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Shane Hollander is 5’11 and two hundred pounds of muscle, at least. Captain of the McGill Rugby team and currently stood on a large field wearing a red and white jersey with a number 10 on the back of it. Ilya was more distracted by the length of his little shorts, however. Barely reaching his mid thigh and showing off the delicious lines of muscle in his hamstrings and the thickness in his quads. Not to mention the way the fabric pulled taught over the roundness of his ass.
Ilya watched as he talked to a few of his teammates, concentration face on as he pointed to different places on the field. The referee blew his whistle and all the players circled up again to resume the game. All of the players from both teams gathered in the middle of the field on either side of the ball. Ilya watched as half the team huddled together and crouched down with their arms over each other’s shoulders. Shane stood further back with the other half of the team. The referee blew his whistle and the two halves of the team that were crouched over the ball slammed into each other.
“So what are we doing here again?” Svetlana asked him as she sat back down next to him, holding a small cardboard box of fries smothered in ketchup out to him.
Ilya shrugged and shovelled a handful of fries into his mouth, “I wanted to watch the game.”
Out of the corner of his eye he saw her raise her eyebrow at him, “right, so we aren’t here to watch your boyfriend play?”
“He’s not my boyfriend.” Ilya snapped, whipping his head around to her.
“Ok fine, we’re here to watch the guy you have a massive crush on play.”
Around them the crowd had started cheering, and Ilya turned his attention back on the field in time to see the ball fly out from the mass of bodies in the centre of the field and into Shane’s waiting hands. His large hands, thick sturdy fingers wrapped around the ball. He tucked it into his side and sped off down the field, ducking and weaving his way through the crowd of opposing players as they lunged towards him. Ilya watched as his head swiveled back and forth, and in the last second before an opposing player rammed into him he flung the ball out from behind him. It landed in the hands of the player with the number 13 on his jersey, who took off at lightning speed towards the end of the field. Shane had gone down, the opposing player tackling him to the ground with his shoulder digging into Shane’s midsection. He wasn’t down for long, speeding off behind his teammate as soon as the guy who tackled him was up.
“I don’t have a crush on him, we’re just doing a project together.” Ilya replied in the most non-chalant way he could.
“You know I’m friends with one of his friends, I can ask about him if you want.” Sveta took another couple of fries and looked at him expectantly.
He shook his head, “What? No, don't do that.”
“Too late,” she replied with a shrug, “I already noticed you staring at him longingly so I asked his friend Rose and she said that he’s gay and single.”
Whoever on their team had the ball was almost at the end of the field, and the opposing team was catching up to him. Number 13 leapt forwards and basically rolled forward over the line, causing the crowd to start cheering around them.
All of the players aside from Shane cleared off of the field, and Shane carried the ball out into the middle of the field in a straight line from where it had been placed. The referee placed a small cone in the centre of the field.
“Did they score?” Sveta asked him.
Ilya just shrugged.
“Wow you must really like this guy if you’ve dragged me along to a game that you don’t even know the rules for.”
He turned and shushed her as Shane placed the ball on the top of the cone and took a few steps back.
It felt, for that moment before he went forward to kick, like everyone in the stands was collectively holding their breath. Tension so thick that moving felt like wading through water.
Shane’s gaze moved smoothly between the ball and the goalposts, as if he was doing calculations in his head. After a moment he took a deep breath and ran forward, his rugby boots digging into the ground with so much force from his take off that Ilya could see mud kicked up behind him. His leg swung forward towards the ball, made contact with an audible thump, and went flying. Silence fell over the stands as everyone’s eyes tracked the near perfect arc of the ball, and the crowd erupted in a cheer as it descended in between the goal posts.
“Ok I think they have scored now.” Ilya said as he grabbed another handful of fries.
Svetlana shook her head, “I don’t understand this game.”
Ilya saw Shane the very next day, after he received a text from him asking if they could meet up to work on the project together. Shane had invited Ilya over to his place, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little nervous about it.
See, Svetlana hadn’t been entirely wrong about Ilya’s little crush on the rugby player. But he was still trying to be lowkey about it.
Unfortunately for Ilya, Shane answered the door wearing a black hoodie and light grey sweatpants, and worst of all glasses. He looked so fucking cute in them Ilya had to fight the urge to drop to his knees right in the doorway to Shane’s apartment.
“Hi, thanks for coming over.” Shane held the door open and stepped to the side so Ilya could come in.
“I did not know you wear glasses.” Ilya replied, stepping into the room.
A faint flush appeared across Shane’s cheeks, highlighting the freckles dotted over them like stars.
