Chapter Text
One night stand
It’s been an incredibly long fucking day. Ilya’s body hurts from being battered at the game, all he wants is a hot shower, some beer, and a good fuck. He hisses as the hot water hits his aching muscles, until it feels so immaculate on his skin. He has about 30 minutes to get ready before heading out to meet Luca at the bar. He quickly dresses, throwing on a simple white fitted cotton tee that showcases his nipple piercings, dark denim jeans and black doc martins. He decides to leave his curls alone, letting them fall into their natural shape. When he’s satisfied with his look, he sprays on his favorite Tom Ford Oud Wood cologne that has a gorgeous sensual sandalwood smell mixed with spices. Before heading out, he grabs his black leather jacket and giving himself a once over in the mirror, grabs the keys to his new Harley Davidson Breakout cruiser that he bought himself last week just for the hell of it.
Text exchange
Luca: I’m here at the bar, saved you a seat.
Ilya: On my way now. I’ll be there in about 10. Order me a Shiner.
Luca: You got it. Be safe!
Ilya grabs his wallet with a chain attached and puts it in his back pocket, hooking the chain to his belt loop to secure it. He looks good, really good… and he knows it. Ten minutes later he pulls up to the bar, walks inside and spots Luca. The younger man waves with delight, hanging out with his captain and teammate of the Ottawa Senators is always a thrill.
“Luca, you look decent for getting your face punched in by that dick Dallas Kent.”
“Ah, thank you.” Luca smiles bashfully as he holds his hand to his cheek. “He was just upset that a rookie scored on their goalie I guess.”
Ilya laughs as he grabs his beer and scans the crowd. “Good looking people here tonight. Plan to take anyone home?”
“Oh, I uhh. I don’t know.” Luca turns on his stool and looks around. “There are many cute men here, but I’m not sure if any of them would be into me.”
“Don’t be silly. You’re young, rich, and you have a hot body. Use it to your advantage, Luca.”
“I’m not really into hook ups though. I suck at the whole casual thing.”
“Well, unsuck at it for a night and pick a piece of fruit off this lovely tree.” He gestures towards the crowd with a grin. “Many fishes in this sea, yes? And who knows what could happen.”
“I guess so.” Luca smiles as he takes another sip of his beer.
“I’ll order us a shot. I love star fuckers, I’ll get us those.” Ilya turns back towards the bar, searching for the bartender. “Where the fuck is the bartender at? Asleep somewhere?”
“I’m right here.” A man pops out from behind the counter. “I was just grabbing some new glasses.”
Ilya freezes, his eyes instantly scanning the man’s features. He has dark hair he neatly styles, slightly tanned skin, dark brown eyes, tattoos on his arms and fuck… are those freckles on his nose and cheeks?
“Oh, sorry.” Ilya shrugs with a playful smile. “Didn’t see you there.”
“Clearly.” The man is drying the glasses with a fresh white towel as he stares back at him, and Ilya doesn’t miss how his eyes lowered to his lips.
“I’d like 2 star fuckers for my friend and myself here. It was, a very good day, and we are celebrating.”
“Sure thing. Names Shane by the way, this is my bar. But I’ve never seen you here before.” Shane grabs two shot glasses, places them on the wooden bar top grabs the crown royal and pours two shots worth of liquor into his shaker along with ice.
“Yes. Luca here invited me out for the night. I’ve never been here, Luca is more local than I am. Interesting name for a bar though.”
“I get that a lot.” Shane grins. “One-Night Stand was the first name to pop into my mind and nothing else could top it.” He grabs sour watermelon pucker, pours an ounce into the mixture and shakes it well. Ilya doesn’t miss how those arm muscles flex underneath the man’s extremely tight black shirt with every movement. Shane seems to notice as well and gives him a somewhat seductive smile.
“I take it you might know all about one night stands then.” Ilya’s full attention is on him now.
