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Shane doesn't know how long they've been here. Maybe a few hours? He kind of lost track after…the second drink he had. He doesn't remember what that drink was, but it was strong.

They're out celebrating the end of the season, a big group of Shane and Ilya's teammates and friends who've come into town for this big hangout at a local club. Shane originally wasn't going to drink, but Ilya convinced him to let loose a little.

Now, though…he may have let a little too loose.

Shane blinks blearily, now certifiably tipsy, probably on his way to drunk if he keeps drinking…whatever it is he's drinking now. He should figure out what it is. It's yummy. Ilya ordered it for him.

Ilya. Shane smiles fondly and turns his head to the side, resting it on his hand to stare at his husband. His husband. God, he's sooo handsome, and sweet, and kind of pretty. Oh, and hot. Fuck, Ilya is so fucking hot. He wants to tell Ilya, because it's very important his husband knows how hot he is, but he's busy talking to Troy. And Shane is a very polite boy, so he can wait. He will pout about it a little, however.

Instead, Shane lets his eyes wander around the club. He giggles a little when he sees Hayden and Jackie on the dance floor, Hayden completely out of his element but clearly loving it considering he can't tear his eyes off his wife. Shane thinks he spots Marlow and Bood talking in a far corner, and something about that is funny, too.

As his gaze drifts, it lands on a small group of women standing across the room. While the club is dark, they're standing near one of the many strobe lights for Shane to see them decently.They clearly don't see Shane, though, considering the way they're all eyeing up his husband. Something nasty flares in Shane's stomach, because how dare they?

How dare they check out his husband? That's just…rude, it's rude is what it is! They don't know Ilya like he does, Ilya doesn't fuck them like he fucks Shane.

He huffs petulantly to himself. It's fine. It's not like they're doing anything wrong. His husband is hot, so. He can't really blame them. He feels kind of smug the more he thinks about it, actually.

Like, hah! Yeah! That's his husband. Let them look all they want, that's his mindset.

At least, it is until one of the women smacks one other on the arm, gently nudging her forward and laughing.

Like she's encouraging her to come over.

Oh, fuck that.

Shane looks back to Ilya, thankful that…whoever he was talking to has now left. Clumsily, Shane stumbles up closer behind Ilya, wrapping his arms around his waist and tucking his head into his neck, humming. Ilya chuckles and says something, but Shane is a man on a mission.

His eyes fall shut as he starts kissing Ilya's neck, licking and sucking and biting in between the wet press of his lips against the other's skin. He smiles as Ilya's head falls back against his shoulder, making him hum appreciatively.

Unfortunately for him, Ilya for some reason pulls away, turning quickly and making Shane whine and try to lean back in. Ilya holds him up, raising an eyebrow and looking vaguely concerned, which Shane doesn't understand. Doesn't he know Shane is busy?

"Kotik, what's going on, hm?" Ilya asks sweetly, caressing the side of Shane's face in a way that has him distracted for a minute. His hands feel soo nice. Ugh, focus, Shane.

Shane pouts, nuzzling into Ilya's touch. "Everybody…is staring at you, but you're mine, they gotta see," he slurs out, words almost running together. He pointedly grinds forward and pushes his crotch against Ilya's thigh, groaning softly.

Ilya inhales sharply and steps back. "Okay!" He says loudly, clapping his hands together. "It is time to go home now, definitely time to go home."

Shane would pout again if Ilya wasn't blushing so prettily, something he rarely does, as he slaps some money on the counter and takes Shane's hand, practically dragging him out of the bar. Wow, Ilya's ass looks great in those jeans.

He doesn't bother looking for the woman again, knowing she's probably watching on in disappointment, or something. He's too busy planning how he wants to jump Ilya when they get to the car…and maybe a few more times when they get home, too.

As Hayden watches Ilya drag Shane out of the bar, he startles as Jackie laughs, pulling his attention away from the way his friend was all over his husband and back to his amazing, beautiful, hot wife.

"Your crush is showing a little bit, Hayden," she says with a smirk.

He feels his face go hot, and he stares at the floor as he slides his hands to the sides of her hips, feeling too embarrassed to look at her face. "Sorry, Jacks." He probably shouldn't have drank that second beer.

It's—okay, his slight crush on Shane isn't new, but knowing about it is. Acknowledging it is. It's not even really a crush. He's just…hot.

Jackie just laughs again, placing her hands on Hayden's chest as she sways confidently to the music in comparison to Hayden's awkward frozen stance. "I told you, I don't mind. Especially with everything he just did, that was…a lot."

Hayden nods, swallowing thickly as he remembers the way Shane had been all over Ilya, grinding against him in public, like he wanted someone to see. Fucking hell.

He clears his throat. "Yeah, I've never seen him…like that before," he laughs shortly. "Must have been drunker than he usually gets."

Jackie gives him a sympathetic look, moving her hands to rub his arms reassuringly. "Oh, babe," she sighs, "I told you I'm okay with you talking to him about it. Who knows, maybe you guys could work something out?"

She waggles her eyebrows suggestively to get a real laugh out of him, and it works, Hayden chuckling as he shakes his head and sighs. "I know, I know! It's just…a lot to lay out on him, you know?" Hayden follows Jackie as she silently leads them off the dance floor to a more quiet spot in a corner, still talking as she pulls him along. "Telling him I'm bi, telling him he's part of the reason I know that. I don't want to make things…weird." His face scrunches up and he groans. "Am I making any sense?"

"Yes, baby, of course that makes sense. He's your best friend, you don't want to ruin that."

Jackie hums, biting her lip as she thinks to herself for a minute. The dim lights of the bar make her lips shine softly from the gloss he watched her put on earlier. God, she's gorgeous.

"Well," she starts, hesitant. "I have an idea, but you might not like it."

"Oh?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Do you trust me?" She asks.

Hayden laughs and leans in, kissing her cheek and breathing her in for a second before pulling back. "Jacks, I'd trust you with anything."

Hayden is never trusting his wife ever again.

Her genius plan, apparently, involves distracting Shane upstairs with laundry questions the next time the pair stop over the Pike house while Hayden sits in the living room, alone, with Ilya Rozanov. Fantastic.

"Jackie isn't pregnant again, is she?" Ilya asks.

Hayden's eyebrows scrunch together incredulously. "What? No! Jesus, Rozanov. Why the hell would you think that?!"

Ilya holds up his hands defensively. "I don't fucking know! You get your wife to separate us, I think maybe there is big news to share. Is it really that crazy of an idea, Pike?"

Hayden sighs, rubbing a hand over his face because, quite frankly, no, it isn't that crazy of an idea. Speaking of big news, however, he thinks he understands what his wife's goal was with this plan. She wants him to talk to Ilya about him. About Shane. Fuck his life.

Surely Ilya wouldn't kill him in his own house, right? At least the kids are at Jackie's parents house for the night.

"Okay, fuck, it's not—She's not pregnant, but there is news, I guess," Hayden sits on the edge of his chair, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees as he tries to think of the best way to say 'Hey, I'm bisexual and really into your husband. Can I watch you two fuck for research and also for fun?'

Ilya sits across from him, similarly positioned. He holds out his hands after Hayden stays quiet for a few seconds too long. "Are you going to get to it anytime soon, or does your slowness on ice come from slowness in your head?"

"Screw you, man!" Hayden scoffs and shakes his head. "This isn't easy to talk about, okay?"

Ilya stares at him for a moment, searching for something in his face, before nodding and leaning back in the chair as he seems to come to a decision. "Okay. No more jokes, I promise."

Hayden eyes him suspiciously. "Really?"

The other man rolls his eyes and sighs. "Yes, really, Pike. You are being weird, so clearly this is…something. Just get it over with, yes?"

Hayden takes a steadying breath. Ilya's right, he guesses. He has to just…say it. Rip off the band-aid, and the whole thing will be over with. No big deal. Just word vomit it out, if he has to. He stares down at his fingers.

"I'm bisexual and Jackie realized because of how attracted to Shane I am and now I have permission to ask if the three of us can do something together or you can leave and we can just forget this all happened."

Hayden spews out the entire sentence in one breath, and when he risks a glance up afterwards, he's surprised, and a little proud, to see Ilya positively shocked, staring at him blankly and blinking owlishly.

Hayden really wishes his stomach wasn't in knots so he could appreciate seeing The Ilya Rozanov so gobsmacked by something he said, but he can look back on this moment and laugh about it later. Hopefully. If he's still alive.

"Right, I think I got all that," Ilya says slowly.

A smirk carefully forms on his face, his eyes filling with mirth. "I would like to say, for the record, that I knew you had a crush on my husband. You are very obvious."

Hayden pales, choking on his own spit. "Obvious?"

Ilya sighs and nods. "Yes, very obvious to me, I have a great gaydar. Shane did not believe me, do not worry, but I am glad to know I was right. As always."

Hayden calms a little at the knowledge that, at the very least, Shane doesn't know about his embarrassing crush. At least he has that going for him. Still, the fact that Ilya noticed is more than a little mortifying.

"Unfortunately," Ilya starts, wincing, and Hayden feels his stomach drop. "I don't think…Shane would be interested in doing anything with you and Jackie."

Him and—What? What is he talking about? Oh. Wait.

'I have permission to ask if the three of us can do something together.'

Ah, okay. Hayden sees where the confusion is coming from.

"No, no," he snorts. "Trust me, we know that. I meant like…me, Shane, and you. Doing something."

Ilya blinks, his face covered in a blank look of shock. "Oh." The blank look fades into something else, then. Something smug and amused. "Oh."

"Don't fucking start, dude—"

"No, no, it's understandable. I am so attractive and talented, makes sense that you would want to get into bed with us both, of course, who wouldn't?"

"I'm leaving," Hayden says, getting up to leave his own house so he doesn't have to be in this situation anymore.

He's stopped by Ilya grabbing his arm tightly. "Nooo," he whines and pouts. "Don't go, we were just getting to the fun part. We have to set boundaries, yes?"

Hayden pauses, eyebrows furrowing together as he stares at Ilya. He sits back down slowly. "You mean…you're fine with this?"

Ilya drops his hand and shrugs. "We have…discussed things like this before. I would not mind, and I do not think Shane would mind either. I think he would like that it was with you. More…comfortable, that way."

"Oh," Hayden says, smiling softly. He likes the idea of being a comfort to Shane. That's his best friend, after all. "So, you'll talk to him about it?"

Ilya tilts his head. "You do not want to do it?"

Hayden shakes his head vehemently. "No, no way. I don't want to put him on the spot, or anything. Make him weirded out or uncomfortable without a way to get out of the situation. That sounds like hell for him."

Ilya hums, nodding. He stares down Hayden for a moment, looking over his face intently before he seems to come to a decision in his mind. "You are a good friend, Hayden Pike. I will talk to Shane, later, at home. Then, we go from there."

Hayden breathes out a sigh of relief, tension bleeding out from his shoulders. At that moment, the two of them hear Jackie and Shane's voices traveling closer form upstairs, their footsteps echoing from the stairs as the come down.

Before they come around the corner, Hayden mouths a 'Thank you,' at Ilya, and the other nods in response. When Jackie raises an eyebrow at him once she and Shane are sat with them in the living room, he gives her a bashful smile. She nudges him smugly.

That's the hard part over, then. He hopes so, at least.

Their little meeting goes a little something like this. Jackie asks a question that makes Hayden want to crawl into a hole and die. Ilya responds, usually in a way that makes Shane hide his face in his hands for a good minute. For example:

"Just how kinky were you planning to get, exactly?" Jackie asks, legs crossed and hands folded in her lap, looking calm and every bit in control of the situation.

