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It began, like many things do, with a game of Truth or Dare.
Of course, the thing between Shane and Ilya had begun long before, the summer before rookie season. But that particular development started with a snow storm that kept the Ottawa Centaurs in a hotel for one more night. No more games to play for a few days afterwards. They were all hoping to be home, luxuriating in a few days of rest with their partners, but they were in a fancy hotel in Colorado, stuck because of the snow.
Ilya Rozanov was a great captain. So he had managed to get his hand on some good alcohol (although it was not Russian vodka), some decent mixers and a few sets of cards. And he had invited everyone in the room he shared with Shane Hollander.
They were married and playing for the same team and they got to share a hotel room, every time. No more sneaking around. No more missing each other for months when schedules didn’t align. Just the two of them, waking up together every day.
But tonight Ilya wanted to share some time with the team. He wanted to see the group of guys that he played with for years now and had come to like. He didn’t want them to be alone in their own rooms, gloomily waiting to get home.
Most of the guys came by for one drink, one game of cards — there was one game of poker among the older guys and one of Rich man poor man among those who had no desire to bet or think too hard. Soon enough, though, the group got smaller.
There was Ilya and Shane of course, then Troy, Zane Boodram and Wyatt. Luca Haas was also hanging around, the only younger player in the group, but nonetheless warmly welcomed. Usually LaPointe would have hung around as well, but he was calling his girlfriend — and probably taking advantage of the room he shared with Luca currently being empty. The defence pair of Evan Dykstra and Nick Chouinard concluded the starting six, but they had been talking among themselves for the past 30 minutes and left when the room started to empty.
“Let’s play Never have I ever,” Wyatt said, because he was like that. A bit young in spirit and not holding his three glasses of vodka soda very well.
“Sure,” Dykstra said.
“No, no,” Ilya replied. “Never have I ever is boring American game. Let’s play truth or dare. That’s international, right ?”
“Oh, yes !” Luca said.
Everyone else agreed in turn. Shane was silent, tucked under Ilya’s arm as they both sat on the bed. The others were spread between the floor, the desk chair and the desk itself.
“Shane ?” Ilya asked softly.
“Yeah, sure,” he nodded. “I don’t mind.”
“All right,” Ilya clapped his hands. “Take a glass, everyone. Truth or dare, everyone in turn. You do it then you ask someone else. If you don’t do the thing, you drink.”
“Drink how much ?” Luca asked.
“Until I’m satisfied,” Ilya replied, dismissive.
“Uhm…” the rookie started, suddenly looking around like he just realized he was the only younger guy around. “Maybe I should…”
“Don’t worry, kid,” Bood said. “We know you’re a lightweight.” The old froward has a special paternal tone, making him sound reassuring while keeping the tone light and outwardly mocking. He was amazing with the rookies. Ilya should start to study, for when he got too old for his current “vibe”, perhaps. Luca nodded and asked for a refill of his drink.
“So, who starts ?” Wyatt asked as Ilya mixed appropriate amounts of vodka into ginger ale for both Luca and Shane.
“Shane ?” Troy offered.
“Right,” Shane said, standing up straighter and getting his mind back in the room. “Uh… Bood. Truth or dare ?”
“Truth,” he replied easily. He was draped across the armchair, feet on one side and back against an armrest.
“Who’s the guy you like the least in the team ?”
“Of course you would go for hockey, Hollzy !” Troy complained. “Nothing fun ?”
But Bood had sat up, looking like he was challenged. Looked at his drink, maybe considering avoiding answering.
“What ? Why are you looking like that ?” Wyatt asked. “It’s not like we gotta love everyone even in the Centaurs.”
“Who’s it for you, then ?” Bood asked.
“Bobby, of course” Everyone looked at him, some looking almost offended.
“I can’t believe you’re talking shit about our goalie,” Troy added.
“I am your goalie ! And my backup is fucking cocky,” Wyatt added, hands up in the air.
“Anyways, answer the question, Bood !”
Silence for a moment.
“What’s the problem about ?” Luca asked softly. For a rookie he was fucking brave. Perhaps the two drinks he had already had helped.
“I got the A ten years ago and I never took it off. I’ve been holding this team together when we were shit,” Bood sighed. “Now Roz’s captain but…”
“I get it,” Shane said. Ilya smiled, knowing his boyfriend was maybe not the most socially talented but he knew how to use a stupid drinking game to get information on the team. Shane would never miss an opportunity to get better at hockey, to fix the vibes he had been sensing for a few weeks already.
“It’s Martin. There’s nothing obvious but we just don’t clic, I guess.”
Shane met Bood’s eyes straight on and nodded once. Ilya looked at Shane in turn, knowing they were going to debrief that later. If the guy Bood hated the most was on his line…
“Well, that was fucking strange,” Troy said, clapping his hands. “Hollanov, stop doing your weird telepathy thing. Bood ?”
The guy in question pointed at Ilya.
“Dare,” Ilya said.
“Kiss someone who isn’t Hollander.”
Ilya jerked back, like he hadn’t thought of that, although it was the most classic dare ever. He had been in this exact situation many times before, in the same hotel rooms with a similar team of players. He hadn’t been in a committed relationship, much less had his husband watching on.
“Come on,” Shane said. “Show them how good I have it !”
