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Ice hockey had always been Shane Hollander’s life. Ever since he was little, just old enough to be standing on his own two feet, he had been enamoured by the sport, the sound of ice skates racing across the frozen field, the sound of sticks hitting the puck and the sound of the cheering fans blasting through the arena.
He had wanted that, had wanted that life.
So he made it his goal, his purpose and while reaching for his dream he did everything in his powers to push all the other roles thrust upon him into the background. Those weren’t needed, at least in Shane’s mind.
The words ‘omega’ and ‘problem’ had been used as a synonym when he had been growing up. Past coaches in the youth ice hockey clubs of his hometown had been acting dismissive whenever they caught onto his dynamic, had tried to disspirit the boy, knowing of the conservative ways of the alpha centric national hockey league. Shane didn’t remember much but a lot of heated arguments between youth coaches and his mother during those years.
“I just wanna play ice hockey, Mom.”
Yuna had smiled while patting his head. “Then you’ll just be the first omega playing in the NHL.”
They had him promote himself as being equal to other alpha and beta players, like an abnormality, an omega whose nature wasn’t like an omega at all. Instead they twisted the narrative and made that seem like his strength and the public, surprisingly, ate it up. Most people simply loved the underdog storyline they created with Shane Hollander, first omega in the NHL. When Shane ultimately got scouted by Montreal - a publicity stunt a few vocal sports channels had been betting on back then - he got one step closer to his life goal.
“I’m here to play ice hockey not to be an omega, coach.” Shane had declared from the beginning. Montreal had taken the gamble and pushed Shane’s omega designation aside, just like Shane had wanted.
Shane had worked for the role as professional ice hockey player, trained for it, changed his life for it, so that was what he became. The other roles, especially the omega role, did not mean shit to him, he would continue pushing it into the background, would score more goals, would win more trophies, everything to satisfy his passion for the sport.
All he needed was ice hockey and he was certain that this life, that role as professional ice hockey player, was his key for happiness.
And then of course that stupidly hot alpha happened.
Ilya happened.
God did that damned alpha mess up his whole carefully arranged existence, didn’t he.
At first it was easy, it was easy to pretend Rozanov was just part of Shane’s role as the professional ice hockey player. They had that damned rivalry, which was, of course, all about who was the better player.
Typical ice hockey dick measuring contest as they say.
Shane was used to alpha’s trying to get under his skin, trying to rile him up in hopes of making the omega submit. Though luck though, because that audacity, those feral shitty alpha grins those kind of players had going didn’t make the omega wet, oh no it just pissed him off and made him feral.
Ilya, however, was the exception to everything. Every rule, every seemingly biological law that had once applied to Shane’s body and mind was broken and all it had taken was that damn look, that damn touch, the damn way the alpha was able to fuck into him all so perfectly. The first man to ever make Shane whimper and purr all in one night.
So with Ilya, with every year their arrangement had been going on, the ups and downs, his omega side, his role as an omega, was something Shane couldn’t ignore anymore.
He had done it for over 18 years and then one russian alpha came along and fucked up his whole masterplan of never ever giving in to his biology.
Now especially, with him and Ilya having finally worked through their issues and getting together, there was this feeling inside of Shane’s chest that got harder and harder to ignore. He needed his alpha, needed Ilya more than ever these days. He craved the man’s touch desperately and if it weren’t for Shane’s strict tracking of his cycle he was nearly certain he was close to his heat. He felt so empty, like there was something missing.
The omega part of him, he had kept under control for so long was yearning, though for what he still hasn’t figured out. And fuck would he ask his boyfriend, Ilya would just tease him for being ‘cock-hungry’ again.
Which he wasn’t, clearly, as getting off didn’t help anything.
“Fuck,” Shane mewled from his position on the bed, as his thighs quivered whenever his cunt slammed down on the dildo.
It was pathetic at this point the omega thought annoyed. He was on his third orgasm, bedsheets already soaked from all the slick that was nearly constantly dripping out of his cunt and the watery cum of his spent cock. There were tears at the corners of his eyes, mouth agape, when another quivering moan left his throat.
Fuck this, he though bitterly.
What was a stupid alpha boyfriend even good for when he couldn’t even be there to fuck him through this weird mood Shane had going on lately. Ilya was getting settled in Ottawa, bonding with his new team, beginning the new chapter and the plan they so carefully crafted together.
And Shane was happy, okay? So happy that Ilya was getting along so great with his team mates. But fuck would Shane be even happier if he had the alpha’s thick cock thrusting into him, pressing him downwards into the mattress and fucking orgasm after orgasm out of him.
