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Shane shoved the door shut behind them and dropped his bag with a dull thud onto the carpet, then reached for his husband. The hotel room smelled like generic air freshener and recycled AC, but it was still theirs for the night. Now they could actually share a bed without having to sneak around.
“Fuck, I need it so bad,” Shane breathed against his lips. “It’s been days.”
Ilya spun them around and pressed Shane’s back to the wall before reaching down to cup him through his suit pants to feel the hard outline of his cock. Their mouths slid together messily as they licked each other and kissed.
Nearly a full week of road games, different cities, late nights, and exhausted bodies had left them both wound tight as anything and desperate for some release. Shane groaned into the kiss, hips rolling forward, and Ilya answered by gripping Shane’s cock harder until it made him whimper.
“Get on the bed,” Ilya said, pushing Shane back suddenly. “Take off your clothes.”
Shane didn’t need to be told twice. He scrambled across the room, yanking his shirt over his head and already undoing his pants. His cock was hard and aching just from Ilya’s tone. He was down to his boxers when—
The door in the next room shut with a click. There was the unmistakable sound of someone padding across the carpet and then the sound of the mattress squeaking as someone sat down, followed by the buzz of a phone vibrating that made them both jump.
Shane froze with his thumbs hooked in his waistband. “Is that yours?”
Ilya pulled his own phone from his pocket. “No… yours?”
“Nope.” Shane pulled his phone out of his discarded pants to double check.
“Hello?” Troy Barrett’s voice came through the wall so loud he could have very well been sitting on the bed next to Shane. “Yeah, I can hear you babe.”
Oh my god. Fuck, Ilya mouthed.
They stayed perfectly still at first as Troy settled into his conversation with his boyfriend. The wall behind their headboard might as well have been cardboard or even fucking rice paper because every rustle of sheets and every shift of weight went straight through it.
Troy’s voice softened as he chatted away. “Miss you too…”
Ilya raised an eyebrow and Shane huffed and thunked his head back onto the headboard in frustration. Fuck. There goes the plan to fuck. Ilya walked over and joined Shane on the bed as Troy’s voice carried.
Troy went on and on and on until it really was getting too much, yapping and asking Harris about the dogs and the TV show they had been watching and then, eventually, he put Harris on speakerphone and it was Harris’ turn to bang on and on about all these TikToks he’d seen and apparently sent to Troy. Had Troy seen the one with the guy pretending to be in a Netflix documentary for survivors of a boys’ trip to Calabasas? Oh, it’s so funny, he really has to watch it. What about the other one where the girl—
Ilya rolled his eyes.
Eventually, the conversation started to wind down. But then came the painfully long goodbye section of the call.
“No, you. Shut up, I miss youuu more… Harris, come on, I said it first last time… Okay, fine, you win. I love you most. No! I do! I love your stupid face. No, you’re not stupid, baby… Sorry baby. Yeah. Oh god yeah, in a couple days. No, I do love you more though. Yeah? Yeah, I know you do, baby…”
It went on like that for a full minute and a half. Back and forth, syrupy and sweet and so fucking over the top that Shane had to bury his face in the nearest pillow to muffle his silent laughter. Troy was kind of a shy guy but obviously with Harris he was a big old softy and not afraid to be the cringiest motherfucker in the whole world.
“How long is this going to take?” Ilya whispered as he tried not to break.
Tears started to leak out of the corners of Shane and Ilya’s eyes as they did their best not to burst out laughing at how long the goodbye was taking as Harris and Troy started up the debate about who loved each other most. Again.
Shane’s shoulders started to shake so hard the mattress creaked, and Ilya’s hand clamped over his own mouth with the effort not to lose it completely.
When Troy finally, finally ended the call with a quiet “Night, love you, yeah, love you baby” for the four millionth time, the silence that followed felt almost louder than the conversation.
Shane flopped onto his back, wiping his eyes. “Guess we can’t do anything then,” he whispered.
Unfortunately, Shane remembered what had happened in Toronto last month too clearly.
It had been Shane’s first trip away with the Centaurs and they had been playing some insane hockey. The team got along so well and accepted Shane immediately. After a win, everyone had gone out for dinner before they would be taking a mid-morning flight home the next day.
But Shane and Ilya had not really been able to have sex while they’d been on the road, and so Shane had decided to get spicy with it and took matters into his own hands. He’d spent all of team dinner sexting Ilya under the table, teasing him about what he wanted to do to him, how he was going to suck Ilya’s dick and bring him to the edge again and again, and then how he was going to let Ilya fuck him on all fours and make him fucking take it.
Ilya, also sex-starved, had gone right ahead and joined in, promising he would have Shane crying and begging to come just from Ilya’s fingers and how he was going to fuck Shane hard, and make him come and then keep fucking going until he decided Shane was done. Over the course of a couple of hours, Ilya had gotten Shane so wound up that by the time they had snuck away from dinner to go back to their hotel room, Ilya had practically ripped Shane’s clothes off the second the hotel door had closed.
