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Shane was almost giddy with excitement. At what? Luca wishes he knew. He pushed his glasses up by the bridge, focusing on Shane’s freckles under his own glasses instead of the words coming out of his mouth. He couldn't help it, the older man was just enamoring to look at. And now that he knew how flushed those freckles got when Luca kissed the point where Shane’s neck and shoulder met? Yea, it was hard to focus.
Pushing his glasses up to his forehead, Luca rubbed his left eye with the pads of his fingers, focusing on Shane through his right eye that was squinted trying to put the slightly shorter man in focus. His eyes were irritated and red today and he knew he should have taken his contacts out before falling asleep last night, but he’d left Shane and Ilya’s place so late last night and had already showered before he left, so falling into his own bed after being put through his boyfriends’ mattress had been the only thing on his mind. Shane reached out and rubbed his thumb under Luca’s right eye, sympathetic. His palm on Luca’s cheek, fingers resting along his jaw and ear. The pressure causing Luca to nuzzle into Shane’s touch. “You ok, baby?” Shane prodded softly.
“Slept in my contacts last night, eyes are just irritated,” Luca replied, still resting his face in Shane’s hold, glasses still on his forehead, eyes closed. Shane ran his thumb across Luca’s cheekbone before releasing his face and putting the glasses back in their proper spot. Luca smiled in thanks and ran his knuckles against Shane's dangling hand.
“Well if you had just stayed the night instead of going back home, I would have made sure you took your contacts out,” Shane chastised.
“I didn't want to intrude,” Luca mumbled, properly cowed.
Shane leveled him with a look, one of exasperation and a hint of fondness. “Luca, you know we want you there, right? Just because this is new for all of us, doesn't mean you aren't always allowed to stay. Even if you want your own bed at our place, I like knowing you're there. I like knowing we’ll wake up and all three of us can start the morning together,” Shane reminded, a gentle hand coming up to move a curl off Luca’s forehead. Luca nodded, it was just hard to imagine the established Shane/Ilya powerhouse couple actually wanted him for more than just a threesome every once in a while. That they actually wanted a relationship with him. Dates together, dates individually, casual domesticity and intimacy. Grocery shopping together and deciding what to make for dinner and which chores everyone would take on.
And in the middle of it all, Shane and Ilya were always willing to be his rock while he navigated a country he still wasn't completely used to, with a language he still had to double check his translation of before speaking, and the added pressure of being a professional athlete.
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Ilya hated when he had to drive separately, no Shane or Luca to walk into the arena with. He loved being Captain, but he already didn't get to see Luca this morning because he decided he would sleep at his apartment and Shane had been on his run when he'd had to leave for his meeting with Bood and Wiebe. So, yea, Ilya was a little grumpy. He wanted to see his boys and he didn't think he should be punished for that.
Bood had other ideas. He thought mercilessly teasing Ilya about his “pouting” was a good punishment. (Ilya, didn't pout, Russians did not do this. He was brooding, thank you very much.)
“Cap, you're literally on your way to see Hollzy and Haasy, turn that frown upside down!” Bood said with his arm wrapped around Ilya’s shoulders, jostling him with every other word.
Ilya glared at his alternate captain out of the corner of his eye, “Bood, I will trade you to Florida. Shut up”.
“You don't have the power, but I like the aggression,” Bood replied with the biggest shit eating grin Ilya had ever seen.
As they rounded the corner of the hallway with the home team locker room, voices could be heard overlapping with each other as the rest of the team met for the slightly informal meeting that had been called a few days ago. Not shouting, no yelling, just what happened when 20 something people were all talking at the same time.
Ilya and Bood turned into the door of the locker room crowded with people, the entire team, coaching staff, even a few equipment managers were there.
Ilya’s eyes scanned the room, looking for his boys. There, right by his locker. Stepping out from under Bood’s arm, he starts making his way across the room before stopping in his tracks.
Oh.
Oh, what the fuck?
Why was Luca wearing glasses? Why was Shane wearing his glasses? Did Luca always have glasses? Why had he never seen them before? Why was Shane wearing his glasses where everyone could see how sexy he looked? Did Shane know Luca wore glasses and told him to wear them so he could fuck with Ilya? Why was he getting hard?