Hayden, on the other hand, feels exhausted. They've only been talking for 10 minutes, but he's already ready to be done with this. It's not that he's a prude, just…he's not used to talking about sex with other people, much less Shane. They're both pretty private people, sue them!

"Ehh, not very. We are usually pretty kinky, but I figured it would be better to be more vanilla with Pike. Will probably still get a little kinky, though. Shane cannot help himself."

Shane, face red, glares at Ilya. "I am not that kinky. We have vanilla sex all the time!"

"You mean the sex we had last night where you choked me?" Ilya raises his eyebrows, giving Shane a look.

His friend somehow gets more red, and clamps his mouth shut quickly, turning away from the three of them.

Oh. Wow. Shane choking Ilya…his dick definitely just twitched in his pants. Jackie lets out an impressed sounding hum.

"Would you want to just watch, or join us?" Ilya asks next, looking at Hayden.

"Um," Hayden starts, nervousness coursing through his body as everyone's eyes fall to him. He knows the answer, and he knows Jackie's okay with the answer, but fuck, does everyone have to stare at him?

"Join you, if that's okay."

Ilya and Shane nod, like they expected his response. Ilya looks to Shane, and Shane clears his throat. "Yeah, that's—that's okay with me. With us, I mean."

There's a long beat of awkward silence, the four of them staring at each other for just a second too long for it to feel natural.

"Um—"

Shane and Hayden say at the same time, and they both freeze. They both open their mouths again, only to pause when the other does the same. They laugh a little, nervously.

"You go first," Hayden says, and Shane nods.

"Right, um. I wanted to ask, well," he looks back and forth between Hayden and Jackie. "How did you know you were bisexual?"

Jackie smirks out of the corner of his eye and Hayden blinks owlishly. Oh jeez.

He knew this question would be brought up at some point, he knew it, but that doesn't mean he's prepared to answer it. Is it too late to back out now?

Jackie nudges his side, and it's then that he realizes he's been just staring off into space silently for a good while, the three of them looking at him with concern written all over their faces. Right. Okay. He can do this.

"Uh, so. Jackie kind of figured it out for me."

Ilya tosses his head back as he laughs loudly, while Shane gives a much more appreciated huff under his breath, the corner of his lips crooking up.

"This is why Jackie is your better half," Ilya says, looking smug as anything for some reason. Hayden rolls his eyes and Shane elbows Ilya in the side.

"Anyway. She kind of noticed that the way I talked about Shane was…different. That I was more attracted to you than just 'appreciative of your physique,'" he says in air quotes, something Hayden had actually said once as an excuse when he was still in denial of his crush.

"Wait." Shane sits up, eyebrows pulling together. "Me? I'm the reason you figured out you like men?"

Hayden blinks, giving Shane an 'Uh, yeah?' look.

"You shouldn't be so surprised, moya lyubov," Ilya says, one of his hands coming to play with Shane's hair lightly. "You are very attractive," Ilya purrs lowly, sending a bit of a thrill down Hayden's spine. Shane's ears turn red as he looks anywhere but at any of them.

Eventually, he works up the courage to look at Jackie at least. "And…you're okay with this?"

Jackie looks to Hayden, smiling softly as she nods. "Yeah. I know he loves me, and we talked about everything a lot over the years. I'm perfectly fine as long as he gives me the juicy details afterwards. I trust him."

Hayden smiles back at her, unable to resist leaning over to kiss her quickly on the lips, murmuring a soft "Love you," under his breath as he pulls away. God, he doesn't know how he got so lucky as to be with a woman like Jackie. He'll need to think of something big to give her as thanks for this, even though she's said she doesn't need anything. She deserves it.

"So, is that why you wanted to do this with us? Because you're attracted to me?"

Hayden opens and then closes his mouth, tilting his head. "Well, it's more than that, I think?"

He shifts a little where he sits, clearing his throat. "I'm attracted to you, yeah, but…you're also my best friend? And I trust you? The both of you, I guess," Hayden rolls his eyes and Ilya smirks, though thankfully stays quiet. "and, I don't know. It felt like…I'd be able to have the best experience if it was with you guys."

"Awww, Pike," Ilya pouts and puts a hand over his heart. "I'm honored."

He hisses when Shane elbows his again, in the same spot he did earlier. "What? I am!"

Shane rolls his eyes before looking to Hayden. "We are honored, seriously. We'll do our best to make it perfect for you. Ilya will be on his best behavior, I'll make sure of it."

"Yeah, right," Hayden says at the same time Ilya says, "I am always on my best behavior!"

God, this is going to be a shit show, isn't it?

Still…he kind of can't wait.

Hayden knocks on the front door of the Hollander-Rozanov house, backpack over his shoulder. He breathes a sigh of relief when it's Shane who opens the door, a familiar smile on his face as he steps to the side to let Hayden in. "Hey, Hayd."

"Hey." He looks around, furrowing his eyebrows. "Where's Anya?" Hayden asks, surprised at not being tackled as soon as he's stepped in the door, the way he's usually greeted by the dog.

"Uh, with my parents. It felt…weird, to do this with her home." Shane huffs, and Hayden nods in understanding. He guesses that makes sense.

"Yes, we did not want to traumatize our daughter with Hayden Pike's dick." Ilya's voice carries from the living room, and Hayden rolls his eyes. Such a fucking child, man.

Hayden toes his shoes off by the door, shuffling them over beside the others the way Shane likes and following his friend to the living room.

He's…both nervous, and not. He's nervous because, hello, his first threesome, first time with a man, and sex with his best friend and asshole husband? Nerve wracking. On the other hand, it's Shane. He trusts Shane entirely. Ilya, not so much, but he trusts Shane to handle his husband if need be.

When the two of them step into the living room, Ilya sits on the couch, arms laid over the back and legs spread, looking like the picture of relaxation. There's a large grin on his face, which surely means trouble.

"Okay, Pike! Get on your knees."

Thereee it is.

"Ilya!" Shane hisses, before turning to Hayden. "Don't listen to him, he's joking."

Like Hayden was going to get on his knees for Rozanov. Shane, though…different story.

Ilya sighs deeply, letting his head fall back against the couch before he forces himself up with a huff of air, walking over to the two of them. He presses a kiss to Shane's cheek before walking past Hayden to the kitchen.

"Do either of you need a drink? Ginger ale? Vodka?" He asks, opening the fridge and looking back and forth between the two of them.

Hayden shakes his head, and Shane much do the same, because Ilya just shrugs and grabs three bottles of water before closing the door. He looks Hayden up and down for a second before humming.

"We start now, I figure. That way neither of you have time to freak out too much. Sound good?"

Shane breathes out something that sounds almost like a sigh of relief. "Yes, I mean—" him and hayden look at each other. "If that's okay with you, I think starting now is a good idea. If you're ready."

The two men stare at Hayden, looking to him to give the go-ahead on their threesome. Jesus Christ. Hayden swallows loudly. Fuck it.

"Yeah, let's start."

Hayden follows Ilya and Shane up to their bedroom, which is only lit by two warm lights on either end of the bed and the setting sun through their floor-to-ceiling windows along the right-hand wall. It's nice, cozy.

The focal point of the room is definitely the bed. He doesn't exactly know what it's called, but it's huge. An Alaskan king, or something?

Ilya walks over to the side of the ginormous bed, reaching underneath and pulling out a small cooler bag, unzipping it and sticking the water bottles inside, and closing it up before sliding it back under the bed. He stands up straight, clapping once.

"Okay! Who is starting?"

The three of them look between each other, none of them making any moves to begin. Ilya looks up and groans, rubbing a hand across his face and muttering something before looking to Hayden. "Put your bag down by the dresser, Pike."

Hayden turns, walking over and grumbling under his breath. He could have at least said please. Nevertheless, Hayden puts his bag down against the side of the dresser, backing up a bit while watching it to make sure it doesn't fall over before he turns back around. He freezes.

Shane's standing in the middle of the room, his throat bobbing when he swallows as Ilya whispers something in his left ear. Shane nods before Ilya takes a few steps back, moving out of Hayden's eyesight as he looks at his friend, eyes locked onto his. Shane looks back, hesitating briefly before he moves.

Hayden stares in awe as Shane slowly pulls off his clothes, his breath hitching numerous times as more and more of his friend's skin is revealed as he shucks off his shirt, then his shorts, then, his face and neck flushing, his briefs.

A warm fondness bubbles in Hayden when Shane starts folding his clothes, setting them on the dresser across from their bed. Then, he's standing there, naked as the day he was born.

He's gorgeous.

Hayden always knew he was, but seeing him like this, being allowed to stare and examine and take in the beauty that is Shane Hollander's naked body…it's better than he ever imagined.

Shane smiles bashfully, looking away and vaguely trying to cover his body out of embarrassment. He covers his cock with one hand. Before Hayden can protest, Ilya pipes up from behind him.

"Ah, ah. Don't hide from your friend, Shane. Let him look at you, yes? Look at him."

Hayden doesn't know if that last command is for Shane or him, but regardless it seems they both listen. Shane's arms fall to his sides as he looks to Hayden, exposing himself fully and watching as Hayden takes in the sight before him.

Shane is usually shown to be all hard muscle whenever he's in a promo with some skin showing. They have him flex, or dehydrate, or get a fresh pump to show off his bulging biceps or crazy defined legs. Like this, though…the muscle is still there, but he's softer, too.

His cock hangs heavy between his legs, not hard but not quite fully flaccid, either. Hayden feels a weird urge to wrap his mouth around it.

Ilya steps closer to Hayden, hooking his chin over his shoulder and humming lowly. "Beautiful, isn't he?" Ilya says softly in Hayden's ear.

He doesn't even recoil at Ilya being so close to him, too enamored by Shane in front of him. "Yeah," Hayden breathes in agreement, because it's the truth.

"Tell him, yes?" Ilya says, louder this time, so Shane can hear. "Shane likes being told how pretty he is."

Shane watches him, licking his lips, his eyes slightly wide like he can't quite believe what's happening right now. Hayden doesn't think he can, either, even though they've planned this out for a month now. It's different in the moment. More real.

Hayden swallows, his throat bobbing. He clears his throat before he speaks, wanting Shane to know he means this. "You're…beautiful, Shane."

Hayden feels his face get a little hot at the admission, and he drinks in the way Shane's ears turn red. He's never seen him blush the way he is now, from his ears to his cheeks to his neck and further down his chest.

The way Shane's cock twitches at his words doesn't escape his notice.

"What do you tell Hayden, Shane?" Ilya asks, a smug lilt to his voice.

Shane takes a breath, stuttering a couple times before he can get the words out. "Thank you."

Ilya steps away from him then, and Hayden is surprised to miss the warmth of the other's body behind his, shivering slightly at the loss of it. He's not cold for long, though, as Ilya walks up to Shane and grabs him by the chin to kiss him deeply, licking into his mouth. Shane lets out a soft sound that has Hayden's body heating back up.

It feels like he shouldn't be watching them kiss. He's seen them kiss plenty of times, plenty of times, but this is different than he's ever seen. Deeper, hotter, somehow, like that night at the bar except more.

When they separate, Shane's pupils are dilated so wide his entire iris is almost black, and he breathes heavily as he stares at Ilya longingly. Ilya isn't much different, but there's a smirk on his face that makes him look insufferably hot. Like he knows how far gone Shane is from just a kiss and he loves it.

"Now," Ilya starts, his voice a low rumble that sends a pleasurable shiver down Hayden's spine.

Fuck, what is happening right now? Hayden had prepared for Shane, for being hooked onto this perfect man he'd wanted to see like this for years now, but not this. Not being hooked on Ilya, too.