The dildo just wasn’t doing it for him anymore, hadn’t been doing it for him for years.
His cunt craved his alpha and Shane could only whine as he came once more, somehow even more unsatisfied as before. The omega slumped forwards on the bed, nose scrunching as the faint smell of Ilya was as good as gone. Fuck this.
Giving himself a few moments to wallow in self pity, Shane then hissed as he pulled the soiled dildo out of his spent cunt, wincing at the mess between his legs.
“Fuck, laundry day isn’t until Friday,” he mumbled to himself but gathered up the sheets anyways.
A while later, freshly showered and newly dressed even if still grumpy, the omega’s phone rang. A small smile instantly grew on his lips when he read the name.
“Hey, is the team meeting already finished? How was it?” Shane greeted his boyfriend when his face appeared on the screen.
“Was good. We have long way to go though, training will be rough the next months.”
Ilya had his face probed on one hand, eyes clearly tired from a long day, though the lazy smile on his face combined with his disheveled blonde locks made Shane nearly purr in contempt. God, his boyfriend was hot.
Fuck, keep it together, you're not in heat! The omega reprimanded his wandering thoughts as quickly as they came.
“How’s my omega doing, моя любовь (my love)? You only had morning training today, yes?”
Shane nodded as a shiver made its way down his spine hearing the words omega, the way Ilya used it so differently so uniquely. The alpha used it in such a tender way, that made Shane strangely excited.
The excitement of ‘YES! That’s me, I'm Ilya’s omega, my alpha is acknowledging our bond!’ was strumming through his whole body and the way Ilya was looking at him all smiley wasn’t helping.
“Yeah, coach is still figuring out the new line up details with the recent addition to our team until tomorrow. So it was just drills, nothing too exciting really,” Shane explained. “Jackie invited me over for dinner, so I’m going over to her’s and Hayden’s in a bit and- oh come on don’t make that face!”
Ilya scowl didn’t ease even when Shane was starting to chuckle at the ridiculousness of the 9 out of 10 times reaction the omega would have to deal with from his alpha whenever he mentioned his best friend and team mate.
“C’mon Hayden isn’t bad enough to earn a cold stare like that.”
Ilya grumbled at that. “I agree he is worse, slow on the ice, hesitant grip on hockey stick, weak back hand more than yours-”
“ILYA!”
Shane sighed as his boyfriend’s grin grew, amused with his omega’s reaction, though Shane could barely hold in the mirroring grin himself. “My back hand isn’t weak.”
The alpha hummed. “Mhhh yes, grip isn’t weak I admit, my cock knows too.” Shane could slightly see a shift on Ilya’s side, as the alpha moved his phone to his other hand and the omega could easily imagine the way Ilya’s right hand must be palming said cock at that moment.
The heat inside his stomach and between his tights, something he had tried to get rid of just an hour ago, was starting to creep back in and all it seemingly took was some cheap line from his chosen alpha. Shane was hooked, truly, his biology was clearly working against him when it came to Ilya.
“Ilya I have to go in like ten minutes, we can’t-”
“You’re making the face. Have that blush on your cute cheeks you only get when you come,” Ilya mused, gaze heated, challenging the bashful look his omega was giving him. “You touched yourself, yes? Tell me, моя любовь. Did you use fingers, use dildo, pretend it was my thick cock thrusting into your needy weeping cunt?”
Shane’s face must have said enough and the omega whined at the memory of his previous pathetic episode of getting off by himself.
“C’mon take of pants, show me how wet you are,” the alpha teased, hand still palming his own hardening cock.
Shane grumbled at the words, though more at the instant reacting his cunt had going on and the feeling of slick smearing against his freshly put on underwear. How could he be horny again?! At this point Shane was so done with his body…maybe he should make an appointment with his omega specialist holy shit.
“No, Ilya, stop. I have to get going soon, Hayden will-”
“Don’t say that idiot's name while I have my hand on my dick.”
“And-” Shane argued, ignoring the angry look in his alpha’s eyes at the reminder of his best friend. “Laundry day isn’t until Friday and I already have enough dirty clothes piling up and honestly it just isn’t the same when you’re not here and I know technically you’re even closer now than before being in Ottawa and all that but fuck -”
“Shane, breathe.”
The omega wasn’t even aware he was starting to ramble until the grounding sound of Ilya’s voice and his worried eyes reached him.
The shift of the overall mood was instant and just like that Ilya was in protective mode.
“You okay?” his eyes were scanning Shane’s face, knowing there must be something deeper going on with his omega.
“Yeah, it’s just-” Shane sighed. “I miss you, being with you, waking up with you and going to bed with you…I just thought I would handle this better after off season, I should handle this better, I just feel weird these days. It’s nothing really, don’t worry.”
