Adult Content Warning

This work could have adult content. If you continue, you have agreed that you are willing to see such content.

If you accept cookies from our site and you choose "Yes, Continue", you will not be asked again during this session (that is, until you close your browser). If you log in you can store your preference and never be asked again.

  1. Tags
    Summary

    Ilya kneels down in front of him. He looks so worried, and Shane wants to comfort him, wants to drop to his knees like a good Sub and worship him like he deserves. Ilya feels the twitch in Shane’s legs, and he presses his hands to the tops of Shane’s thighs, a firm presence that grounds him and prevents him from moving.

    “Sweetheart,” Ilya says softly. “This may be the worst drop you’ve ever had.”

    It certainly feels like the worst. He’s cold, but sweaty at the same time. His skin feels tacky and his mouth has the texture of dozens of bone dry cotton rounds, shoved under his tongue and into his cheeks. His head pounds, and his knees ache from where he hit the floor in the locker room, surrounded by so many people he used to call friends as they cursed his name, fighting the urge to spit on him while he was down. His ears ring, an unmistakable pattern of they think I fell on purpose and they know, they know, they know echoing in his mind.

    **

    Shane's been lying about his status for years, and when the Metros find out he's a Level 10 Sub in the wake of him losing to Ilya on the ice, he drops. Hard. Ilya picks up the pieces.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    10,594
    Chapters:
    2/5
    Comments:
    39
    Kudos:
    344
    Bookmarks:
    85
    Hits:
    5,874