Luca looked away from Shane and directly at Ilya, giving him a shy smile. Ilya just stared. Fuck, he was so pretty and soft. A contrast to Shane who was only an inch shorter than him and Ilya, but so built and muscular and big. Luca was all lean muscle and long limbs, not beefy, still soft.
Shane saw where Luca’s attention was and presumably saw Ilya’s slightly slack-jawed expression and broke into a fit of laughter. Sure, he tried to stifle it at first, but the more he looked at Ilya, and then back to Luca, and then back to Ilya, the louder he got. Luca just looked confused, staring down at Shane, who had bent at the waist with his head resting on Luca’s shoulder while he lost his shit.
“Uh, Shane? You ok?” Luca asked, bringing his hand to pet over the back of Shane’s head while tears gathered in the corners of his eyes from the laughter still pouring out of him.
Sweet, sweet Luca, so confused but willing to offer comfort even at his own expense. Ilya was already half in love with him and needed to be next to him immediately. Taking 3 long strides, he crossed the room and stopped directly in front of the soft Swiss and the cackling Canadian. Luca looked away from Shane and gave Ilya another shy smile, while also nudging his head toward Shane, as if to ask “What the hell is his deal?” Ilya shook his head in response, knowing damn well that Shane knew how this would affect him.
“He is being stupid, ignore him,” Ilya said, reaching his hand out to run his fingers under the glasses perched on Luca’s face. “I like your glasses, Lushka. You are very pretty in them.” Luca flushed, face burning from the compliment.
”Thank you, Ilya,” he murmurs, leaning more into the blonde’s touch.
“Of course, baby,” he replies, softly, before turning to the rest of the locker room. “Ok fuckers, let’s get this over with, da?” He shouts, needing this meeting to be over 10 minutes ago.
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Shane couldn’t stop looking over at Ilya while he drove them home. He couldn’t tell what his emotions were, but he did know Ilya had been hard at the beginning of the meeting.
Luca was following them back to their house, so it was just the two of them in the car. “So,” Shane started, “how are you feeling?”
”How am I feeling? Oh, how am I feeling Shane? I am feeling betrayed by my husband for not warning me that my boyfriend was going to be wearing glasses! And that my husband was also wearing his glasses! I was visually assaulted in my own locker room!”
”Ok, dramatic, how was I supposed to warn you? You were literally in a meeting without your phone and then you were coming straight down.” Shane replied, laughing at his husband’s indignation.
“Gah, whatever,” Ilya replied with a wave of his hand.
Shane pulled into the driveway, Luca right behind them. Stepping out of the car, Luca comes over to open Ilya’s door for him. Ilya steps out and leans up to give Luca a lingering kiss. Their mouths slotting together, Ilya’s hand moving up to cup Luca’s neck, the other resting on the open door. Shane just stared. They made such a good picture, same height, but Ilya was much bulkier then Luca. Ilya’s broad shoulders dwarfed Luca’s slender frame, making the over 6 foot man look delicate.
When they pulled apart, Ilya grabbed the hockey bag out of Luca's hand and grabbed both his and Shanes’s out of the trunk, carrying all three with ease. He was so strong and it was so hot. Luca made a grab for his, but Ilya just nudged him out of the way and walked to the front door.
“There's no point in trying, this is one of his love languages,” Shane said, swinging his arm around Luca's waist and walking them to the front door behind Ilya. While Ilya put in the code for the door, Shane kept peppering kisses on Luca's shoulders, up to his neck. The last one landing on his jaw where Shane suckled lightly before releasing it with a nip.
Luca moaned, leaning his weight into Shane. “Guys, can we wait until we are inside the house? I am begging. I will suck both of your dicks if you wait,” Ilya was exasperated, it was sexy.
Pushing the door open, they all toed off their shoes before lining them up on the rack by the door. Ilya dropped the bags in the hall closet and turned around, pulling Luca by the band of his sweatpants into a much deeper kiss than the one outside. His left hand slid under the white shirt on Luca's torso, raising it until he felt cool air on his back. Ilya’s other hand gripped Luca’s jaw, thumb on one side, the other four fingers gripping the other. The pressure opened Luca's mouth enough for Ilya to slip his tongue inside, exploring the space behind his teeth. Luca’s glasses shifted with the movement. He went to pull them off when he felt another hand grab his wrist. Shane. “Don't, he likes them,” Shane whispered, moving to push against Luca's back, trapping Ilya's hand between them.
