his mouth, then closed it again. He raised a hand, pointing a finger at Ilya’s chest, then lowered it. He closed his eyes and took a breath, running a hand through his hair before finally looking back up at Ilya.

“Fuck. You,” he finally said, before turning around and storming out the office door.

Sighing, Ilya counted to ten before following his husband’s stomping footsteps. Through the kitchen and living room, across the lawn and finally to the practice rink. The regret that had crashed down on him had extinguished most of the hot, burning feeling in his chest, but the sick, syrupy feelings of guilt and jealousy remained wrapped around his heart. The feelings only intensified as he watched Shane, already with a stick in hand, shoot a pile of pucks into the net with vicious accuracy. 

Ilya took another breath before approaching. “I am sorry,” he said. 

Shane whirled on him, his long hair flying around his face. He really was beautiful, Ilya couldn’t help but think. Gorgeous, even when he was red and furious. 

“I cannot fucking believe you,” Shane hissed. Ilya watched him. This was Shane’s most dangerous voice. It meant he was as close to losing it as he ever allowed himself to be. “What do you think is going to happen? You think I’m going to go to Mexico and… and fuck every guy I see?”

“No, Shane–” Ilya began, but Shane continued as if he hadn’t spoken. 

“You think I’m going to fuck Hayden, then?” Shane went on. “Is that what you think? Because I will remind you that you were the one who instigated things between us, both times. I never would have done anything, fuck I wouldn’t have even fucking known Hayden was interested like that if–”

“Shane,” Ilya interrupted again. “I am sorry. I… I am jealous. I do not think… any of what you are saying.”

For a moment Shane remained puffed up with anger, but then it was like the fight drained out of him. His shoulders slumped, and he flicked another puck at the net without any real enthusiasm.

“You know you have nothing to be jealous of, right?” Shane said quietly. “I only want you. I’ve really only ever wanted you, in my whole life. Nothing is going to change that.”

Ilya wrapped Shane in a hug, pulling him close. His heart felt like it would burst. Or break. He wasn’t sure what he had done in a past life to be the recipient of all of Shane’s love and adoration in this one, but he was so thankful. So grateful. “I know, moya lyubov,” he said into Shane’s glossy hair. “But if you wanted to remind me a few more times, I would not say no.”

Shane tried to shove Ilya away, but Ilya just gripped him tighter.

“You should be saying nice stuff to me,” Shane grumbled. “For even suggesting–”

Ilya hugged him again, burrowing his face into Shane’s neck and breathing in deeply. He never felt more at home than when he was wrapped up in Shane. “Please, Shane,” he murmured. 

Shane sighed and wrapped his arms around Ilya. “I love you,” he said, maybe just a touch bitchily. “There is no one else that compares to you. It will always be you, Ilya.”

“I knew I had ruined you for everyone else,” Ilya said against the soft skin of Shane’s neck. He knew Shane was still annoyed with him. He could hear it in his tone, could feel it in the tension of his body. Yet he could still feel the darkness around his heart retreating somewhat at his husband’s words. 

“You’re such a dick,” Shane said, but Ilya could hear the fondness in his voice now. Smiling, Ilya pulled back and put a knuckle under Shane’s chin, pushing his face gently upward until their eyes met. 

It made Ilya’s heart skip a beat, to have the entirety of Shane’s focus on him. It always did. Shane, with his intense eyes and freckled cheekbones. Shane, who couldn’t stop the adoration he felt for Ilya from showing plainly on his face, even now. Shane, who accepted all parts of Ilya without question. Without complaint. With an outpouring of love that Ilya still had trouble accepting sometimes.

He couldn’t resist bending down and kissing Shane, too enraptured by his scrunched up freckles and pretty pink lips to do anything else.

Shane opened for him immediately. God, Ilya loved how Shane opened for him. Loved how Shane gave himself up to Ilya, completely, without question. It was just as intoxicating today as it had been when they were eighteen, fumbling their way through their first encounters in scattered hotel rooms.

“How about we go to the bedroom and I show you how sorry I really am?” Ilya murmured, pressing a thigh between Shane’s legs. He could feel the beginning of Shane’s burgeoning erection already and grinned against his husband’s lips.

“Fine,” Shane said, still with a certain level of snark in his voice, Ilya noted. But Shane pulled himself out of Ilya’s arms and began to make his way back towards the cabin, pulling off his t-shirt as he went. Ilya grinned as he followed. His gorgeous, snappy husband. He truly did love him endlessly.

- - - -

Shane went on the Cancun trip. And Ilya was glad he went. Truly! He was. Even as a simmering jealousy wrapped around his heart, he was glad. It was good for Shane to get away. To take his mind off things. And beyond anything else, Ilya only wanted the best for Shane.

But he was even more glad when Shane texted him multiple times a day. He liked it when Shane sent him stupid shirtless selfies from the beach and the pool. He liked it even more when Shane sent much more interesting selfies from his bedroom. He liked that Shane called him at the end of every day. He especially liked that Shane refused to go clubbing with the rest of the guys on their last night at the resort.

“You are so boring, Hollander,” he said when they video called that night. But his words were terribly soft and Shane saw right through him. Of course he did.