Oh, yes, Shane was tipsy. But he wasn’t drunk, and Ilya saw honesty in his eyes. And it wasn’t like Ilya hadn’t kissed many people while being in love with Shane. He stood up, all lethal grace, charm dialled up. He didn’t let it out often now, this flirty and audacious playboy side of him. He didn’t need to charm women in random clubs or preen for his teammates to know he could pull. It felt good, fun like the old times.
He walked up to Troy, choosing someone who was gay and wouldn’t freak out being kissed by a gay man. The kiss was short, if not chaste. Ilya opened his mouth, not one to back down on a dare. Someone groaned, perhaps finding it ridiculous, perhaps finding it hot.
Troy kept it PG rated and soon enough Ilya pulled away, all smug satisfaction. Shane had been watching, his eyes dilated. Jealous, perhaps ? Or simply turned on ?
Ilya sat back down next to his Shane, putting an arm over his shoulders to claim him again.
“Troy,” he said. “Truth or dare ?”
“Truth. I already did your dare !”
Ilya laughed, letting his head fall back. Yeah, he also had drunk quite a bit.
“What’s the freakiest shit you’ve done in bed ?”
“Man, I’m not spilling tea on Harris ! No, mate, not doing that one,” Troy said and promptly finished his drink.
“Well, you didn’t have to tell us who it was with !” Wyatt said.
“Why, is Harris the one who wants to try freaky shit ?” Bood started, sounding like he was fishing for information but still joking.
“Luca,” Tory said before anyone could press on.
“Yeah ?” Luca said, looking up at them from his seat on the ground. “Oh, truth,” he said after a moment of scrutiny from the others. He looked like he had forgotten he was included in the game. Like a puppy or a child, someone who watched from below and was never truly included. That was not how Ilya felt about the younger man. He wanted to involve him. He was glad he had stayed.
“Huuum…” Troy thought. “Which hockey player did you jerk off to ?”
“What ?” Luca said, tensing up even though he didn’t move from his sprawled position.
“You heard him,” Wyatt laughed. The goalie took another sip of his drink, looking at Haas with high expectations.
The rookie mumbled something under his breath. Ilya was frowning, not sure how OK he would be with a question about liking men so soon after he had let it slip that he was bisexual at team dinner. But he was sure that Luca wouldn’t want to make a big deal of his sexuality anyways.
“Speak up, kid,” Bood said. Luca obeyed, perhaps automatically at Bood’s tone of voice.
“Hollander,” he said, red in the face. The others whooped, Troy clapping Shane on the back. “And…” Luca continued.
“And ?” Troy said, playing up his surprise.
“And Rozanov. The CCM photoshoot.”
“Oh my God !” Ilya shouted. “I knew it ! We are the hottest hockey players ever, love !” He kissed Shane, tasting the ginger from his lips. Shane stayed close after they stopped kissing, tilting his head back on Ilya’s shoulder.
“Sorry, I mean… I don’t know if…” Luca said to both of them, turning towards the couple but not meeting their eyes. Ilya waved his hand but Luca looked at Shane.
“It’s… I mean….” Shane said. “It’s.. of course it’s weird, but you know. I’d rather it’s me than Scott Hunter.” Ilya laughed at the mention of Hunter. Haas nodded, grateful.
“All right, who hasn’t gone…” Luca said, glad to change the subject. “Ah, Wyatt !”
“Dare,” the goalie said.
“Do the best stretch you know.”
“Best as in…” Wyatt leered. Ilya whistled, letting it be known what kind of ‘best’ he wanted. Luca nodded, already red in the fact again. The goalie dropped into a split, before changing it to a front split and bending his upper body so his ass was to the room.
“Hum, much better without goalie pads,” Troy said suggestively.
“Do the one Shane likes !” Ilya said. Wyatt pretended to be oblivious for a moment :
“Which one ? Hollzy, come demonstrate !”
“Nu-uh, it’s your dare !”
Wyatt rolled his eyes but dropped into the stretch, hips spread, shoulders down and ass up. Everyone laughed. Bood slapped his ass easily, all for show. Like it was expected, but not like a chore. Like the practices where he took a shot at the goalie without any real force. Wyatt laughed and stood up.
“Shane,” the goalie asked.
“Truth.”
“First guy you ever fucked ?”
“Ilya,” Shane replied immediately.
“Come on !” Luca said. “That was obvious !”
“Troy,” Shane asked before anything else could be said about how obvious he was.
“First guy you ever fucked,” he continued when Troy asked for a truth.
“Shane !” Ilya said “You’re so boring !”
“You know you love boring,” Shane laughed and Ilya was forced to kiss him.
“Didn’t you play truth or dare in juniors ?” Bood started to mock Shane as well.
“Like fooled around or like fucked ?” Troy interrupted.
“Dick in ass, Barrett,” Ilya added, shameless as always. He was still holding Shane’s was it. Troy blushed, hesitated for a moment, before blurting quickly:
“Adrian Delacruz.”
“No ! No no no !” Hazes protested.
“The actor ?” Bood asked, disbelieving. Troy nodded, now almost unsure of himself.
“Your first lay was Captain America ?” Wyatt asked, his tone rising.
“First gay one, yeah.”
“Fuck me,” Wyatt said. “Troy you are so fucking lucky. You fucked a superhero and didn’t even tell the whole world. This is on the level of Shane fucking Rose Landry when he’s not even straight !”
“All right,” Ilya said testily, touchy about Rose as always. Shane smiled and put his hand on Ilya’s tight. Ilya wondered if him being jealous didn’t turn Shane on, at least a bit.