The confusion inside of Shane grew even more. Usually he was always up for phone sex with Ilya, how could he not?
“I worry, you’re my boyfriend, my omega, I worry, always,” the alpha hummed and Shane couldn’t help the purr that escaped him.
“I feel the same, I miss you too, want you close to me.”
There was a deep look exchanged, their eyes finding each other and the silent understanding being a small comfort in that tender moment.
“So,” Ilya’s voice trailed off. “Yuna asked if we could come for dinner this Friday. And I thought you could stay over after.”
A small laugh escaped Shane at the mention of his mother. “Don’t tell me she has spent all week spamming you with restaurant and cafe recommendations in Ottawa, you know how often they go out to eat?”
“I saved all the spots with healthy food options so we can go together.”
Shane could feel his eyes tear up a bit at that.
“I love you, Ilya. So much.”
“Я тоже тебя люблю.” (I love you too)
—-
The Pike’s place was loud and busy as usual. After so many years now being friends with Hayden and basically witnessing his ever growing family first hand Shane should have gotten used to it. However, the omega swore Hayden’s kids had such a surplus supply of energy, especially in the evening, even a grown professional hockey player couldn’t keep up.
At least Shane wasn’t so sure he could.
How Jackie seemed to keep them all under control while handling dinner at the same time was truly a mystery to Shane. Even when he offered his help with the clean up afterwards , several times that was, the woman wouldn’t have it.
“Really Jackie, that’s the least I can do for-”
“Don’t even think about it!” She laughed as she took the dirty plate from him and shooed him back into the dining room. “If you really wanna help, keep an eye on Amber while Hayden is getting the kids ready for bed.”
So that’s how Shane found himself face to face with the small toddler, who was currently fastened to a baby swing, swinging away and grinning up at the omega with big eyes.
Now, Shane’s knowledge of babies was minimal, practically non-existent outside of Hayden’s children and the few children he had signed autographs for after a game. But even he could easily see how adorable little Amber was. The little alpha girl was the cutest, Shane wondered how Hayden could possibly be part of making such a cute being like her.
Even her scent, all milky and baby like, didn’t help Shane as a small purr escaped him.
Amber must have caught onto that sound, as she squealed delightedly and reached for him in an instance. “Ma-maa!”
“What-” Shane’s eyes widened at the words, because he wasn’t obviously Mama that was! He wasn’t particularly paternal nor had he ever thought of himself like that. “Amber, your mom is in the kitchen, you want me to get her for you?”
As soon as he asked the toddler that question, the omega wanted to face palm hard. Was he expecting a straight answer from a one year old?
What the hell is wrong with you? He cringed internally.
However the little girl didn’t care for his inner panic and simply kept reaching for him, muttering a mix of Mama and up up, which even Shane could decipher the meaning of.
“You want me to hold you?”
The sparkling eyes of the excited toddler were enough of an answer and luckily at that moment Jackie came back into the room and immediately cooed at her daughter and the funny scene Shane was locked in.
“Awww she really likes you, Shane.” The other omega cooed and kneeled down next to her daughter. “You wanna say hi to uncle Shane, Amber?”
It wouldn’t be the first time Shane held one of Jackie’s and Hayden’s kids, but he couldn’t help but feel a little bad for the other kids since this was the first time Shane felt kind of happy about it. In a way his chest now felt warmer at the thought of getting to hold little Amber.
“Is that okay with you, Shane? No pressure of course! Though I haven’t seen her this excited all day ever since you came over.”
Shane technically knew he could decline and Jackie would understand, hell her understanding seemingly had no limits and at another time maybe he would have but before he could think about it he was already opening his arms. “Of course, I would love to hold her.”
He was a bit helpless with directions but with Jackie’s help he was soon nestled onto the couch, Amber snuggled against his chest, nose resting against his neck and contently babbling to herself.
And it felt nice. Really nice. Nicer than he ever remembered holding a baby before.
Shane was surprised by himself even, how easy it was and how his scent reacted immediately. With the calming combination of him and Amber’s milky baby scent he couldn’t help but start a low purr in his chest as his eyes were locked onto the small body in his arms.
“She’s so calm all of sudden,” Jackie nearly whispered from next to him with an awed expression.
Shane hummed in agreement.
“It’s nice right? The scent and warmth,” Jackie laughed lightly. “Sometimes I think that’s the main reason we decided to have so many kids.”
Amber’s babbling was slowly coming to a halt and Shane was certain she was close to dozing off in his arms. Being deemed safe enough to fall asleep on made him more emotional than he would have liked to admit in that moment.