“What have you been up to, today?” Shane asked in lieu of rising to Ilya’s teasing

Ilya waved a hand in the air. “Oh you know, very cool stuff. Went for a ride on my Ducati. Might go out with some of the guys later. Troy wants to go check out a new bar downtown.”

Shane grinned then, looking terribly fond through the screen. “Well I have it on good authority that you drove your perfectly sensible SUV to my parents house today, where you played Yahtzee with my mom and helped my dad with a puzzle. And I can see that you’re already in bed, so don’t give me any of that going out bullshit.”

Ilya slouched down into the covers, throwing a dramatic arm over his eyes. “You have infected me, Hollander. You have made me boring like you.”

“You love my boring,” Shane said, and Ilya missed him so much that he couldn’t even pretend to deny it.

But his favourite part of the trip was when Shane came home. Ilya picked him up at the airport, ignoring the stares and whispers of the people around them as he swept Shane up in his arms. Shane grumbled, but nuzzled into Ilya’s chest immediately.

He looked gorgeous, of course, with his tanned skin and an explosion of freckles across his shoulders and back. Ilya was looking forward to becoming intimately acquainted with each one.

“I missed you, moya lyubov,” he whispered into Shane’s hair. It smelled like expensive shampoo. Something with coconuts and jasmine.

“I missed you, too,” Shane said, squeezing him in his strong arms. “And I’m exhausted. That was a long time to spend with the guys. I can’t wait to be home with just you.”

And if Ilya felt a little thrill of victory in his heart when Shane said that, well that was his secret to know. 

- - - -

A week later, Ilya was delighted to wake up with his cock in Shane’s mouth. It wasn’t unheard of for Shane to start the day this way, but it wasn’t the most common thing they did either. Ilya lay back, enjoying the feel of Shane’s talented lips running up and down his shaft, enjoying the sensations of heat and pressure and wetness. 

Soon he was threading his fingers through Shane’s long hair, gently warning him, but Shane simply redoubled his efforts and a moment later Ilya was coming down his throat.

“Fuck, Hollander,” Ilya groaned as his body spasmed. “Your mouth. Made for that.”

“Good?” Shane asked as he pulled off. As if he didn’t know. As if he hadn’t studied exactly what made Ilya go over the edge and diligently practiced his technique until he had perfected it. Not that Ilya had been an unwilling participant in these lessons.

Shane sat up and wiped a stray drop of come from his lip with a finger before sucking on it.

Ilya groaned again at the sight. “Shane, give me your cock right now. You are being so slutty, you must be dying for it.”

Shane shuffled up Ilya’s body until he was straddling his chest, and began stroking himself slowly. “Is that what I’m doing?” he asked, an amused smile on his face.

“Well now you are putting on my favourite show,” Ilya said appreciatively as Shane began jerking himself off in earnest.

“You always say that,” Shane said with an eye roll. 

Ilya could see that he was fighting a smile. “I say because it’s true,” he replied, and wrapped his hand around Shane’s balls. A few gentle pulls later, Shane’s head was thrown back and he was coming all over Ilya’s chest.

Afterwards, cleaned and snuggled, with Shane’s head on his shoulder, Ilya pressed a kiss to the top of his husband’s head.

“Are you going to ask me now?”

Shane twisted his head to look up at Ilya. “Ask you what?”

“Whatever you are buttering me up to ask.”

Shane has the wherewithal to at least look embarrassed. But he was still Shane, so when he opened his mouth, an argument fell out.

“I’m not buttering you up, can’t I just do something nice for my husband-”

“Shane,” Ilya interrupted.

“You’re wrong, but–” Ilya made a face and Shane made one back before continuing. “-but I was thinking… about inviting Hayden and Jackie over,” Shane said. “For a weekend without the kids.”

Ilya kissed Shane’s adorable little nose. “You are not having to butter me up to ask that,” 

“I didn’t butter anything,” Shane grumbled. “I don’t even eat butter.”

“You should invite them,” Ilya said instead of arguing against whatever Shane meant by that.

“Yeah? Okay I will,” Shane said, a smile breaking through on his face. Ilya had to kiss him again. 

“Why are you thinking I would not be okay with this?” Ilya asked, twirling a strand of Shane’s dark hair around his finger and then watching it unravel. 

“Well, you know, with how things went last time we talked about him….” Shane trailed off and Ilya wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close.

“You do not need to be worried about those things,” he said. “I promise.” 

Ilya thought perhaps they both heard the lie in his voice when he said it, but Shane didn’t say anything.

- - - -

Hayden sighed as he looked up at Shane’s cabin. Jackie elbowed him.

“Be nice,” she said.

Hayden hefted their bags higher on his shoulder. “I am nice,” he grumbled.

“I don’t want our weekend without the kids to be ruined by you picking fights with Ilya.”

“Well maybe you should tell Ilya to stop being such a dick because–”

“Hey guys!” Shane’s voice cut in. Hayden turned. Shane was standing in the open doorway. Ilya stood beside him, looking amused. Hayden could feel his cheeks heating and clenched his jaw, trying to force the blush away through sheer willpower. 

“Thanks again for having us,” Jackie said smoothly as they stepped inside.

“You? Anytime,” Ilya said.

Hayden made a face at Shane, who just smiled and shrugged his shoulders. 