Not one to break a promise, Shane had spent ages sucking Ilya and taken him so deep that his eyes had watered and then Ilya had unceremoniously put Shane through the mattress, fucking him until he came hands free, and then had continued to fuck him through his orgasm until Shane was whimpering and moaning and begging, and finally, coming a second time, nearly screaming from how good it felt. “Oh god, there, fuck, there, oh god you’re gonna make me come again, don’t stop, oh god I’m gonna—”
The bed had slammed the wall so hard again and again and Shane was, unsurprisingly, a little bit sore the next morning, but it was so fucking hot that neither of them had cared. They’d really needed that.
However.
However, when they had finally made it down to breakfast the next morning, they were greeted by Wyatt with a big smirk on his face. Shane had ignored that look, unsure as to what it could have been about, but then, in front of the other team members and in front of their scrambled eggs, Wyatt had said suddenly, “Shane, I didn’t know you were religious? Aren’t you going to bless the food?”
Shane had paused mid-fork-to-mouth. “I’m not?”
“Hmm. Interesting, because I could have sworn that I heard you crying out to God for almost an hour last night.”
Oh fuck.
“You didn’t—”
“Oh, I did.”
Fuuuuck.
Shane had felt his cheeks burn so hot that he thought he might burst a capillary. Talk about great first impressions.
And then, to make matters worse, Bood casually admitted that he, too, had heard everything, but through the wall on the other side of the Hollander-Rozanov Hotel-Rendezvous-Fuck-Suite.
After that, the entire team started losing their shit and roasting Shane and Ilya.
“I’m almost impressed,” Wyatt had continued. “I didn’t know men could come more than once, now I know. Atta boy, Roz.”
All the while, Shane’s face burned hotter and hotter—so hot he thought he might actually pass out. He rested his head on the table and waited for the earth to open up and swallow him. Eventually, Ilya’s “okay, you’ve had your fun, leave me and my husband alone” had finally shut down the nearly ten minutes of chirping, but to say Shane was still lightly traumatised would be an understatement.
Shane was not doing that again, thank you very much.
“It’s like the walls are made of fucking A4 paper,” he grumbled, staring at the ceiling.
Eventually Shane and Ilya got off the bed and went to brush their teeth and wash their faces. They slid under the puffy white hotel duvet and Shane snuggled into Ilya. They could wait a couple days, and then they would be in their own home and could fuck to their hearts’ content.
Except.
Except Shane’s body hadn’t gotten the memo just yet. He was still painfully hard and buzzing and the whole way back to the hotel he’d been fantasising about what the two of them would get up to, and now, even though now they were effectively cock-blocked, he was throbbing. Fuck.
So Shane draped one leg over Ilya’s thigh and tried to ignore how good even that simple contact felt as he pushed his hips forward just a little, just to rut against Ilya’s thigh to relieve the pressure.
It didn’t work at all. His cock twitched.
Ilya chuckled and reached down under Shane’s boxers to wrap loose fingers around him and play with his sensitive tip.
“Fuck. Don’t start something you can’t finish, you fucking tease,” Shane hissed.
“Maybe we can.” Ilya’s thumb swept over the head, spreading the slickness already leaking there, then wrapped his hand around and started to move slowly.
“How?” Shane whispered.
“You stay very, very quiet.” Ilya leaned in and kissed Shane as he kept moving his hand up and down.
Eventually, he pushed the covers out of the way and moved between Shane’s legs. The first hot, wet slide of his mouth made Shane’s back arch and he bit his lip hard, but a soft moan still escaped. “Fuck.”
Ilya pulled off. “Quiet, remember? Do you need my thumb? You want to suck it and stay quiet for me?”
Shane nodded desperately. There was something about having Ilya’s fingers in his mouth that always turned Shane on. Call it an oral fixation, call it a habit, but the grounding weight of Ilya’s fingers pressed against his tongue always made his cock throb.
Ilya’s hand started to slowly slide up Shane’s chest. “If you’re not going to stay quiet I’ll send you to the bathroom to jerk off into tissues.”
“Mmm, okay, I’ll be quiet. Give me your thumb.”
Ilya slid his thumb between Shane’s lips and used his other fingers to grip Shane’s jaw. Shane sucked hard immediately and Ilya pushed deeper, pressing against the roof of his mouth, then further back until Shane had to swallow hard and his eyes watered a little, but he wouldn’t complain. He’d choke on Ilya’s thumb happily if it meant staying quiet for him and being good.
“Okay. Good boy sucking for me. Now keep still.”
Ilya ducked down again and sucked hard, his tongue flicking mercilessly across the sensitive tip, and Shane’s thighs started trembling almost instantly. He was so wet and leaking steadily onto Ilya’s tongue already. When his hips bucked involuntarily and he whimpered around Ilya’s thumb, Ilya pulled off again and gave Shane a warning look.
“Shane. We said quiet, remember? I won’t warn you again. Keep your hips still. If you fuck into my mouth and I gag, Troy will hear. Do you want him to hear me choking on your thick cock and you whimpering like a little slut?”