“Oh, yeah, just for like, reading and if I’m using my laptop a lot.” Shane smiled awkwardly at Ilya, “you can just chuck your stuff down wherever.”
Ilya nodded and placed his bag down on the arm of the couch, unzipping it to grab his laptop out. Shane sunk down onto the couch and grabbed his own laptop off of the coffee table.
“Congratulations on winning the game last night.” Ilya sat down on the other side of the couch. It’s not a big couch, so there was only a few inches between his knee and Shane’s. Something that should not have made his heart rate pick up as much as it did.
Shane looked up at him from his laptop, a small smile on his face, “I didn’t know you came along, thanks.”
“Yes, was fun to watch.” He replied, nodding awkwardly.
“I didn’t think you’d be a rugby fan.”
“Oh,” Ilya started, “I’m not really, was first game I have seen.” He admits, wondering a second too late if he should have just lied about it.
Shane looked at him with a surprised expression, though he was trying to not give it away. “What made you want to come along?”
You. Your legs in those tight little shorts. He thinks to himself.
“I just wanted something to do.” He shrugs as if it’s no big deal.
He can see Shane nod along out of the corner of his eye, “yeah, no that’s cool.”
An awkward silence fell over them for a moment before Ilya broke the tension with a question he’d been itching for an answer for since the game began.
“So how do you score?” He asked.
Shane looked up at him, confusion written all over his face. “What?”
“Do you score when your team get the ball to other side of the field, or when you kick the ball through the post?”
“Uh, both.” Shane folded the lid of his laptop closed as he began to explain, “when your team scores a try you get five points and then you can attempt a conversion which is another two points.”
Ilya stared at him blankly, “I am still confused.”
This caused Shane to close his laptop shut and launch into a long winded explanation of every aspect of the game. A long list of words that Ilya did not understand flew out of Shane’s mouth at a speed Ilya had never seen from him before. It was so endearing. The way that the more he talked the more excited he seemed to get, and he found himself enraptured by a five minute long spiel about scrums, forwards, backs, lineouts. He learned that Shane is a fly half, in charge of securing possession of the ball after a scrum, and is his team’s dedicated kicker.
After that he lost grasp of the conversation, far too distracted by how hot Shane looked at that moment. Lost in the process of talking Ilya through every minute detail of the game. Ilya was in fact so focussed on this he hadn’t initially noticed how much closer to each other they were on the couch now. Slowly shuffling forward towards each other. Their knees were full on touching, which made Ilya feel far too hot and bothered. What was wrong with him? He felt like a Victorian man seeing a pair of ankles for the first time. God, Shane really had no idea how down bad Ilya was for him. How insane he felt.
He was leaning forward towards Shane, arm resting on the top of the couch as Shane finished his monologue.
“So, yeah that’s basically it.” He said, looking down from Ilya’s face awkwardly. “Sorry, I know I can be a lot sometimes.”
Ilya shook his head immediately, “you’re never too much for me.”
Shane’s looked back up at him in surprise, “oh, thanks.” He muttered, and Ilya swore he saw Shane’s eyes flick down to his lips for a moment.
He decided to be bold then, “I have a question about uniforms.”
“Oh?” Shane asked, clearly confused.
“Is there reason that the shorts are so….short?”
Shane was silent for a long moment, “what?”
“Was very distracting actually, could not focus on the game at all.”
“Because…of the shorts?”
“Well,” Ilya began, and leaned forward to start closing the gap between them, “one player in particular, the way his legs look in those tight shorts was very distracting. Not to mention his freckles and the glasses are very sexy.”
He smirked as he watched the expression on Shane’s face switch from confusion to understanding.
A small chuckle left the man’s lips, “Roz, are you flirting with me?”
“I have been for a while actually,” Ilya leaned in more, close enough now he could almost feel Shane’s breath on his lips, “do you want me to stop?”
“I never said that.”
He wasn’t sure which one of them closed the space between them fully. But only a moment later Shane’s lips were on his. Warm and soft against his own, a slow pace at the beginning. Almost innocent as they press their lips together.
But Ilya’s hungry for so much more than this. A hand, curious and searching, slides up the side of Shane’s thigh, gently squeezing and feeling the thick muscle that resides under the fabric of his sweatpants. Shane gasps at one particularly big squeeze and Ilya uses that moment to take what he’s been wanting for so long now.
He all but devours Shane, one hand still roaming up and down his gorgeous legs while the other holds the side of his jaw. Tongues slide hot against each other, and he can feel Shane begin to squirm under his touch. It’s electrifying, feeling Shane’s body react to him. His body feels hot, like there’s a fire burning under his skin, a flame lit by this big strong rugby player across from him. He needs him in a way he can’t explain, it feels like he’s drunk on the need for it.