“How did I end up here,” Hayden muttered as he dropped their bags at the front door with a thud. 

“I have been forced to lower my standards,” Ilya said as he picked up the bags Hayden had just dropped.

“No! Fuck! Just leave those, I can do it!” Hayden called after him, but Ilya just waved a dismissive hand as he disappeared up the stairs. 

Hayden turned to Shane. “He is such a dick.”

Shane’s eyes flickered between Hayden and the empty staircase. “He is literally bringing your bags to your room for you right now.”

“Yeah, but like. In a dickish way,” Hayden insisted, crossing his arms. He felt like a child, but couldn’t stop himself. 

“Okay,” Jackie interrupted loudly. “Shane, is it okay with you if I grab something to drink? I’m parched.”

Shane looked relieved at the change of subject. “Yeah, of course it is, I picked up some of your favourites.”

As Shane led Jackie to the kitchen, Hayden kicked off his shoes and trailed behind them. This weekend was supposed to be about making sure Shane was doing okay, and he wouldn’t be able to focus on that if he couldn’t get his shit with Rozanov in line. He supposed he better start trying now. 

In the kitchen, Shane was overdoing it, again.

“Give it a rest bud,” Hayden said as Shane pulled out a fourth sparkling water option from the fridge. 

Jackie smiled as well. “Yeah, it’s really okay, Shane. Any will do.”

Shane put the drink on the counter and ran a hand through his hair. It left him looking, Hayden noticed, messed up in a very attractive way. 

“Sorry,” Shane said, staring down at the drink in his hand. “I don’t know why I’m being so weird.”

He pushed the four cans on the counter into a straight line. Jackie watched him, her eyes flickering between the drinks, Shane and Hayden.

Hayden watched his friend’s profile, taking in the pinch around his eyes. The tightness around his jaw. Something’s making him nervous, Hayden realized. But what?

“I have put you in the big guest room,” Ilya announced as he came down the stairs. He came to stand behind Shane, locking his chin on Shane’s shoulder and wrapping his arms tightly around his waist.

“Thanks, Ilya,” Jackie said. She sounded unduly grateful, and Hayden knew it was probably less about the room and more because Ilya had broken what was becoming an increasingly awkward silence. 

Hayden watched as Ilya’s hand slid under Shane’s shirt, then wrenched his eyes away. Unfortunately, the next thing that they found was Ilya’s gaze. It was focused on him with what seemed like an unwarranted amount of intensity. 

“Is there anything you guys wanted to do first?” Shane asked, making him tear his eyes away from Ilya. “We could have drinks, or I can make something to eat if you’re hungry. We’ve got all the stuff for burgers.”

“Yes, Shane loves to make double the amount of food necessary,” Ilya said.

Shane smacked him on the arm. “That was one fucking time.”

“Eight burgers, Shane. For two people.”

Shane twisted in Ilya’s grip, his face already taking on that pinched look he only seemed to get around Ilya. “The recipe–”

“We ate before we came,” Jackie interjected before Shane could get too deep into what sounded like a very well-worn argument.

“Oh, okay. Well we could go paddleboarding? Or take out the jetskis?”

“I forgot you had jetskis!” Hayden said excitedly. “Let’s take them out! I never get to take ours out anymore, with the kids and all.”

“Oh, well, there are only two…” Shane started.

Jackie waved a lazy hand. “You go without me, please.” 

Hayden cast a quick look at Ilya. “We could do something else.” 

Ilya stared at Hayden for a moment longer, then shook his head. “You go.”

“Alright,” Shane said, pulling his shirt off and beginning to fold it carefully. Hayden allowed himself the briefest moment to take Shane in – the broad shoulders with their scattering of freckles, the toned lines of his chest and stomach – before pulling off his own shirt and throwing it over a kitchen chair.

“Come on dude, let’s go!” he said, already turning towards the door. “What’s with this folding shit? We don’t have all day.”

“Fuck off, dude,” Shane said, but Hayden could see that he was holding back a smile. 

A moment later the two of them were making their way down the lawn, laughing and shoving each other.

- - - -

Ilya couldn’t stop his eyes from following them through the kitchen window. Jackie joined him. 

“They’re so funny together, aren’t they?” she said, grabbing a drink and heading out onto the patio. “Just a couple of boys.”

Ilya followed her outside. “They have been friends since Shane’s rookie year, yes?”

“Yeah. Shane always seemed so… alone when he was younger. I kept bothering Hayden to invite him over. I was so happy when he said yes, and even more so when the two of them seemed to click. I think…” she hesitated, her eyes flickering to Ilya. “I mean, maybe you would know better than me, but I think he needed a friend back then.”

Ilya watched as Hayden threw an arm around Shane’s neck, pulling him into a headlock and ruffling his hair before Shane could pull free. Shane punched him in the shoulder in response, and then the two of them were laughing again, their shoulders bumping. Despite his best efforts, a familiar heat was beginning to burn in his chest.

“I wouldn’t know better,” Ilya confessed. “I did not know Shane so well, in the beginning. What we have now… it took a long time.”

“Well, I’m glad Hayds could be there for him then,” Jackie said, watching as the two men entered the boathouse, and a moment later, began making their way out onto the lake on the jetskis.