“Bood !” Troy asked, knowing it would be smart to move from the topic.
“Dare,” the man replied, finishing a sip from his drink.
“Show us the last porn you watched.”
“Why is everyone going at sex stuff tonight ?”
“Isn’t that like the concept of truth or dare ?” Luca asked.
“Even the kid knows this, Bood !” Ilya laughed.
Bood unlocked his phone diligently. Wyatt bent from his perch up on the desk to look over his shoulder.
“Why are you opening your text… Right. The last time you watched porn you sent it to your wife ?” Bood laughed as he apparently scrolled up the texts he shared with his wife.
“Giving us good ideas,” Bood said as he clicked on the link.
“Porn is such a bad representation of hetero sex…” Wyatt started, before seeing the website that opened. “Nevermind.”
“What’s it ?” Troy asked, finally pulling himself up from his seat. He looked at the screen then started laughing loudly. Bood and Wyatt joined him, falling into booming laughs.
“What ?” Ilya asked, not having bothered to move. The three men were laughing too hard to answer, so Bood turned his phone towards the others.
“Lesbian porn?” Ilya said loudly and Shane and Luca joined the general hilarity.
It took them a minute to stop laughing, then they each got back to a spot to sit down and took a sip of their respective drinks.
Suddenly Bood raised an eyebrow and smiled like he had had a genius idea.
“Hollzy ?”
“Dare.”
“Get naked,” he said with a wide smile.
“What ?” Shane sat up straight, clearly surprised.
“What ?” Ilya asked as well. He put a hand over Shane’s shoulders, protective.
“We’ve seen you plenty naked,” Luca piped up.
“You just want to be allowed to look, Haas,” Troy mocked and Luca promptly lowered his face again. Bood gave Troy a stern look not to mess with the poor kid.
“OK,” Shane said.
“What ?” Ilya said again, louder this time.
“I mean…” Shane said, clearly not asking for permission from Ilya, but somehow still unsure. Still wondering if maybe that was going too far. Ilya grabbed him before he could stand up, bringing their heads together.
“I don’t mind,” Ilya whispered. “You do what you want, OK ? As long as you’re comfortable.”
“You tell me if there’s a line,” Shane whispered back. “I don’t want this to be an issue.”
It wasn’t really like Shane to be the most adventurous, to try something Ilya wouldn’t have, but Ilya knew he could be jealous. He was glad for the reassurance.
“Same for you, all right ?” Ilya whispered in return. He’d been known to sleep around and he knew Shane sometimes felt bad about that. Like Ilya must be missing women, missing clubbing, missing sleeping around. Ilya didn’t miss anything, of course, but he didn’t want to add to Shane’s worries.
The three other men were watching on as they whispered, perhaps a bit awkwardly.
Shane finally stood up, taking off his shirt first. Bood whistled, of course. Wyatt shouted some encouragement as Shane dropped his pants next, then everyone laughed as he folded both items. Finally, he took off his underwear. He was natural, like this was the locker room and he wasn’t just putting on a show for a dare. It made the fact that they got to watch even sweeter. It gave the moment a charm, like something stolen, like the moments Shane and Ilya used to steel in hotel rooms like this one. Like the first shower they had shared, at that fateful CCM photoshoot.
Ilya stood up, grabbing Shane’s hand to spin him around and he went willingly, laughing at his partner’s antic. Then they sat back down and Ilya went in for a strong kiss, all pretence of appropriateness forgotten. As they finally separated, he turned to the room, his hand still on the back of Shane’s neck.
“Mine, yes ?” He said, although he was smiling. It was just a game. He needed to show both how he didn’t mind playing, didn’t mind Shane getting naked or kissing people or whatever the next dare would be. Shane grabbed a pillow to cover his crotch, to laughs from the everyone else. It was clear what exactly he needed to conceal.
Then Shane made eye contact with Wyatt, who asked for a truth.
“Have you ever had a threesome ?”
“Oooh, hot !” Luca said enthusiastically. Perhaps he was starting to get a bit drunk, but Ilya loved seeing him so carefree.
“Yes,” Wyatt simply replied.
“Come on, man, details !” It was Ilya this time.
“Yeah, man,” Bood added when the goalie only shrugged. “Was it with Lisa ?
“Yeah, it was so hot. Lisa loved it. I was sleeping with that girl in Toronto and I kept telling her about how hot she was so when Lisa came to visit me…”
“Wait ! You were sleeping with another girl ?”
“I have permission from Lisa. We’re all good.”
“Permission ?” Ilya shouted, surprised. “You are the most married man in this team, Hazy ! What do you mean ?”
“Hey !” Bood said.
“Lisa did her residency halfway across the continent from me and even now I’m on the road all the time. We agreed I could do whatever if she wasn’t there. She knows I love her.”
“See, Bood ? Lisa’s more secure. That makes Wyatt the most married guy.”
“Aren’t we the most married ?” Shane asked.
“Of course, my love,” Ilya immediately backtracked, going in to kiss Shane.
“Anyways,” Wyatt said, clearly asking the two of them to cut off the sappiness. “Ilya ?”
“Truth,” the man in question said, finally backing away from Shane. By all of two inches.
“Who bottoms more often?”
“Wyatt ! That was a stupid question !” Troy argued
“No it wasn’t !”
“Yes it was ! It’s fucking obvious !”
“If it’s so obvious you tell me !”
