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Rose and Shane grinned at each other as their hands went over each other's bodies. The house smelled like weed but all he could think about was the way Shane’s hands were on her.
She’s felt his lips, she’s felt his hands more times than he has. They were sharing Shane, were they? Shane and Rose apparently (He learned this from Cliff) dated a little but weren't together anymore, in Hayden's opinion it was because Rose wanted Cliff but in Cliff's opinion it's because Shane was super gay.
Not so gay to fuck Rose Landry though.
It felt like it in public at least, and when we saw the looks Rose would give him. As if he was personally attacking her, he knows they aren’t together but everything shows that they should be.
Him and Shane just fuck, that’s all they are. If Shane can drag him away from a girl, he can do it too. Right?
Ilya Rozanov felt like he was in that shitty movie predator, he felt like every time he saw Shane he would click. He wanted to pounce at him, devour him. This is why he never drinks beer, it makes him like this.
Desperate, pathetic, needy. All the things Ilya loved from Shane, but hated on himself.
For once in his life he was going to act on something instead of being so god damn lazy.
Be downed his beer before making his move, gripping Shane forearm and ripping him away. Dragging him towards the bathroom.
“What are you doing!” Shane shouted over the music, ripping his hand away from Ilya. But Ilya’s hand already went down to his waist and tugged him down the hallway of the nice (trashed) house.
“God Hollander, when the fuck did you become so sexy?” Ilya asked as he pinned him up against the sink in a random bathroom of the house party.
Ilya kissed down his neck hastily, biting down in some spots before licking a side back up to his lips.
Shane moaned into his mouth as Ilya squeezed the skin around his waist tightly, part of Shane wished it would bruise there.
“Oh, you like that?” Ilya prompted as Shane whined at the rough touch. Biting Ilya’s bottom lip for more attention.
Shane’s hands tugged at the curls on Ilya’s head, threading his fingers through the gelled hair effortlessly. He loved to take him apart.
“Fuck, Rozanov.” Shane moaned as Ilya grinded into him, lifting him onto the sink so their clothed cocks could grind together more effortlessly.
Ilya fingers found their way to the dip between his back and ass, tracing the tiger stripe stretch marks with his fingers before gripping roughly.
Shane pulled Ilya’s head back by his hair, latching his mouth onto his neck. Biting down roughly, but Shane didn’t care, he was fueled by having to watch Ilya grind against women all night.
Shane‘s #1 drunk thought is always the same: that should be me.
Instead, it was Ilya who dragged him away from dancing with Rose. Shoving him into the bathroom and pinning him in the spot he was trapped in at the moment.
Trapped is a strong word, if anything, he was right where he wanted to be.
The door flew open roughly, “Oh— shit!” A familiar voice shouted, who was it? “Shane?!”
Hayden.
“Uh.” Was all Shane couldn’t muster out, shoving Ilya away from him to the side and siding off of the sink. Trying to fix himself a little bit by smoothing out his hair.
Ilya had to hold back a laugh as he watched awkward Shane, god he was just so adorable.
Ilya’s brows furrow, Wait what? Did he seriously just think that?
“Shane, what the fuck?” Hayden asked, looking between the two. His eyes wide.
“Well— uh, Rozanov and I do this sometimes…” he redirected his eyes, maybe if he wasn’t looking at them then they would stop looking at him.
“Are you forcing him?” Pike points to Ilya, actually points.
“What?” Ilya questions puzzled, his voice sharp.
“Hayd—” Shane tried to cut in but it was no use.
“Shane, buddy it’s okay you're good now. You don’t need to listen to him.”
“He actually loves listening.” Ilya adds unhelpfully and Shane gives him a look which makes him stop.
God, he is sexy when he’s mad.
“Hayden if anything I want this more than he does,” Shane admits, rubbing his eyes with his hands to try and scrape away the moment.
“That is not true, I am the one who dragged you in here this time.”
“This time? Shane, you actually engaged with this? I thought you hated him.” Pike looked between the two a little more, “You shouldn’t do this well he's drunk.” Pike looked Ilya up and down.
“I am drunk too Pike, I’ve had more than a case of beer and forgive me if I can’t watch him grinding his fake girlfriend.” Ilya spits out before pushing past Hayden, Shane lets out a deep and angry breath once he’s gone.
“I didn’t know you were gay.” Hayden muttered and Shane rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, fucking cockblock man I swear! This is the first time he’s dragged me away like that, why’d you have to fuck it up.” Shane whined, hitting his head on the wall dramatically. “You and rose just have something against me getting laid by hot russian dudes.” he drunkenly confessed
Hayden shut the door and locked it, doing it dramatically as if to show ‘look! There’s a lock!’
