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Ilya did not know how the fuck he ended up here…
He stared through the slatted doorframe of Shane’s closet, his heart pounding, looking out into the bedroom where Shane laid on his bed touching himself. He watched as Shane’s hand disappeared below his sweatpants, his head arching back as his moans filled his room…
It should be noted that this had not been Ilya’s plan. He and Shane had already hooked up just yesterday and he’d intended on not seeing him again until their next face-off. But as fate would have it, Ilya had forgotten his wallet there. And knowing that Shane had probably left for Toronto early that morning, being unable to explain to his teammates why his wallet was left at Shane fucking Hollander’s apartment, and needing to board his flight back to Boston in less than 4 hours, Ilya had ultimately decided his best bet was to just go back and get it. He knew Shane’s door code now, afterall. And it wasn’t like he would be stealing anything. He just needed to go in. Pick up his wallet. And go home.
Ilya had succeeded at the first two steps. Having entered Shane’s apartment felt illegal even though he’d been there hundreds of times prior. Still somehow, not having Shane there made the space feel liminal, lifeless, and staged. Shane always kept a spotless apartment, and Ilya was impressed to find that the bedroom was cleaner than when he’d entered it the night before. The bed had been remade with fresh smelling linen sheets, the floors had been swept, and the surfaces dusted. And all the while, Ilya saw nothing of his wallet.
He tried to re-trace his steps, walking around the room. He traced where he’d carried Shane to the bed and thrown him down the night before. Ilya had his wallet then, in his back pocket. Then, he remembered how he’d crawled on top of him, his erection rubbing against Shane’s through their jeans. Shane had tugged Ilya’s pants off of him, and very unlike his usual self, had flung them across the room. He remembered that well because of how turned on he’d gotten afterwards. Ilya turned his head in the direction he remembered Shane throwing his jeans and saw a pair of slatted double closet doors at the far end of the room.
Ilya quickly went to open them and sure enough, there on the floor laid his wallet. He bent down to pick it up but just as he did so, he heard the clicking and opening of the front door. Panic filled him and in a split second reaction he buried himself in the closet to hide, shutting the doors behind him.
Ilya waited, annoyed and confused. Who the fuck else could need to be in Shane’s apartment? His mother? Hayden? Fuck Hayden, Ilya thought to himself.
Besides, he and the rest of the Metros should have been half way to Toronto by now. A voice started coming closer and even worse than Shane’s mother or Shane’s friend, Shane Hollander himself entered the bedroom speaking into his phone.
“Yeah…yeah, all the flights to Toronto were canceled…mhmm…I know, the weather…yeah…no, you and dad don’t have to worry about it. We’ll fly out to New York next week so at least I get some peace and quiet till then.” Shane’s voice travelled through the closet.
Fuck. Fuck, fucking fuck! Ilya thought, clutching his wallet angrily. How the fuck was he supposed to explain this?
“Oh sorry Hollander, I forgot my wallet after railing you into oblivion and leaving like asshole. Hope you don’t mind I broke in. And now I am leaving again. Like asshole.”
Ilya wanted to punch himself.
“I know…I know, mom. Yeah. You too. Talk to you later.” Shane said before hanging up. Ilya watched as Shane paced his room. He watched in silence as Shane took a deep breath in before turning to crawl into his bed. Ilya also took a deep breath in, preparing himself to open the closet door and face the lashing of a lifetime when suddenly he heard an all too familiar sound arise from the bedroom. He looked through the slats again to see Shane’s legs spread wide on the bed, his shirt pulled up, being held between his teeth, and his hands beginning to rub his chest in smooth circles as Ilya typically did.
Fucking hell, Hollander…you couldn’t wait a fucking day after I leave to touch yourself? Ilya couldn’t tell if he was angry because he was trapped in a fucking closet or if he was secretly jealous that Shane had the privilege of touching his own perfect body whenever he fucking wanted.
Goddammit… Ilya thought to himself, suddenly noticing that he was getting hard.
He really did not know how the fuck he ended up here…
And now here he was staring through the slatted doorframe, his heart pounding, looking out into the bedroom. He watched as Shane’s hand disappeared below his sweatpants, his head arching back as his moans filled his room. He saw the outline of Shane’s dick moving under his pants. His hand stroked it up and down in slow steady movements while his other hand had slipped out of his shirt and had begun to play with his nipple. He noticed Shane’s cheeks begin to blush over and small droplets of sweat began to form on his temple.
Ilya tucked his wallet into his pocket, his hand hovering dangerously close to his erection. There’s no fucking way that he could jerk off to Hollander like this. Hiding in his fucking closet like some pervert. But oh my god, did Shane look so good right now. His face and movements were exactly like what Ilya was used to seeing except for a certain laziness that could only have been due to Shane finally having time to kill by himself. It was a rare sight to see the Shane Hollander completely let himself go, even for Ilya who’d taken Shane to that stage only a few times since they started these hookups. Seeing Shane so lost in his own pleasure was too much for Ilya to continue holding himself back.