It was fucking weird, and he hates how much he fucking likes it. He likes Ilya like this. Ilya continues speaking, oblivious to how it's not only Shane hanging onto his every word. Or maybe he's not, Hayden doesn't know.

"You will go lay on the bed for us, and we will come over and do many, many things to you. Okay?" Ilya arches an eyebrow, and Shane nods obediently, walking over to the bed and crawling on top of the covers and lying on his back, watching the two of them. Waiting.

Ilya turns his gaze to Hayden now, and Hayden gulps as his body heats under the weight of it. "Coming, Pike?"

In his pants soon, yeah, probably.

Hayden follows Ilya over to the bed, where Ilya tilts his head and hums, motioning at Shane for him to move down the bed. Shane obeys, sitting up and scooting down to the foot of the bed and planting his feet on the floor.

Ilya runs his hand through Shane's hair, longer now than it is usually, and grips it tight enough to tilt Shane's head back. He looks to Ilya as Ilya looks to Hayden. He blinks owlishly at the both of them, eyes darting between the pair as he tries to decode what he's meant to do.

Ilya rolls his eyes. "Both of you are hopeless," he says before grabbing Hayden by the neck and pushing him down and forward while pushing Shane forward until their mouths push together roughly.

It takes the two of them a second to recover and clock what's happening, but once they do, they tentatively start kissing, and oh.

The first thing he notices is how different it is to kissing Jackie, and the second thing he notices is how much he likes it.

Shane's lips move slowly, hesitantly. He opens his mouth to let Hayden in, and Hayden is similarly slow as he licks his tongue inside. Oh, wow.

There's the slight taste of toothpaste, but besides that it's just…Shane. Beautiful, pliant, sweet Shane whose lips are pressed to his. Hayden's hand subconsciously finds it's way to the side of Shane's neck as he deepens the kiss, their lips smacking together loudly as they get lost in each other.

A quiet little sound comes from Shane's throat and Hayden can't resist the groan he lets out, trying to lick his way closer to the source of that small whine. Hayden tilts Shane's head back a bit further to get more comfortable.

The way Shane sinks into his touch is something more familiar to him, letting him settle a bit from the way he had felt with Ilya.

Things get more heated the more comfortable with each other they get, their kisses going from slow and cautious to something more eager and desperate, the two of them panting and breathing heavily into each others mouths.

Shane whines and Hayden groans in protest when their lips are torn apart by Ilya, the other man pulling them away from each other. Ilya coos at them both. "I know, you wanted to keep going, didn't you?"

Shane nods weakly, but Hayden glares at Ilya despite the fact that yes, he did want to keep going. He doesn't appreciate the tone.

Ilya smirks at Hayden like he can tell what he's thinking, and his eyes are immediately drawn to Ilya's lips. He can't help but wonder what it would be like to kiss Ilya. Different than Shane, most definitely. Would he still enjoy it, he wonders?

He almost starts to lean forward, just to test if he'd like it, but before he can make any moves Ilya lets go of their hair and crawls behind Shane. "Pike, get on your knees."

Hayden rolls his eyes. Never mind, he never wants to put his lips anywhere near Ilya's. Nevertheless, he follows the command and kneels, gulping when he realizes it puts his face directly in front of Shane's hard, dripping cock.

Ilya, now on the bed behind Shane, watching with his chin on the other's shoulder, hums. "You ever suck cock before, Pike?"

Hayden shakes his head.

"Do you want to?"

He thinks about a few moments ago, the urge to wrap his mouth around Shane's dick. Like this, it's somehow more enticing, which he didn't think was possible. The size of it in front of him, and fuck, is it big, the way it glistens in the warm lighting of the room, Shane staring down at him in awe.

Fuck yeah, he wants to.

He nods, and Ilya grins. "Good. You will listen to me, yes? Unless you want to end up throwing up on my husband's cock, which is not very sexy."

Hayden stares unimpressed at Ilya and snorts when Shane reaches back to smack Ilya's side. "Be nice," he mumbles, and Ilya grumbles something in reply and kisses Shane's shoulder, making the other shoot lovey dovey eyes at him.

"First, give little licks to the head, like a kitten. Get used to the taste." Ilya instructs, and Hayden settles in, determined to not give Ilya any ammunition to make fun of him. He will do good at this.

Hesitantly, Hayden leans closer with his tongue out, licking at the tip of Shane's cock, tasting the pre-cum that's built up there. The taste isn't…bad, per say. It's salty, and a little bitter, but not unbearable.

As he keeps licking, Ilya hums approvingly. "Good, now, lick from base to tip up the whole length of him."

Again, Hayden follows through, changing from the short, little licks to ones with his full tongue out, looking up at the two of them as he slowly licks up the entire length of Shane's cock. It feels a little slutty, honestly.

Their reactions make it worth it.

Shane's eyes roll back as he lets out a low groan. "Fuck, Hayden, you look," he trails off breathlessly, settling back and leaning against Ilya's chest. Ilya doesn't say anything, but the way he gulps and stares unblinkingly down at him makes Hayden throb in his sweatpants.

It's the first taste of power he's felt the whole night, and fuck does it feel good. He decides to move forward, not waiting for further instructions from Ilya. He tries to think of what he's noticed and liked from all the times Jackie's blown him.

Carefully, Hayden wraps his lips around the head of Shane's cock, making sure to watch his teeth as he bobs his head shallowly, taking about an inch of length into his mouth and running his tongue along the underside.

It's a literal mouthful, but he thinks he does well based on the moan Shane lets out. His eyelids naturally fall shut as he focuses on the movement, steadily taking a little bit more each time he runs his mouth up and down his friend's cock.

The taste along the rest of Shane's dick is different than his tip. Less salty bitterness and more…skin and musk, more Shane. His scent is stronger this way, too, and Hayden finds he likes it more than he thought he would.

He loses himself a little bit, mindlessly bobbing his head.

Eventually, he gets ahead of himself. His eyes burst open and he gags when the head of his cock hits the back of Hayden's throat.

Shane gasps, "Hayd, fuck, are you—?"

Shane tries to pull his hips back, but Hayden frantically shakes his head and squeezes his eyes shut, wanting to keep Shane in his mouth, wanting to do good for them. He wants to show them he can take this, he really can, he just needs to—

"Shh, breathe through your nose—hold on, Shane—Pike, calm down, open your throat, and breathe through your nose." Ilya says sternly.

Through the choking panic clouding his mind, Hayden picks up Ilya's instructions and tries his best to follow them. A part of him wants to ask what the fuck opening your throat means, but he's a little busy gagging on his friend's dick.

He tries opening his throat by widening it, breathing through his nose at the same time, and nearly gasps at the rush of air that floods his system, no longer suffocating.

His eyes open blearily, and he's shocked to see his nose just shy of being pushed against Shane's bush. He's taken nearly Shane's entire cock down his throat. Holy fuck.

He looks up at the two men above him, Shane staring down at him with his jaw dropped while Ilya sits behind him, grinning predatorily and holding Shane's hips in place so he doesn't twitch forward. The weight of their combined gazes is enough to encourage him to sink that last inch down the rest of Shane's dick.

Shane's head falls back as he groans, muttering something under his breath.

"Good job, Pike," Ilya hums, sounding almost impressed.

Hayden can't stop the muffled moan that fights it's way out of his body, and a part of him dies a little at the sadistic expression that falls onto Ilya's face. Fuck.

"Ah, see Shane? You and Pike have something else in common! You both like praise."

"Ilya, if you don't shut up and make me lose my focus, I will come and this will end embarrassingly fast. Shut it."

Ilya chuckles but does in fact shut his mouth, his only response being a kiss under Shane's ear.

The mention of Shane coming sets something off in Hayden, because fuck, yes. He wants Shane to lose control, to feel so good he can't help himself and he comes right down Hayden's throat.

God, if he ever had any doubt he was into men, this alone was confirmation enough.

Slyly, without either party noticing, Ilya moves to grab something from the nightstand drawer closest to him, tucking it away in his hand. Shane squirms as Hayden absentmindedly sucks at the length in his mouth.

"Remember what we said at meeting, Shane? That we will not be too kinky?" Ilya arches an eyebrow questioningly.

Shane, biting his lip, turns his head to look at Ilya before he nods. "Mhm," he hums shakily.

"Right. So, tell me honestly, no playing, do you want to come in Pike's mouth?"

Hayden perks up, making Ilya chuckle.

"Because I think he wants it, and we both know you can go many, many rounds. So…?"

Shane keeps squirming for a minute, looking at Ilya and seemingly weighing his options as his eyes flick from his husband to Hayden down on his knees between his spread legs. Eventually, he shuts his eyes and lets out a rough breath before nodding frantically.

"Yes, yes, wanna come, fuck, I'm so close," he admits, and he groans when Hayden moans around his cock at the thought of Shane coming in his mouth soon. He wants it so fucking bad.

Ilya smiles darkly. "Good boy." Ilya puts both his hands on Shane's hips now, holding his hips down in place.

He turns his attention to Hayden, then. "Bob your head, now. Whatever pace you prefer, I don't care," Ilya waves a hand dismissively before putting it back on Shane. "Make him come and take what you want, yes?"

Hayden nods as best he can before slowly pulling back until Shane's cock is nearly fully out of his mouth, then sinking right back down to press his nose against his crotch. He makes sure to drag his tongue along the underside of Shane's cock, along one particular vein he can feel clearly. He repeats the motion until he's built up a rhythm, speeding up as he goes until Shane is actively whining and moaning.

"Fucking hell, so good, Pike," Ilya breathes, a little in awe. "A natural-born cocksucker just like my Shane, don't you think so, moy lyubimyy?"

"Fuck, yeah, yes, so good, Hayd, so good," Shane pants. "Feels so good, gonna come soon."

The mention of Shane coming and the praise from both the men above him has Hayden pressing his palm against the bulge in his sweatpants. He's glad he went for comfort, because he knows if he was wearing jeans right now his cock would ache with the strain of it against the zipper. Fuck, he can feel how much he's leaking. Hayden looks up at them, his eyes watering every time Shane's dick hits the back of his throat.

"Aww, Pike," Ilya coos in a sickeningly sweet voice that should really piss Hayden off, but all it does is make him harder. "So hard for it, aren't you? Good fucking boy, sucking your first cock so well."

Ilya's words have him redoubling his efforts, and he chooses not the focus on why that is. That's a problem for future Hayden. All current Hayden has to worry about is sucking cock and being good, that's all he needs to think about right now.

A few minutes later, Shane starts breathing heavier, his hips twitching uncontrollably under Ilya's hands. "Fuck, 'm gonna come, gonna come," Shane stutters out, eyes fluttering.

"That's it, zaychik, come in Pike's mouth, go on, do it," Ilya purrs the command deeply, and it's like the words alone are enough to push Shane over the edge.

Hayden makes sure to pull his mouth up Shane's cock partly so he won't cough and choke on Shane's cum. His eyes drift closed and he moans around the length in his mouth as Shane shoots cum into his mouth and across his tongue.

It doesn't taste good, but he can see the appeal of swallowing when he does it while making eye contact with Shane, and his eyes widen and he lets out a shocked breath. "Fuck, Hayd…"

Before Hayden can respond or react in any possible way, Ilya is leaning down and grabbing him by his shirt, smashing their lips together roughly, and oh.

That's new.

Ilya Rozanov is…a frustratingly good kisser. Hayden melts into the kiss as Ilya licks aggressively into his mouth, their teeth clacking together once and making them both wince. It's so different from his kiss with Shane, so much more domineering.

Hayden doesn't hate it.