Luca whimpered, being sandwiched between them was everything he'd never dared to hope for. He pressed his ass into Shane's crotch while pushing further into Ilya's kiss. Shane moved them further into the house, past the kitchen, stopping in the living room.
Together, Shane and Ilya stripped Luca of his sweatpants and shirt, leaving him completely bare. Luca hadn't bothered with underwear today and he was wearing glasses? Fuck. Ilya made a deep noise in the back of his throat, dropping down to work his hand across Luca's V lines before tracing his fingers down the smooth skin covering Luca's hard cock. Shane captured Luca’s mouth while Ilya was on his knees, pressing hard, short kisses while running his hands down Luca’s hard chest. Tweaking the erect nipple, Shane pulled noises out of Luca he didn't even know he could make.
Ilya ran his tongue around the head of Luca’s cock, left hand holding the base. His right hand reached over to Shane and started working his belt buckle free, needing them both to be naked. Once his belt was free, Shane took over, yanking his jeans down and separating from Luca to grab his shirt by the neck to pull it off.
Ilya took Luca into his mouth, brushing his tongue along the underside with every slide further into his mouth. His hand that had been helping Shane with his belt was now stroking Shane at a leisurely place.
Luca was in heaven, there was no other explanation for the pleasure coursing through him. His hand reached down to Ilya's curls, resting, not pulling. Ilya’s mouth was sin and Luca was the angel ready to fall at the first temptation.
Shane continued his ministrations across Luca’s sensitive nipples, working him higher while Ilya worked his mouth along the hardened length. Luca's head was hinged back, trying his hardest not to embarrass himself. He could already feel the tingle starting in the base of his spine.
Ilya, somehow always able to tell, increased his suction while working his tongue along the bottom of his dick even more. He took his hand not working Shane up and down and moved it to Luca’s balls. He was pushing him closer and closer to that edge. Shane started pressing biting kisses to Luca’s neck, definitely leaving marks.
Luca was moaning, “I’m so close, please please,” spilled out, words not even fully articulated, just half spoken words he couldn't contain. Ilya worked his mouth fully down until he brushed the blonde curls at Luca’s base. His hand was now pressed to Luca’s ass, finger finding his opening and pressing gently along the rim. Shane bit down on his pulse point and Luca felt his stomach tense as his release rushed forward. He gripped the hair in his fist and bent slightly at the waist as Ilya worked him until he was finished and sensitive.
Once the last bit left him, Ilya pulled off Luca's softening cock and swallowed. Standing up, he pulled Shane into a biting kiss so he could share the taste of Luca with his husband. Shane gripped Ilya around the waist, pulling him closer to him until there was no space between them. Shane’s tongue darted out, licking at Ilya’s mouth, needing to taste the mixture of Ilya and Luca together. The broader man indulged him, opening his mouth to the curious tongue of his husband. Luca whimpered, watching the two of them.
They pulled apart and Ilya maneuvered them so he was sitting on the couch against the arm, Luca was on his knees looking up at Ilya between his thighs. Shane stood against the arm of the couch where Ilya could reach him with his mouth.
“Get me out, baby,” Ilya said to Luca, brushing hair off his forehead. Luca just nodded, focusing on the band of Ilya’s sweatpants, pulling them down just enough to free his throbbing cock. Luca moaned, needing him in his mouth. He leaned forward, tonguing at Ilya’s hole and at the frenulum.
Ilya turned his head, Shane’s girth right in front of his watering mouth. He pressed a kiss to the head before taking his hand to steady Shane’s length. His other hand reached down to stroke through Luca’s hair while the kneeling man worked the head of Ilya’s cock into Luca’s waiting mouth.
Luca started moving his mouth further down Ilya’s leaking cock, working his tongue along the bulging vein running the length of the bottom. He whimpered when the hand in his hair turned demanding and pushed him further down. Luca loved this, he loved being used. Once he reached the base, he laved his tongue anywhere he could get it.
Above Luca, Ilya continued kissing and licking along Shane's cock, pre-cum leaking and leaking; Shane always got so wet. It was intoxicating. Shane was flushed from his freckles, down his neck, onto his décolletage. Ilya loved how flushed the standing man got. He couldn't hide his pleasure even if he tried.
Ilya was controlling the pace at which Luca was moving. He knew what he wanted once he came and he didn't want to rush it. But he could already feel the impending orgasm. He had Shane in his mouth and Luca on his cock, what was a poor guy to do? Not come? Yea, right.