“Are you planning on having any more after her? Hayden is always on about getting a vasectomy but I have the feeling you’re the one making the final calls in this house.”
Jackie leaned back with a wistful sigh. “You’re spot on with that. Though Hayden and I are on the same page, we feel more than content with the way it is now.”
There was a beat of silence, before Jackie gave Shane a pointed look at the tender hold of her daughter.
“What about you?”
Shane furrowed his brows. “Me? What about me?”
“Well, kids. Do you want them?”
It should be a simple question. It was a simple question but Shane didn't know what to say. No one had ever asked him about that.
He was Shane Hollander, captain of the Montreal Metros, professional ice hockey player. Those were the roles he had and having a child, a baby of his own? That would entail losing everything he had built up for so long.
Being a parent wasn’t a role for Shane. It went against his nature.
“I can’t…”
Jackie looked confused at the words. “What do you mean? You’re an omega just like me. Omegas can have kids if they want, Shane.”
But I’m not like you, aren’t I?
Shane’s mind was spinning at this point, so he hugged Amber a bit closer and tugged his nose against her hair. The milky scent helped, it calmed him, warming his chest and he felt like he could breathe again.
“Hey, you okay?” Jackie asked, now concerned. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked something so personal, you’re just such a natural right now, the way you’re using your omega scent and purrs to lull Amber to sleep, I just thought..”
“Jackie,” Shane interrupted. “It’s okay, really. I was just a bit taken aback, no one ever asked me that before.”
The other omega looked surprised at that and Shane felt bad for the direction this conservation was taking.
“I’m a professional athlete, that comes before anything else, especially before my designation.”
Jackie looked like she wanted to say more but at that moment Hayden finally came back into the room and with that the whole mood, the delicate conversation they just had, shifted.
“Aww man three bed time stories, THREE, they just wouldn’t fall asleep. I even had to put on the funny voices, our kids are such bullies Jackie I swear, I-”
Hayden stopped dead in his tracks the moment he spotted them, eyes wide when he caught onto Shane tenderly holding his youngest daughter against his chest. What really caught him off guard though was the small audible purr coming from no other than his very own captain.
“Oh wow,” he breathed out dumbfounded.
Shane smiled awkwardly at his best friend, wanting to explain the situation but before he could Hayden already beat him to it.
“Damn Shane I always forget you’re actually a real life omega and it’s not just words being thrown around to mess with you on the ice.”
And that stung.
Stung in a way that even surprised Shane himself.
Yes, Shane hated being reduced to his biology, worked actively against it all his life. But being regarded as so unlike his own biology, like he was a fraud, like Shane didn’t fit the type at all?
It was almost worse.
Because if he was just reduced to his biology he would still be considered normal, he would still fit.
But people not even bothering to think about him as an omega if it wasn’t to insult him hurt on a deeper level.
Fuck
One breath, two breath, a last intake of Amber’s calming baby scent and Shane wordlessly nudged the little girl over into Jackie's awaiting arms. The woman had a concerned look in her eyes that Shane deliberately ignored.
He felt so stupid, he needed to get home.
“Fuck, uhh sorry I-” Hayden tried to find the right words.
“I should really get going now, Thank you for dinner, Jackie.”
Hayden looked properly lost when Shane walked past him over to the door and only followed his friend when Jackie gave him a pointed glare over her shoulder, as she followed the other omega to the door.
“It’s always a pleasure having you over, Shane.” She smiled, rocking a sleeping Amber in her arms. “And thank you for helping me get this little girl to fall asleep, I swear you’re a natural.”
Shane knew Jackie meant well, though it still felt like a bitter sting to him in his mind. Though, he forced a smile at the comment.
Hayden then appeared once more, still a bit lost, a worried crease between his brows as he looked at his best friend and team captain. Before he could awkwardly mutter out some words again, words Shane knew wouldn’t help anyone at that moment, the omega was faster.
“It’s late, you get some sleep as well, Hayden. We have early drills tomorrow and I want my teammates in top condition, captain’s order.”
It felt like the safest card to play. It came natural to Shane to play the role of team captain and Hayden looked a bit relieved at being spared an awkward conversation over hurtful words being thrown around. And why would Shane want to open that box anyways?
He already felt shitty enough without having to talk about it.
Shane waved the couple goodbye and got in his car for a silent drive home. His mind was running over the words over and over again, it almost felt like static when he finally parked in the garage of his apartment complex.
Back inside his apartment Shane fished out his phone and was pleased by the distraction by the messages his boyfriend had sent him. He couldn’t help the small smile growing on his face at the ridiculous texts Ilya sent.