Ilya's rough, but caring. He nips at Hayden's bottom lip, but runs his tongue over the bite to soothe it afterwards. He's grabbing Hayden by his shirt, not his hair, though Hayden doesn't think he'd mind the other way, either.

He tastes good, too. A little like vodka, and Hayden wonders if he drank at all before he arrived, or if he's just that Russian.

When they separate, they both pant hotly into each other's mouths, eyes wide and seemingly shocked at what they've both just experienced.

"Holy fuck."

The two of them look to Shane at the same time, and Hayden at least is surprised to see him already rock hard again. Like the sight of the two of them kissing was enough for him to get it up again even after just coming.

Shane's blush, which had faded a bit in the time since his orgasm, returns full force as he looks down at his own dick before looking back to the pair of them. "It was—You guys are hot, okay?"

Ilya just laughs, really laughs, head thrown back and everything, before pecking Shane on the lips, making the other smile bashfully. "Such a pervert, moy zaychik."

Hayden, still on the floor on his knees, blinks at the two of them curiously. Ilya had used that word earlier when talking to Shane, too, hadn't he? Zaychik. "What does that word mean?" He asks.

Shane closes his eyes and sighs while Ilya grins brightly. Ilya looks to Shane and hums. "Do you want to tell him, or should I?"

Shane shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair, looking shy. "Um, basically. It means bunny, and he calls me that because I'm…"

Shane trails off, pressing his lips together and looking back and forth between Hayden and Ilya. Eventually, Ilya rolls his eyes and gestures towards Shane. "I call him bunny because Shane is always wanting to fuck like rabbits. And he eats rabbit food."

Hayden's mouth drops open as he stares at his friend. Shane? He always assumed Ilya was the one trying to jump his bones at every opportunity, not Shane. "But I thought—"

"Yes, yes, everyone thinks I am the slut in this relationship," Ilya sighs, waving a hand dismissively. "It is understandable, but really it is me always trying to keep up with Shane. Stiff breeze can get him going."

"Oh my god, okay, Ilya! Hayden doesn't need to hear about all this," Shane says, clearly embarrassed but still hard.

"Mm, maybe, but you like being a embarrassed, moy lyubimyy," Ilya purrs, dragging a finger up Shane's cock.

Before either of them can react, Ilya slips both his hands around Shane's cock, sliding some kind of apparatus around his length and making Shane gasp. When Ilya removes his hands, Hayden's eyes widen and his mouth drops open. Holy shit.

There's a silicone ring around the base of Shane's cock connected to another wrapped under his balls. A cock ring. Holy shit.

"Holy shit," he says, dumbly, unable to form any other thoughts in his mind.

"Now we can make sure you last for us, hm?" Ilya smirks, stroking Shane's inner thigh. The other man breathes out unevenly and nods jerkily, licking his lips. "Uh huh."

Ilya looks to Hayden, that same smirk still in place, now directed towards him. "Hayden, take off your clothes so we can get Shane ready for us. You don't want to make him wait, do you?"

Hayden. Ilya called him Hayden, and that's making him feel a type of way he never expected Ilya Rozanov to be making him feel. He's going to not focus on that too much, for the time being. Future Hayden problem, again.

Hayden stands up quickly, crossing his arms over his body to quickly rip his shirt off—

Ilya snorts. "Eager, are you?"

Hayden's dick twitches in his pants. "Shut up, dude," he groans as he finishes pulling down his pants before dropping his boxers.

It hits him, then, that he's standing in front of Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov with his nearly fully hard dick out, and he blushes bright red in the dimly lit room.

Neither of them seem to have any reservations about it thought, both of them shamelessly staring down at his crotch. Ilya tilts his head and hums, almost sounding approving. "Not bad, better than I expected."

He smiles when Hayden's dick twitches at his words. "Really?" He asks. "That was barely even a compliment." Before Hayden can open his mouth to respond, Ilya shifts on the bed, pulling his shirt off.

Ilya is…Jesus. Hayden works out, sure, but there must be something in the cottage water because both Shane and Ilya are just on a different level. The muscle on these men, just in their natural state, is ridiculous. Ilya, like Shane, is built like a God, and it's definitely doing something for him.

Hayden shakes his head, realizing he's been missing some of the things Ilya's been saying to Shane. He focuses back on the present, on the two of them.

"Lay back, and let us take care of you, hm? We will make sure you feel very good, even if Pike is terrible at fucking you."

"Hey!" Hayden protests, crawling onto the soft bed and situating himself in front of Shane as the other man scoots back and spreads his legs slightly. "My wife was very happy the times I got her pregnant, I'll have you know."

Instead of arguing back, like Hayden expects him to, instead Ilya moves across the bed to him, looking his naked body up and down before looking into his eyes. "Mm, yes," Ilya brushes a finger under Hayden's chin. "I'm sure your hips are very strong, you will fuck him good, won't you?" Ilya practically purrs, and all Hayden can do in response is nod dumbly.

Fuck. Ilya talking to him like that…fuck. Fucking fuck, Ilya is actually so fucking hot and so effortlessly good in bed and Hayden can't even complain because his cock is completely rock fucking hard now. Fuck. He's so screwed.

Ilya holds out a bottle of lube to Hayden, and he swallows thickly as he takes it. He looks down at Shane spread out on the bed, and his cock twitches at the sight of him. His body is flushed, his brown nipples hardened into stiff peaks. Hayden watches as Ilya slips a pillow under Shane's hips and the laid out man bends his knees and plants his feet on the mattress, spreading his legs widely and exposing Shane's hole.

Fuck, his hole. It's…weirdly pretty, honestly. He thought he might struggle at this part, the idea of fucking a man in the ass, but…all he feels is excitement. Anticipation.

Hayden clicks open the lube bottle and squeezes a small amount onto his fingers.

Ilya clicks his tongue. "More than that. Shane likes to be wet, yes?"

Shane grumbles something, but doesn't disagree. Hayden squeezes more onto his fingers and shuts the bottle, setting it off to the side as he rubs the lube between his fingers, warming it with his skin the way he thinks he's supposed to.

He's never really used lube, at least not for a long time. Jackie…is very productive, to put it simply. Very.

Clearing his throat, Hayden reaches down and starts to carefully rub Shane's hole, careful not to press too hard so his fingers won't go in too soon, or anything like that. Shane's breath hitches, and Hayden pulls his fingers back out of reflex. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, just," Shane smiles bashfully. "Kind of weird, still, having you do this. Not in a bad way, though."

Hayden snorts a little, shaking his head. "Kind of weird to be touching your asshole. Not in a bad way, though."

The two of them giggle a little, and Ilya rolls his eyes off to the side as he watches them. "I am having sex with losers," he complains, but there's no heat in his voice and he can't completely tamp down the small smile that forms on his face.

Hayden, one hand on Shane's knee to spread it a little more, goes back to focusing on Shane's hole, rubbing the lube around his rim and trying to relax the muscle a bit more. He tries to remember what he read with Jackie in preparation for all of this. He thinks Shane should be ready for his fingers, now.

"Can I push one in?" He asks, checking with Shane. Better to get an experts opinion, after all. When Shane offers a shaky nod in reply, he looks back down to his hole and carefully presses his index finger to the puckered rim.

He pushes it in slowly, careful not to move too fast and risk hurting Shane. Ilya watches diligently from the side, and him being readily available if something goes wrong is strangely comforting to Hayden.

Shane is hot inside. Hot and soft, not all that different from how Jackie feels when he fingers her pussy. He groans a little at the thought of that heat around his dick, and mentally prays Ilya plans on letting him fuck Shane. God, please.

He thrusts the finger in and out slowly, gently, keeping an eye on Shane's facial expressions as he does to check on his comfort. He can't imagine it feels good yet, but the little crease between Shane's eyebrows suggests it just might. It makes him a little curious, in all honesty. He wonders if Shane ever tops…

Anyway. Back to the task at hand.

"You can add another," Ilya adds after a minute or two.

Hayden furrows his eyebrows. "Are you sure?"

Ilya looks over Shane, nodding in approval. "Yes, he likes it to hurt a little bit, don't you, zaychik?"

Shane bites his lip and looks down at Hayden when he nods, and Hayden gulps thickly. Okay. Okay.

He's a little impressed, honestly. More than a little. Ilya is so in tune with Shane's needs, both in and out of the bedroom, but it's more evident here. More obvious. He's so good at reading the other and knowing where he's at mentally.

"You're good at that," Hayden admits as he works in a second finger, starting to speed up his thrusts just the slightest bit.

"At what?" Ilya asks, tilting his head.

Hayden shrugs. "Just, understanding him, like this. Or just in general. You're good at it."

Ilya hums, a smirk working onto his face. It's less mean than his usual ones, though. More…almost proud, Hayden wants to say. "Thank you, Hayden."

"…You're welcome, Ilya." His first name feels weird to say, given how little he's actually said it, but not as weird as Hayden would have expected.

Both men are unaware of how much Shane is getting off on them getting along, graciously not noticing how his cock gets harder at the civility of their words.

Eventually, Hayden works three fingers in and out of Shane's hole. He jolts and moans when he pushes the third in and crooks his fingers, and Hayden pauses. "Was that—?"

Shane stutters a little as h tries to get his words out. "My prostate, yeah, fuck, do that again, please?"

Hayden is weak to his best friend, and he obeys immediately. He pulls his fingers out partly before pressing them black in and curling them, watching raptly as Shane squirms and whines from the stimulation. His eyes slip shut and his head falls back against the pillow.

There's movement in the corner of his eye, and Hayden's gaze is drawn to it. He licks his lips when he realizes it's Ilya, rubbing himself over his sweatpants and staring at Shane's face, breathing heavily through his mouth.

He looks ridiculously good. A part of Hayden wants to get his mouth on Ilya, next.

"He looks good, doesn't he?"

Hayden jolts, blanching, thinking he's been caught in the act. "What?" He squeaks out.

Ilya, still not looking away from Shane, nods in his husband's direction. "Stuffed full. He looks good, yes?"

"Yeah, fuck, he does," Hayden breathes out, his eyes flicking between both Shane and Ilya. "He looks really good."

He doesn't know which man he's talking about in that moment.

"You want to fuck him?" Ilya asks, raising an eyebrow and finally looking towards Hayden. He seems surprised to already find the other staring back at him.

"Fuck," Hayden's eyes go a little fuzzy as the blood rushes to his exposed cock, his length jutting up against his stomach. "Yes, yeah, wanna fuck Shane. Can I?"

Ilya lets out a sound like a purr, smiling approvingly at Hayden. "Mmm, asking, good. You can, after me."

Hayden watches as Ilya gets up from the bed, staring him down cockily as he pulls down his pants and boxers in one smooth movement, not too fast, but not too slow, either, and fuck.

He's not as thick as Shane, but he's just long enough where Hayden can visually tell he's longer than his husband. Fuck. He licks his lips.

Arching an eyebrow, Ilya stalks closer until he's by the edge of the bed. He puts a hand on the back of Hayden's head. "You want to taste?"

Hayden's eyes flick back and forth between Ilya's eyes and his cock, debating on if he wants to debauch himself like this, open himself up to years of jokes if he says yes. He finds that he does, or more specifically, he doesn't care all that much. He wants to taste Ilya. He nods his head, looking into Ilya's eyes.

"Fuck," Ilya groans.

Hayden, fingers still inside Shane, keeps eye contact with Ilya as the other man pushes his head forward and down. His cock rubs against Hayden's face first before it finds it's way to his mouth, and he moans, his eyes rolling back.