Eventually they break. Heavy breathing is the only sound that fills the room. Ilya can’t help but smile giddily at the other man.
“Ilya did you watch the game so you could perv on me in my rugby uniform?”
He shrugs non-chalantly, “they make your ass look so good.”
Shane laughs properly at that, a full chested laugh that makes something in Ilya’s stomach flip at the sound. He leans back in to capture Shane’s lips with his own once again.
They manage to stumble onto Shane’s bed while still kissing, disconnecting briefly so that they could begin to undress each other. With both of their shirts abandoned on the floor on the apartment they reach the bed, Ilya pushes Shane down onto it as soon as he feels the back of Shane’s knees make contact. His hands easily found the waistband of Shane’s sweatpants and began to slowly slide them down his legs. Shane lifts his hips up off of the bed to help him.
As much as Ilya had spent a lot of time admiring Shane’s legs and ass, seeing him here now in nothing but a pair of dark blue boxer briefs has made him realise just how buff Shane actually is. He’s all muscle, rounded shoulders and thick pecs that sit high and perky on his chest. His biceps were so full and had a visible peak even when relaxed, Ilya was surprised he’d never noticed just how big his arms are until now. His midsection was thick and blocky, his obliques and abs poking through his skin. Down right above the waistband of his boxers was just the slightest layer of pudge. Ilya had to focus to not drool at the sight.
“Are you just gonna stare at me all night?” Shane quipped at him, bringing his focus back. Behind the snarky comment Ilya could see Shane’s face flushed with embarrassment.
It made him smile, “could not help myself, you are too gorgeous.” He climbed up onto the bed and leaned down to kiss him again.
Shane’s hands made their way to his own pants, undoing the button and trying to shuffle them down Ilya’s legs without breaking the kiss. Ilya breaks away to mourn down the side of Shane’s neck, relishing in the sweet breathy sounds that come out of his mouth. He softly trailed his hand down Shane’s chest, stopping over his nipple to roll the sensitive nub between his thumb and his index finger. A high pitched whine escaped Shane’s lips, causing Ilya to smile against the side of his neck.
“Ilya please.” Shane moaned in his ear.
He looked up, not stopping his torment of the man’s nipples, “please what?”
Shane groaned, “can you please just get on with it.”
He took pity on the man and moved his hand down over his stomach to the waistband of his underwear and began to shuffle it down, releasing Shane’s fully hard cock.
“Holy shit Hollander,” Ilya gasped, eyeing up the full length in front of him, “where have you been hiding this.”
“Shut up.” Shane bit back, breathy and desperate sounding.
But Ilya couldn’t believe what he was seeing. What was quite possibly the largest dick he’d ever seen in his life was standing tall in front of him. It was impressive, a solid balance of long and thick with a small pearl of precum leaking from the tip.
“Ilya stop staring.” Shane whined above him, and Ilya looked up to see his face had gone red and was half hidden behind one of his hands.
He chuckled and leaned down, planting a trail of small kisses along Shane’s thighs. Paying special attention once he reached his inner thigh, smiling into it as he felt Shane squirm underneath him. Continuing his path up Shane’s thigh he reached the base of his thick cock, lingering for a moment before licking a strip along the underside of his length. Above him, Shane lets out a breathy moan that almost sounds relieved. His hips buck up slightly at the contact and Ilya immediately moves his hands over his hipbones and pins him down.
“Stay still.” Ilya whispered the command while hovering right above him, so he didn’t miss the way that Shane’s cock twitched at being told what to do.
And Shane obeyed perfectly, keeping himself completely still as Ilya took the head of his cock into his mouth and licked the bead of precum off of the tip.
Now Ilya liked to think he was pretty good at sucking cock. He loved it too. The salty taste of precum and the weight of it on his tongue. Most of all he liked how easily he could take someone apart just with his mouth. And despite the fact that he wasn’t able to take all of Shane’s length in, he could tell his efforts were appreciated. Mainly in the way that Shane was squirming underneath him, how his thighs twitched with the effort of not moving his hips.
Just as he was getting into a rhythm he heard Shane from above him start to beg, “Ilya please, I’m not gonna last much longer.”
Which only spurred Ilya on more, he picked up speed and reached a hand up to grope at one of Shane’s pecs. Feeling the little hard nub on his chest and squeezing it between his fingers.
High pitched and breathy moans were falling out of Shane’s mouth now, and he heard him say something about being close. Only a moment later Shane was spilling into Ilya’s mouth, and he swallowed all of him down happily.
