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They were barrelling down the road in their team bus on their way to play in Edmonton.
It was late evening and everyone was groggy, either just waking up from a nap or saving their sleep for the hotel.
All of a sudden Luca, the sweetest rookie Shane had ever met, shouted “Dairy Queen!”
They all sat up quite alert now. They turned to look out the window and were met with the iconic DQ emblem glowing like a savior in contrast to the dark night and bustling strip mall behind it.
“Can we please stop? Please, I swear I-” Luca was giving coach Wiebe the biggest puppydog eyes when he finally took a deep sigh and motioned for the bus driver to make the turn.
Everyone perked up. They were all eager to get off the bus and stretch their legs, the sweet treat was just a major bonus.
Ilya would have been happy too. His legs were starting to tense and fighting sleep had become harder and harder. But his sleepily stirring husband might not like this little adventure.
Food was already a challenge for Shane. Something like pasta or fried fish could get him racing over ‘macros’
Stupid English words. Ilya hated this word more than anything.
Ice cream was probably off the table. ‘Too much sugar’ and ‘Im not hungary’ already echoing in Ilya’s head.
Shane was rubbing his face and slowly standing up. “W’s going on?”
Ilya lightly held his wrist. Partly to steady his groggy husband and partly to sense if Shane tenses when he tells him where they are.
“We are at Dairy Queen, the team is getting ice cream.” Ilya felt Shane tense.
“We should get off” Shane was looking at the single file line of players excitedly getting of the bus.
“We do not have too, I can tell them we were too tired…” Ilya gazed up at his husband trying to reassure him that they didn't have to go if he didn't want to. No one would judge them. At least that's what he hoped.
“No I-I want to go, I want ice cream.” Shane let a shy smile creep onto his face, blush highlighting his freckles.
Ilya could melt right there. Instead he shot up despite the protest of his inactive legs.
He held his husband’s hand tightly as they made their way off the bus.
He was still a bit in shock. This was not on the meal plan for today. There was no challenge meal either. Shane never strayed away from a plan, and if he did he never felt good about it.
Ever since they had started treating his ‘food problem’. The official medical term was some long english word with ‘o’ and maybe ‘e’ Ilya could never remember. He hated the word and he hated using it. They kept Shane on a schedule overviewed by he, Shane, Shane’s new nutritionist, and his therapist.
Ilya kept a close eye on his husband in case anything overwhelmed him.
Shane seemed fine enough. He was talking with Young about his upcoming birthday, smiling and nodding and responding. Normal. But Ilya could see from where he was standing in line that Shane was biting the inside of his mouth between every sentence.
Shane liked to clamp onto a chunk of flesh and lightly suck at it. The motion soothed him in a way Ilya could never understand. Biting his mouth then sucking on the wound sounded horrible. But it wasn't his job to understand it. It was his job to respect it.
Shane was nervous. But that could just be from the crowded dining area of the DQ. Shane looked up from Young just then and immediately met his husband's eyes boring into him.
Ilya turned away and felt his face heat. God he was overreacting. Now he was making it look like something was wrong. Which it was. Well maybe it was. He just needed to trust Shane.
“Ilya?” Shane’s sweet gentle voice rang out from beside Ilya.
Ilya hadn't noticed that Shane had come over to join him. He also hadn't noticed they were at the front of the line and looking at a teenage girl who was way to happy for someone working this late.
Oh shit the girl had asked what he wanted and he hadn't responded.
Ilya quickly skimmed over the menu and his eyes landed on a thick chocolate covered vanilla ice cream monstrosity.
“That one..number 11.” Ilya pointed, smiling.
The girl nodded and put in his order then she turned to Shane.
Shane was looking up at the menu, his eyes were wide. His hands were clenching and unclenching by his sides.
The gears were turning in Ilya's head. The numbers. The menu had the exact amount of calories in each thing right under the description. Shane was frozen, probably doing mental math and freaking out.
Ilya turned to him and lightly turned his head. Shanes eyes stayed on the screen above them.
“Shane.” Ilya was calm and grounding. Just like Leena, Shane’s therapist, told him he had to be when Shane got like this.