He stays still, overwhelmed at feeling Shane's hole clench around his fingers as Ilya's cock fills his mouth. Thankfully, Ilya takes over for him, holding his head in place as he starts to thrust in and out of Hayden's mouth. Hayden moans around his length, and Ilya hisses out something in Russian.

"That's it, get me wet for my husband's hole, good boy," Ilya growls out, and Hayden melts, moaning louder than before.

"Mm, you like that? I thought you would, so much like moy zaychik."

Some part of Hayden reels at the words, but it's washed away quickly enough, buried beneath the hot shame and arousal that's mixing in his gut, making him drip down onto the bed sheets underneath him.

It feels wrong to like this, to like the way Ilya is talking to him, but for some reason that only makes it hotter. Jackie never talks to him like this, their sex is always sweet and loving, sometimes a little kinky, but they've never really experimented with talking down to each other. Maybe they should have, if it gets Hayden going this much.

Shane whines from Hayden's left, and Ilya slows his thrusts to pay attention to his husband.

Ilya clicks his tongue. "Keep moving your fingers, Hayden. Shane is very needy, you have to keep giving him attention or else he'll jump the first cock he sees," Ilya says mockingly, and Hayden can tell from the way Shane clenches and the sound he makes that he likes the meanness of it all. Fuck, that's hot.

Hayden starts moving his fingers again, thankful he doesn't have to focus on bobbing his head, too. He doesn't think he's coordinated enough for that.

Ilya resumes his previous pace with fucking Hayden's mouth. "But I think you are a bit like that, too, no?" Ilya tilts his head. "You were so eager to suck off my husband, and eager again to get your mouth around my dick. Yes, so much like moy zaychik…"

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fucking fuck. Oh God. He's so fucking hard.

Ilya's being careful with his word choice, trying not to push too far, but he wants Ilya to keep pushing, to keep getting meaner and meaner and mock him, which is fucking crazy considering the way he usually hates how Ilya treats him, but right now all he wants is just that. He wants Ilya to be an asshole.

Ilya pulls out completely eventually, holding Hayden up by his hair so he doesn't fall forward. Hayden sits himself up and licks the drool off his lips. Ilya hums and brushes a finger under his chin again, pecking him on the lips.

"Go over by Shane, I'll tell you what to do after."

Hayden clears his throat and nods, crawling over to lay beside Shane. He feels off-kilter, hazy in a different way than he's felt before during sex. He smiles bashfully at Shane as he gets comfortable. "Hi," he says, greeting his friend.

Shane smiles back widely, his pupils wide and dilated and looking how Hayden feels, maybe a bit more on the extreme side than he is, though. "Hey, Hayd," he says.

Shane reaches up with one arm, wrapping a hand around the back of Hayden's neck and dragging him down. Hayden is all too happy to oblige as he realizes what Shane wants, and he kisses him deeply, letting out a soft sigh as their lips meet.

There's a quiet groan after a minute, and the two of them separate to look down Shane's body between his legs, taking in the sight of Ilya jerking his cock at them kissing. Fuck, that was going inside of Shane.

"You take that?" Hayden breathes, asking Shane while not looking away from Ilya's cock.

Shane hums and nods, shifting slightly to angle his ass up more, giving Ilya better access to his hole. "Yeah," he sighs, eyes fluttering shut as Ilya rubs the head of his dick against Shane's puckered rim.

Hayden watches them both, eyes torn between staring at Ilya's cock sliding into Shane's hole and Shane's face as it pushes into him, the pure bliss written across his expression as his husband enters him.

Shane looks gorgeous as Ilya starts to thrust in and out of him at a steady pace, moans starting to fall from his lips. "Fuck, Ilya, right there, yes," he pleads. Hayden wraps a hand around his own cock, stroking himself and taking the pre-cum leaking from his slit to slick up the movement.

"You like watching him?" Ilya asks, grabbing Shane's thighs and spreading them wider to press even deeper inside of him. Hayden nods silently, at a loss for words at how good the two of them look together, like they were made for each other.

"Play with his nipples, he likes that," Ilya instructs him, and Hayden perks up at being given a clear order. Hayden uses his hand, still slick from the lube he used to open Shane on his fingers, and starts to play with one of Shane's nipple. Rubbing and tweaking the hard, brown nub experimentally.

Shane really reacts then, his head arching back and mouth falling open as he moans loudly. Hayden throbs in his other hand.

Ilya's face scrunches up together. "Fuck, so tight when he does that," Ilya grunts, speeding up hips thrusts. "You like when Hayden touches your tits, hm?"

Shane gasps and nods frantically, his eyes glassy when he finally opens them and looks down at Ilya. "Yuh—Yeah, feels so good, fuck, Ilya—"

"Such a good boy, taking my cock so well—"

Shane practically sobs and arches his back off the bed. "Wanna come, Ilya, wanna come, please, let me come, please, please," Shane begs.

Hayden looks down at Shane's cock and winces in sympathy. it's flushed red and soaking wet, bobbing and twitching with every thrust into his hole.

"No coming, not yet. Hayden still hasn't had his turn with you yet, remember?" A dark smile forms on Ilya's face, and he tilts his head. "Though, maybe I'll touch your cock if you tell Hayden what we did the night I told you about his little idea."

Wait, what?

Shane groans and shakes his head. "N-No, can't, too embarrassing," Shane pants.

Ilya clicks his tongue and shrugs, continuing to fuck Shane. "I guess you'll have to only get my cock then, and not my hand too."

Hayden looks between the both of them, dying to hear what Ilya is talking about. He licks his lips and decides to give something a try.

Hayden takes his hands off both his cock and Shane's nipple, flipping over so he's on his knees leaning over his best friend. He grabs Shane's chin between his fingers and angles his head towards him. "Please, Shane? Come on, I wanna know. Just tell me, and then Ilya will touch your cock and make you feel so good, buddy. Don't you want that?"

Shane whines and nods desperately, his eyes flicking between Hayden and Ilya behind him. "I—Yeah, want that, want it so bad. We—We had sex, talking about you."

Hayden's breath hitches. What?

"Ilya fucked me, and made me—made me imagine it was you, made me admit how long I've wanted you like this, fuck!" Shane cuts himself off when Ilya wraps a hand around his cock, stroking furiously.

"Tell him how long, zaychik."

"Fuck, years, oh fuck, Ilya, Hayden!" Shane moans loudly.

Hayden thinks his ears are ringing. He's not really sure. He thinks he's having an out of body experience right now. Without really any input from his brain, his body moves on autopilot, leaning down and kissing Shane roughly, licking into his mouth and biting his bottom lip in a way that makes him moan against Hayden's lips.

Hayden uses both hands now to torment Shane's nipples, flicking and pinching them harder than he was before, making Shane's chest arch up into his touch and breath heavily against his mouth.

"Wanted you, too, for years," Hayden slurs into Shane's neck, feeling drunk off the confession that's twisting his insides hotly and sending all the blood in his body straight to his dick.

"Fuck, Hayden, mmhm," Shane bites his lip as he moans, his eyebrows pulling together.

Hayden looks behind him as Shane makes the sound, and his mouth drops open at the sight that he finds.

Ilya, panting heavily, chest heaving, slowly pulls out of Shane, and all three of them groan at the way Ilya's cum leaks out of Shane's hole right onto Ilya's dick. They groan again when Ilya fucks it back into him. Ilya looks up from the mesmerizing sight to look at Hayden.

"You ready to fuck him?"

Hayden moves so fast he gets lightheaded and Ilya has to steady him. They move so Hayden is positioned between Shane's legs in front of his red, puffy hole and Ilya is on his knees next to them. After a moment, though, Ilya moves behind Hayden, and Hayden tenses a little bit. Ilya's cock is right against his ass. His cock should not get harder at that fact, but it definitely does.

Ilya places a hand on Hayden's hip and reaches around with the other, bottle of lube in hand. He squeezes out more lube onto Hayden's cock before clicking the bottle shut and tossing it. He strokes it into Hayden's cock and Hayden can't help but to lean back against the other man, moaning lowly and practically going limp as his head falls back against Ilya's shoulder.

"Mm, can't go in with just my cum, can you?" Ilya purrs into his ear and fuck. Hayden feels hypnotized by both the man's touch and his voice, the two working to make him feel like a blushing virgin who has no idea what he's doing.

Ilya holds the base of Hayden's cock and uses his hips to push Hayden's forward. Hayden moans as it pushes Ilya's cock harder against his ass, the slickness still on his dick making it slip between his cheeks.

"Oops," Ilya says casually, shifting his hips back and making Hayden whine. "No, none of that tonight, I'm afraid. Next time, I will fuck you like I fuck moy lyubimyy, yes?"

Hayden grumbles, shaking his head to try and clear the fog that's fallen over him. "I don't think I'm gonna last long," he mumbles as he presses his tip against Shane's hole and his tip practically drools pre-cum from the contact alone.

"Is okay, just focus on feeling good. Shane won't last long either once I free his pretty cock."

Hayden nods shakily, his eyes flicking up from Shane's hole to look into his eyes. "You ready?" As Hayden talks to Shane, Ilya moves from behind him to crawl beside Shane.

Shane bobs his head up and down eagerly, pushing his ass out towards Hayden. "Yeah. Fuck me?" He asks, and how can Hayden deny him when he asks so sweetly?

Hayden tilts forward, pressing his cock against Shane's rim until it slips inside of his hole. The two of them let out twin moans as Hayden slowly pushes inside until his crotch is flush with Shane's ass cheeks.

Hayden Pike is not a religious man, by any means. He doesn't exactly believe in any one higher power, but he doesn't not believe in any higher powers, either.

Hayden thinks he sees God entering Shane Hollander's ass.

He's just…so tight. Still, even after being fucked open by both Hayden's fingers and Ilya's cock, Shane's hole grips Hayden's shaft like a vice.

"Holy fuck, you're inside of me. Oh my god," Shane breathes. The two of them let out twin laughs, slightly in awe of the current situation. Hayden moans when the laughter makes Shane clench around his cock, his hips twitching forwards and making his tip bump up against something that makes Shane keen.

"Mm, is he touching your prostate, zaychik?" Ilya asks, brushing a hand through Shane's hair and the other man nods and whines out a "Mhm," and starts grinding his ass back against Hayden's crotch.

"Oh, fuck," Hayden hisses, leaning forward and putting his hands against the bed. He starts to slowly thrust in and out of the hot, wet, tight hole wrapped around his length. "You feel so fucking good, holy shit."

He watches, enraptured, as his hips pull back and his cock comes out partway, his shaft slicked with lube and Ilya's cum, and as his hips push forward, shoving it all back into Shane's asshole and filling him back up again until he hits that spot inside of Shane again and he moans out loud.

"You like fucking my cum into my husband, Hayden?" Ilya asks, voice smug.

"Oh my god," Hayden gasps out.

Because yeah, he does. The idea that all he gets is Shane's used hole, that all he gets is Ilya's sloppy seconds, it makes him hot down to his bones. He picks up the pace of his thrusts, an embarrassing whine falling from his lips.

There's a muffled sound from up the bed, and Hayden drags his eyes away from where he's fucking Shane to look up. Shane lays there, eyes half open and hazy as Ilya feeds his cock into his mouth, starting to slowly fuck his face as Ilya looks down at him, breathing out heavily through his mouth.

God, the look on Shane's face. The glassy, cross-eyed, downright blissful expression on Shane's face as Hayden fucks his ass and his husband fucks his mouth is beautiful. Like he can't get enough of being filled on both ends.

Hayden thinks back to what Ilya said earlier, that Shane likes to be praised and complimented, and decides to play into that more. Shane deserves to be told how perfect he looks.