“I might.” Shane grabs a strainer and pours the liquid into both shot glasses, topping the drinks with a splash of red bull. “Here you go.” As he hands over the shot glasses to Ilya, he purposely brushing their fingers together and fuck if there wasn’t a quick rush of heat from just those brief touches alone.
“Thank you.” Luca beams. “To our victory tonight and to the best captain!”
“To you, Luca. The best rookie in the league.” They both bring the shot glass to their lips and shoot back the liquid courage.
“That was good.” Ilya hands the empty glasses back to Shane as he licks his lower lip. “I wonder what a shot of the bartender would taste like.”
“That’s a drink you wouldn’t be able to handle.” Shane’s eyes darken, those light brown eyes turning into almost a pit of black.
“Good thing I have a high tolerance.” Ilya teases.
“Rozanov, I think that guy over there is waving me over. I’m going to go talk to him. If I don’t come back in ten minutes, don’t wait up for me.”
“Fly free young one. Make sure to use a condom. Safety first!” He yells out at the rookie with a laugh. He turns his attention back to the stunning bartender and gives him a small smile. “So, what time are you off tonight?”
Shane grins as he wipes down the bar top, never taking his eyes off Ilya. “Why do you want to know? Plan to kill me in the back alley after this?”
Ilya glances around with a look of shock on his face. “Me? Kill you?” He points a finger to his chest. “I would do no such thing. I would do other things to you in that back alley though… After your shift, possibly.”
“As fun and tempting as that sounds. And I do mean very… very tempting.” Shane scans his eyes up and down Ilya with heat behind them. “I don’t mix work with pleasure.”
Ilya leans forward, resting his elbows on the bar top. “You mean you’d pass up on the opportunity to sleep with the hottest Russian man who the streets say has a pretty nice…” He stares down at his lap, knowing Shane will pick up on the hints.
Shane nibbles on his bottom lip, contemplating for a split second before his past clouds his head. “No.” He says point blank, all flirtation leaving his body. “I can’t.” He looks over at the customers at the other end of the bar and nods his head. “Sorry, I need to go take care of my other customers. Wave me over when you need another drink.” With that, he walks off and keeps himself occupied as much as possible to keep this Russian temptation out of his head space.
Ilya checks him out the rest of the night as he laughs and makes small talk with the strangers around them. The only time Shane comes up to him is to hand him another beer, no words are exchanged besides polite thank you’s and you’re welcome’s. Ilya has always been a man who loves a challenge, and he knows that this man behind the bar will be the best game he has ever played. He finishes up his last beer and calls Shane over to close out his tab.
“You’re going to drive back home like that?” Shane questions as Ilya tries to concentrate on signing the receipt.
“I’ll be f- fine…” He finally signs his name and places the pen down. “I came here on my bike. I will be ok, I’ll just go extra slow.”
“I’m like, not one of the smartest people in the world but… Drinking and driving is something stupid people do. Especially if you’re an athlete like yourself. You don’t want to cause a scandal or worse, kill someone.”
“Maybe you can arrange something for me then.” Ilya places his fists under his chin and gives Shane the most puppiest puppy eyes he’s ever seen.
“I can call you an uber if you’re not sober enough to do so.”
“Nah, once they see who I am they’ll probably kidnap me or something.”
“You’re being so ridiculous.” Shane laughs as he watches the last costumers leave. “Listen, drink this and wait for me, ok?” He hands Ilya a bottle of water and walks off to close out the bar. Shane walks around with a trash bag in hand and grabs empty glass bottles, tossing them into the bag.
“I’ll help.” Ilya stands up and starts to collect other trash left by customers.
“You don’t have to do that. Sit down before you fall.” Shane gently places the bag down and makes his way over to Ilya and grabs him by his forearm like a mother would her child and sits him down on a chair. “You stay put and let me handle it. It’s my job and my bar anyways.” Shane realizes how damn close their faces are as he leans down. He can smell the alcohol on Ilya’s breath, and he feels the warm air wafting from his mouth hit against his lips like a warm hug. “Sorry.” Shane backs up and continues cleaning up, leaving Ilya sitting there with a stupid smile on his face.