Shane rolled his eyes at him, mumbling something under his breath before finally making eye contact with Hayden.
“So you guys are dating?”
Shane sighed loudly, sliding down to the floor without a second thought. “No.” He answers simply.
“Who knows about this?” Hayden asked timidly, he was scared. He was scared all these questions would just push Shane away more.
“Rose, I think Marlow— I don’t know. Not a lot of people.” He rubbed his hands through his hair once and released the breath he was holding.
He knew what Hayden was getting at, the big question.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
He took a moment before replying, “You wouldn’t approve of it.” Shane answered simply.
Hayden sighed, lowering himself down to sit against the door. “I guess you're right.” He muttered before adding on very quietly. “I’m sorry. It's not that you're gay, I do care about that, but him?”
“Hayd, I didn't know how you would react, you just accused the guy of forcing me to make out with him.” Shane gestured pathetically with his hand, Hayden went silent at the statement.
"A little bit of an over reaction, I guess.” He admitted shyly, scratching the back of his neck.
“Mmm.” Shane hummed before laughing a little.
“We aren’t dating, it’s just hookups.” He confirmed the question that was on Hayden’s mind.
“So you’ve actually done it?”
That got Shane, he laughed loudly this time, his body remembering how drunk he was. He giggled as Hayden joined in.
“Yeah, yeah real gay sex.” Shane nodded, confirming with ease. His eyes glazed over slightly at the thought of Ilya. “Very gay.” He added before smiling up to the ceiling and Hayden made a disturbed noise.
“Jacks is probably looking for me.” Hayden said, standing up with a small stumble. “I’ll see you later man. Shane,” he got his attention, Shane looked up at him.
“I love you man, you're still my best friend. Nothing will change that.”
Shane let out a breath of relief, his shoulders finally relaxed. “Thank you, love you too.” Shane gives a smile that Hayden returned before opening up the door and shutting it, leaving Shane in there.
Shane spread out his hands, looking at them as he rested them on his propped up knees. He just looked at him, biting his lip.
He let out a shaky breath as his ears finally began to pick up the noise on the other side of the bathroom door. He let his hands fall and instead put his head onto his knees in front of him.
“Fuck.” He whispered as the tears finally came, his eyes burned as his hands went to clutch his thighs. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He swore to himself quietly, he whined quietly before finally wiping his face with his hands and pulling himself to his feet.
Everything set in as his hands gripped the sink to steady himself, he looked like a wreck. He couldn’t take his eyes away, he had a fresh hickey sucked onto his neck and his hair was everywhere.
He gripped the sink as another tear rolled down his face, fuck this. He whipped his face roughly, trying to pry away the redness and tears.
Shane forced himself to leave the bathroom, pushing past people and keeping his head down. He knocked into a few people’s shoulders but tried to ignore the complaints, he needed some air.
Pushing through the crowded house he finally got out the front door, immediately being hit with the smell of smoke which wasn’t what he was searching for.
It always seems to find him.
“Ah, everything okay?” He knew it, he knew Rozanov would be out here.
Shane didn’t look at him, just moved over and put his head down. “Yeah, it’s fine. I’m gonna head out, so I’ll—”
“Shane.” Ilya cuts him off, stomping the cigarette out. “That’s littering.” Shaw mumbled but it only made Ilya grin more.
“Come back to mine, let’s go. We walk.” Ilya threw an arm around Shane’s shoulder, pulling him onto the sidewalk.
“You hate parties” Ilya commented, still having Shane tucked under his shoulder. All he did was hum, not sure where the conversation or any of this was going.
“Okay.” Ilya rolled his eyes, “Tell me what happened.” It didn’t feel like he was pressured into answering any questions, it was like Ilya genuinely wanted to know what was wrong and what happened.
Shane shrugged though, that's the best he could give.
“No.” Ilya stopped underneath a street lamp, turning Shane to face him. “Look at me.” He ordered.
Shane leaned forward and put the edge of his forehead onto Ilya's shoulder, “Nothing, it was okay.”
“Why tears then?” He was puzzled.
“Cause, it's stupid. I am scared of people knowing, and I don't care if its Hayden. And he doesn't like you so now he's judging me and he’ll tell Jackie and Jackie will tell everyone and this is my fucking nightmare–” Shane was rambling so much he didn't notice the hand placed under his chin to pull him off of Ilya. Slowly Ilya's lips touched his, cutting Shane off from his rant.