"Fuck, Shane, take us so well," he pants out. "You look so fucking perfect, you're so tight, damn," he hisses as Shane clenches around him again, muffled moans falling from him as Ilya keeps shallowly fucking his mouth.

"He's right, zaychik," Ilya agrees. "You take us perfectly, such a greedy little bunny, aren't you?"

Shane bobs his head eagerly, making Ilya groan at the movement.

They go on like that for longer than Hayden had expected, the two men complimenting and praising Shane with sweet words as he lies there and just takes it like he was meant to do this. They've finally found something they can agree on, and that's Shane.

Eventually, though, it becomes clear that all three of them are close to cumming, one of them more than the other two.

Ilya's cock pops out of Shane's mouth, and Ilya uses the spit covering his length to jerk himself off and use his free hand to pull Shane's head back. "Are you ready? Do you want to come?"

Shane nods, tears falling down the side of his face as he sniffles. Little ah's and uh's fall from his lips as Hayden keeps fucking him rapidly. "Y-Yes, need to come, please, cock hurts, please, please, please let me come,"

Ilya grins, letting go of Shane's hair and nodding towards Hayden. "Ah, ah. Do not beg me, bunny. Beg your good friend Hayden, hm? Let him hear what you sound like when you're so desperate to come you don't care what a slut you sound like."

Oh, fuck.

Shane turns his shining eyes and tear covered face to him, licking his drool slicked lips as he does. "Hayd, Hayd please, tell him to let me come, I need to come, please, please take it off, been so good, haven't I? Gonna come so good, promise, just get it off, please, let me come, let me come!"

It takes everything in Hayden not to come right that second, biting his lips so hard he tastes blood to try and hold back his orgasm as best he can. He nods his head as fast as he can, wanting to come with Shane and knowing he doesn't have long left in him. "Yes, yes, yes, Ilya, take it off, let him come, I'm so fucking close."

Within seconds of Ilya slipping the cock ring off of Shane's cock and balls, the two of them come nearly instantly together. Shane's hips twitch and arch up as he practically screams, rope after rope of cum shooting out of his angry looking cock.

Hayden fairs much the same, pressing balls deep as he feels his sack draw up, his cock jerking inside of Shane as he pumps his best friend full of his cum. He pulls out slowly, jaw dropping as he watches the mix of his and Ilya's cum drip out sluggishly.

A few seconds later, Ilya joins the two of them, his hand flying over his cock as he jerks himself to completion over Shane's stomach, shooting his load all over Shane's now limp cock, making the other man whine quietly. Ilya pants as he comes down from the high of his orgasm, clumsily crawling off the bed and standing.

Suddenly feeling a little light-headed, Hayden groans and crawls over to lie beside Shane, the other man breathing heavily from his mouth. The two of them are covered in sweat, and Shane is covered in cum, too, but Hayden feels surprisingly comfortable.

He turns his head to look at Shane and finds the other already looking back at him. They both giggle breathlessly, slightly delirious as they still come down from their respective orgasms.

They're quiet for a good minute, before Shane breaks that silence.

"Sorry," Shane says softly, blushing aggressively.

Hayden blinks at him. "Just what are you apologizing for, exactly?" He asks, incredulous. Because tonight has basically been the closest thing to perfect he could have imagined, even if a lot of what he felt he never could have expected to feel.

"I know we kind of agreed to keep things…not so kinky, and then I got a little carried away, and you didn't sign up for that—"

"Woah, hey, it's okay, buddy," Hayden holds up his hands placatingly before deciding the bite the bullet and pulling Shane in for a hug, ignore the mess the both of them are. "I really didn't mind, at all. I…I liked everything that happened tonight."

Maybe a little too much, his mind whispers to him. He tenses up.

"Ah, Shane has a tendency to get in his head after sex sometimes," Ilya says as he walks out of the bathroom, interrupting the thought process that had started in Hayden's mind. He hadn't even noticed the other man left.

"God forbid I want to make sure we didn't make Hayden uncomfortable," Shane gripes, but there's no real upset in his voice.

Ilya gives him a look, raising an eyebrow in concern when Hayden doesn't say anything for a moment, but Hayden just shakes his head and clears his throat. "Don't even worry, buddy. Everything was perfect."

"Good," Shane breathes in relief, pulling away to lay down as Ilya cleans him up, dragging a damp washcloth along his stomach and gently between his legs and over his cock. He looks to Hayden. "I really wanted to make tonight good for you."

Hayden just smiles. "It was good, promise."

It's not a lie, exactly, but now thanks to that errant thought, he's second guessing himself. Did he enjoy tonight too much?

It felt…fuck, it felt perfect, to be completely honest. As anxious as he was, Shane and Ilya made this such a great experience that he can't imagine it going any other way. He enjoyed it as much as he enjoys fucking Jackie.

And that's the problem, isn't it?

He shouldn't have liked it that much, should he have?

Sex has always been a sort of…weird subject, for Hayden. Before Jackie, he had slept with a few girls, and it had always felt…fine. He didn't really see what all the fuss was about, but he enjoyed the sex and it felt good, but it wasn't mind-blowing.

Sex with Jackie, though? That was mind-blowing. He doesn't even know what the difference was, just…everything felt so much more intense. It was perfect, she was perfect. He couldn't get enough of it, and that was evident by the number of children they have, honestly.

Sex with Shane and Ilya? It felt…amazing. Perfect, just like Jackie. He thought it would be good, but Jesus Christ.

Hayden jolts, pulled out of his mind as Ilya drags a different damp washcloth along his skin, cleaning him up. Ilya just offers him a soft smile as he does, not even chirping him for anything as he wipes him down.

Now, all he wants is to lie with the two men and feel their skin against his. He wants to hold Shane and comfort him, rub his arms and legs and feet the way he does after sex with Jackie. He wants to kiss him. He wants to kiss Ilya, too, he thinks.

That's weird, right? That's…too much, isn't it?

Maybe he's overthinking it. This was just sex.

He clears his throat once Ilya is done and moves to get up. Ilya holds out a hand as Hayden stands, swaying slightly on his legs. Once it's clear he won't fall over, he lowers his hand and turns to walk back toward the bathroom. Hayden blushes a little.

What the fuck.

He shakes his head, walking carefully over to where he left his things earlier, his legs still a little weak from how hard he was fucking Shane, and kneels as he reaches inside his bag to grab a pair of boxers and the sleep pants he had packed.

He ignores the pack of wet wipes he had brought, expecting to have to clean himself up, but…Ilya had taken care of that. Ilya had taken care of him.

He feels his face heat up at the thought. Get a hold of yourself.

Hayden pulls his boxers and dark, checkered sleep pants on. He grabs the clothes he had shucked off earlier on in the night while he's over there, stuffing them inside his bag before zipping it closed. He grabs his phone from the pocket on the side of the bag.

When he stands and turns back towards the bed across the room, his heart does a weird thing in his chest.

Ilya is there with Shane scooted over to the edge of the large bed, hands up in the air as Ilya slides a soft looking, worn t-shirt over Shane's head and pulls it down his body. He kneels on the ground and slips a pair of boxer briefs up his legs, helping him lift his hips when the fabric can't go any further.

It's…painfully domestic. And there's a weird feeling of…almost jealousy? But not quite. He doesn't know how to explain it. He wishes Ilya would have helped him get dressed, too.

And Hayden shouldn't be here, should he? Especially not if he's having conflicted feelings on…everything that happened tonight. He's being a bad friend. He's catching feelings after casual sex, oh my god. That's what's happening, isn't it?

"Hayd? You coming?" Shane asks, looking sleepy and cute and entirely too enticing. Ilya tilts his head at him, not unlike a dog, and after a minute rolls his eyes. As Shane moves to the middle of the bed, Ilya gets up from where he was kneeling on the floor and pulls on a pair of pants over his bare cock.

Then, he turns to Hayden and walks over. "Come on, Hayden," Ilya says, grabbing him by his arm and gently pulling him along towards the bed. Not that it takes much pulling, Hayden is a very moveable object in this scenario, even though he shouldn't be.

Ilya hits the lights before he crawls in behind Shane, wrapping an arm around his waist and practically purring as he buries his face in the back of his husband's neck.

Hayden places his phone on the nightstand on the empty side of the bed. He moves back the blanket and slides in front of Shane, facing his best friend. Shane smiles, looking soft and a little dazed still.

"Hi," he says, giggling softly. "Can I touch you?"

"Touch?" Hayden asks.

Ilya grunts from behind Shane. "Shanya is touchy after sex. Wants to cuddle and make out," he mumbles, sounding half asleep already.

Oh.

"Y-Yeah, you can touch me. I don't mind."

Shane makes a sleepy little yay sound, putting his arm around Hayden's waist and pulling him closer. Their fronts are pressed together, crotch to crotch, but somehow it doesn't feel sexual in the slightest. It feels…sweet. "Can I kiss you?"

Hayden swallows, praying Shane can't see how red he's turning. "You sure you wouldn't rather kiss your husband?"

Shane hums and shrugs, blinking slowly. "We made out a lil while you were getting dressed. Plus, I get to kiss him all the time. I'd rather kiss you right now, if that's okay?"

Hayden feels a little disappointed that he didn't get to see the two of them kiss. Shane is usually so reserved around him, not letting Ilya ever do more than just a peck. He wonders how much of that was because of Shane, and how much of that was because of the way Hayden would react sometimes, not knowing how to handle his attraction.

So, Hayden nods in the darkness.

Shane grins, and less than a second later there's a pair of soft lips pressing against his.

God. Kissing Shane is so nice, even like this. There's no real heat or hunger, not like before, it's just…comfortable, and sweet. Hayden sighs into the kiss, their lips smacking together rhythmically. Shane's thumb rubs the side of his hip, making him shiver slightly. Hayden hesitantly moves his own hand, resting it on Shane's side as they make out, enjoying the feeling of his skin under Hayden's fingers.

Another hand joins Hayden's, resting on top of his own and rubbing circles into the back of his palm. When Hayden blinks his eyes open, careful not to pull away from Shane, he's surprised to find it's Ilya's hand on top of his. Not holding his hand, but just…resting there. It's nice.

Shane pulls Hayden's attention back to the kiss when his tongue lazily licks into his mouth, making the two of them hum low in their chest as they taste each other.

Eventually, the little circles being rubbed into the back of Hayden's hand cease. Shane's lips get more and more limp until they're slack and unmoving against Hayden's own. The pair of men have fallen asleep.

Hayden pulls back from Shane, licking his lips and clearing his throat quietly. He stares at Shane for a good long while. The way his nose and the way it twitches while he sleeps sometimes, his long, pretty eyelashes. Ilya lays right behind him, face smushed into the back of his neck, some of his curls falling over his eye. They look beautiful, together.

…He's gonna try to sleep, now.

Hayden lies on his back in the darkness, staring at the ceiling as Shane and Ilya lie perfectly unconscious still, soundly asleep beside him. Shane's arm is draped across his stomach. He hasn't slept, yet, at all. He can't stop thinking, his mind won't stop running.

Breathing out deeply through his nose, Hayden slowly and carefully turns his body in order to slip out of Shane's hold. He feels a little bad when Shane's arm blindly searches for him in his sleep, but it isn't enough to wake him, thankfully.

He grabs his phone from the nightstand and sneaks out of the bedroom, tiptoeing down the stairs and blinking blearily at the soft lights as they hit his eyes after being so used to the darkness. He turns them up a little bit. He grabs a glass and fills it with water, leaning against the kitchen island.

He sighs heavily and rubs his face with both hands before unlocking his phone and making his way to his wife's contact. He hits call and holds it up to his ear, waiting as it rings. There's a click.