Shane reached down, cupping Ilya’s pec in his big hand, his thumb running along his nipple, occasionally pinching with a quick pluck of his fingers. Every pinch was rewarded with a moan from Ilya.
Luca was a whimpering mess beneath Ilya's hand. He needed to see Ilya’s come. With every upstroke of his mouth, he gave attention to the head, sucking and running his tongue along the frenulum. And on every downstroke, he pressed his nose into the coarse curls at the base of Ilya’s dick. Luca felt the twitch of Ilya’s cock as the older man grew closer to the edge.
As the tingles in his spine reached an intensity he couldn't ignore, Ilya pulled Luca off his cock, using his hand to finish himself off. The first spurt landed on Luca’s still panting mouth. The next landed on the rim of his glasses. Yes, there, that's what Ilya needed. Pulling Luca closer, the upper half of his body draped over the blonde’s lap, Ilya worked himself faster. Every release covering more and more of Luca's frames. The last bit of his come landed on the corner of Luca's mouth, where the kneeling man licked it off with a swipe of his tongue, swallowing it immediately.
Ilya was panting, releasing the clutch he had on Luca. He moved his hand to the younger man's neck, running his dumb across his jaw. “You look so pretty like this, my Luca. You look like mine.” Luca whimpered in response, nodding while stealing glances at Shane's weeping cock. “Do you want to help our Shane out now, Lushka?” Luca nodded more vigorously, mouth salivating at the thought. “Go ahead, baby.”
Shane stepped around the arm of the couch, knowing he wasn't going to last long. Watching Ilya and Luca together had almost made him come with just the barest touch of Ilya's mouth. And Luca just looked so pretty on his knees, face covered in his husband’s come.
Luca reached out to grab Shane's thigh, pulling himself closer. “Please, Shane. Please can I suck your cock?”
And how was Shane supposed to resist that? “Oh, baby, of course you can.”
Before the last word was even out of his mouth, Luca was swallowing half of Shane. He worked his way down, down Shane's cock, running his tongue along the underside while sucking and making sure to avoid his teeth. Shane gripped the side of Luca's neck, thumb running along his jawline in encouragement.
Pulling back, Luca focused on the head, running his tongue along Shanes’s opening, working his tongue around the head, cleaning up the pre-cum still leaking from his cock.
Shane started to tense, feeling his orgasm racing up his legs, into his spine. He pulled Luca off as the first round of release landed on Luca's tongue. The next few rounds added more to the mess of his glasses. Luca leaned in, suckling the head to get the last bit of spend from the brunette. Once Shane gently pushed him off his used cock, Luca sat back on his heels, panting, a blissed out look gracing what could be seen of his face.
Shane bent at the waist, kissing Luca, tasting a mixture of himself and Ilya still lingering. “You did such a good job, sweetheart. So good. Do you want me to clean you up?” All Luca could do was nod in response. “Ok baby, I’ll be right back. Let's get you off the floor though.” Shane helped Luca onto the couch, sitting him sideways in Ilya’s lap. Ilya’s hand comes up automatically to pull the dirty glasses off Luca’s face, silently handing them over to Shane.
Luca relaxes against the broader man, resting his head on Ilya’s shoulder, eyes closed, moments from falling asleep. Ilya was running his hands up and down his back, stopping at the base of his neck to play with the hair at Luca’s nape. Every few seconds, Ilya would whisper into Luca's hair some form of praise: you're so good, we're so lucky to have you, my Luca, so good. Each whispered phrase causing the younger man to sink deeper into Ilya.
Hearing footsteps, Luca picked his head up, offering it to Shane. Shane, a warm washcloth in his hand, pressed his hand to the side of Luca’s neck to stabilize him and wiped the cooling come from his face. Luca, with a gentle smile on his face, rested the back of his head on Shane's stomach, letting the older man do whatever he needed to.
Once finished, Shane set the washcloth on the coffee table, keeping the hand on his neck steady. Reaching down, he pressed a kiss to Luca’s forehead, lingering there for a few moments. Ilya, at the same time, pressed a lingering kiss to his shoulder.
“We are so lucky to have you, sweetheart,” Ilya mumbled into his shoulder.
Luca, eyes closed, completely content, thought that he was definitely the lucky one in this scenario.