“It’s Shane,” Troy and Luca answered at the same time. Ilya started laughing out loud while Shane buried his face in his hands. He must be very glad he had taken a pillow to cover himself because he shifted uncomfortably, clearly hard.
“Sit, well I look like an idiot now,” Wyatt swore with a laugh.
“Ask something else,” Troy asked
“Who’s submissive then ?”
Ilya checked with Shane first. His husband nodded.
“In bed ? Shane. But outside… what do the young people say ? He walks me like a dog ?”
“But that doesn’t have to be because I’m a bottom,” Shane added, in case the straight guys were confused.
“Except it is,” Ilya smiled. “My little slut.”
Luca’s mouth was now hanging open. Shane was still very much naked from the previous dare and his blush went all the way down his chest. He looked beautiful flustered.
“Truth or dare?” Wyatt asked Ilya again.
“That’s not the order of the game,” he protested.
“I don’t give a fucking shit,” Wyatt replied.
“Dare,” Shane said. He smiled his secret, sexy smile that only Ilya usually got to see.
“That was for Ilya.”
“I know,” Shane said. “But it’s going to involve me, isn’t it ?” He had the smile he only wore on the ice, and even so only rarely. The one that was a challenge, a boast. A hunter seeing his prey rush into a trap. Bood laughed.
“So I’m giving him permission,” Shane continued.
“I see the dog comment now,” Luca said. Before turning bright red, like he hadn’t meant to say that aloud.
“Woof,” Ilya went. Everyone laughed and he took a smug drink of his glass, now shared with Hollander. The Moscow Mule should be renamed a Hollanov. He had referenced their “ship name” out loud once and Luca had almost died of embarrassment, his face getting redder than Ilya thought it was possible.
“So ?” Ilya asked.
“Give Shane an order. Show us how good he can be.”
“Fuck,” Shane said, muted. Like he only ever said to Ilya, in their bed. Like Ilya had been the only one to ever call him good.
“Shane wants everyone to know how good he is for me, don’t you, love ?”
Shane nodded, bright red. His dick must be hard now, Ilya knew, but it was still hidden by a pillow on his lap.
“Say it.”
“I want… I want everyone to know I am good for you,” Shane said slowly. Ilya raised an eyebrow, silently asking for more.
“Your good boy. Your… your good slut.”
“Good, my love, you are so good for me.” Ilya apparently couldn’t resist kissing Shane deeply.
“So, for my command,” Ilya said once they pulled apart.
“You already made him call himself your slut,” Troy said, sounding somewhat shocked.
“For my command,” Ilya repeated, unbothered. “No hiding your dick. No hiding any part of your body,” Ilya continued. He grabbed Shane’s hip. “This is all mine and I want to see it.”
Shane blushed even deeper, but threw away the pillow to reveal his hard dick. It was red and standing upright in his lap, obvious in the middle of the room. The atmosphere of the room went from fooling around with other guys to sexy we-are-about-to-have-an-orgy. Although Ilya looked at everyone to make sure no one planned on touching his husband without permission. Still, Shane looked embarrassed, keeping his tights pressed together.
“Spread your legs.” Ilya said, the order almost harsh. Shane opened his mouth in a sigh that was almost a moan, but obeyed. He looked absolutely debauched even though no one had touched him yet.
Ilya looked around the room again.
“Right. This is about to become explicit. Leave if you want.” Ilya looked in turn to Bood who, although he was clearly not turned on, didn’t seem grossed out.
“Luca, you’re good ?”
Luca, who apparently had thought he had been forgotten, looked up with wild eyes.
“Cap, I just told you all I jerked off to you and Hollander. I’m… I’m like in heaven right now.”
“Call me Shane, Luca. I’m literally about to have sex in front of you,” Shane interjected.
“Who said anything about sex ?” Bood asked, all formal in his usual no nonsense tone, even though his face made it clear he was joking. Troy punched his shoulder.
Ilya kept looking at the kid. It wasn’t easy, for him, being new to a team as close as the Centaurs were. Ilya had noticed he had hesitated to leave when the other younger players did. They tried to be inclusive of the rookies, but they were still intimidating, their bunch of star players. Luckily, Luca was going to be a star soon, and a part of him knew it.
“All right, Shane,” Luca said softly, pronouncing the first name carefully. His eyes didn’t move from Shane’s lips.
Ilya looked again at his husband, from his still-socked feet, up to his spread tights, looking bulky as ever, muscle bulging after having played a hard game today. Then to his cock, now only half hard with the lack of stimulation. His chest was still hairless, expanses of pale skin with beautiful chiseled abs, then fat pecs with pebbled nipples. The top of his chest was overtaken by a deep blush and his lips were reddened by the way Ilya had kissed them every few minutes.
“Luca, truth or dare ?” Troy asked.
“Dare,” Luca said, with the sound of someone who knew what they were getting into.
“I dare you to kiss Shane.”
“Going straight in, Troy, aren’t you ?” Bood asked with a laugh.
“Like Shane isn’t naked because of you, man. Anyways, you and I have to live vicariously this through the free guys,” he pointed at Luca and Wyatt. Wyatt gloated with a large smile. Luca was already moving, not bothering to stand up from his position on the floor. It was strange, Ilya thought for an instant as he watched Luca half crawl a few feet across the carpet. Even when they were among a small section of the team, all drunk, sharing stuff both emotional and physical way beyond the boundaries of teammates, the unspoken hierarchy was there. Bood, AC and member of the team for longer, and Shane and Ilya, star players and also captains, still had the upper hand. Wyatt kept his “jokester privilege” as a goalie and official team nerd. Both him and Troy were safer in their positions in the team compared to Luca, being established players confident in their skills and social abilities after a few years with the Centaurs.
