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“I think I would like to know what a creampie tastes like here in Ottawa.”
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the dirtiest clean I know by leaveanote
Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
2026-01-01
Immediately after talking to Shane’s parents, after putting the pasta leftovers in the fridge, Shane asks to be fucked without a condom. Ilya’s his boyfriend now. Suddenly, messy sheets don’t seem like such a bad thing. Back in the cottage, after putting the pasta leftovers in the fridge Shane’s giddy. He’s never felt like this before, like something’s unclenched its jaws from his heart. The world feels raw in the best way. His house feels different, the sun brighter, warmer. The scent of summer foliage, and him. They’ve been back in the cottage for all of two minutes, but Shane honestly can’t believe they still have clothes on. “Harder,” he tells Ilya, who whimpers and sucks at Shane’s throat, understanding Shane’s asking to be marked. For the first time, for what’s left of these two weeks, they don’t have to hide. Ilya runs his tongue over the bruise-tender skin and Shane’s eyes roll back, his entire body frissoning. “Oh my fucking God,” Shane says, face crumpling. He’s rock hard, rutting helplessly against Ilya’s thick, stupidly sexy thigh. “You like that?” Ilya murmurs, sucking hickey after hickey into Shane’s throat. Shane can only whimper brokenly in response. Ilya chuckles, and spanks him. A glut of precum pulses from Shane’s dick, soaking immediately through his briefs, damp against Ilya’s thigh. Ilya hisses a soft curse. “So pretty,” he bites out. “I love how wet you get for me.” Shane’s brain goes buzzy in the way only Ilya can make it. Ilya cups Shane’s ass in his hands and lifts him. Shane wraps his arms around his boyfriend—his boyfriend!—and lets himself be carried to bed. “Ilya,” Shane breathes. He presses his palm to Ilya’s cheek. “God, you’re so handsome.” Ilya smiles and almost blushes. Shane tugs him into a kiss. It’s hot but terribly tender, tears gathering in both their eyes, each soothing the other in turn. They take each other’s clothes off, hardly breaking the connection of their gaze. “I love you,” Shane says softly. The soft twitch of Ilya’s mouth, the brightness in his eyes as Shane says it. It’s everything. “I didn’t know…anything could feel this good.” “Me neither,” Ilya says, shaking his head. He looks like he might cry properly again, and like he doesn’t want to, so Shane pulls him into a filthier kiss. He hitches his foot around Ilya’s waist, dragging their hips together. Ilya throbs against him, the anxiety in his body ebbing easily into the heat Shane hoped for. “I was thinking,” Shane says. “You said you haven’t been with anyone in a while, and neither have I.” “Mm.” “Do—do you wanna, um. Without a condom?” Shane tries not to think about how red his ears have gone. “It’s not like you can get me pregnant.” Ilya groans low in his throat, rolling promisingly into Shane. ”Mmm. Let me try.” Shane snorts and swats at him, but presses the lube into Ilya’s palm and nothing else. Ilya looks at him, making sure it’s not just sexy talk. “You’re sure?” Ilya asks, pupils blown. His voice is like crushed velvet pressed to Shane’s cheek, and Shane can’t bear being empty a moment longer. He drags Ilya into a kiss he hopes is needy enough to convey that. “Make a mess out of me,” he whispers. “Please.” Ilya’s expression goes dark with lust, and Shane nearly cums on the spot. “Oh my God.” “You feel so good.” “Ilya.” Shane feels like Ilya’s fucking him for the first time all over again. Probably not least because Ilya’s eased him into a vulnerable missionary, which is not how they’d been fucking in the cottage before now. Ilya feels bigger like this. The hot skin of his thick, gently curved, perfect cock drags against Shane’s walls, nothing between them but the slide of lube to ease the way. Shane’s blushing, watching Ilya’s face twitch as he takes his pleasure in Shane’s ass. Shane can feel the wet drag of his thick head, the sweet skin of Ilya’s shaft Shane loves so much sliding deep inside him over and over. The obscene smack of his heavy balls against Shane’s cleft. Ilya cups his jaw. Shane opens on instinct, sucking Ilya’s fingers into his mouth, taking him in everywhere he can. “Fuck, Shane. You make me crazy,” Ilya says, his voice cracked straight through.