Ilya watches Shane closely as he walks around tidying up the place. He sees how particular the man is and can tell he has a whole routine that he follows religiously. “Do you like your job?” Ilya asks as he takes a sip of water.
“Yeah, I love it. I like watching people from different walks of life come through my doors and hearing their stories. Both the good and the bad…” He pauses as he says that and Ilya doesn’t miss it.
“And having place like this” Ilya gestures his hand around “was it always your dream?”
Shane ties up the bag and tosses it into the trash can before looking back up at Ilya. “No.” is all he says before heading out to the back alley to throw it into the big dumpster. He comes back in and washes his hands and grabs his things. “I’m done. I can take you home if you’d like.”
“I can’t leave my bike here.”
“Who said you had to? I took a taxi here since my own bike is in the shop. I can drop you off at home and call a cab to pick me up from your place.”
“Oh, trying to find out where I live already?” Ilya raises a flirty brow.
“Not like that, little weirdo.” He laughs. “I want to make sure you make it home safely before it comes out on the news tomorrow that my bar over served their star player and made him get into an accident.”
Ilya’s heart warms, he can’t remember the last time someone cared this much about his well-being. “Fine.” He pulls his keys out of his pants and wiggles them in the air. “Just be gentle when riding my widow.”
Shane raises a brow as he snatches his keys out of Ilya’s hand. “Widow?”
“My bike. What did you think I was talking about?”
Shane’s cheeks heat up and he lets out a small laugh. “You’re a little macabre.” He helps Ilya stand up and the bigger man places his arm around him.
“Please, help me like the damsel in distress I am.” Ilya says with the straightest face ever…
Shane laugh is so sudden it shocks him more than it does Ilya.
Shane grunts as he holds the bigger man up, he’s not small himself but this Ilya dude is muscle on top of muscle. “Jesus sodden wept, do you lift weights like, constantly?” Shane finally gets him to the bike and they both get on.
“I only have one helmet, but you can wear it. I could use some fresh air on my face.”
“I’m shocked you don’t have two… I’m sure you have people on your bike often.”
“No…” Ilya wraps his arms around Shane’s waist as they get ready to take off. “You’re the first.” He leans his head on Shane’s back and tells him his address so they take off.
Shane drives through the city, enjoying the night air as they zip through the streets. The heat attached to his back is comforting, like a cozy blanket on a cold night. He doesn’t miss how Ilya rubs his thumbs on his lower stomach while his arms are wrapped around his waist. Something about that small touch is both soothing and tantalizing. Why is this stranger having this effect on him? More importantly, why is he taking this man he doesn’t know home and why did he feel compelled to do so?
They reach his place and Shane shuts off the bike. “Hey, we’re here.” He says softly.
“I appreciate you for bringing me home.” Ilya whispers into Shane’s ear. “Nicest thing someone’s done for me in a long time.” He swings a leg over and gets off the bike, Shane follows suit.
“I- uhhh… I better get home then. I’ll call a cab. Why don’t you go inside, and I’ll wait here until you go in.”
“Afraid someone will kidnap me?”
“Exactly.” Shane laughs as he naturally places a hand on Ilya’s shoulder.
Ilya swallows hard from the soft touch, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “Why don’t you stay with me tonight? It’s three in the morning; it will be hard to get an uber or taxi this late.”
Shane knows it won’t be hard to get a ride at this hour, and it wouldn’t be smart to stay over at a complete stranger’s home. Yet…. “I mean, if you don’t mind letting a complete stranger stay at your home.”
“You’re Shane, you own the One-Night Stand, and you have the prettiest freckles I’ve ever seen and also you, yourself are very pretty.”
Shane blushes, like actually blushes. “Pretty. That’s a new one for me.” Shane looks at his phone; he had already dialed the number for a taxi, he ends the call. He locks his phone and before he can change his mind he steps forward towards Ilya and… “Just for tonight.”
“Just for tonight.” Ilya repeats as he grabs Shane’s hand and they walk inside.
-TBC-