Ilya felt the too-familiar heat curl its up and around his spine. And maybe it was the sun, or Jackie’s earnest smile, or something else entirely, but he found himself speaking. “You are never worried? About their… friendship?”

From the look Jackie shot him, Ilya knew he had given too much away. It annoyed him, and he looked back out over the water. 

“There have been times,” Jackie said from beside him as she swirled her glass. Ilya looked down at her, but she kept staring out at the water. “Where I… worried that I wasn’t enough. Or that Hayden’s… interest in Shane went deeper than I thought.” 

She paused, taking a sip of her drink before continuing. “But I think he’s just a guy with a lot of love in his heart. And trust me, I know how he can come across. But he loves me, and he loves our kids, and he loves his parents, and my parents, and he loves Shane and JJ and just everyone he meets. He’s just that kind of guy.” She laughed. “God, I went through his phone once, you know? Because he’s always on the road, and I was just feeling… well, it doesn’t matter how I was feeling. But I went through his phone and his search history was all like… How to surprise your wife. How to show your wife you care when you’re away a lot. How to support your wife with the kids.” 

She turned to look at Ilya. “But there was also stuff like, how to support your gay friend. How to be a good friend to gay people.” She laughed again. “The word choice could have been improved, but the feeling was there. He’s trying, even if he doesn’t always hit the mark.”

Ilya considered this. Hayden had always been a good friend to Shane. Had stuck by him through everything, even when the others had faded away. He knew Shane appreciated his friendship. And he knew he couldn’t be Shane’s entire world, as much as he wanted to be, sometimes. 

“I suppose it is good then, that they have each other,” he finally said. 

Jackie nudged Ilya with her shoulder. “I have to admit, I’m surprised to hear this from you,” she said. “Mr. Playboy, getting jealous?”

“I have never been, before,” Ilya admitted. “But Shane… he makes me crazy in ways I did not know I could be.”

Jackie smiled up at him “Well, he is special, isn’t he?”

Ilya nodded. “Da. Yes. Very.”

Jackie looked away, turning a bit red. “And he really does get Hayden… riled up, you know?” She blew out a breath. “I mean, not to be vulgar, but the sex we’ve had…”

Ilya looked at her thoughtfully. “He wants you more, after?”

“Oh yes,” Jackie said. “He’s insatiable.” She turned impossibly redder. “The things he does to me… I didn’t know sex could be like that.”

Ilya felt some of the heat, some of the tension that had been coiling in his chest unravel at Jackie’s words. To know that Hayden was so desperate for his wife… it settled something in him.

They both watched as Hayden and Shane raced around on the water for a while longer, chatting about easy things – the kids, the upcoming season, the lake, tentative holiday plans – until the conversation drifted into a comfortable silence. 

“They are coming back in,” Ilya said after a long moment. Jackie, who had settled into one of the deck’s lounge chairs, turned back to the lake, watching as Shane and Hayden drove the jetskis back into the shadow of the boathouse.

A moment later the two men were making their way back up towards the cottage. They were soaked. Shane ran a hand through his hair, pushing the dark strands back from his face. Ilya watched him, his eyes tracing the how Shane’s arm flexed, how his muscles moved, how his swim trunks clung to his thighs. 

“He is fine, isn’t he,” Jackie murmured, nodding her head towards Shane.

Ilya grinned then. “Yes, he is.”

- - - -

They ate dinner on the patio that night. Shane made a regular amount of burgers, and Ilya only teased him a little bit. They opened a bottle of wine, and then another.

Shane, encouraged by how well everyone was getting along, drank more freely than he usually would. Soon his laughs were coming easier and his gestures were becoming looser. 

By the time the second bottle of wine was empty, he was leaning heavily against Ilya.

“Go to bed,” Ilya whispered into his ear as he nudged him gently. 

Shane turned hazy eyes on him. “I don’t want to be a bad host.”

Ilya kissed him. “We are both hosts, yes? I will stay.”

The look Shane shot him was so full of warm, drunken love that it made Ilya’s chest ache. “We are both hosts, aren’t we?” he repeated, the happiness obvious in his voice. “Cause we live together. Cause we’re married.”

“Yes, moya lyubov,” Ilya said fondly. Shane smiled, and kissed him, only a bit messily, on the lips.

“I’m going to go to bed,” he announced to the table, and got to his feet with deliberate care. As Hayden and Jackie called their goodnights, Ilya couldn’t help but grab Shane’s hand one more time.

Shane looked down at him. Ilya kissed his palm. “Ya tebya lyublyu” he said. I love you.

Shane shot him another heartfelt look. “Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu,” he said. I love you, too. His accent flawless, Ilya noted, even tipsy as he was. He kissed Shane’s palm again and received another happy smile from his husband before Shane began to make his way, with only a slight stumble, towards the stairs.

Ilya was half-expecting the evening to get a bit awkward with only the three of them left around the table, but the conversation continued to flow with ease. He found himself laughing at Hayden’s viciously accurate impersonations of the Commissioner and a few other players in the league he wasn’t particularly fond of. They even spent a pleasurable moment tearing into a notoriously dickish winger from Vancouver while Jackie cackled beside them before the talk inevitably circled back to the playoffs.