So Luca crossed the two meters of carpeted floor towards Ilya and Shane’s bed, coming to sit back on his haunches in front of Shane. Luca’s eyes went to Ilya first, checking for permission. Ilya chuckled, flexing his hand that had somehow migrated too high on Shane’s tight. Ilya felt something like a king, watching these two incredibly hot men looking at him.
Luca was still on the floor, looking young and soft with his hair in disarray. He was also approximately two inches from his very naked husband. From husband’s hard dick.
Ilya nodded. Luca raised himself up on his knees to bring himself level with Shane. The older man had apparently decided not to take initiative since it wasn’t his dare. Shane had the spark in his eyes that he sometimes got when he dared Ilya to something. His hips were still spread wide, like Ilya had commanded him to stay.
Luca slowly came closer to Shane. He raised a hand to Shane’s biceps. He was still just a tad shorter than Shane, who was sitting on a high bed, but Shane bent his head towards Luca. Their noses touched. Neither of them moved for a heartbeat, then Luca angled his head a fraction higher and Shane crossed the last distance.
The kiss looked perfect. It started shy, with Luca barely daring angle his head to make the kiss possible, but it soon devolved into more. Ilya knew intimately how Shane’s jaw moved when he opened his mouth to deepen the kiss. He could imagine the feeling perfectly. Luca let his own mouth fall open and made some soft noise when he finally felt the heaven of Shane’s mouth. They made out for a short while, before Shane came up for air. Ilya hadn’t even had the time to go from turned on to jealous. He never got to it, because Shane had the look of someone indulging a younger friend, almost fond as he watched Luca open his eyes with a delay. The younger man was absolutely gone, but Shane’s hand was on Ilya’s thigh.
“That was so hot,” Ilya said when both men looked up at him. Luca still had some concern in his eyes. He breathed for a moment in the silent room, before clearly feeling the need to break the moment.
“Well, that went better than last time I did this,” Luca said.
“What ?” Troy asked. “Tried this before ?”
“Of course I had sex parties ! Most of my friends kissed or fucked each other, I’m queer !” The three queer men in the room looked at him with wide eyes. They had clearly not had this experience.
“Oh,” Luca said, almost silently. “Well, I guess, being out is different…”
“Well, we’re out now,” Troy said with a wink. They indeed were having said sex party right then.
“Thank you for including us straights,” Wyatt said with a laugh. “I can’t believe I missed out on the crazy sex parties.”
The tension was finally entirely gone and Luca turned to the side to face everyone in the room again, resting his shoulder on the bed just behind Shane’s knee. Ilya looked around, meeting everyone’s eyes. These sort of things were finicky, he knew. He felt like keeping everyone having a good time was his responsibility, probably as much as a captain than as a dom.
“Bood, truth. Do you find this sexy ?” Ilya asked, his voice already taking on his dominant tone —or his captain tone, perhaps, they were not so different—and not letting it go even as he was talking to his AC rather than Shane or a rookie.
“I…” Bood didn’t even try to protest not getting to choose a dare. He looked down at glass but found it empty. “No, not really. It’s… it’s not like disgusting or anything. But it’s not doing it for me.”
Everyone looked at him. Letting him come to his conclusion, like he did for the rookies.
“It’s not a game of gay chicken, man,” Troy finally said.
“Shit, you’re right,” Bood sighed. “Well, good night, everyone. I’ll go call Cassie and get off looking at her tits and not anyone’s dick,” he said with a laugh. He stood up, looked over everyone. Ilya tried to see the room from his point of view, with his clear eye. The five assembled men were all hot and bothered, tenting their pants more or less obviously depending on each man’s state of dress and… endowment. Luca was on the floor at Shane’s feet, while Shane was gloriously naked and hard. Ilya was glued to Shane’s side and although he was fully clothed his soft “staying in” clothes were not concealing much. Troy was sat on the desk chair and crossing his legs to keep himself together. Wyatt was perched on the desk and eyeing the other armchair that Bood had recently vacated. He did slide into it as the alternate made no move to sit back down, but in contrast to Troy he spread his legs wide and draped the arm holding his drink over the plush arm of the chair like a dandy.
“Well, this is really the gayest team in the NHL,” Bood smiled, almost proudly. Troy agreed, but Ilya complained :
“We did worse with the Bears !”
Shane’s head whipped to him, suddenly focusing on the conversation.
“I don’t even wanna know !” Bood diffused the situation. “I will leave you to your very manly touching the skin of other men, then. Use pro…” he started, but before he could sound even more like a dad Ilya was shoving him out of the room, closing the door with a cheeky “goodnight !”.
Bood’s laughter could be heard from the other side of the door, then his steps receding down the corridor.
“Soooo…” Wyatt started as the silence started to stretch in the room.
“Round of question for everyone,” Shane said. “What’s your dirtiest fantasy ?”
“Like our kinks ?” Luca asked.
Shane looked at the kid like he had forgotten he was sat at his feet.
“Yeah,” Shane said.
Luca was silent, very much unsure.
“I like to worship Lisa,” Wyatt started. “I like to give her massages after her shifts and bring her her favourite food in bed. I like to eat her out and not even come myself.”
