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Shane is, of course, out of his element. Ilya knows this. But Shane is also intrigued, and willing. So he starts doing some research.
Some time has gone by, so Harris finds a quiet moment with Ilya and asks, “is Shane still in?”
“When Shane decides to do something, he avoids embarrassment and discomfort by planning and research.” Ilya is almost smirking with humor. “He is planning and researching.”
“How do you plan for something like this?”
“That is a whole different fetish, Harris. I’m not ready to share that one with you.”
In early February, Ilya finds a private lake house to rent in Pembroke, outside of the city, thinking that a neutral location would be more comfortable than any of their homes. It’s a small house, but very private, with a garage converted to a game room and three bedrooms. Shane had wanted one room for their sexcapade, but separate ones to sleep in later, in case it was weird. It was the least Ilya could do to help with his comfort.
Shane and Ilya arrive at the rental in the afternoon. Harris and Troy have already arrived and are sitting in front of the wood stove in the living room when they come in. Harris has dominoes out, building a curving track set to tip. He has water to drink for everyone. Shane sits and joins in the dominoes building, putting on his glasses. Ilya sits in an armchair to the side.
Harris is nervous about his fantasy, he wants to make sure no one is feeling pressured. “Troy are you still okay with the idea of this fantasy set up? The rental, the hook up, another hockey player… um?”
Troy looks at Harris and his eyes say, for you, any indulgence. “Yeah, I’m down.” He looks over at Shane.
Harris is less sure about Shane. “Are you okay Shane? With this adventure? It’s not too weird for you?” He waves his hand at the house, the living room, the four of them.
Shane looks up from where he’s helping build the domino wall, eyes Harris over the top of his glasses, “you don’t think i have years and years of experience showing up at random secret locations to have uncommitted fantasy sex with a professional hockey player?”
Ilya spits out his water.
Troy snorts.
Harris knocks over all the dominoes.
Harris, “well, that’s kind of definitive.”
“I’m going to have to look to a whole different set of experiences to bring to this party.” Troy says, still choking back a laugh. “I didn’t fully realize until this moment the extent of your sexual resume, Shane.”
”He is full of surprises,” Ilya says, adoring Shane’s commitment to the fantasy.
Harris’ mouth is clamped shut to contain his reaction, but his eyebrows are sky high. He starts setting up the dominoes again.
Harris and Shane quietly rebuild the domino trail until they run out of blocks. Troy has gotten up and is standing at the counter, putting on a playlist to the rental’s speakers. Harris gets up and goes to the other side of the counter, by the refrigerator.
He’s wanting to break the ice somehow. “Um, well, Should I get beer out? Mixed drinks?”
Shane looks at Troy, stands up. “If we need beer, we shouldn’t be doing this.”
Harris looks worried.
Shane walks purposefully, almost predatorily over. Troy stands up a little straighter as he approaches, because Shane’s look is smoke. He puts both hands on Troy’s face and kisses him, hot and filthy. He pulls back and looks at Troy again, one hand still on his surprised face.
“Do you want this, Troy?”
Troy levels a long, speculative stare. His tongue traces the place where Shane’s lips just roamed. Troy turns his head to look at Harris at the other end of the counter.
Harris is caught fanning himself with one hand, dramatically in his joyful way, and shifting his pants with the other. Troy’s face turns to an incandescent smile that transforms him into Adonis and he turns it back to Shane. Shane inhales and steps back like he’s sort of stunned by it.
“Pretty fucker” Ilya mumbles.
Troy’s beautiful face becomes sultry as he looks right at Shane. “Game Fucking ON.“ Troy growls, reaching out to Shane’s hips and leaning in, ready to return the filthy kiss.
Shane stops it with a hand to Troy’s chest. Stands up a little more formally. “So my understanding here is that we are creating the adventurous sexual history that Harris imagines you deserve?”
“You deserve it, too, Shane.” Ilya adds.
Troy’s eyes flick to Harris, who looks, frankly, like he’s run a mile, he’s breathing so hard. “Yeah. Adventurous sexual backstory.” Troy says.
“And we’re both - we’re ALL - okay with the ground rules; it’s for fun, no follow up expectations. And our partners promote and support this one time fun, no blame, no second guessing, no assigning motives beyond fun?”
“Yes,” says Troy, then Ilya, then - squeaking - Harris.
“All right then. Let’s hook up.” Shane takes his hand off Troy’s chest. His demeanor changes. He leans on the counter and tells Harris, “Bartender. Another soda water with lime for me, and whatever Hot Stuff here is having.”
He looks Troy over from head to toe and back. Then he leans suggestively toward Troy. “I’m Shane.”
Troy picks up on the role playing immediately. He smiles his megawatt smile. “Troy.”