Lily
Never give me recommendations again.
Lily
Only boring people like this kind of documentary.
And your boring has not rubbed off on me no matter how much we rub each other off ;)
Jane
I liked the cinematography.
Lily
Who watches documentary for cinematography??
Jane
I do.
Lily
So boring people.
Jane
Fuck you.
Lily
My omega is so perfectly boring, he doesn’t even react to my sex joke
Shane knew it was stupid, he was being stupid. But shit. Just reading Ilya so casually calling him ‘my omega’ was everything he didn’t know he needed right now.
There was a warmth in his chest, which was followed by the empty pull inside of him, which left him so horny earlier on in the day. But Shane would take that ridiculous horniness over the bitter strung from a few minutes ago.
To Ilya, to his alpha, he was an omega, a real one. He felt acknowledged on such a deep level by one of the most important people in his life.
God, did he wish Ilya was here right now.
Friday couldn’t come fast enough.
Jane
Your sex jokes suck.
Lily
You love them.
Admit you miss them.
Jane
No, never.
Lily
🙁
Jane
But I do miss you.
Lily
I miss you too.
Jane
I love you.
Lily
Love you too, my omega.
Are you okay?
Jane
I am now, don’t worry.
I have an early morning, goodnight my alpha.
Lily
Goodnight my omega.
And bring clothes with your scent on friday
House still smells too much like only me
Jane
Will do.
Lily
Preferably slick stained underwear :)
Jane
No, that’s gross Ilya.
Lily
🙁
Jane
…
fine..
Lily
That’s my good omega
Friday really couldn’t come fast enough.
—
The following days were a blur of training and team meetings and Shane could feel how the whole team couldn’t wait for the actual season to start. They were all riled up, ready for another shot at the cup, to bring another victory home to Montreal.
Usually Shane would be just as hyped up if not more when it came to hockey season.
But he was still not feeling quite like himself if he was being honest. The weird horniness still caught him off guard whenever he was home, he felt restless and overall like he was missing something.
He was guessing it must be Ilya, the alpha’s presence and touch his soul craved. Going from being together 24/7 during the off season and then to barely seeing each other probably was the whole cause of his emotional turmoil lately.
At least Shane hoped so, otherwise a visit to his omega specialist was his plan B. Though he hoped he could avoid plan B as even at 27 years the whole omega specialist appointment always made his skin crawl. Maybe it was that goddamn awful chair…
Now, however, he truly felt excitement trimming through his veins as carefully picked out the worn clothes covered by his scent he had saved from the bunch he had loaded into the washer for laundry day.
And yes. That included one once thoroughly soaked pair of briefs he had sprayed with slick and cum from the other day.
One two hour drive later and Shane nearly felt his heart explode when finally, finally the door opened and after nearly three weeks his alpha was standing in front of him again all handsome and giving him one of these cute, whipped smiles he only ever used for Shane.
And Shane? Fuck he was gone.
He had imagined slowly melting into Ilya’s arms, kissing him sweetly and basking in their combined scents.
Reality however had Shane in motion the moment Ilya’s rich and deep alpha scent reached him from the entrance. There was this warmth, this emptiness inside of him again that left Shane like a starving man in the wild. And Ilya? He was that piece of meat he had been dreaming about for all his life.
“Моя любовь, how was-”
His question was promptly cut short by a very pushy omega, who spared not another second before throwing his arms around Ilya’s broad shoulder, pulling the alpha close and connecting their mouths in a desperate kiss.
It was messy and hungry, more spit and teeth than any coordination. But Shane wanted it, needed it and Ilya, like the attentive and horny alpha he was, was more than willing to comply with his boyfriend’s wishes.
Shane couldn’t believe he could miss another person’s tongue so much but yet here he was moaning wantonly into the kiss when Ilya caressed the inside of his mouth like he owned it.
The alpha’s hands trailed downward along Shane’s sides, along his hips before he finally grabbed his ass, giving it a firm squeeze and promptly lifted the omega into his arms, all while still kissing the life out of him.
Shane was gone, the heat in his belly searing and with their combined scents, Ilya palming his ass it was no wonder he could feel himself slickening up. Ilya must have noticed as well from the way his hand slid between Shane’s legs as soon as he dropped his omega on the next available surface which just so happened to be the kitchen counter.
“Fuck, Shane,” Ilya said breathlessly when he managed to pull away from the omega’s mouth. “You don’t smell like heat. Why do you act like in heat?”
Shane’s eyes were glassy when he looked up towards Ilya. Both their lips were wet with spit and the omega was sure there was already a stain between his legs from his wet and puffy cunt. He probably looked like a mess he imagined, but his mind was set on his goal and Shane Hollander had always been goal orientated.