Ilya slipped his tongue into his mouth, feeling the salty tears on the Canadians face in the process. Shane's hands went down to Ilya's waist, pulling them closer as they kissed. His brain was finally silent as their tongues went together.
“So what? Everyone will know, not stupid if not stupid to us. Wake up from nightmare, I'm here.” he reassured. Neither of them were ready for the serious talk, neither of them wanted to give up what they have or the intensity of sneaking around.
This all just made Shane want him more.
“Please, fuck me?” Shane whispered on his lips as he gripped Ilya's waist desperately, clawing him to be as close as he possibly could. Ilya's face instantly spread into a wicked grin, he loved when Shane begged for him.
It was a plea, a cry for help, Ilya could always help him.
“Da.” was all he could muster up.
Ilya pulled him along to the campus by his hand, swinging it along to the song Shane started humming once their fingers were laced together. Ilya listened as Shane hummed from beside him, Shane never knew songs.
Shane basically lived under a rock.
“What is that?” Ilya asked as they made it into the campus, Shane released his hand as they began to walk to ilyas building. “What's what?” He looked around but Ilya laughed.
“The song you were humming.”
“I wasn't humming.”
“Yes you were.”
“No I wasn't."
“Shane.”
“Ilya.”
“Ugh, you are so boring.” he groaned, scanning his card and pressing the handicap button for both sets of doors.
“I am not.” Shane walked through first as Ilya bowed as a joke pretending to open up the door. All he got out of Shane was an eye roll, not a full fail though.
Luckily because it was so late no one was up, the elevators were there already. That's how Ilya saw it.
Shane saw it as such: Elevators are empty, he had 5 seconds worth floors to make out with ilya.
Ilya moaned onto Shane's lips, grabbing his hips with the same amount of force that Shane was gripping his hair at. Once the doors opened, Shane popped right off of Ilya and led the way to his dorm. He knew it by heart at this point.
“Oh wow, you are very bossy tonight, yes?” Ilya's hand makes contact with Shane's lower back as he guides him.
Shane wasn't bossy, he was never bossy. There wasn't a reason to demand something when he knows he will get it faster if he submits to Ilya.
Sometimes it’s more bratty than bossy, Ilya knows the difference. This was bratty, Shane needed something and he needed it now.
Ilya gives it every time.
Ilya unlocked the door with his key before pushing Shane into the room. He stumbled a little, but he would blame that on the small amount of alcohol in their systems and not Ilya's insane muscles.
“Mmmm, tell me what you want?” Ilya prompted him, Shane looked up at him.
“You know.” He scoffed, looking anywhere but at the man in front of him.
“Mhm, but you will be good and tell me.” His hand went down to Shane’s chin and pulled it up, forcing Shane to look at him.
“Need to get out of my head.” Shane whispered, his eyes gone wide with Ilya's domination.
Ilya smirked, leaning into Shane’s space. “Good.” He praised as their lips touched with the same softness that they had before under the streetlight.
Once Ilya got a whine out of Shane he pushed his tongue into his mouth, leading to Shane moaning and pulling him closer. “Get on your knees.” Ilya ordered, easily Shane’s favorite command.
Other than ‘turn around’ but that’s only because it’s always paired with ‘want to see your face’.
Shane slipped down to his knees with ease, nuzzling his face into Ilya bulge in his pants. “Fuck, if anyone could see you like this.”
Shane whined, his hands going up to Ilya's belt and tugging it undone, moving quickly and finally getting Ilya's cock out of his boxers.
Shane took him into his mouth with ease, sucking roughly and desperately. Shane gave sloppy, wet and messy blowjobs, it was one of his best qualities in Ilya's opinion. One of hundreds.
“Da, Hollander, like that.” He directed Shane’s head effortlessly, second nature. Ilya hummed, moaning as he got closer and closer to the edge.
“Okay, okay.” Ilya tugged him up by his hair, Shane let out a whine but allowed Ilya to tug off his shirt and begin kissing his neck. Picking Shane up by the backs of his thighs and walking him back to the bed.
“I can walk.” Shane mumbled.
“No this is better, you are very short and slow.” He threw him onto the bed and tugged off his own shirt before kicking his hands off.
Shane laid there as he watched Ilya’s muscles flex slightly in the light, a small noise came out of his throat unexpectedly but he didn’t care.
Ilya hummed as he looked down at Shane. “What do you want?” He leaned fully on top of Shane, his cock pressed against Shane’s jeans as his lips went to his neck.
“You, please.” Shane begged politely, he didn’t care about being dramatic or pathetic. All the things Ilya was scared of being, Shane did so effortlessly. Beautifully.