"Hayden?"

It's like the tension in his body rolls off of him from just the sound of her voice. He feels himself smiling softly. "Hey, Jacks."

There's some shuffling on the other end of the call, and he winces when he realizes he probably woke her from sleep. "Are you okay?" Jackie asks, worry coloring her voice. "I thought we were gonna talk when you got home in the morning."

That had been the plan, but…he needed to work his thoughts through someone, and Jackie always seemed to know what he was feeling before he did. She was so smart.

"I just…need to talk, I guess. I don't know. I feel…" He trails off, not even knowing where to begin. He hasn't even worked though it himself, really.

Jackie hums on the other end. "Start from the beginning, baby. How was tonight?"

He smiles bashfully, feeling his face heat a bit. "It was…really good, Jackie. Shane was, fuck, baby, it was better than I ever imagined. And Ilya was…he was really good to me. I kind of was worried he wouldn't be, but…he was."

Jackie let out a little hmph, which Hayden ignored for now. He takes a drink of his water.

"I…I feel like I liked it too much, Jacks. It felt too much like being with you. It shouldn't be like that, should it?"

"Oh, Hayden," Jackie says softly. "You trust them, don't you?"

"Well, of course I do. Even if—with Ilya, I know I can—" Hayden curses under his breath, rubbing his eyes with one hand. "I do, I trust them both."

"Do you love them?"

Hayden hesitates, not knowing how to respond.

"You can love more than one person, Hayd. It's okay."

"No, it's not that, I just—" Hayden groans, frustrated, running his hand through his hair and tugging at it. "I don't love them the way I love you, that's what's so confusing about it. I don't…it's more than friendship, but not quite how I feel about you. I don't know, Jacks."

Jackie lets out a sympathetic sound on the other end of the line.

"…It just feels like it came out of nowhere, this feeling with him."

"With Ilya?"

Hayden nods before he realizes she can't see him. "Yeah, yes, I don't…with Shane, I can understand it a little, at least. These feelings. But with Ilya…I don't understand them. I hated him before tonight. Or, I thought I did."

Jackie lets out another hmph.

"Okay, what is that sound about." Hayden asks, laughing a little despite his turbulent emotions, which he can guess was part of Jackie's goal.

"I just—!" She sighs into the phone. "I think maybe you haven't really hated him for a while, honestly."

"What?" Hayden's eyebrows screw together. "But, I have! He's been an ass to me!"

"But if you really hated him, would you leave him alone with the kids? Would you let him babysit them on his own, without Shane? Would you let him talk to me?"

"….Well, no…" Hayden grumbles, sighing. "I don't know, Jackie. I don't want to ruin things. Between any of us. I think…I love Shane, in some way. More than I thought I did. And…I think I could feel the same about Ilya someday, as weird as that sounds."

Jackie hums on the other end of the phone. "I think…I've thought you felt more than just attraction to Shane for awhile, honey. I just…it's not that I'm upset, please don't think that, but I worry about you. And them. And the kids."

Hayden swallows. "Yeah, I know. Me too. I'm scared."

"Oh, honey…" Jackie says softly, and he can practically feel the hug she wants to give him.

"What do you wanna do?" He asks, deciding he'll follow her lead for this. He doesn't know what to do, honestly. He needs her to take charge on this.

"Just…" she pauses, sighing on the other end. "Stay there for the night, you owe it to yourself and them to stay. We can all talk tomorrow about…everything else. Go get some sleep, love."

Despite the circumstances, a small smile forms on Hayden's face at the pet name. Jackie doesn't call him that often, but he secretly thinks it's his favorite. "Okay, honey," he replies softly.

"Goodnight," she says. "And Hayden?"

"Yeah, Jacks?"

"I love you, always."

"…I love you, too, Jackie. Always."

There's a moment of silence before she hangs up, and Hayden sighs as he brings his phone down from his ear and stares at the dark screen. He's feels better. A little lighter, maybe, like his thoughts won't suffocate him when he goes back to bed with Ilya and Shane.

He knew talking to his wife would make him feel better. Maybe—

"Hayden."

Hayden jumps about a foot into the air, nearly dropping his phone at how bad the voice behind him startles him. When he turns, he places his hand over his heart and glares at Ilya. "Jesus fucking Christ, Ilya!" He hisses, making sure to keep his voice quiet so he doesn't wake Shane upstairs.

Ilya looks off to the side, sheepish. Hayden freezes. He's never seen Ilya Rozanov sheepish.

Oh, hell.

"How much did you overhear?" Hayden asks, a sinking feeling in his stomach.

Ilya purses his lips and shrugs, scratching the back of his neck. "Enough, I think."

Hayden screws his eyes shut, breathing out harshly through his nose. God, this is the worst possible way for this to happen. Ilya's gonna kick him out, isn't he? When he opens his eyes, Ilya is looking him up and down. Fuck it, he'll beat him to it.

"I'll get my things," Hayden says, walking to get his bag upstairs. As he goes to pass Ilya, however, the other man grabs him by the arm and holds him in place, not letting him move. Goddammit, he's gonna get his ass beat, isn't he?

"Let me go, Rozanov."

"Oh, so is back to Rozanov, now? I only get first name privileges when you are fucking my husband?"

Fuck. Hayden sets his jaw and looks down at the floor. He hears Ilya audibly swallow.

"You will stay, because if Shane wakes up with you gone he will blame himself and get in his head that he did something wrong, and that is not fair to him."

Hayden scoffs, feeling his eyes sting childishly. Of course. He should…he should stay, for Shane. Not because Ilya gives a shit.

Ilya jerks his arm closer, forcing Hayden to look at him. "Let me finish, Pike."

Hayden keeps staring at the floor angrily, but stays still and silent.

Ilya's hand loosens slightly, but he doesn't let go completely. He clears his throat. "Fuck, this is a mess." He drags his other hand across his face.

"No fucking shit," Hayden says under his breath, feeling a bit of self-loathing fill his gut at being the cause of said mess.

"God, would you—" Ilya makes a frustrated sound, letting go of Hayden and putting his face in his hands, huffing loudly. Hayden looks at Ilya, slightly shocked to see the man so frazzled. He's never seen Ilya like that. He licks his lips and takes a step closer to the other man.

"Ilya, I'm sorry—"

"No, do not apologize." Ilya sighs, dropping his hands limply and looking to him. "I do not blame you, for feeling how you do. I am not even surprised, honestly. Shane is…Shane. But you do not feel that way about me. You may think you do, but you don't."

Hayden's eyebrows furrow together and he recoils. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You think I have not been through this before, with other people? We fuck and they think they want more with me, and then they get more and it's not what they think. It is just the sex, Hayden. Your mind is stuck on it and you think it is more than it is. It's not."

Hayden gets angry for a different reason, then, and recoils, shaking his head. "No, fuck you, man. I know what I'm fucking feeling. I'm not saying I'm in love with you, but it's…I'm feeling something, okay? You think I don't know you? Maybe I don't, but I want to. Fuck."

He throws his hands up and turns away, pacing back and forth along the kitchen and putting his head in his hands. God. This is so fucking embarrassing. It's like thinking the stripper is in love with you after one lap dance. Even if Hayden thinks he's feeling one way about Ilya, there's no chance in hell that Ilya would ever feel that, too.

Fuck. He needs to stop thinking like this before he works himself into a panic attack, or something. He needs to be honest, as hard as that is sometimes with Ilya.

"It's scary, okay?" Hayden says, voice shaking. "I love Jackie, and my kids, more than anything. You think I want to fuck that up?" Hayden laughs, scoffing. "You think I wanna fuck up you and Shane? I don't! I don't…I don't understand what I'm feeling, but it's more than friendship, towards both of you."

Hayden sighs. "It's not…I'm not going to lie, I don't feel the same way about Shane that I feel about Jackie, I don't think I can love anyone like I love Jackie. But it's…different than I feel about…I don't know, J.J., or any of my other friends. It's more."

Ilya stares at him for a moment, looking pained before turning away and running a hand through his hair, putting his other hand on his hip. "Fuck," he mutters.

Hayden stands there, crossing his arms as Ilya clearly works through something in his mind, pacing back and forth slowly. He looks to Hayden occasionally before his eyes dart away again.

"Fine. Okay." Ilya puts his head in both of his hands for a second, taking a breath before dropping his arms and looking to Hayden. "I am sorry."

Hayden blinks at him at in shock. He doesn't think he's ever heard Ilya Rozanov apologize to him. "Um." Hayden clears his throat. "It's okay. I can't imagine this situation is…easy to navigate."

Ilya snorts, looking off to the side. "Yeah, not exactly." He turns back to Hayden, looking him up and down. "So. You told Jackie? She is…okay with this?"

"Yeah, she—" Hayden pauses, shrugging. "She seems to understand, more than I thought she would, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised at this point," he huffs out a laugh, smiling at his wife's acceptance of the situation. "She just wants us all to talk. Figure everything out, together."

Ilya nods, pursing his lips. "Jackie is a good wife. You are a good husband."

Hayden blushes a little. "Yeah, well, you're not too bad yourself, you know. Considering I'm basically saying I want you guys."

Ilya smirks. "Well, is only natural. We are very desirable."

Hayden rolls his eyes and chuckles. "Fuck off," he says, but without any of his usual animosity.

Things are quiet for a minute. Hayden fidgets, slightly uncomfortable as Ilya just stares at him. He takes the glass he filled with water earlier and drinks the rest of it quickly before walking over to the sink and putting it on the side Shane prefers for dirty dishes. Hayden walks back to the middle of the kitchen, crossing his arms.

"So…"

He trails off as Ilya walks forward, making Hayden walk backwards until he runs into the kitchen counter. Hayden swallows, pulse hammering under his skin. "Um, what are you doing?" He asks.

Ilya shrugs, the picture perfect definition of casual. Like he's not suddenly three inches from Hayden's face. Hayden licks his lips, and Ilya's gaze drifts down to the action. He smirks minutely for just a moment before his face levels out again.

"I noticed earlier…me and Shane came twice, but you only came once." Ilya tilts his head to the side, looking straight into Hayden's eyes. "I could even the score. If you want."

Hayden pauses, considering. "What about Shane?"

Because he wants it, God, does he want it, but he wasn't about to betray his best friend and sleep with his husband without him knowing. Fuck that.

Ilya smirks fully now. "Shane is upstairs, or maybe around the corner, probably jerking off to the idea. We talked about it before I came downstairs."

Hayden stands up straight at the mention of Shane possibly watching them, and he goes to turn his head and look to see if the other man is standing in the doorway of the kitchen, but before he can Ilya grabs his face with one hand, keeping his face turned forwards and his eyes on Ilya's stern face.

"Don't pay attention to where he might be, pay attention to me, hm?"

Hayden stares at him with wide eyes, but he nods. Ilya smiles. "Good."

"You prepped tonight, with your wife, yes?"

Hayden's eyebrows furrow. "How did you know that?"

Ilya looks up, thinking. "Mmm, I meant it when I said you and Shane were similar. Always trying to prepare for everything, aren't you? I assumed you would, and now you proved me right." Ilya shrugs. "Or maybe you are just a slut who wants to get fucked in the ass, I don't know."

Hayden glares as best he can with his face still held tightly in Ilya's hand. "Fuck you!"

"Ah, no," Ilya says, doing a swirling motion with his other hand. "Other way around, actually."

"Oh my god," Hayden pulls his head out of Ilya's grip and runs a hand down his face. "I don't even want you to fuck me anymore, get off."