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Ilya and Shane join the Pike family for ice skating. “Have we ever done this before? Skated like. Not for hockey?” Ilya laughed. “Guess not.” “It’s kinda nice.” “Yeah,” Ilya said. God, Shane loved that smile. It was a beautiful day. The air was crisp, the sky a bright blue above Ottawa’s nicest outdoor rink—well, nicest with all-ages family skate hours, and mozzarella sticks and hot chocolate in the adjoining shopping center. The crowds skewed just young-family enough that they didn’t usually get recognized and mobbed, maybe a fan or two but not enough to spoil a day. Shane squinted against the glare of the sun, vaguely missing the controlled familiarity of a rink. It was almost too bright against the outdoor ice. “Sweetie—sweetie, please go to Uncle Shane, Daddy’s got his hands full with your sisters.” came Hayden’s voice, a note of panic in it. Jade was half-dragging Hayd behind her, while Ruby clung to him like she was still unsure she liked skating at all. Shane turned just in time for the littlest Pike, Amber, to careen into his shins. “Oof,” he said easily, smiling as he took her mittened hand. “I don’t want to fall again,” Amber said, looking at Shane with bright eyes, and Shane’s heart just about melted. He kept losing track of how old Hayden’s kids were, but whatever age this was it was one of the cutest. “I’m not going to let you fall,” he said. “Wanna do one loop with me?” Amber sniffed, shuffling her skates. Shane was starting to feel useless. “Amber, Amber!” Arthur Pike’s little voice piped up behind them, approaching fast. Shane turned and his heart went hot in his chest. Ilya was hand in hand with Arthur, who was small for a seven (eight?) year old. Both of them had bright pink cheeks, knit scarves flowing behind them as they zoomed up and slid to an easy, excited halt. “That was so much fun! Can we go around again? No, wait—Amber, do you want a turn with Uncle Ilya?” Amber slid closer to Shane, shaking her head shyly. If it were anyone else, Shane suspected, Ilya would’ve drawn back in mock affront. But Ilya was so damn good with kids—better than any of them, in Shane’s opinion. “No, that was Arthur loop. Amber loop is different,” Ilya said, swinging Arthur around to come up next to Shane and Amber. “What’s an Amber loop like?” Amber asked. Ilya smiled at her, and Shane felt hot right down to his toes. “Can I show you? We stop if you don’t like, of course.” “Okay,” Amber said, smiling back. “Okay! Great.” Ilya turned his eyes to Shane. Even now, Shane felt himself blushing. Ilya’s smile deepened. God, he might be blushing too. “I take your other hand. Yeah? Good! Okay, here we go.” The four of them made a little chain. Shane, Amber, Ilya, Arthur. Arthur could kick and scurry all he wanted, while Ilya kept a hold of him and a steady pace for Amber, and Shane took the spot closest to center ice to anchor them. It was…easy. It was fun. It felt so natural, it was insane. When was the last time Shane had experienced something new on the ice? It was literally new! A different attention paid to his body and his mind, and it was out here on a version of the ice he loved so much, miles away from games or pressure or the public eye. The love of his life linked to him by their friends’ kids. The kids screamed in delight, kicking their feet because they knew Shane and Ilya had them. Somewhere distantly, there was music. Ilya was laughing, doing one of the silly voices that all the Pike kids liked best. Shane caught his eye. They shared a smile. It was private because it was theirs and no one else’s, but it was also out in the open, hidden from no one. His love. His love. Something simple and obvious and miraculous all at once. Ilya’s hair’s a mess. His whole face is rosy, his handsome frame ridiculously dreamy in his tailored winter jacket on the ice. Shane loved seeing him like this, getting to appreciate Ilya’s body doing what it did best (well, second-best), wearing his too-fucking-sexy wardrobe instead of their usual gear. He was hot in his gear too, obviously. But this was a rarer treat. “I love you so much,” Shane called to him as they skated in their little line. “I love you too,” Ilya called back. And then, quieter but not quiet enough, he said something in Russian that made Shane hiss Ilya! Thankfully, Jackie was back from the bathroom and loping toward them on the ice. “Thank you for skating with me, Uncle Shane and Uncle Ilya! I had so much fun!” Amber said through giggles. Ilya bowed low on the ice. “Any time,” he grinned. Arthur called his thanks back too, already tugging his mom and sister to the rest of the family. And then it was just Shane and Ilya on the ice.
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Right after that fateful day at the cottage, Shane starts practicing how to say I love you in Russian. It happens to jog a memory. Of the last time Ilya had truly spoken to him in Russian. “Did you…did you tell me you loved me that night?”
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The day after they talk to Shane’s parents, Ilya wakes in Shane’s arms, deeply in love and wholly unafraid. Great sex follows. Especially when monogamy means…maybe calling it quits on condoms.
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