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The Centaurs were about to play against the New York Admirals.
The energy in the locker room was what some would only describe as chaotic. Someone was playing some trashy EDM music and the most important discussion taking place at the moment was about where they would go after based on how the game went.
Shane for one, had no interest in even imagining losing this game, so he was content staying out of that conversation, scrolling through some emails he had filed away to read later. He could hear his husband yell at the others (mostly out of excitement), laughing boisterously at whatever Troy and Bood were saying, keeping the morale high like he usually did.
“Hollander, was the butter beer not the best thing you have had? Tell these idiots the truth” he called out.
“Yeah it was good” he replied back, distracted, trying to get through the email he was reading. He waited for Ilya to gleefully exclaim “hah, I told you” before continuing “If you like to pretend vanilla coke with ice-cream is beer”.
He heard the gasp of disbelief Ilya let out at the same time, Luca, who had been silently scribbling something onto his notepad, snorted out loud. He caught the knee pad before it hit him.
“You will pay for this Shanya” he growled playfully, before turning to Luca. “Luca baby, dont get influenced by Hollander, he is old.”
“What does being old even have to do with-” Shane interrupted.
“You are a good boy, You will support your captain against these lunatics, yes?”
Shane watched in delight as his baby’s cheeks flushed bright red at the words and he nodded. “Yeah it was actually, um, pretty good” he said softly.
“Mm, that is why I love you” was all Ilya said before returning to his conversation, moving on to googling the next possible bar.
He was glad moments like these were so easily accepted in this room. When they had come out to the team, all of them had been nervous. Being husbands on the same team was different, but being a throuple on the same team, while one of them was the captain was a grey area, meaning they had no idea what to expect from the team. It took a while for everyone to fully accept it, but once they did, Shane was breathing easier. Hiding had been hard, hard for Luca, and harder for them both, because they couldn't show their affection outside of their little bubble at home. And now, watching Ilya so casually say ‘I love you’ to Luca in front of the team, and nobody batting an eyelash, he was suddenly overwhelmed with gratitude. He could blame it on the pre-game anxiety later.
“Love you baby” he said softly, moving to sit next to him. He gently ran his hand through his hair, watching as he repeated the words, blush still prominent on his cheeks.
“Bro, you’re fucking adorable you know that?” Young commented from next to them, ruffling Luca’s hair before walking into the heated discussion on the other side of the room. He heard a muffled “He’s mine”, followed by “Yeah we all know he’s yours Cap put the fucking sword down”
When Shane was finally done reading his last email, the conversation had moved onto discussing the other team, and he walked to sit down next to where Ilya was leaving against his stall.
“We should be more worried about the rookie, Williamson. He has been very impressive all season” He chimed in, already pulling up the stats on his phone.
The discussion got serious, everyone offering their own takes on the team they were facing tonight, before it fizzled out into fooling around, which it usually did. Serious conversations usually lasted like 10 minutes here.
“Heard he’s gay too, papped with a fucking movie star already”
A few ‘wow’ and ‘woah’ echoed across the room, everyone nodding, mostly impressed. Shane remembered his own ‘papped with a movie star’ story and internally cringed. He was just getting over that thought when, Ilya perked up and smiled deviously.
“I know what we should do”
He used his right hand to tug Shane closer.
“We will invite him to drinks tonight, then I will flirt with him a little and when he is charmed by me, like everyone else, I will convince him to make his team loose and support our team”
A few people groaned.
“He is dating a movie star Rozy, why the fuck would you charm him?” Bood laughed.
“Ah rookies love me, Luca will tell you.” A pause “Also, I am sexy Captain, all I have to do is buy him a drink and then brush past him sexily, then he will..what you say” he snapped his fingers “fall head over heels for me”.
Everyone around them fell into laughter at the ridiculousness of it, but what caught Shane’s attention was the way Luca’s head had snapped up from whatever he was doing, eyes narrowing at their direction. Ilya, on the other hand, was oblivious to the effect it was having on their boyfriend, and continued, basking in the reaction of their audience.
“Whats it take to get him to retire early, Cap? A magical kiss?” Wyatt hollered from his left.
“Oh good idea, I am very good kisser”
“Easy Wyatt, dont piss Shane off” Troy warned him, huffing a laugh.
Shane just raised both his hands in indifference, before saying “Its not me you need to worry about” and gesturing at Luca, who had kept his notebook aside and was still glaring at them.
Troy just laughed.
“Luca, my sweet summer child is too sweet to be threatening, Hollander. We know who is the bossy one in your- hey! I was drinking that!” Wyatt yelled out in surprise as his bottle was smacked out of his hand by an infuriated Luca, who didnt even stop as he walked towards his Captain.