“How much time until we have to go?”
Ilya blinked once and then quickly grabbed his phone out of his pocket, wincing once when his hand nudged against his hardened cock.
“Like 20 minutes, best 15 if we want to beat traffic.”
Shane didn’t need another word and pressed his hand against Ilya’s chest nudging the alpha backwards, away from the counter before sliding off it. Ilya looked confused for a moment, almost disappointed and Shane would have loved to tease him about it but time was of essence here.
“Good,” Shane hummed and without another second turned around, undid his pants with an audible zip, pulled them plus his underwear off in one go and then leaned over the marble counters arching his back towards his speechless alpha. “Fuck me.”
The omega knew his alpha inside and out, that’s what ten years does to somebody. So hearing the audible little ‘fuck’ Ilya always let out when Shane put on a show, dared to tease the alpha, the omega couldn’t help the small smirk on his face. The satisfaction that Ilya was as obsessed with Shane as he was with him, that gave Shane such a high.
Daring a look back over his shoulder, Shane’s hazy gaze met Ilya’s hungry look. The bulge in Ilya’s pants was more than visible, it almost looked painful and maybe Shane would have had some sympathy if it weren’t for the pulsing heat in between his thighs and his impatience.
“Ilya,” Shane grumbled. “Hurry the fuck up or I swear-”
Then, the sound of a zipper, footsteps and sudden hands grabbing his ass from behind, spreading the omega’s cheeks roughly before the familiar pressure of Ilya’s cock was nudged against Shane’s cunt.
“Hmmm needy omega,” Ilya crooned as he pressed himself against his boyfriend's back. “My perfect omega.”
Those words in particular had Shane preening, tilting his head to the side and baring his throat to his alpha, all ready for the taking. And Ilya didn’t need another word to understand the body language of his future mate, so he nuzzled against the omega’s neck, ghosting against the untouched mating mark and pressed inside.
The first stretch, like always, had Shane nearly breathless. Ilya was simply huge, even from an alpha’s perspective. But Shane had never been a quitter even back during their first hook up and now after years of his cunt getting fucked by the thick cock he would humbly consider himself a professional.
A professional at taking Ilya Rozanov’s cock.
The squelch of Ilya thrusting unapologetic against his g-spot and his balls audible slapping against Shane’s ass with every rough shove forward against the counter had Shane seeing stars as his fingers clawed against the marble underneath him. It was perfect, oh so perfect, and for the first time in weeks Shane felt sated.
The omega didn’t even care that his dick was literally trapped against the cold surface and that the corner of the counter was pressing against his upper thighs, likely to leave marks. No all he cared about was being fucked into oblivion by his hot alpha boyfriend.
Said alpha was panting erratically, speeding up the closer he got to his orgasm, which after over three weeks of not fucking Shane wouldn’t take long.
“Fuck, Моя любовь,” he moaned against Shane’s neck. “You’re so fucking tight, omega.”
Shane was too lost moaning from his cunt being pummeled by Ilya’s cock, the tip gracing his g-spot and probably nudging against his cervix if Ilya would go any harder on Shane. But when he felt a sudden pressure against his mating mark, his senses won over his instincts as his hand took hold of his boyfriend’s curly hair and pulled him away before he could sink his teeth in.
“Fuck, Ilya, remember the plan we have.”
Ilya whined against the strong hold on his hair, only thrusting harder inside of the omega. “I wouldn’t, I know the plan.”
“I ahhh-,” Shane whined into the next thrust against his clenching walls. “Fuck, I also know how you get when you’re pussy drunk.”
“Not my fault you have the thightest and wettest pussy to fuck, omega,” Ilya grumbled against his ear.
Then he quicked the pace and Shane was too distracted by the fat cock ramming inside of him and moaning against the kitchen counter to rebuttal anything.
With that it didn’t take long until both were close. Ilya took Shane’s high pitched whines as a clear sign his omega wouldn’t need much longer and the alpha could feel his cock straining inside of Shane’s cunt.
“Ahh- fuck Ilya, inside, please!”
“You sure omega? We have car drive after.”
Shane was usually not into that, had never liked the mess it created, but now, now he swore he would go feral if Ilya didn’t cum inside of him. He didn’t really understand why, he just knew he needed Ilya, the very essence of him, deep inside of him.
“If you don’t cum inside of me I will rip your balls off and find somebody who does, I fucking swear to god Ilya I-”
“Don’t-” Ilya grumbled, anger easily set aflame at the mere sidemark. “I’m your alpha, I’ll fuck you full, Никто, кроме меня!” (No one else but me.)