“So,” Ilya said, swirling the last of his wine. “Montreal does not make the playoffs for first time in… what, a decade? More? Is very sad. You must feel lost without my husband to carry your team.”

“So says the man with only one Stanley Cup,” Hayden shot back at him. 

“Says the man who would have zero cups without my husband. You are welcome, by the way.”

“You’re such a dick, Rozanov,” Hayden replied, but he was smiling. It made Ilya smile also. He would never admit it out loud, but it turned out even someone like Hayden Pike could have his moments of charm. 

Leaning back in his chair, Ilya watched as Hayden explained some nuanced hockey rules to his wife, who was smiling fondly. 

He wondered if perhaps it was easier for him to get along with Hayden now that he didn’t feel like he had to fight him for Shane’s attention. Or perhaps it was because Hayden had been nothing but a good friend to Shane all weekend, and had not expressed any interest in him beyond a few appreciative glances. 

It settled something in Ilya, to know that Hayden would not try anything. It cooled the jealous heat that had been burning inside him.

The conversation continued on and the wine continued to flow. Ilya watched as Hayden’s eyes began to drift close, and his head tipped back against the cushions of his chair. A moment later, he began to snore softly.

Jackie, watching him, let out a quiet laugh. “And he’s out,” she said, taking another sip of her drink. Her eyes flickered to Ilya, then back down at her glass. A certain tension filled the air. Ilya waited. 

“You know,” she said into the silence. “You’re bisexual.” She snorted, then laughed. “Of course you know that.”

Ilya raised a brow, but continued to wait.

She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. “I think Hayden might be bisexual. At least a little bit.”

“He has done a few things to make it seem so, yes,” Ilya said dryly.

“He said he’d like to know what sucking dick was like, to me once,” she said, and then giggled furiously. “It’s hot, to think about, you know? It’s hot to imagine him with a dick in his mouth.” 

Ilya took a sip of his own wine, his eyes moving from her flushed face to her unconscious husband. “Did he now?” he mused. 

- - - -

As he laid back on the deckchairs, drink in hand, Hayden had to admit the weekend had actually been pretty fucking awesome.

The first awesome thing was getting away from the kids. He loved them, but, well. Four kids was a fucking lot of kids. He pulled out his phone, sending himself a reminder to look up some good gift ideas for Jackie’s parents. They deserved a really nice Christmas gift this year. Maybe a week away, somewhere warm. They fucking deserved a vacation, after giving him and Jackie a break.

The second awesome thing was that Shane seemed to be doing better. He was definitely still being too hard on himself about the whole playoffs thing, but not as much as he had been at the beginning of summer. Less staring off into the distance and all that. Hayden was glad that Shane had agreed on this weekend. It was definitely what Jackie would call like, quality time.

He and Shane had gone out on the jetskis multiple times, which was, of course, awesome. They had gone for a few runs, which had been less awesome but still pretty good. They had played a little one on one in Shane’s frankly ridiculous practice rink, which also went in the awesome category. And on top of all that, they had done plenty of lazing around, watching tv, playing video games and generally catching up. Tens across the board for that one.

The third thing that couldn’t exactly be described as awesome but was still pretty good was that Rozanov had been less of a dick than usual this weekend. He had still been a dick, of course. But like. Less. It was hard to explain. He was still belittling and insulting and annoying as fuck, but all his jabs seemed to almost have… warmth behind them. It was fucking weird. But, Hayden supposed, a good weird. (When he had brought it up to Jackie, she had just shrugged. So he figured he’d just let it be. If Jackie wasn’t worried, he wasn’t worried.)

The fourth awesome thing, and okay, this list was getting long, but fourth was that he and Jackie had been having some spectacular sex. He didn’t know what it was, really. (Okay, he definitely knew what it was. Shane was looking fucking good these days. Tanned and fit and always walking around in those loose-cut tanks that had his nipples flashing out. Hayden didn’t know who had updated Shane’s wardrobe, but they definitely deserved some sort of award. Even if it was Rozanov.)

But no matter the cause, he was just so horny, and Jackie was so beautiful. He found himself constantly wanting to touch her thighs and her stomach and her tits and her face and every part of her. He wanted to touch her and rub on her and come on her and fuck her into the mattress or against the wall or in the shower or really on any surface that was available. Just yesterday he had eaten her out in the boathouse, one toned thigh thrown over his shoulder as his tongue and fingers dove deep into her silky heat until she came all over his face. He grinned to himself at the memory. That one almost deserved its own category in reasons why the weekend had been pretty fucking awesome after all.

He opened his eyes and stole a glance at Shane, who was cuddling with Ilya in the lounge chair across the deck. Shane had been out here first, and then Ilya had wedged himself behind Shane when he came out with drinks. 

(“Get the fuck off,” Shane had protested as Ilya squeezed in behind him. Ilya had just laughed and kissed him on the cheek. Shane had gone pink and shot Ilya a frankly disgustingly lovesick smile before snuggling into his husband’s chest.)

Hayden’s eyes traveled over Shane. He was looking good, of course. He was in a pair of those short-ass shorts he seemed to favour nowadays, that Hayden could admit… did something for him. His gaze travelled up Shane’s legs and across his toned abs, to his broad shoulders and frankly movie-star caliber face. Fuck, he was hot.