He slid his hand into his jeans, palming his dick through his underwear as he sucked in a breath. This was all he’d allow himself to do. Anymore and Ilya feared that he’d be found out and then there would truly be no explaining his way out of this. He knew how much Shane valued his space, and this crossed that line by a mile.
Shane stopped touching himself for a moment and turned over to his stomach. Ilya watched him reach for his night stand and from it he pulled a large purple dildo, a condom, and lube. Ilya’s chest tightened. The infamous dildo that Shane never let him see out of embarrassment. It was as normal and basic as Shane had described it and yet the thrill of finally seeing it in Shane’s hands sent a shock through Ilya’s body right to his groin. He watched as Shane slid the condom gingerly over the dildo. Such a Shane thing to do, Ilya thought. Maybe Shane was worried about germs even with his own sex toys. A darker thought was that he and Ilya only ever used condoms and maybe it reminded Shane of his cock. Fuck. That thought wasn’t helping Ilya’s situation right now.
Ilya’s jeans were feeling so fucking tight now. His dick strained beneath his underwear as he watched Shane begin to lube his fingers up and reach back to circle his hole. Shane’s strained moan from his own fingers nearly finished Ilya off, his hand tightening around the base of his cock through the thin fabric. A dark stain appeared from his tip beginning to leak. Fuck Hollander you’re killing me.
Shane drew small circles around his entrancr before inserting a finger. A light “shit…” exiting him as he did so. Ilya wanted to say it along with him but that would ruin everything. He was already embarrassed enough and dangerously close. He couldn’t afford any extra movements or thoughts if he wanted to hold out.
Shane slipped a second finger in and with his free hand brought the condomed dildo to his mouth. His throat widened as he took the toy to its hilt. It was nowhere near as big as Ilya but the toy made him gag nonetheless and Ilya felt his hips jerk in reaction. He watched as Shane slowly slid the dildo in and out of his mouth and Ilya found himself moving his hips in tandem as if it was him fucking into it. He slid his hand into his underwear, needing the extra grip to keep himself cool and oh my god his dick was slick to the touch. He couldn’t help feeling disgusted by himself but seeing Hollander so filled was making him lose reason.
Another moan escaped Shane’s mouth around the toy and he removed his fingers. He went to coat the dildo in more lube and reached back to slide it into himself. His hips arched and he let out a frustrated groan like he usually did when Ilya was stretching him. “F-fuck…” Shane whimpered as he took the dildo all the way in. Ilya bit his lip as he watched and he noticed that Shane’s angle was wrong. He wasn’t going to hit his prostate the way he was moving but he couldn’t say anything now. He watched as Shane trembled and slid the dildo back out before pushing it back in. He let out an exasperated breath instead of a moan this time and Ilya figured since he wasn’t getting what he wanted from the toy.
The smallest and meanest part of Ilya burned with pride that the toy wouldn’t replace him but seeing Shane so eager to chase his orgasm on his own made him look so pitiful and slutty. Ilya squeezed his dick harder, the pressure starting to become unbearable.
A few minutes past like that as Ilya watched Shane continue to frustratedly fuck himself through a mess of swears and groans before he finally removed the dildo and slowly lift himself from the bed. He hadn’t come yet and Ilya wondered if he was giving up which wasn’t like him at all. He didn’t know Shane to even be associated with the words. Shane walked himself to grab his phone.
Was he going to watch porn? It wasn’t completely out of the realm of possibility but Ilya also never knew Shane to be the porn watching type. But maybe in emergency situations like this one he needed an extra nudge to get himself off.
Shane sat back in his bed on his back and typed something quickly.
And as soon as the sent noise cleared the room the received noise sounded from Ilya’s pocket. He hadn’t had any time to silence his phone before it rung and he watched with a panic as Shane’s head rose to face the direction of the noise.
Fuck. Ilya thought as he scrambled to fish his phone from his pocket.
Our flight was cancelled. What’re you up to?
Heavy silence followed by more typing filled the room.
Did you leave your phone here?
FUCK. Ilya thought louder. He tried weighing his options before realising that he had no options and carefully pushed the doors open.
Shane recoiled on his bed. “Rozanov? What the fuck are you doing here? How long have you? Fuck have you been here the whole time?”
“It’s a long story,” was all that Ilya could come up with. Shane glared him down in a way that Ilya had never seen before but he wasn’t telling him to leave. He just stayed there silently waiting for an explanation.
“I- uh…my wallet…but then you…and well, I…” Ilya tried to find the words but his English was once again failing him when he needed it most.
Meanwhile, Shane’s eyes wondered down, noticing the huge tent Ilya’s jeans and he blushed hard and rubbed at his eyes in embarrassment. “Oh my god you were not just fucking getting off to me in my closet.”
“You were doing really good.” Ilya teased, hoping for dear life that he could mask his shame with humor. “Except I couldn’t help but notice you never came.”
“Fuck you.”
“It’s hard without me, yes? That is why you messaged me?”
“Jesus christ Rozanov,” Shane rolled his eyes avoiding the reality. Ilya took some steps closer to the bed.