True to his words Ilya sped up his thrusts, balls obscenely slapping against Shane’s pussy lips, making the omega whine at the sensation. And with that Ilya pressed himself down on his omega thoroughly squishing him against the kitchen counter and finally releasing into Shane’s cunt in hot spurts.
Shane, at last getting what he had desired, the feeling of being filled to the brim, made his walls clench tightly as he found his own release with a high pitched whine.
A few moments later, Ilya hummed once more against the omega’s sweaty neck with a chuckle. “Hands free, still a good trick.”
Shane, groaned at the words and tiredly rested his forehead against the marble.
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The drive over to Shane’s parents wasn’t the most comfortable and the worst part was Shane only had himself to blame for that. Well and his cocky looking alpha who had a too big dick for even his ego.
“I told you,” Ilya hummed knowingly from the driver's side. And thank fuck was he the one driving because Shane wasn’t sure he could in his state.
“Shut up.”
Shane was just glad Ilya still had some slick pads from his last heat, because in no way in hell would he be wearing a plug too fucking dinner with his parents. It was already bad enough the two of them were covered in their combined scents. Better not tempt fate and make his dad get out another bottle of too strong vodka to get over the awkwardness.
Though, Ilya would’ve probably loved that, well the alcohol part that was.
Speaking of the alpha, Shane could probably never get over the after sex glow Ilya Rozanov was wearing like a fucking badge ever single time. Meanwhile Shane was leaking alpha cum onto a slick pad because his instincts were messed up. Good thing was, however, that for once his chest felt sated, and the weird emptiness that always seemed to leave him horny as a little fucking coyote in heat had vanished. For once Shane didn’t end up with a surplus of five unsatisfied orgasms. No, this time he was left content, sated and bundled into his alpha’s scent.
Well, and leaking Ilya Rozanov cum inside his underwear.
At least at times like those his contraceptives were actually worth the money and hassle to take them every single day.
“Shane, Моя любовь,” Ilya gently reached over intertwining their hands. “Get some rest, yes?”
Shane hummed with a small smile, squeezing Ilya’s hand. “I love you.”
“Я тоже тебя очень люблю.” (I love you too, so much)
An hour and one nap later they finally arrived. They were greeted like always, with many hugs and ‘we missed you two’s. And thankfully neither Yuna nor David commented on their strong combined scent and simply ushered them to the table.
Shane was happy to see his parents again. He only realized how long it had actually been since the summer days at the cottage between phone calls and all the training he had going on for the upcoming season.
The part he was mostly happy about though was always seeing the way his parents would dote on Ilya whenever they all came together like this. How far they’ve come from the day Ilya and him awkwardly sat at the dinner table coming clean about their relationship and now the easy conversation and familiarity floating around between the four of them.
Ilya had fit like a missing puzzle piece in the Hollander household.
“So how’s Ottawa so far,” Yuna asked Ilya.
“Ottawa’s good, nice city and the people are friendlier, I think.”
Shane chuckled at that. “Maybe they’re just nicer because the centaurs are basically seeing and treating you as their holy grail this season.”
“I am the best player on the team and in the league, that is true.”
“Best player of the league who will lose to Montreal the coming season.”
“You seem too sure for player who’s backhand could still improve.”
Once started Shane and Ilya had their whole spiel back on like old times sake and Yuna and David merely looked at the still very much alive rivalry from across the dinner table. Except opposite to their very heated words and serious looks their hands stayed intertwined on top of the table.
Yuna almost wanted to take a picture but then decided on intervening when too many ‘fucks’ were dropped for her liking. “Boys, c’mon! Remember this is a dinner table and not the rink.”
David laughed at the scolded looks on the boys’ faces. “Well good to see some things never change.”
After dinner Shane went to the living room, still way too sleepy from all the time spent on the road that day while his Dad and Ilya were doing the dishes and his Mom was wiping off the table.
Then Shane spotted something new on the walls where most of their family photos over the years were hung. And taking a closer look the omega easily recognized that face. How could he not from the cute blonde looks and sweet toothy smile being flashed at the camera.
“Mom, where did you get these photos?”
Yuna looked over at her son’s questioning face and where he was pointing. “Oh that! I asked Ilya for some baby photos to add to our walls, aren’t they cute?”
Shane’s mind caught onto the plural form and he instantly looked over the several frames and spotted several added photos of his boyfriend. Some even he hadn’t seen before.
Angel was definitely an understatement, because child Ilya basically looked like cuteness incarnate to Shane. In one photo Ilya looked like probably six or seven years old, already wearing some form of hockey uniform, though the helmet being visibly too big and the hockey stick literally dwarfing little Ilya. Nonetheless baby Ilya was grinning ear to ear and looking so proud of himself, holding up that too big hockey stick.