“I really do want some…really, I ju-”
“Vanilla?” Ilya said while lightly stroking Shane's chin.
“Yes…with um-M and M’s” Shane smiled while he said it.
Ilya placed a small peck on Shane’s lips before returning to the absolutely beaming till girl.
“Sorry for wait. One vanilla ice cream. Medium.” Shane looked up at Ilya “Trust me” he whispered. “And M n’ M’s”
The girl began typing in the order. “Got it. Your order 14.” she gave a soft smile to the both of them.
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They where sitting on the far side of the dining area, a secluded 50’s diner themed booth. Ilya was tearing into his ice cream while Shane just looked at his.
“Ilya, you can go and sit with the team if yo-”
“Shane, I would rather be here with you. You know this.”
Ilya placed a hand on his husbands knee.
“I want too, fuck Ilya. You don't understand how badly I want to eat this. It looks…amazing.” Shane’s eyes went a bit glassy.
Ilya pauses scraping what's left of his ice cream to stare at his sweet husband. So eager to please. He wasn't just doing this for himself, he was doing this to keep Ilya from worrying. So kind. So Canadian.
Just then a throb rang through his head and he pushed a thumb into his temple and let out a groan.
“Ilya?” Shane turned to him.
“Голова..” Ilya groaned out.
Jesus was this a brain aneurysm? Was he gonna die?
Shane must have seen the panic building on his face because just then he kissed the side of Ilya’s face and let out a laugh.
“Am dying and you laugh?” Ilya deadpanned
“Ilya, you are having a brain freeze. It happens when you eat cold food too fast.” Shane leaned onto the table and gave Ilya a smile he was sure could cure anything. Just then his head stopped hurting.
“Stupid..” Ilya ran a hand through his curls.
Shane let out another laugh then leaned back into his chair. His eyes returned to the untouched ice cream.
Ilya pushed away his demolished bowl and took the spoon that had been lying unused on the table next to Shane's cup.
“Just trust me. Я никогда не причиню тебе боль, и я не хочу, чтобы ты причинял боль себе. Ты можешь получить всё моё сердце, мой милый, сильный муж.”
Shane relaxes onto Ilya’s shoulder. “Ok…”
Ilya takes spoonfuls of ice cream and relishes in the satisfied sounds Shane makes with each bite. At some point Shane closes his eyes, only opening them when Ilys nudges his lips with another bite.
“Какой же ты смелый, любимый.” Ilya squeezed Shane's knee under the table, trying to keep him grounded in the moment.
“This is really good..” Shane says. He smiles and his freckles light up. Those beautiful freckles.
Ilya was in the middle of feeding shane another spoonful when Dykstra walked past and made a loud groaning noise.
Shane recoiled away from the bite. Ilya’s heart hurt. He knew Dykstra was joking from the way he was smiling but still, this was not the time.
Ilya shot Dykstra an evil glare and he quickly dropped the bit and kept it pushing
“I’ve got it..” Shane gently took the spoon from Ilya.
Ilya didn’t push, he simply watched as Shane continued to take scoops from what was now an empty cup.
Shane gave the spoon one last lick and plopped the spoon back into the cup.
He smiled triumphantly at Ilya.
“Holy shit..” Shane beamed “I fucking ate it..”
“Of course you did, so brave.” Ilya rubbed circles on his back.
Shane leaned in and put his lips up to Ilya’s ear. “Reward?”
Ilya shivered hearing his husband’s sultry low tone.
Leena had mentioned a reward system for progress but she didn’t specify it.
And Ilya couldn’t NOT reward progress.
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They got to hotel room and Ilya immediately pinned Shane to the wall with hot, heavy kisses.
“Ilya-ah. Fuck…” Shane was grinding his already hard cock on Ilya’s thigh.
The thrusting of his husband’s dick made Ilya shake with pleasure. God he wants to grow more limbs so he could touch Shane all over at once.
“Patience sweetheart…reward will be worth it.” Ilya whispered into Shane’s neck.
Shane grabbed a fistful of Ilya’s hair and pulled his back to his mouth. He was so eager. Ilya could tell he wanted this just as much as he did.