“You can’t lie to me Hollander. I fuck your body so much I can tell when it’s not getting what it needs.” Shane's cheeks flushed and Ilya watched as his dick twitched at the comment.
He placed his hand back on his jeans and cupped his erection.
“I know what you need, Hollander.” Ilya said brazenly. He half expected Shane to kick him out at that point but his eyes widened as Shane swallowed hard and shifted to his hands and knees and crawled the bed to nestle his head against Ilya’s crotch. Oh my god. Ilya mouthed as he looked down to Shane worshipping him just as easily as he did the night before. This is what he liked most about Hollander. He was always going to keep surprising him.
Shane made quick work of Ilya’s jeans, freeing his aching dick and taking it into his mouth. His tongue swirled the tip hungrily like it was ice cream in the middle of summer before dragging it up the shaft. Ilya held his breath, praying to everything that he could hold it together because fucking hell Hollander’s mouth was testing his resilience.
He pulled Shane’s head off of him and leaned down to kiss him deeply. He could taste the salt of his own precum still on his glossy lips and the bitter after taste of the dildo. He pulled a way, letting Shane chase his mouth for a moment.
“Turn around. Let me show you how to fuck yourself, Hollander.”
And Shane obeyed, his eyes glazed from the kiss. He let his hips raise into the air as he bent on his elbows. Ilya found the lube and coated his fingers. He spent no time before sliding two digits in. Shane whimpered under him.
“You don’t feel anything like this yes?” Ilya said as his straightened fingers slid out and back in. Shane groan similar to before in agreement. Then, Ilya curled his fingers upwards and quickly thrust them back in causing Shane’s back to dip and his legs to shake from the hit. A yell escaped him this time.
“Fuck, oh my god, Roz-” Shane stammered as Ilya hit the spot again.
“You need to go up when you fuck yourself Hollander.” Ilya whispered to him. His fingers stopped and Shane looked back at him with a whimper.
"W-why’d you stop?”
“You’re supposed to be the one fucking yourself, Hollander. I can’t do all the work.” Ilya teased. “Go on, fuck yourself on me.”
Shane swallowed again but shyly pushed his hips back onto Ilya’s fingers making himself moan in ecstacy. He slid his hips back and forth, rocking steadily before Ilya grabbed a hold of his hip to push his fingers deeper and “Ah-fuck…shit…” Shane moaned.
“Such a bad mouth,” Ilya said before moving his free hand to stick his fingers into Shane’s mouth. Shane took them in and ran his tongue along them. Fuck Shane looked unreal right now. His holes filled by Ilya’s fingers as his dick rubbed into the mattress leaving a wet stain below him. Ilya wondered if Shane could cum just from this and he began to drive into him.
Shane’s moans turned to cries as his body thumped to Ilya’s rhythm now and it didn’t take long before beads of cum were erupting from his cock onto the bed. His hips stuttered and his hold tightened around Ilya’s fingers as he fucked him through it. Shane collapsed onto the bed, his stomach hitting the cum covered sheets. He had no rest, however, before he felt Ilya’s huge cock slide between his cheeks.
“Rozanov, wait I just ca-” Shane couldn’t get the last bit out before Ilya slid into him. Shane arched and his breath hitched as an intense heat ran back to his limp cock.
“You’re so unfair, Hollander. You used me to get off but I’m not allowed to use you?”
“Just…haa…wait,” Shane muttered as Ilya mercilessly plowed into his prostate. He’d been holding it for too long and needed Shane’s hole like it was air in his lungs.
“Fuck, Hollander.” Ilya groaned as he watched his dick slide in and out of him. Shane finally caved after another hit to his prostate and his hand found his dick, already hard again and leaking more than it had previously.
“Shit, oh my god, Rozanov…fuck me,”
“You like this? Does it compare to the toy?” Ilya asked through heavy breaths. Shane shook his head.
“No…fuck…you…your,”
“You mean fuck me, please,”
“Yes…god fuck me please…want your cock…”
“Not the toy?”
“Not the toy…”
“Because my dick is better. Only I can fuck you like this.”
“Yes…fuck, only you…oh god,”
And a mix of liquid and cum erupted from Shane again as he gripped the sheets of the bed. Ilya fucked him harder and faster until his own cum filled the condom in Shane’s hole. Both stifled their moans before collapsing onto each other. Both husks on the bed covered in their own ejaculate. Ilya kept his dick in Shane for a moment, not wanting the moment to end. His chest rubbed against Shane’s back as his breaths rose and fell.
“Fuck, Hollander.” Ilya finally said.
“I can’t fucking believe you.” Shane said through the slightest chuckle. Then, both broke into a fit of laughter.
“I mean, what the fuck…you’re fucking crazy.” Shane continued. Ilya finally pulled himself off of him, allowing Shane to lift his cum stained belly from the mattress.
“I think is what you like about me.” Ilya responded and Shane chuckled again, not daring to admit that out loud.
“Wait…” Shane finally said turning back to face Ilya. “Didn’t you have a flight today too?”
Ilya’s eyes widened. He’d fully forgotten.
“FUCK.” he yelled as he quickly ran to go shower being extra careful to grab his clothes and his wallet.