Ilya pulled his mouth away from Shane’s cock and crawled properly onto the bed next to him, looking down as Shane’s chest heaved. From his ears down to his chest was flushed a gorgeous shade of red.
“Oh fuck me.” Shane murmured, breathy and shaken.
Ilya smirked and leaned down until his nose was brushing up against Shane’s, “is that what you want?” He began to ask, licking his bottom lip, “for me to fuck you?”
With eyes glassy and his mouth half open, Shane nodded his head sharply.
Ilya grabbed his jaw with his hand and held him still, leaning down to kiss him hungrily, “be polite and ask properly.” He said after breaking away from the kiss.
“Will you, I want you to fuck me.” He stammered, still catching his breath.
Ilya looked to the side and scrunched his face up slightly, pretending to contemplate it.
“Please.” Shane whined.
“Well, since you ask so nicely.” Ilya kissed him again hard, sliding his tongue into his mouth once again.
He felt more than heard Shane moan into his mouth, the sound vibrating against his lips. As they lay there Shane’s hands began to wander down to his own underwear, which he promptly removed and flung to whatever corner of the room. When they broke apart again, it was Shane this time. He crawled toward his bedside table and opened the bottom draw, rummaging around for something. It gave Ilya the best view of his ass as he bent down. After a moment Shane turned back around.
“Stop staring you perv.” He said, throwing a small packet of lube and a condom at him.
Ilya chuckled to himself before setting the packets down on the bed next to him. He grabbed Shane by the ankles and pulled him down so he was laying with his back flat on the bed. Then, he shuffled forward and settled himself between Shane’s open legs.
“You think that your team would be shocked to see you like this?” Ilya began teasing him, “Surprised at how much their big strong captain likes being held down and bossed around in bed.”
Ilya ripped open the packet of lube and slicked up two of his fingers, he reached down and began to circle around Shane’s rim. A soft moan came from Shane as he did so, and he was pleasantly surprised to see Shane was nearly fully hard again after such a brief intermission.
For a moment he caught Shane’s eye, and just as he was about to ask Shane if he was ready to go he heard him whimper out a quiet “please.”
Smiling, he slid the first finger in and began to slowly work it in and out. He continued, watching as Shane writhed underneath him before finally taking pity on him and slipping the next finger in. Slowly still, he worked them both in and out of Shane’s hole. After a moment he curled his fingers up slightly, pressing against where he hoped was Shane’s sweet spot.
“Oh fuck!” Shane all but yelled, making it obvious that Ilya had guessed correctly.
Picking up the pace, Ilya continued to slide his two fingers in and out, making sure he was rubbing against Shane’s prostate each time. Underneath him Shane was singing the most delicious song for him. A string of loud moans and groans, whines and whimpers mixed in with various expletives in both English and French.
“Is good malysh?” Ilya asked with a smirk, not stopping for a moment.
A loud moan came from Shane’s mouth, “Ilya please.”
“Hm? Please what?”
The only response he got was another loud moan.
“Come on malysh, I am not mind reader. Use your words.”
“Please,” Shane began to say, his voice was barely more than a whisper, “please just fuck me.”
Ilya hummed, “I think you can do better than that.”
“Ilya please, I need it.” A particularly rough thrust of Ilya’s fingers in his prostate interrupted him momentarily. “Need your cock, in me. Please.”
This was the hottest thing Ilya had ever seen in his life. It was like his whole body was on fire, spreading from his dick up his stomach all the way to the top of his head. He wouldn’t be surprised if he became a case of spontaneous human combustion at this point. His dick was so hard it was aching.
Carefully he removed his fingers from Shane’s hole, chucking to himself as Shane whined at the loss. He rolled on the condom and slicked his cock up with more lube before grabbing the back of Shane’s legs and pressing them forward. Almost instinctively Shane grabbed the back of his thighs to hold them up for him.
“You are ready?” Ilya asked as he lined himself up with Shane’s hole.
“Ilya I swear to god if you don’t get inside me right now—” Ilya quickly interrupted him as the head of his cock pressed into him, sliding past the rim and making Shane go silent.
“So bossy, but you beg so prettily for my cock so I can forgive you.” Ilya said as he pressed in further, sinking slowly into the wet heat of Shane’s hole.
It felt fucking incredible. Indescribably so, as the hot tightness of Shane’s body clamped around him. He had to focus on not finishing then and there. Not after Shane had begged so nicely to be fucked. The way that the man beneath him writhed and moaned made him wonder what he’d done to deserve to experience this. Shane Hollander underneath him, sweating and shaking with precum leaking from his cock onto his stomach. What a sight to behold.