“Like, Helen of? The face that could launch a thousand ships?” Sexy half grin, Shane nods in appreciation. “I can see that.”
“Oh my god.” Harris squeals and gets the waters.
Ilya licks his lips slowly. This Shane is sexy AF. Somebody’s research paid off.
Troy leans in, looks silky, “so, what brings you to Pembroke?”
“Self actualization retreat.”
“Oh yeah?” An eyebrow goes up. “What are you trying to unlock?”
“A healthy sense of fantasy.” Shane leaves his mouth slightly open like he’s distracted from saying more, for a moment. His eyes drift to Troy’s chest, and then mouth.
“And you?” He says, finally. “What brings you here?”
Troy grins and his eyebrows shrug. “I think I’m here just to meet you. I forget whatever it was that I might have been thinking when I made the reservation.”
Shane chuckles. “That was easier than I thought. Guy that looks like you, didn’t expect you’d be a sure thing. Seems like you’ve got options.”
Troy reaches out and traces Shane’s lower lip with his thumb. “Sometimes the options are easy to evaluate.”
The same song comes on the playlist that was playing at the club where they had shared the dance that started this whole fantasy for Harris. Troy’s head comes up when he realizes it. He starts dancing. Pulls in Shane by the hips. They both smile, getting into the vibe they had at the club. They kiss while dancing.
When the song ends, they turn back to the counter and take a slow drink from their glasses.
“You got plans tonight?” Troy purrs.
Shane grins on one side of his mouth, looking at Troy’s blue eyes. “I do now.”
Troy flicks his chin at ilya. “You with him?” Ilya sits up straight in the chair.
Shane looks over at ilya, grins, looks back. “Naw, He’s with me.” Shane pauses, shrugs one shoulder. “If we want him. Or he can watch.“
Ilya chokes with his own surprise. Shifts in his chair.
”This is much hotter than I thought it would be,” Ilya mumbles, “And I thought it would be very hot.”
Harris bounces.
They kiss again, and hands explore backs and asses. It’s hungry. Their eyes are open, testing, teasing. Measuring. Provoking. Exploring.
Troy pulls back, and with a husky voice asks, “Do you want to keep pretending that we’re here for the music and dancing or…”
Shane doesn’t hesitate. “I’ve got a room.” Like he’s said it a hundred times before.
Troy lets go of him and turns to go, “bring your friend,” he says over his shoulder, and winks. “He can watch.” He pulls off his shirt and drops it on the floor, flexing his back as he walks to the rear of the house and the large bedroom.
Shane steps after him, pulling off his shirt and carefully folding it and placing it on the dresser in the room when he gets there.
Harris and Ilya look at each other, then grab chairs from the dining room and follow.
- -
Afterwards, after Troy bangs his head on the headboard saying, “Holy shit that was good,” and Shane just exhales, “yeah, it was,” as he looks at his husband, then they look back at each other and laugh.
“Bucket List,” Troy says.
”Yours, or Harris’s?”
”I’m going to just add that to my list so I can cross it off now.”
Shane laughs again. “Good idea. Same.”
Harris comes out to the living room and sees the domino trail he had built with Shane. He smiles, and flicks one end. The dominoes all tumble in the line, around the corners to the very end.
”Perfect.” Harris murmurs. “That was perfect.”
Three pairs of eye behind him crinkle in happiness.
They have dinner, finally, and those drinks Harris had brought, staying up late into the night in the game room playing air hockey and pool .
It’s surprisingly - and also not surprisingly - congenial, fraternal. Troy and Shane had fun. Actual fun. They laugh about how good they made each other feel. And how hot it was to put their partners out of control. Which they were - the clean-up was not confined to the two in the bed.
Ilya is impressed by Shane’s pickup game. He’s never seen him like that. He’s thinking how fun it will be to think about it when they are together alone. Maybe he needs to arrange more opportunities for ‘planning.’ He can’t keep his hands off this sexy guy that just picked up Troy Barrett at a bar and took him to bed.
Harris can hardly contain himself and sighs about eleventy-fifty times. He watched Troy have fun that would add a delightful spice and a confidence that Troy didn’t think he needed - but he really did deserve. He hopes that everything Troy had told him about worrying that he ‘might do things wrong in bed’ because of his inexperience would be well and truly out of his head forever. His hands are all over Troy, and Troy looks at him like he hung the moon.
“And hey, cheers, it’s Groundhog Day”
—-
Next year, someone in the locker room asks someone else, “What are you doing for the day off tomorrow?” And gets the reply “Well, it’s Groundhog day so, same old same old, right?”
…. And three pairs of eyes connect.
Three mouths smirk.
Wyatt notices. He wishes he hadn’t. It’s not fair. He does not need to know this.