He lay there, enjoying the view and indulging in a few daydreams when an accented voice cut into his thoughts. “Thinking of something interesting, Hayden?” Ilya asked. 

Hayden looked across the deck. Ilya and Shane were staring at him. And after a moment, he realized why. He had a fucking boner right here on the fucking deck. His face flushed. 

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, clamping a hand over his dick. “Fuck! Jesus Christ! I was thinking about Jackie, alright? Fucking hell.”

Ilya gave him a look. “You are a bad liar.”

Hayden felt himself grow impossibly redder. He looked at Shane, who was looking a little embarrassed, and then at Ilya, who was looking… surprisingly intrigued. 

It was Ilya’s face that Hayden’s gaze fixed on. The two men stared at each other before Ilya’s hand slowly swept across Shane’s chest, stopping only to squeeze one impressive pectoral muscle.

“Ilya…” Shane began.

“Tell us what you were thinking, Hayden.” Ilya said. 

“I…” Hayden trailed off, eyes darting between the two men in front of on the deck. He saw curiosity on Ilya’s face, and amusement. And maybe something else. Something a little protective. But there was… more on Shane’s face now. Maybe curiosity. Maybe interest. “I was thinking about fucking Jackie while…” He trailed off, then gathered his confidence. “While Shane jerked off in front of us.”

Ilya’s grin was wide. “That is the limit of your imagination, Pike? That is the best you can do?”

“Fuck off,” Hayden grumbled. “I don’t want to picture him doing anything he didn’t like, consent to, okay? He’s my friend.”

The look on Shane’s face melted into something soft. And maybe a little embarrassed. Hayden looked away.

“I think we can do better than that,” Ilya said.

Hayden froze from where he was inspecting the deck wood beneath his feet. “What’re you suggesting?” he asked cautiously. 

Ilya shrugged. “Shane has been feeling a little down lately. I think he could use some extra… admiration. And you seem ready to give it to him.”

“Ilya,” Shane said again, louder this time. “I don’t… I’m not…”

“Moya lyubov,” Ilya said, running his hand down Shane’s shoulders. “You are very bad at hiding things. And you are very good at being very hard on yourself. But perhaps you should be reminded exactly who the fuck you are.” His eyes flickered to Hayden. “And is not my fault Hayden can not control his dick.”

“Okay, fuck off,” Hayden said. “I can’t help that I like to admire Shane, okay?” He paused. It pained him to admit this to Ilya of all people, but it had to be done. “I just like to… to look, okay? He’s really fucking hot and it’s like… a thing for me. To look. A turn on.”

Ilya wrapped a section of Shane’s long hair around his finger and kissed it. “See? Everyone here thinks you are very beautiful.” He let go of the dark strand and slid his hand down Shane’s neck, across his chest and over his swimsuit, until it was over Shane’s dick. “It is just a chance to, how did you say it? Take your mind off things.” He squeezed Shane lightly. 

“I don’t know…” Shane said hesitantly. “What about Jackie?”

“Oh, she is watching,” Ilya said. “She said she wanted to see Shane.” He squeezed Shane again. “She thinks you are very beautiful also.”

“Wait, what?” Hayden broke in. “Come a-fucking again?” 

“I spoke to your wife. She wanted to see Shane also, she said.” Ilya looked proudly at his husband as he continued to rub him lightly through his swim suit. “Everyone knows how attractive you are, moya lyubov.”

“Then why isn’t she here?” Hayden asked. 

Ilya squeezed Shane’s erection. “Shane is super gay, yes? I am thinking he likes being admired, but mostly by men.”

Shane glared at Ilya. “I am a regular amount of gay.”

Ilya kissed the top of Shane’s head. “You are extremely gay, Shane.”

“So she’s just watching from somewhere?” Hayden broke in. “Right now?”

Ilya shrugged. His eyes were still on his husband, on where his hand was slowly gliding up and down Shane’s cock. “Maybe. Probably.” His gaze flickered to Hayden. “She wants to see you with a dick in your mouth.”

“She wants…?” Hayden trailed off. His head was buzzing. He had told her that, more than once, while the were fucking. And fuck, she had said something to Ilya? And Ilya was going to… 

Shane twisted around to look at Ilya. “What do you want?” 

Ilya knew what he was really asking. Are you okay with this? Will this just make you feel worse? What will this do to us?

Ilya kissed his husband deeply, pouring all his love and adoration into it. “I want everyone to know how gorgeous you are, vozlyublennyy. How perfect. I want everyone to treat you with the reverence you deserve. You are Shane fucking Hollander. The fucking best, no matter what has happened, or who has won the cup.” Ilya’s eyes met Hayden’s, and he knew the challenge was coming, even before Ilya spoke his next words. “Everyone else should be bowing down at your feet.”

Hayden looked at Shane. He could have been on a magazine cover, the way he was sprawled in Ilya’s arms, sun-kissed and gorgeous. And hard. 