Ilya was being very stern so Shane shook his head.
“I am very serious about sending you to the bathroom to jerk off if you can’t follow simple instructions.”
Shane nodded so hard it was embarrassing and sucked harder on Ilya’s thumb. He could be good. He would be good. He had to be.
Ilya’s mouth was so hot and tight that it was driving Shane insane when Ilya took him even deeper and started sucking harder, harder, harder, working him with his free hand to stroke where his mouth didn’t reach. Shane’s eyes squeezed shut and his thighs started to tremble again. He breathed hard through his nose around Ilya’s thumb even as his jaw started to ache and as tears pricked at the corners of his eyes from the effort.
The pressure built and built in his gut until he was right there, right on the edge, but he couldn’t even move to warn Ilya. So instead he held his breath, clenched his jaw, and bit down on Ilya’s thumb, probably far too hard, as he finally came hard, pulsing down Ilya’s throat while every muscle in his body locked up to keep his hips pinned to the mattress and stay nice and still.
Ilya pulled off slowly and crawled up his body. “You were so quiet,” he whispered, kissing him deeply so Shane could taste himself on Ilya’s tongue. “So good for me.”
“I held my breath when I came,” Shane confessed, gasping for breath as quietly as he could manage as his heart continued to hammer. “Do you ever do that?”
“Hold my breath while I come?” Ilya whispered back.
“Yeah, like when you’re almost lightheaded and then you come so hard. It’s kind of a hack.” Shane smiled dopily and kissed Ilya again. “Maybe I have insane sex IQ.”
Ilya shook his head and smiled. “You didn’t see it online and try it?”
“No?” Shane paused. “Wait. It’s a thing?”
“Don’t tell me you think you’ve invented it,” Ilya laughed softly and rubbed Shane’s jaw.
“Wait… other people do that too?”
“Oh my god I love you and I love your mind so much. But yes.” Ilya laughed softly and pulled him closer. “Come on. Down you go. Suck me off.”
Shane swung a leg over and settled between Ilya’s thighs on the bed. His heart was still racing from his own orgasm, but the heavy, familiar weight of Ilya’s cock right in front of him made his mouth water.
He started slow, just dragging his tongue up the underside, licking a wet stripe from base to tip and then pressed open-mouthed kisses along the shaft. Finally he swirled his tongue around the head and teased the slit until Ilya’s hips twitched and a quiet curse slipped out above him.
“Quiet, remember?” Shane pulled off to whisper.
Ilya’s hand found its way into Shane’s hair, fingers threading through the silky strands and tightening.
“Then quit your teasing. Get to work, fuck.”
Shane hummed in acknowledgment but he stopped playing. He took Ilya deep in one smooth motion, hollowing his cheeks and sucking as hard as he could. Ilya’s grip in his hair tightened instantly, guiding him faster, setting the rhythm he needed, and Shane let him by relaxing his throat and taking him as deep as he could, again and again and again. They really did need to be fast and dirty tonight. Saliva was starting to drip down Ilya’s cock and around the corners of Shane’s stretched lips.
The wet sounds were maybe just a little bit too loud in the quiet room, but Shane couldn’t bring himself to care. Not when Ilya was breathing hard through his nose, thighs tense on either side of his shoulders, clearly fighting to stay quiet. Shane worked him harder, bobbing faster, using his hand on the base while his mouth focused on his sensitive tip.
Eventually, Ilya’s hips jerked slightly as he fucked shallowly into his mouth. “Fuck—da, like that,” Ilya whispered. “So good, so good for me, keep going, I’m close.”
Shane doubled down and it didn’t take long after that before Ilya’s breathing grew ragged and his abs tightened under Shane’s forearm. Ilya came with a low, bitten-off groan that he tried to smother against his own arm, pulsing hot across Shane’s tongue, and Shane swallowed around him and continued to stroke him through it until Ilya’s trembling thighs finally relaxed.
Only then did Shane pull off slowly, pressing one last soft kiss to the tip before resting his flushed cheek against Ilya’s thigh. He stayed there for a moment just catching his breath.
“I won that round,” Shane whispered as he climbed back up the mattress. “I was quieter than you.”
Ilya nodded and pulled Shane onto his chest. “Yes. You win, but I think we both did pretty well.”
Suddenly the sound of snoring came through the wall. “Phew,” Shane giggled. “Yep, I think we nailed that.” He curled into Ilya’s side and draped his leg back over his thigh.
“We should talk about the holding your breath thing,” Ilya said.
“Not tonight. I’m exhausted. Fuck, I can’t believe I didn’t come up with that first. I’m actually so annoyed.”
Shane felt the vibration of Ilya’s chest against his as Ilya laughed. “You are still a genius because you came up with it all by yourself. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
The next morning, the only person getting roasted at breakfast was Troy for his “no, I love you most!” carry-on, which Shane had initiated lovingly. Ilya subtly dragged his foot up the side of Shane’s calf under the table and they shared a cheeky smile when Troy groaned about how he hadn’t realised the walls were so damn thin.