“Ooooh,” Troy said. “Whipped !”
“Service top,” Wyatt corrected.
“Good education,” Ilya said with a smirk that did reveal genuine respect. “You know the words for stuff !” He looked at Troy next.
“I don’t know,” Troy said. “I’m a normal guy.”
“Nah, you like fucking Harris at the rink too much,” Luca said. His last glass might have been the one that tipped the balance and gave him more confidence than usual.
“Oh,” Troy said, “I do love doing stuff… outside, I guess. Not outside outside, but outside our home, or outside the bed. I love fucking him against a wall. Use these muscles, you know ?”
“Classic jock,” Wyatt mocked.
“I can’t blame Harris,” Shane smiled. “Hard to make it to a bed sometimes.”
“I do not want to know what happens in the storage closets !” Wyatt covered his ears in an over the top manner which startled a laugh from Luca and an eye roll from the others.
“And you Luca ?” He asked.
“I…” he took a sip of his drink. “I like pain.”
“What ?” Troy asked, absolutely baffled.
“I’m a hockey player, I learnt to push past it, you know ? And I made it here because I like pushing hard, I like… you know that feeling after a good game ? After a long shift ?”
“Well yeah I like feeling the puck hit me you know but that’s because I like to win…” Wyatt added.
Luca shrugged.
“It’s just nice sometimes,” he said simply. “Adds something.”
“Endorphins,” Shane nodded.
“Shane, are you just agreeing with everyone’s kinks ?” Troy asked.
“Shane does like everything you said,” Ilya laughed as Shane blushed.
“Well, you still have to tell us something else ! Come on !”
Shane looked at Ilya, blushing.
“He likes it when people watch,” Ilya said. “When he can show everyone how good he is. Don’t you, love ?” Shane nodded, unable to do much more. He was shocked silent by the force of his arousal. “You’re amazing at hockey and everyone knows that but there is so much more you can do.”
“What are you good at, Shane ?” Wyatt asked. He sounded soft, like he was in awe of Shane. Perhaps that was how he sounded with Lisa.
Shane shook his head.
“Come on, Shane,” Ilya simply said. Shane thought for a moment, resisting his instincts to obey. He didn’t like making it clear how gone he was for Ilya’s orders. Ilya could see when he capitulated. When he accepted his desire, his need to submit, his need to be good to Ilya, to show off to their teammates. He looked up at Ilya’s eyes.
“I’m good at being yours.”
“Fuck,” Ilya said, pressing his hand on the bulge of his sweat pants.
“I thought you would say sex,” Wyatt said.
“I’m useless at sex with anyone else, ” Shane said, shaking his head. Ilya wasn’t so sure. They should try. Perhaps Shane would be good at sex with someone else if Ilya was there as well. Or perhaps simply if the other person was a man.
“Will you show us then? What you are so good at ?” Wyatt again, again asking as if Shane would be doing him an immense favour, but also as if he was a frightened animal who needed to be soothed.
“No ass stuff. I haven’t prepped.” It was the clearest yes Shane could give but Ilya wanted more. He wanted clearer consent and he wanted Shane to get the fuzziness from being forced to admit exactly what he wanted.
“Tell us,” Ilya. “What do you want to show off ?”
“I…” Shane was already far gone. He was opening and closing his fists on the duvet to keep himself from touching his cock, hard and dripping openly where everyone could see it. Luca hadn’t taken his eyes from said cock for the past minute at least. The rookie looked absolutely gone, a hand pressing on the very clear outline of his cock in his jeans, sweat beading at his hairline, blush burning red on his pale cheeks.
“I want to show everyone how good I am for you,” Shane said, clear and unselfconscious once he had made his decision.
“Fuck !” Ilya said again. He was definitely going to come early if this kept on.
“Come here,” he told Shane.
Luca was still sitting right by Shane, all lost eyes full of wonder, like he was even confused as to why he was allowed to be there, up close and personal with a naked Shane. He was outside of Shane’s legs now, resting his back on the high edge of the bed, so Shane was free to move closer to Ilya.
“Why am I the only one naked ?” Shane asked. The other four men looked among themselves, having somewhat forgotten how that had happened.
“We didn’t get dared,” Troy said in his usual matter-of-fact tone.
“Well, I dare you now !” Shane exclaimed. Wyatt, Luca and Ilya gracefully took off their shirts.
“Come on,” Shane said, asking his husband for more.
“They’ll see it all soon anyways,” Ilya smiled. “Comme on, love. Show them how good you are.”
Shane was instantly down on his knees, dropping in front of Ilya. He indeed immediately opened Ilya’s pants, before grabbing his cock. For half a second the whole room had a good view of a hard Ilya, which gave Wyatt the time to exclaim :
“Fuck, you’re big !”
Then Shane promptly swallowed said huge cock down to the root. This time, it was Troy who made a noise of disbelief and admiration. Wyatt didn’t have the experience to really appreciate the move and Luca was clearly out of his mind with lust.
That was all that Ilya noticed before Shane’s mouth became all he could focus on. His husband was always amazing, but then, between a long sexy game that had had Ilya at least half hard for a while and the special determination Shane showed because he knew his skills were being appraised… Ilya had to close his eyes for a second for fear of coming immediately. It was so fucking hot. Everything about this was so fucking hot. Shane wanting to please him so well, the others watching and admiring his husband…
Suddenly Shane slowed down.