Even now Ilya still donned that very same smile whenever he scored a goal.
However one photo in particular made Shane stop in his tracks.
It was an even older photo of small toddler Ilya, lying on a baby mat on the floor and playing with some sort of toy in his own little world. What caught Shane’s attention, though, was the fact that one of his own toddler photos, with him even being in a similar state, was hung directly next to it. And seeing the direct comparison, did something to Shane.
Time passed and he went through all the added photos on the walls, smiled at the cuteness of it all and at one point Ilya came back into the living room.
“I’ve never seen some of these before,” Shane said, gesturing to his boyfriend to come over.
Ilya hummed, looking at his own baby photos. “I found some more going through my things from Russia when I moved into the new house. Sorry I wanted to show you, моя любовь.”
“It’s okay, I’m happy to see them now, to see them next to all the other family photos.”
Ilya’s gently wrapped around the omega’s waist from behind, hugging him close with a soft grumble, “You want to hear the story of that photo?”
Said photo showed a small Ilya, probably around four years old and smiling cutely as he held a wrapped present in his small arms.
Shane leaned back against the alpha’s shoulder smiling.
“Tell me about it, please.”
Later on back at Ilya’s place Shane’s mind was still reeling around the photos.
He could only be momentarily distracted after Ilya didn’t wait a second when he closed the bedroom door and he was already pulling his omega towards him with a heated look in his eyes.
One thing was certain, no matter how late or how exhausted, Ilya Rozanov’s cock would always be ready to go.
“You still smell. Is your cunt still dripping with my cum?”
Even if Shane was distracted before one look, one whiff of Ilya’s deep scent and now hearing that he was a gone man all over again.
If Ilya’s cock would always be ready for him, so would Shane’s cunt.
This time they were mindful of their plans the following day however. Shane knew his cunt couldn’t handle another fucking without him limping the next morning but the couple was nothing if not creative enough and horny enough to have plenty other ways.
So in the end Ilya coaxed three more orgasms out of Shane with his mouth and fingers and Shane happily took his alpha’s load down his throat.
It wasn’t as satisfying as Ilya coming inside of him, but it was the next best thing and left the omega with another feeling of being filled. And Shane had hoped that would help his spiraling mind, or at least would tire him out enough for him to drift off to sleep as soon as his head hit the pillow and Ilya’s arms were wrapped around him.
But reality wasn’t as kind to Shane as it seemed.
His thoughts were running a mile an hour, circling around everything the past couple days.
Fuck.
Then Jackie’s question from a few days ago came back to him like a flash.
What about you? Do you want children?
Well, no. He was a professional athlete. But…if so, why couldn’t his mind let go of the photos, why couldn’t his mind stop spiraling about what Ilya’s and his potential child could look like.
Would they have Ilya’s curls? His eyes? Maybe even his moles? Genetically speaking they would probably have Shane’s eye colour, but thinking about that in combination with Ilya’s cute curls and-FUCK
The omega squeezed his eyes shut, a gasp nearly leaving his red bitten lips.
Fuck.
He was already in too deep wasn’t he? And all it took was their baby photos next to each other.
Maybe he never had considered the word want in Jackie’s question. Maybe he had denied there could ever be a want from the start because his life was so strictly constructed around his career.
But…clearly there was some kind of want. Some kind of desire inside of him that wanted a small little version of both Ilya and himself.
With a sigh Shane glanced at Ilya who was lying asleep next to him, arms wrapped around the omega and looking so peaceful.
Would Ilya want that as well? Would he like to have a baby with Shane?
Shane knew all of it. Ilya’s difficult childhood, his family life with his cruel father, his suffering mother and hurtful older brother. It wasn’t happy, Ilya had suffered so much and still did to this day. Shane knew nothing would ever be able to make up for that, of course he knew, but even so he was Ilya’s family now, him and his parents, Ilya was part of the Hollanders now.
Though, giving Ilya a baby made a warm tingle appear inside of Shane. Just the mere thought. He wondered what kind of father Ilya would be.
Shane also wondered what kind of father he would be.
His thoughts were running a mile an hour, thinking about the ifs, all the what could be’s. He tried to calm himself by reminding himself it was mere fantasizing.
Remember hockey first, always first.
An omega ice hockey player was already hard enough but imagine a pregnant one!
With those tumbling thoughts and arguments being thrown around back and forth inside his mind Shane eventually fell asleep, though never once in his mind fully admitting what his heart already knew.
I want a baby with Ilya.