He slid off his chair, moving slowly across the deck. Once he was in front of Shane, he sank down. The wood was rough against his knees. A part of him couldn’t believe that this was happening. Was going to happen. He could hear his own brain screaming at him, You are going to have Shane’s dick in his mouth. His perfect, beautiful dick. Is going to be in your fucking mouth. Holy fucking shit, holy shit, holy shit–

Hayden took a steadying breath, then looked up at the two men who were staring back down at him. Shane was sitting on the edge of his seat, and Ilya had positioned himself behind his husband, his legs bracketing Shane’s. He had a possessive arm wrapped around him, his fingers splayed wide on Shane’s chest.

Ilya undid the ties of Shane’s swimming trunks, pulling them down his husband’s legs. And there was Shane. Exposed and hard and leaking. Fuck, he was leaking like a fucking fountain. Hayden was about to… do what? He didn’t even know where to fucking start with all this. He was lifting an uncertain hand when Ilya grabbed it in a tight grip. “Remember,” Ilya said, leaning down and staring directly at him. “No touching.”

Hayden froze, his hand crushed in Ilya’s grip. He felt humiliated, which somehow made him even hornier. Even harder. His cheeks burned. “Yes,” he agreed, and Ilya released him. 

Hayden put his hands on his own knees. Distantly, he could feel the heat of the afternoon sun on his skin. Could feel the sweat dripping down the back of his neck. But all he was focused on was Shane in front of him. Shane, with his perfect, cut cock in Hayden’s face. Shane, with his faintly trembling thighs, covered in glistening stretchmarks. Shane, will his clenched fists, nails digging deep into the flesh of his palms.

Hayden stared. He knew he had to get moving. Had to get started. But how? Did he just… put it in his mouth? Where did his tongue go? What was he supposed to do with his teeth? What if he bit Shane by accident? Fuck, he could not mess this up. This was his once chance. His one opportunity. He could not squander this. He took a breath. What did Jackie do to him? She gave amazing blowjobs. Maybe he could just try and like… copy that.

He looked up. Shane was staring down at him, wide-eyed and beautiful. It centred something in him. Shane did deserve this. To be revered. To be worshipped. To be reminded of exactly who he was. 

So he leaned forward and opened his mouth. 

And then it was happening. Shane’s dick was in his mouth. It was in his mouth, and it was… different than how he thought it would be. The smell was different. Something musky but clean and tinged with lakewater. The taste was different. Saltier than he expected. And the weight of it was different. It was substantial, in a way his fantasies never were.

It was also better than he had ever imagined. A million times better than he ever could have hoped or thought or dreamed. And he had dreamed a lot, if he was being truthful with himself. He had pictured this moment a thousand different times, in a thousand different ways. But now, with Shane’s cock in his mouth? The reality surpassed anything he could have ever hoped for.

Fuck, he could feel the tears gathering in the corners of his eyes, but didn’t dare raise his hand to wipe them away. He knew he was being sloppy. He knew he was drooling and making a mess. But he couldn’t temper his enthusiasm. This was a hundred times better even than when Shane had blown him. To be able to give this to him, to serve him this way… it fulfilled every fantasy Hayden had ever had. 

A part of him wondered what Jackie was thinking right now. What she was doing. He wondered if she was watching them. He wondered if she was fingering herself as she watched him give his first blowjob. He wondered if he could peel down her soaked panties and press his face in between her legs, like he was doing to Shane right now. The thought made his cock strain even harder against the front of his swim trunks. Sparks flew up and down his spine and he clenched a hand around the base of his dick through his shorts. He would not come now. He would not.

He was lost in the rhythm, in the salty taste, in the soft sounds Shane was making above him when he felt Ilya move. He saw, from his blurred vantage point, Ilya reach in between the couch cushions and pull out a bottle of fucking lube. Because of course they had lube out here. Of course. (A thought of Shane, tanned and gorgeous, spread out on the deck as Ilya fucked him, flashed through his head. He pushed it away, for now.) 

He felt more than saw as Ilya’s slick fingers reached under Shane. The effect was immediate. Shane jolted, causing Hayden to cough as Shane’s dick was pushed down his throat. Ilya was fingering Shane as Hayden blew him, he realized. The thought flew straight down Hayden’s spine, all the way to his dick. He could feel himself leaking in his swim trunks. That Shane would be the recipient of so much attention, of so much desire… The thought that he would feel good in every way he possibly could… He deserved it and more. 

Shane was grinding down on Ilya’s fingers now. Was arching his back and moaning and thrusting and twitching and then oh fuck, oh fuck, he was coming. He was coming down Hayden’s throat. Fuck. The taste flooded his mouth, bitter and salty. He pulled off, and swallowed. He could feel his erection pressing against his swimming trunks, but in a distant sort of way. He had done it. He had…

A soft hand landed on his shoulder. He turned, dazed. Jackie was standing there, looking down at him.

“Jackie,” he croaked. When had she gotten here? His face was burning. His entire body was burning. With what? Embarrassment? Desire? Shame? Want?

“Come with me,” she whispered.

Hayden stood on shaky legs. His head was spinning. He was vaguely aware of Ilya pulling Shane into his embrace as Jackie led him away. He could taste Shane in his mouth, salty and perfect. He could feel Jackie’s small hand in his own. She was leading him inside and oh god, what the fuck just happened? What was happening now? 

