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Shane and Ilya are on the same team for Ottawa, and they’ve just won an away game. Shane decides to celebrate by showing Ilya the toy he got teased for having years ago! Jane: Room 1220. 10pm. Ilya’s heart rate increases as he reads the message. They haven’t been sleeping in separate hotel rooms ever since Shane traded to Ottawa, but they like to reminisce. Ilya eyes Shane from across the bar. They’re downstairs in the hotel celebrating a win with a bunch of other Ottawa players. Ilya could see Shane laughing with Zane Boodrum. He likes to watch Shane, and especially when he can tell Shane is at ease. And Shane was at ease with this new team. So Ilya watches a lot. He also smiles a lot. It’s taken some getting used to from the team. Lily: See you soon Hollander. . . . Shane feels his phone buzz in his pocket as his gaze meets Ilya’s. He doesn’t need to check it to know Ilya would be interested. He could tell by the wink Ilya sends his way as he holds his gaze and sips his vodka. Shane could feel himself starting to blush. He loved being in a relationship with Ilya and being in an environment with supportive teammates. But he was still getting to grips with being a one half of a public couple. Ilya knows this and seems to enjoy stressing Shane out with public displays of affection. Shane was still trying to figure out who taught Ilya what baptism of fire means. After doing the rounds Shane checks the time. 9.40pm. He says his goodbyes and excuses himself, heading back to his hotel room. Shane has had this idea to suprise Ilya for a few weeks now but has had to mentally prepare for the embarrassment and the inevitable teasing from Ilya. He knew deep down it would be worth it. By the time he got himself ready, it was past 10pm. This wasn’t surprising to Shane, Ilya likes to keep him waiting. Eventually he hears a knock at the door. He opens it to find Ilya holding both sides of the door frame. Ilya doesn’t hesitate as he starts to walk forward crowding Shane and forcing him to step back. The door slams shut behind them. ‘What have you got planned for us tonight Hollander?’ Ilya asks bluntly. He was so close Shane could feel the heat of him through both their suits. Before he could answer, Ilya’s eyes land on the bedside table. Shane blushes furiously. ‘You never told me you like Alien dick Hollander.’ Ilya smirks. ‘I don’t!’ Shane huffed. ‘Purple is just the most common colour for sex toys.’ ’How do you know that? Do you have more?’ ‘Fuck you.’ Ilya has the dildo in his hand and is examining it. ‘Is this the one?’ ’You know it is.’ Shane deadpans which makes Ilya smile wider. ‘Is smaller than me.’ ’That’s not hard, Rozanov.’ Ilya grins and Shane sighs. ‘What do you want to do with this Shane?’ Ilya is back in Shane’s face. ‘Well.. I thought, ahem, I thought we could use it. Together.’ Shane stammers. ‘Will you show me how you use it? I want to see.’ ’No I thought I’d travel with it in my hand luggage and sweat through airport security for a laugh.’ Shane says sarcastically. Ilya is quiet for a moment. ‘Take off your clothes and get on the bed Hollander.’ Shane has his tie off before Ilya has finished speaking. He likes being told what to do. Something in his brain quiets when he has an instruction or a task to focus on. It’s part of why he loves hockey. He knows exactly what is expected of him. Once Shane has got his clothes (except his socks which he keeps on) neatly piled on a chair, he turns and pushes back until he is leaning on the pillows in the middle of the bed. Shane remembers years ago when Ilya got him to masturbate in front of him in a similar position in a different hotel room as Ilya sat in a chair sipping vodka. Ilya wasn’t quite as nonchalant now however. He was sitting on the edge of the bed watching Shane with the dildo in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. Shane could tell he was excited. ’Get yourself ready.’ Ilya says softly. He takes his suit jacket off and throws it on the floor with his discarded shoes as Shane gets comfortable and rubs some lube between his fingers to warm it up. Ilya watches, his attention rapt as Shane slowly works one, then two, then three fingers into himself. Shane’s skin has started to turn rosy, and Ilya knows the blush on Shane’s face and chest will get much deeper before they’re finished with each other tonight. He pumps some lube into his hand and then hovers it over Shane’s cock. ’Do you want this?’ Shane nods in approval, then grunts when Ilya’s hand makes contact. ’You bastard. You couldn’t have warmed it?’ Ilya laughs. ‘I wanted to see you squirm.’ It doesn’t take long for Ilya’s hand to speed up, keeping pace with Shane building momentum. Suddenly, Shane is pushing Ilya away.
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