“So needy for it..” Ilya breathed into Shane’s mouth.
“Need you Ilya. Want my reward so fucking bad.” Shane was still grinding on Ilya’s thigh.
“Turn around..” Shane immediately complied. His eyes were already glazed over with lust.
“I will lick and eat you how you did the ice cream. Ok?” Shane weakly nodded, throwing back his head to expose his neck.
Ilya sucked on the skin while he slipped his hand down Shane’s pants and pressed a finger on his sensitive rim.
Shane arched and bit his lip to keep from moaning. “Ilya, eat me. Please…”
“Whatever you want..” Ilya said as he went down to his knees. Pulling Shane’s pants down with him.
He pulled Shane’s ass cheeks apart and planted kisses on his throbbing hole.
Ilya looked up at an arching Shane who was looking down at him from over his shoulder.
God he wishes he could take a picture. Shane had a look on his face that could have stopped his heart. His side eye made him look like some type of sex demon.
His sex demon.
Ilya must have been staring for too long because Shane began to push his ass back into Ilya’s palms.
“Ilya..fuck-“ Shane was so far gone and Ilya hadn’t even touched yet.
Ilya slapped his husband’s ass and spit on his fluttering hole.
“Ilya! Sh-Shit sorry oh fuck..” Shane was already loosing control.
“Quiet Hollander, our team is sleeping..” Ilya slapped Shane’s ass and enjoyed seeing the ripples it created across his silvery stretch marks and stray freckles in 4K. God he was the most beautiful thing Ilya had ever seen.
Ilya couldn’t keep from biting his left ass cheek hard. “Ily-“ Shane couldn’t even start to complain when Ilya slipped the tip of his tongue into his hole.
“Oug-god” Slipped from Shane’s lips. Loud.
Shane clapped a hand over his mouth and squeezed his eyes shut as Ilya dragged his tongue between his cheeks and over his hole.
Ilya returned to slipping his tongue into Shane’s hole. Pushing a little further into Shane’s tightness.
Shane must have really needed this because he opened up easily around Ilya’s tongue.
Ilya pulled his head back and admired his work.
Shane was still looking over his shoulder at him. Head pressed against the wall and hand over his mouth. He had taken off his shirt at some point and Ilya could see the sweat running down his spine. He was glowing like an angel under the light. His eyes filled with want.
“Fuck Shane..” Ilya licked up Shane, starting from the space just before Shane’s balls and ending at the base of his spine. Savoring the salty sweat.
Shane had his eyes squeezed shut, probably to keep himself quiet.
“Open your eyes and I start again.” Shane’s eyes whipped open.
Ilya smiled then returned to his favorite meal.
This time Ilya pushed deeper into Shane’s hole. He pressed his tongue against the flexing walls until he found a place that made Shane shutter around him.
A muffled groan came from under Shane’s hands.
Ilya continued to lap into his prostate. He looked up to see Shane biting his hand with his eyes looking towards the ceiling as if possessed. Only Ilya could do this to him. Only Ilya could see this. The team could probably hear, but they didn’t know exactly what was going on. Only Ilya did.
Ilya was licking like there was no tomorrow. Thrusting his tongue in and out. Pressing the tip of his tongue into Shane’s prostate every time.
Despite what people might think. This gets him off just as much as it does Shane. The view, the sounds, the rhythm, THE VIEW.
Ilya was rock hard, wishing he could replace his tongue with his dick. But this wasn’t about him, this was about Shane.
After a few moments of eager lapping like Shane was a lake in the Sahara and he was a thirsty camel Shane’s legs began to shutter.
Shane took his hand off his mouth and immediately started talking.
“Ilya! My legs-fuck my legs…fuck can’t stand. Need-need..oh shit..need the bed. Now.” Shane tried and failed to keep composure. He was flushed and stuttering.
Ilya got up and helped Shane to the bed. Removing his boxers and pants as they moved.
He bent Shane over the the end of the bed. Ass up in the air. Showing off his beautiful arch. God it could be put in a museum. He should give classes…
Ilya immediately dove back into Shane. Palming both his asscheeks and giving a firm slap to the one where a bite mark was starting to form, accompanied by a few hickeys.