He followed her up the stairs, watching the sway of her ass. God, he thought she was hot when they first met at twenty one, but she kept getting better with age. And oh fuck, they were going to the bedroom, and fuck, his mind was spinning and he couldn’t even control his thoughts and fuck, what was happening, he didn’t want to hope, to dream–

Jackie led him in the room, quietly closing the door behind them before turning to face him.

Hayden couldn’t take the silence, “Jackie…” he pleaded. He needed something from her. Anything. He needed to know everything was okay, was good. He couldn’t lose her, he couldn’t–

“That was so hot,” she said, cutting off his spiral. 

Hayden’s breath caught.

“I liked seeing you with a cock in your mouth,” she continued, her voice still soft. She stepped closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pressed herself against the hard line of his erection. “Do you want to know how much?”

Hayden groaned as he slid a hand into her tiny bikini. The wetness was everywhere. He brought his fingers to his lips. “Fuck, you taste so good,” he moaned. And she did. She tasted like sweetness and sex and sweat and he was so in fucking love with her. And fuck, the mingling taste of Shane and Jackie… he could feel the rush of sparks going up and down his spine. He was going to come just from this, just from fingering his wife, just from grinding his cock up against her and tasting her wetness…

“Lay down,” Jackie commanded, breaking through his thoughts. “I want to ride your face while you jerk yourself off.”

Hayden threw himself on the bed.

- - - -

Outside, Ilya pushed his fingers deeper into Shane’s ass.

“Fuck,” Shane groaned, writhing beneath him.

“I want to fuck you, Hollander,” Ilya whispered into his ear before scraping his teeth along the constellation of freckles on the back of Shane’s neck. 

“Out here?” Shane panted, even as he pushed back against Ilya’s hand. 

Ilya leveled him with a stare. “Your best friend just blew you while his wife was watching and then have gone upstairs to fuck,” he said as he curled his fingers inside Shane, making him shiver and groan. “I think it is okay if I fuck you.”

“Fuck, yes, okay,” Shane groaned as Ilya stroked his prostrate again. “Yes, fuck, do it.”

Ilya grinned, and pushed his fingers in further.

Afterwards, spent and sated, they both pulled their swimsuits back on and curled up on the wide lounge seat. Shane lay his head on Ilya’s chest, listening to the steady heartbeat.

After a moment, he twisted to face his husband.

“Ilya…” he began hesitantly.

“Yes?” Ilya hummed from where he was nosing into Shane’s hair.

“What… what changed for you? I got the feeling you were kind of… jealous. Of Hayden. After what happened last time. With me. Touching him. So I was wondering why you… y’know. Encourage him. To do that. To me.”

Ilya ran a hand through Shane’s glossy hair, considering his answer. “Remember that time in your trophy room?”

How Shane immediately turned red was answer enough. 

“I felt like I was fucking a king. I felt powerful,” Ilya continued. “And to see someone getting on their knees for you… It makes me feel the same way.”

Shane’s face scrunched into one of confusion. “Then why the jealousy?”

“I thought maybe Hayden was interested in more than sex,” Ilya admitted. “I did not like the idea of… anything deeper between you.” That was the understatement of the fucking year, but Ilya thought perhaps he had already been vulnerable enough in this conversation. 

“Ew, gross,” said Shane, wrinkling his nose. It was adorable and Ilya couldn’t stop himself from leaning down to kiss it. Shane smiled for a moment, and then a more pensive look stole over his face. He looked up at Ilya again. “Why would you think that? That Hayden would like me that way?”

“I do not think you realize how many people are at least a little bit in love with you, Hollander.”

Shane blushed. “That’s not true.”

Ilya spun a strand of his dark hair around his finger. “I am seeing it every day, Shane. Many people would love to be in the position Hayden was just in.”

Shane didn’t speak for a moment. He looked nervous. Ilya waited.

“Do you… want something like that? Another person?” Shane asked finally.

Ilya engulfed Shane in his arms, holding him tightly. “No,” he said simply.

But Shane was who he was, meaning he had never left anything alone in his life. “Why not?” he pressed. “I mean, we both know you liked… variety before.”

“What happened before…” Ilya trailed off, shrugging. It had been exciting, yes. Adventurous, too. And wild and sexy and hot. But it was meaningless compared to holding the heart of the beautiful man in his arms. “It was nothing,” he continued after a moment. “Empty. You give me so much more than that was. I only need you.”

The tension that had filled Shane’s frame seemed to drain out of him. He snuggled more deeply in Ilya’s arms. “Me too,” he said, his voice thick. “All that… stuff with Hayden was fun and all, but I only need you, too.” He hesitated. “And I think I’d probably like to keep things just between you and me going forward, if that’s okay.”

Ilya kissed Shane, slow and deep. “Of course it is okay,” he said when they broke apart.

“Good,” Shane said, snuggling down into Ilya’s chest again. They were quiet for a moment, then Shane spoke again, tentatively.

“Ilya?”

“Hmm?"

“Was… was I that bad the first time I blew you?”

Ilya pressed a kiss onto the top of Shane’s head to hide the massive smile that had spread across his face. His heart felt full and light and like it might burst with happiness. When he spoke, his voice was soft, and unbearably fond. “No, moya lyubov. You were perfect.”