After giving them both a moment to adjust, Ilya began thrusting. Slow and gentle at first, but he quickly picked up the pace, slamming his hips against Shane’s ass like a man possessed. Shane’s jaw drops open as he lets out the most pornographic moan Ilya’s ever heard.
“Fuck, look at you.” Ilya groans, “everyone thinks you are big tough guy huh? Strong rugby player, you all mine now hm?”
Shane nods, looking up at Ilya like he’s drunk, “all yours.” He says in between whimpers.
Ilya reaches his hand up to cup Shane’s jaw, sliding his thumb into Shane’s mouth. Which Shane hailing sucks on greedily.
“So good for me, taking my cock so well.”
Shane moaned around Ilya’s thumb at the praise. Ilya was ruined. For sure, totally and completely ruined. He wasn’t going to last much longer at this rate, but from the looks of it neither was Shane. He looked a lot more wrecked than Ilya felt, and despite having already come not long ago his cock was leaking like crazy. A small pool of precum smeared across his lower stomach.
“Ilya,” Shane whined around the thumb still in his mouth, “fuck, I’m close.”
Ilya couldn’t help but smile, “you’re going to cum for me?” Shane only nodded in response, “okey, you are allowed but must be untouched.”
At that Shane whined but nodded anyway. How was he so perfect?
“Good boy.”
And that’s all it took for Ilya to feel Shane tighten around him. He watched as Shane threw his head back against the pillows and came with a small whimper. Ilya removed his thumb from Shane’s mouth and grabbed his hips with both hands, grabbing hard enough to bruise. Watching Shane underneath him, desperate and pleading, was enough to bring Ilya right to the edge. But this, seeing Shane writhing from overstimulation as Ilya abused his prostate, his own release covering his torso. Fuck that was almost too much for Ilya, and it was only a few hard thrusts later that he came hard enough that he almost collapsed right on top of Shane.
Slowly he pulled out before flopping down beside Shane on the bed. They lay there for a moment, catching their breath.
“I think that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever done.” Shane said after a moment, turning his head to look at Ilya.
Ilya chucked, turning to face Shane, “for me too, yes.”
And then Shane smiled at him, and it made Ilya want to melt into the bed. “You should definitely come to more of my games if this is what I get afterwards.”
“You can have me whenever you want, game or no game.” Ilya said earnestly.
And it was true. In every sense of the word, Shane could have him in whatever way he wanted and Ilya would let him. Shane’s smile was so warm, so happy it made Ilya’s chest feel like it was about to explode.
“You should stay,” Shane’s voice was quieter now, clearly nervous, “stay the night I mean. And then in the morning we could go, like, get coffee or something.”
Ilya’s face broke out in a grin, “like a date.”
Shane nodded, “Yes, like a date.”
In one swift movement he pulled Shane closer to him, winding his hand around his neck to pull him in close and kiss him senseless once again.
McGill’s next game was the following week, much later in the day than previously. The sun was already down and the field was illuminated by a set of harsh white lights. All the players stood on the field with Shane in the middle facing off against the other team captain.
As Ilya had come to learn, the start of a rugby game is decided by a coin flip, the winner choosing whether their team is starting play by kicking the ball or receiving it. He was still a bit rusty on the exact rules of rugby, but he had a much better idea now than he did in the last game.
“I can’t believe you’ve dragged me out to another game so you can stare at some guys ass.” Svetlana complained from beside him.
The opposing team won the coin toss and elected to be the kickers. Both teams spread out across the field as the opposing teams kicker readied. As the whistle blew the ball shot from where it collided with the kicker’s foot far into the air, soaring over the ten metre line. Players scrambled to find the ball’s path so they could intercept, but it was still really high in the air. Shane and one of his teammates, a guy that Ilya had come to know is called Hayden, were right in the ball’s trajectory. They watched it, and without saying anything to each other Hayden readied to leap for it. Shane stepped up behind him and grabbed a fistful of the fabric of his shorts before using it to launch Hayden into the air above him. He stumbled back slightly as the ball landed in Hayden’s arms before setting him back down on the ground.
“He is not just some guy Sveta,” Ilya retorted, shoving his hand into the bag of chips in his lap, “he is my boyfriend.”
Ilya shoved the handful of chips in his mouth and turned back to the game. Out of the corner of his mouth he could see Svetlana almost choke on her own food.
“What? Since when?”
Ilya shrugged, “few days ago I guess.”
She rolled her eyes at him, but he could see the smile she was trying to hide.
He turned his attention back to the game, to a familiar pair of thighs in some tight little shorts sprinting across the field.