“What ?” Ilya tried to speak. Shane placed Ilya’s hand to the back of his head, making what he wanted clear.
“Yeah ?” Ilya asked, but Shane had already gone back to his sucking. His tongue was truly phenomenal, but Ilya had been asked for something. He grabbed Shane’s hair and pulled him off for a second. Ilya could hear groans from the others as Shane looked up to him, his eyes blown wide, his lips red, a thin trail of saliva connecting him to Ilya’s cock. It was indeed a beautiful sight, he couldn’t blame them. Ilya stood up, carefully moving Shane up on his knees so his head stayed level with Ilya’s crotch. Shane’s hands came up again to grab Ilya’s thighs, then Ilya went to town. Shane had asked for a face fucking and he was about to get a glorious one.
It was easy to loose himself in the moment. Shane took Ilya in the back of his throat, only choking for a moment before relaxing into Ilya’s hold. Ilya swore loudly, now pumping his hips freely, keeping a rhythm up to let Shane breathe while chasing his orgasm. It seemed endless and yet ended too soon, with Ilya bending over to kiss Shane’s head while he rested his brow in his thigh.
“Fuck,” Ilya heard. He looked up to see Troy had just spoken. Troy had also clearly just come, if his face of ecstasy was any indication. Ilya looked up around the room.
Wyatt had his dick out and was palming himself, clearly hard but not on the edge.
Troy had just come in his pants and was panting, eyes closed.
Luca had taken himself out as well and was still pumping his hand on his dick, looking at Shane, kneeling not far from him, like he had never seen anything sexier. Ilya would be mad he hadn’t lasted longer than a teenager if he hadn’t had his husband’s exquisite mouth while said teenager was striping his dick dry. And Troy had come in his pants. Which Ilya thought he hadn’t focused on enough, but Luca was still jerking off and Ilya found himself mesmerized by the younger man’s cock head peaking through his fist. Luca was deaf to the whole room watching him, his head now bent over as he chased his orgasm. Wyatt had the presence of mind to throw him some tissues and, perhaps at that reminder that he wasn’t alone, Luca came all over himself.
“Wow,” Shane said. Ilya realized he hadn’t stopped petting Shane’s hair the whole time.
“Come on, solshenko, get up,” he said, not wanting his husband to stay on his knees any longer than he had to. Shane got up clumsily to collapse back on the bed next to Ilya.
“Shit,” Luca said, looking like he suddenly wanted to disappear. He looked beautiful, flushed and blushing, his hair in disarray.
“Shit,” Troy echoed him, more heartfelt. “Well, I’ll…” the poor forward stood up, wincing at the come already cooling in his pants. “I’ll…” he repeated, making a gesture to go, and promptly ran out of the door.
For a moment, everyone was silent. Then Wyatt started laughing and Ilya couldn’t help but join, and before long, Shane and Luca were also giggling. The four men were clearly disturbing the peace of the hotel in their hilarity, but they didn’t care much.
“He ran out like a teenager !” Ilya said, catching his breath first.
“Why didn’t he… like…” Luca started, gesturing at himself. He then promptly remembered to throw his soiled tissues in the bin.
“I think it’s a Harris thing,” Wyatt said.
“Huh ?” Luca asked. “He thought watching his friends have sex was less cheating if he came in his pants ?” Of course, this prompted another round of laughs.
This time, once everyone stopped laughing the room stayed somewhat silent. Ilya snuggled up with Shane, pulling his arm over his husband’s shoulders. Soon enough, Shane started to squirm.
“Do you want your reward now, love ?”
Shane squirmed a bit more, glaring at Ilya as if he was mad to be talked down to like this. He clearly was not, if the way his dick was already plumping back up was to be believed. He’d been fully hard while sucking Ilya, the act surprisingly something he really loved, but coming back to himself surrounded by their friends had thrown him out of the mood for a short while.
Wyatt and Luca were looking at them both, still mesmerized by their love finally being on display. Ilya’s eyes met Wyatt’s first, but the goalie was simply settled calmly, happily touching himself without any real urgency. Then he looked at Luca, who seemed on the edge of panic, his eyes darting around the room like he was unsure if he was allowed to be there.
“Luca,” Ilya said. “How are you?”
“I… uh…”
Ilya realized Luca was not in a mindset to be able to answer this sort of open question and switched tactics.
“You did so well, Luca. I loved seeing you kiss my husband. That was so hot.”
“I loved watching you come,” Shane added shyly. He wasn’t usually one for dirty talk, at least not after the fact, but was clearly making an effort to make Luca feel comfortable.
Luca blushed even brighter, but at least looked up to Ilya and Shane rather than keeping his face hidden.
“Would you like to play with us more ?” Ilya asked the younger man.
“Play ?” Luca asked. Ilya nodded, waiting for his reaction.
“Did you like what we did ?” Wyatt asked.
“Yeah,” Luca said shyly. “Yeah, it was super hot.”
“Do you want to do more ?” The goalie asked, looking at Ilya for confirmation.
“Oh !” Luca said. “Yes, I would love to… do more.”
“Good boy,” Ilya replied automatically, which didn’t help Luca’s blush. Or Shane’s.
“Come here, Luca,” he said softly. Luca looked incredibly young, flustered and a bit overcome with emotions of having recently come. And having sex with his teenage heroes… Well, Ilya could understand being overwhelmed.