Shane watched as Luca slammed Ilya into the wall before roughly grabbing his face, squishing his cheeks in the process. He breathed in angry breaths as he just waited for a few seconds, eyes roaming over his face, from lips to his eyes and back down to his lips. Then, he tilted his face away in his grip as he leaned down to bite down on his neck.
“Luca baby, fuck-” he gasped out, hand skating up his back before tangling in his hair, holding on as Luca continued to maul his neck. Shane watched as his breaths got quicker and eyes fell shut as Luca took his own sweet time marking his neck (in a very visible spot at that). He briefly remembered that the team was there, but he was too entranced by the view in front of him to care. He was sure the rest of them were also rendered speechless by what was happening in this room.
When he was done, Luca bought Ilyas face back to face him and crashed his lips onto his. His left hand stayed framing Ilya’s cheeks and he used the right to lean against the wall as he drove his whole body into kissing him, something hot and dominating that Ilya often does to them. When they broke apart, Luca leaned in very close. He used the grip on his face to shake it a little before growling, “ You are mine. Is that clear?”
Ilya’s eyes were wide with arousal and he just gasped out, “Ofcourse baby, I was just-”
“Uh-uh, I want to hear you say it” he squeezed his face a little tighter.
And then, Ilya Hollander-Rozanov, full-time menace, actually whimpered out loud.
“Fuck! I am yours baby. Only yours.”
Luca let out a harsh breath before loosening his hold and caressing Ilya’s cheek. He placed a soft kiss on his lips before leaning in to whisper something only Ilya and Shane, who was sitting close to them could hear, “This isnt over, sir.” he kissed his ear playfully before continuing “You will walk out there and sit through the entire game with my mark sitting bright and red, maybe that will remind you who you belong to”. He patted his chest once, and smiled. “Good, love you!”
For the third time tonight, Ilya had nothing to say except a whispered “fuck”.
Shane was still watching Luca, mesmerized. He watched as the latter leaned down and slightly straddled him before sucking at his collarbone. He just held onto his neck, eyes closed at the sensation it bought up. He came back up to kiss his on the lips softly. “And you are mine too.”
Shane would rather jump into a freezing water than ever say no to that.
”Always” he replied.
Satisfied, Luca patted his cheek softly, before walking back to his stall and picking up his notebook, going back to sketching like he hadnt just rocked their (And honestly the rest of the team’s) world upside down and sideways.
After a few seconds of silence and Ilya staring at Luca like he wanted to jump him, or have him jump himself, he cleared his throat and declared, “I will not be flirting to save our team anymore, you fuckers will just have to play better than the star playter rookie, who I will not be talking to at all” He raised his eyebrows, glancing at Luca, who just smirked at him.
Wyatt just laughed before picking up his bottle and walking to water filter to refill it.
“Wow who knew Haas was so possessive, all the best Rozy!”
“Huh, now I know I can go to two separate people to complain about you next time you piss me off”. Luca really has you wrapped around his little finger, this is the best day ever” Troy added playfully, getting up from his own stall to start getting changed.
“Shut up Troy, this is all your fault. If you hadnt insisted I use my flirting skills to help us win, this would have been avoided”
“I didnt even-, you were the one who- “ a deep breath, “okay fuck you Rozanov, you-”
“Ah yes okay, apology accepted. Lets get geared up boys, we have to make Scott Hunter and his boys cry tonight because of the score difference okay?” He exclaimed.
Everyone cheered, and the room moved on.
As they were about to file out, Luca leaned in to whisper to them, “was that okay? Sorry if I-”
“Shh Zaychik, it was perfect and very hot. I am waiting for the rest of my lesson” Ilya winked at him, before patting his face lovingly and walking to the front.
“It was perfect baby” Shane whispered, from behind him, knocking their helmets together as he walked past him, following Ilya.
Luca might have briefly planned out exactly what he was going to do once they get home, and giggled internally when he heard Young, a few people down, say “Did I just see sweet summer child Luca manhandle Ilya Rozanov into submission?”
The next day, as they all meet at the lobby to board their bus, Shane watched as Troy’s eyes almost bulged out of their sockets at the sight of the trio.
Ilya and Shane were both donning a necklace of hickeys. He should not have been surprised but well. Shane knew what it looked like, but for one of the first few times in his life, he could not get himself to care. They had a possessive little boyfriend who got ferocious at the mere thought of someone else with them. They were made for each other.
And if he notices some of the team members double-take at the handcuff marks around Ilya’s wrists, he doesn't say anything.