“Anything for you.” Ilya declared softly as his hands went down to un-button his pants. “You had a tough day?” Ilya asked softly, it was a tease, it was leading up to something.
“Mhm.” Shane whined out.
“Hayden saw my hands on you, he saw what they did to you. How I take you apart, how desperate you get for me.” He tugged down Shane’s pants fully before draping himself over Shane.
His breath hitched, Ilya’s smile grew. “You like that? You like if everyone could see you under me?”
Shane whined, his hands grabbing onto Ilya’s waist and tugging him impossibly closer.
Ilya would be happy with knowing this, sure he would. He was. None of it was true though, Shane is embarrassed of him.
Shane would rather be caught dead than grind against him at a party, or hold his hand on the campus.
This was the time he got Shane to himself, not when they were hanging out in Hayden or Cliff dorm when they acted like nothing happened between them.
Ilya reached into the side table to grab lube, Shane went to turn around. “No, you don’t get to pretend someone else is fucking you. Stay put and look at me.” Ilya hissed out to him, Shane went pale.
Ilya hummed, “I knew it.” He whispered, pulling one of Shane’s legs up once his fingers were covered. Shane threw his head back at the contact, his eyes closing as Ilya set a brutal starting pace.
He knew Shane, he knew what he could handle.
“Fuck— Ilya,” he breathed out, squirming as another finger was added.
Ilya connected their hots mouths in a open mouthed kiss,
Ilya added another finger when he deemed Shane could handle it.
He could always handle anything Ilya gave to him.
Ilya reached over to the table again with one hand, somehow ripping the condom in a way Shane wasn’t even going to question because he wasn’t paying attention that much.
Just looking at Ilya’s face as their dicks leaked together against Shane's chest. Soon enough Ilya was slowly pushing into Shane. “Fuck,” Shane moaned out, throwin his head back and his dick twitched on his chest.
“God, Hollander.” Ilya put his elbows above shaved shoulders, leaning over him and pushing his dick in fast, fluid motions.
“Eyes open, on me.” Ilya's thick voice took shame out of whatever trace he was in, His hands going up to Ilya's back and digging his claws in as he moaned. His eyes finally open, glazed over, sweeping Ilya's face.
Ilya ducks his head down, connecting their lips wetly. “Is okay?” He checks in and Shane can only nod, his hands raking down Ilya's back, stinging with pleasure that painfully is going to leave scratches until at least tomorrow.
“Fuck, please, please please. God, ILYA, Fuck– i need you!” He blabbered out, ilya kissed his forehead before sitting up. Taking a firm hold on Shane's hips and pulling him over and over again onto his dick.
“Fuck, Look at me. See who does this to you?”
“You do.” Shane manages to get out, his arms folding above his head as he arches his back happily. He whined as Ilya's grip tightened, pleasure shooting down every part of his body and pooling into his stomach.
“Mm gonna cum Ilya, Fuck– Please please.” He begged helplessly, not ashamed of how he acted or anything of the sort. It caused Ilya's stomach to pool with heat too.
“I did this, i did– fuck you can come Shane. Come for me.” He ordered as his hips spread up faster. Shane clenched around him as he shouted out a breathy ‘thank you’. Ilya slowed as he spilled into the condom, catching his breath as he came to a full stop.
Ilya envied Shane Hollander, The boy had his whole life figured out. He would play hockey into his 40’s probably, Ilya will have to retire around 30 with gymnastic’s.
Ilya envied Shane Hollander, The boy had his whole life figured out. He would play hockey into his 40’s probably, Ilya will have to retire around 30 with gymnastic’s.
Marly:
8:43am
Are you with Shane?
Rose is looking for him
Ilya looked next to him, Shane laid there. They never sleep this late together, ilya always woke up early.
8:45am
Yes
He's with me
8:45am
Okay
How's that going?
Have you guys talked yet?
8:46am
Have you talked to Rose?
8:46am
Fair enough
Hayd found out i heard, it will be okay
I bet your freaking out
8:46am
Oh
I am a little, but i will not show
Shane needs comfort
I comfort
Then he leaves me and we kiss goodbye and i think about him rest of day
Very fun marly, so fun.
8:47am
That not good a feeling man
He probably doesn't even notice you being whipped
8:49am
Like the cream?
I am not whipped cream Marley
You know this?
8:50am
No dude
Like, in love with him
Hopelessly in love
You have such bad love eyes
8:55am
No.
Shut up.
Ilya set his phone down, shimmying down into his bed more. Careful to not disturb the boy who he was not in love with.