“Oh fuck! Harder Ilya!” Shane had given up trying to quiet himself and delegated one hand to grabbing the sheets. The other was tangled in Ilya’s curls, offering silent encouragement.
“Fuck baby…so fucking-ah so close.” Shane groaned out.
Ilya picked up the pace and used his skilled traps to push his head deeper into Shane’s hole with more force.
Shane was squeezing around him. Movement wasn’t impossible. Just more difficult. And Ilya could handle difficult.
“Make me come-fuck. Make me Rozanov!”
Ilya wanted to slip a finger in and really send him off but he wanted to use just his tongue, like the ice cream.
Ilya had another trick though.
He let out a loud moan from between Shane’s cheeks. Squeezing his ass tightly.
The grab Shane had on his hair tightened and his legs shook again. Ilya watched his husband go silent and shake. Every muscle tensing.
He gave one last hard lunge at Shane prostate and Shane snapped like a rubber band.
“fuck..” much quieter than what Ilya expected, and then a series of groans so animalistic and loud Ilya couldn’t believe the where coming from his husband.
Because of him.
Fuck Ilya was hard. Shane was limp on his stomach looking entirely fucked out and super sexy.
Ilya stood up and quickly pulled down his pants to release his aching cock.
He furiously jerked off at the sight of his spent husband.
“Fucking-mh beautiful.” Ilya grunted
Shane must have heard the grunt and creaked his neck to look at Ilya.
A smirk came across his face and with half lidded eyes he spoke.
“Fucking come for me Rozanov. Now.”
Ilya came all over his hand. And Shane’s ass…and Shane’s back…and his hair.
Shane was gonna freak when he got his strength back.
“M’ gross Ilya…” Shane was starting to come back.
Ilya ripped off the rest of his clothes and made his way to the bathroom.
He grabbed a towel and wetted it with warm water. Just like Shane liked.
He came back and wiped Shane up. He didn’t move the entire time.
“My whole body is sore…can’t fucking move.” Shane mumbled into the bed.
“Sorry my love…” Ilya pressed a kiss on Shane’s shoulder.
“Don’t be..w’s soooo worth it.” Shane smiled and turned his head to face Ilya.
Ilya pressed a kiss into his lips and hauls him up the bed. Putting him down with his back on the headboard propped up with the pillows.
“Not on my ass! Fuck!” Shane’s face crumpled in pain. “Fuck you destroyed me…”
Ilya couldn’t help but grin while he flipped Shane over to his stomach. Moving some of the pillows to give him room.
Ilya went around and plopped down to his drowsy husband.
“I love ice cream even more now…I’ll eat it every day if it makes you do that..” Shane says groggily.
Ilya’s heart warms, even if this isn’t a conventional recovery procedure it’s still recovery. He was so happy to hear that from Shane. The same Shane who a few months ago would eat strawberries because of the sugar content.
Ilya leaned down to kiss the top of his husbands head then turned to text his therapist about his progress.
Obviously not the whole story but, just the important bits.
As soon as he opened his phone he saw a string of texts from…oh shit..the Cents group chat.
Big Boody: I’m gonna kill them
Hayyy: Ilya might have beat you too it. Shane sounds like he’s being choked to death.
Baby boy: No disrespect but could you guys quiet down please.
Big Boody: See! Ilya you woke the baby😡
Baby boy: I’m not a baby
Baby boy: I’m a grown man
Hayyy: Yeah Lucas goo goo gaga to you too.
Big D: I thought we were clear by not rooming next to them but now YOU guys are blowing up the chat. SHUT UP
Youngin: I need my beauty sleep. Lucas looks like he is gonna explode from how red he is.
Youngin: he just hit meeee
Hayyy: well if dads weren’t busy getting busy they could punish him.
Ilya let out a chuckle for that one.
Rozy Posy: Sorryyyy 🥺 Shane is too
Rozy Posy: He would answer but he is in sex coma. I intend to join him.
Rozy Posy: Night night Милые малыши😘😊
Ilya curled next to his passed out husband and began to doze off.
‘Thank you Dairy Queen’ he thought to himself.