“I want to reward Shane for being so good for me. He hasn’t got to come yet.”
Luca nodded, agreeing that Shane should get to come.
“Do you want to help him come ?”
At that, Shane shifted, clearly containing a moan and an ever more pressing hard on. Ilya would have loved to hear his noises, but he silently agreed that it was better not to pressure Luca.
“Do you want me to ?” Luca asked.
Ilya was thinking of how to answer in a way that was honest but not pressuring when Wyatt piped up.
“You look so hot with them, Luca. Shane is so hard for you. They would love to play with you and I would love to watch you have sex together. But you don’t have to. Tonight was so hot already. Do you want to come sit with me for a while, over here ?”
Luca shook his head.
“No, no. I want to… I want you, Shane,” he said, looking up at Shane. That was more like the Luca Ilya knew, a man who knew what he wanted even if he was shy. It seemed that the post nut clarity had panicked Luca a bit, perhaps combined with Troy running out. Ilya knew that problem very well from many years of running away from Shane — or Shane running away from him. Well, there had only been one guy running out this time, so he was already doing better than the tuna melt disaster.
“Can I…” Luca asked Shane, his hand snaking up to hover above Shane’s thigh.
“Sure,” Ilya said. Shane nodded.
“Do you want to suck him ?” Ilya asked.
“Yes !” Luca said, before catching himself and containing his excitement. “I mean, I want to try.”
“You haven’t done this before ?” Wyatt asks, managing not too sound too incredulous. They all knew he had done this before.
“I have ! Of course I’ve sucked guys before. But I’m not as good as Shane, I can’t… deep throat and all that.” Apparently, once Luca had overcome his shyness, he’d shed it all at once.
“It’s normal,” Ilya said. “My husband is the best at everything ! He’s the best at hockey, but also at cock sucking,” he said with an exaggerated cocky tone.
Wyatt laughed and Shane punched Ilya in the arm playfully.
“You’re good at this,” Ilya said to Wyatt.
“At what ?” Wyatt replied.
“Sex parties,” Ilya replied.
“Taking care of people,” Shane said at the same time.
“Thanks. Both of you,” Wyatt smiled. “Don’t expect me to do it outside of sex !” He added with a laugh.
“Come here then Luca,” Shane added.
Luca moved a bit, only having to take a few steps on his knees. He looked graceful even doing so, even focused as he was on Shane’s crotch.
“All right then,” Shane encouraged him, petting his hair softly as Luca rested his head against Shane’s spread thighs. Ilya scooted closer to the pair and let his hand wander as well : touching Shane first, then Luca’s beautiful chest. He was glad Shane has asked them to strip as well, because he could now run his palms over Luca’s wide pecs and play with his nipples. The younger man moved his chest slightly towards Ilya to give him better access and Ilya didn’t miss the clue : he grabbed both nipples and twisted, delighting in the moan that he pulled out of Luca. The younger man clearly did love pain.
“Come on,” Shane said, eager to get on with the program. After all, he hadn’t had a chance to come yet, unlike Ilya and Luca, who were fine with playing idly now that they had taken the pressure off.
Luca turned back obediently towards Shane and started lapping at his cock. Shane was hard and leaking and Luca made delightful little sound as he tasted his pre come. He then started to wrap his lips around Shane, taking in as much as he could of his cock —thankfully less intimidating than Ilya’s —before wrapping his hand around the rest. He didn’t try any fancy tricks, but seemed to loose himself in bringing pleasure to Shane.
“Wyatt,” Ilya said, reaching his hand in a grab. The goalie had shucked off his pants and was well on the way of loosing his boxers. He was, unsurprisingly, affected by the hot display of Luca sucking Shane off, especially since he also hadn’t come yet.
“Come here,” Ilya offered.
Wyatt looked at Shane, who was clearly barely hanging on to his higher brain functions. Shane nodded, before Luca did something sinful with his tongue that forced Shane’s eyes to close in bliss. So Wyatt moved himself next to Ilya on the bed. Thank God that it was a King size, because three hockey players sitting shoulder to shoulder took a lot of space. Ilya took his focus away from his husband for a moment to look at Wyatt.
“Can I touch you ?” He asked. Wyatt nodded and immediately Ilya’s hand was on his cock.
“Fuck,” he moaned. The man was good. Why had he not had sex with guys before ? He suddenly asked himself. He didn’t know if Ilya was just that good at giving handjobs or if the fact that he had a dick himself gave him an unfair advantage over all the women Wyatt had been with. Or if the eroticism of the situation helped — because having sex with his teammates was definitely not a run of the mill hookup.
Ilya had apparently still enough brainpower to play with his husband’s nipples as he whispered encouragement to Luca and soon enough both Shane and Wyatt were coming. Thankfully Wyatt had moved with his stack of tissues. Luca swallowed, which got a moan from Ilya so loud Wyatt looked at him strangely, like perhaps he’d want to go for another round.
But the four of them were exhausted enough that they fell into a pile instead, Shane pulling Luca up from the floor to collapse with them on the bed. It wasn’t really large enough for four professional athletes but Ilya collapsed on top of Shane like a human weighted blanket and Luca didn’t mind spooning with Wyatt.
It would be strange the next day, of course. There would be talks to have and things to clear up with Bood and Troy and Luca’s and Wyatt’s roommates and basically the whole team because they were all insatiable gossips. But there would also be laughs, and secret smiles and looks, and perhaps another go at a night like this…