Ilya presses closer, then. He nudges his leg between Hayden's and presses right against his hard on, making him gasp as he crowds Hayden right against the kitchen island, the counter digging into his hip.

"You say that, but your cock is still hard. You like when I am an asshole, don't you?"

"Of course I fucking don't—" he starts to say, but is interrupted by Ilya quickly.

"Hayden." Ilya says simply, but sternly. "No lying, no denying. If you say no, I am going to step away and the only thing we will be doing is sleeping. Which we can do, but I don't think this is what you really want. Is it?"

Hayden stares into Ilya's eyes, running his tongue over his teeth in his mouth. Fuck. Why is this so hard? Why is it only ever hard with Ilya?

"…No, it's not what I really want," he confesses through gritted teeth. His dick throbs in his pants.

A lazy, easy smile spreads across Ilya's face. "Good boy. Do you want me to be mean to you? You can just nod, if that would be easier."

Hayden hesitates before nodding his head once. He does.

Ilya nods in response, moving his leg away from Hayden's crotch and letting go of his face. He takes a few steps back until his ass runs into the counter behind him, putting both hands on the expensive countertop and spreading his legs ever so slightly.

He nods down to the floor. "Get on your knees and suck my cock."

Hayden's jaw drops. "What?"

Ilya gives him a look, raising an eyebrow and frowning slightly. "I'm sorry, are you deaf, in addition to being stupid? Do I have to do it for you?" Ilya rolls his eyes before he leans forward and grabs Hayden's arm, pulling him closer before pushing him down onto his knees.

Ilya grasps Hayden by his hair and tilts his head back slightly before pushes him forward into his bulge, rubbing it against his face. Hayden can't stop the moan that falls from his lips or the way his eyes flutter at the treatment.

"There you go, pretty little slut made for sucking cock. Feels better to be like this, no?"

Hayden nods his head as best he can with Ilya's grip on his hair, eyes watering a little at the sting as Hayden starts to clumsily mouth at the tent in Ilya's pants. He recalls that Ilya didn't put on any underwear earlier, and he thinks he feels his cock leak into the fabric of his underwear. Fuck.

"Ah, you get your mouth near a cock and all the fight goes out of you, is that how it works, Hayden? What happened to your complaining?" Ilya asks, his tone mocking.

Hayden's eyebrows pull together as something hot raises in his chest in response to Ilya's words. "Fuck you," he mumbles against the fabric in his mouth, but it doesn't exactly come out clearly.

(Un?)fortunately, Ilya seems to get the gist of what Hayden was trying to say. He pulls Hayden back by his hair, making him cry out, an angry look on his face. "Sorry, what did you say? You want to say it again to me?"

Hayden's eyes widen, panicked. His brain scrambling, Hayden says the first thing that pops into his mind.

"I said fuck me," he blurts, mouth open and closing as he stumbles over the words he just said to Ilya Rozanov. Ilya looks a little surprised, too, in all honesty.

Fuck, might as well full send it, right?

Hayden swallows and licks his lips, leaning forward to mouth at Ilya's crotch again as the other man stares down at him in surprise, the other taking advantage of the momentary pause in confidence Ilya's experiencing.

"Fuck me," he says again. "You're right, I'm prepped. Fuck me."

Hayden is barely able to get the last sentence before Ilya is lifting Hayden from his knees onto his feet and spinning him, bending him over so fast he has to put his hands out to stop his face from smashing into the stone of the countertop. Ilya rips down both Hayden's boxers and pants in one movement, making him gasp as his hard cock and asshole are suddenly exposed to the air.

He's never been in this position before, bent over with his ass out, and it feels extremely vulnerable. How the hell does Shane do this all the time?

Ilya starts rubbing his hand up and down Hayden's spine though, which actually helps a lot. Hayden furrows his eyebrows as he hears a drawer open and then a bunch of rummaging, then the familiar click of a cap.

They keep lube in the kitchen???

Hayden doesn't have much time to dwell on the implications of that fact, because the next second he's hissing as cold lube is rubbed against his hole, so different from the way his wife had gently stroked the outside of his rim before he had come over to the Hollander-Rozanov house.

Ilya is far from gentle. He rubs the pad of his index finger roughly against Hayden's asshole, making his hips try to pull away and his cock twitch. The first finger slips in easily, but there's a slight burn that's enough to have a "Fuck!" blurt out of Hayden's mouth.

"What, too much for you? Can't take a little bit of rough treatment, Hayden?" Ilya asks sarcastically. "I didn't know you were such a whiny whore."

At the same time, Ilya pushes in a second finger. The combination of the words and the burn make Hayden's mouth drop open, his vision darkening around the edges as an embarrassing noise comes from his throat. He's so hard it hurts, and not just from the way his erection is trapped between his body and the counter.

"Is that what you are, hmm? Are you a whiny whore, Hayden?" Ilya asks, voice as causal as anything as he starts to thrust his fingers in and out of Hayden's hole quickly. His other hand squeezes Hayden's ass cheek roughly. "Answer me, kotik."

"Fuh—uck, yes, fuck, yes," Hayden pants, jolting with every movement of Ilya's fingers in his ass as they start to press against his prostate. His eyes roll back as he gives up trying to stay upright, lying his head and upper body down on the counter. That same dazed feeling he felt earlier starts to creep up over his mind once again, and he doesn't have it in him to fight it.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I'm a whiny whore, shit!"

"Mmm, good boy," Ilya purrs, rewarding Hayden with a third finger. "It is good to know what you are, very important to keep you in line. Maybe we should get your wife to watch next time so she knows the truth about you, yes?"

Oh fuck. Hayden might genuinely pass out. Jackie watching him get fucked within an inch of his life by Ilya Rozanov, watching him get called a whiny whore and talked down to all while he's clearly loving it. It would be humiliating.

It would be so fucking hot.

He wonders if Jackie would talk to him like Ilya does. He thinks she would, if he asked. She's never shied away from anything they've done before.

Ilya suddenly pulls his fingers out of Hayden, and he whines before he can realize the sound he's making.

"God, shut up," Ilya complains. "I'm going to stick my fucking cock in you, alright?"

A thrill runs up Hayden's spine at that. He's going to get fucked. Ilya Rozanov is going to fuck him. "Fuck, please," he slurs out, and Ilya laughs meanly behind him.

"I said I was going to, didn't I? And yet you still beg for me. Cute."

Ilya leans forward, reaching around to grab Hayden by the front of his neck and lifting his body so they're pressed together, his back to Ilya's chest, his head leaning back slightly. Ilya mouths at his neck as he presses his slick cock head against the rim of Hayden's ass, making him moan loudly.

His jaw drops open silently as Ilya, slowly, pushes into his hole inch by inch. Fuck, it hurts, but it hurts so good. The stretch and burn spreads through his body pleasantly as Ilya moves deeper and deeper into him, his eyes rolling back and going lidded until Hayden feels Ilya's crotch press against his ass. He's fully inside.

Ilya gives one thrust, still moving at a glacial pace, and a high pitched noise is punched out of Hayden's throat.

"You really are like a kotik, aren't you? Definitely mewl like one."

Hayden has no idea what that means, is barely aware of what Ilya even just said, but he nods nonetheless, his mind racing with jumbled thoughts as he tries to think through the fog in his head. Ilya's thrusts start to pick up the pace rapidly, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing in the kitchen.

It feels so fucking amazing. He feels like a whore. He thinks he's drooling. It's perfect.

Ilya hums, turning Hayden's head to move his mouth up from Hayden's neck to Hayden's lips, kissing him. It's wet and messy and uncoordinated, Hayden feeling too out of it to reciprocate properly, but he tries his best. He smiles when Ilya moans lowly into his mouth.

Ilya pulls back and licks his lips, his eyes dark as he stares at Hayden's absolutely gone expression. "Do you want to see something?"

Hayden blinks blearily and nods, wanting anything Ilya will give him.

Ilya grabs his chin and turns it to the left towards the doorway of the kitchen, and Hayden's breath hitches.

Shane stands there, leaning against the wall with his eyes wide and a hand down his pants and moving rapidly under the fabric. His face and body is flushed red, his eyes glassy like he's been jerking off for a while. Like he's been watching for a while.

Hayden whines loudly. "Fuck," he mewls. "Shane, oh fuck, Shane," he pants heavily, trying to get words out but he can't say anything more than his friend's name, body and mind overwhelmed as Ilya somehow moves his hips even harder, pounding into his hole.

"Hayden," Shane says, letting out a breathy moan.

"He's been watching this whole time, kotik," Ilya confirms, keeping Hayden's face turned towards Shane. "Getting off on how pretty you look taking my cock. I think he likes when we get along." Ilya smirks. "You want him to join us?"

Hayden nods as best he can, bobbing his head frantically. He wants to touch Shane, wants to kiss him again. Wants to have his cock in his mouth. "Fuck, yes, pluh—please, want him."

Ilya presses a kiss to Hayden's cheek before nodding Shane over. The speed of his thrusts slow to a soft grind. "Come, moya lyubov."

Shane pulls his hand out of his pants and scurries over, looking the both of them up and down and swallowing thickly. "Where do you want me?"

Ilya hums lowly, thinking. "Get on your knees on the island. Take out your pretty cock for us, give Hayden something to do with his mouth."

"Please," Hayden begs without thinking, his mouth watering automatically.

Shane nods and quickly drops his pants and boxers to the kitchen floor before climbing on top of the counter. Ilya pushes Hayden back down so he's leaning on the island on his elbows. Shane sits back on his knees, cock glistening obscenely and bobbing right in front of Hayden's face. Hayden licks his lips, practically going cross-eyed as he looks at Shane's length.

He leans forward, nosing at the base of Shane's shaft and making the other man gasp and whine as he mouths at his balls. Hayden didn't get to explore very much earlier, so he's taking his chance now.

He inhales deeply at Shane's skin, loving the smell of him this close, so potent and strong. Pre-cum smears against his cheek as he rubs his face against Shane's cock and he hums lowly as Shane's hand finds it's way to his hair, settling there comfortably, not gripping, more like guiding him.

Eventually, Hayden makes his way back up to the head of Shane's dick, taking it into his mouth and suckling on his tip, moaning at the taste. As he works his way down slowly, Ilya's thrusts start to speed back up again with every inch he manages to take further down his throat, making him moan occasionally around Shane's length.

He tries to bob his head, but he keeps getting distracted with Ilya fucking into him from behind. He looks up at Shane with his mouth wide open desperately, whining.

"Fuck his mouth, zaychik. He needs the help."

Shane curses under his breath. "Is that what you want, Hayd? Need me to do it for you?"

Hayden nods as best he can, and he groans as he feels Shane's grip on his hair tighten.

Shane uses his grip to keep Hayden's head in place as best he can while Ilya fucks him, and Shane starts to roll his hips, pushing his cock in and out of Hayden's warm, wet mouth. Hayden starts to feel drool drip down his lips and chin after a minute, spit being pushed out by Shane's thick cock on his tongue.

His eyes start to water as both Ilya and Shane pick up their paces, getting closer ass they practically use Hayden.

"Fuck, so good, Hayd, your mouth is so good," Shane pants, head falling back.

"Your hole is sucking me in, fuck, you wanted this so badly before, didn't you?" Ilya breathes heavily, hands spreading Hayden's cheeks to stare at his cock as it moves in and out of him.

All Hayden can do is take what they give him, embarrassing noises coming for his mouth as Shane fucks his face and he moans and whines loudly.

It maybe a few minutes later when Hayden starts to notice the way the bottom of his stomach tightens, like he's about to come even though nobody has even looked at his cock yet. He's never come hands free before, and he's a little in awe that he might now.

He moans and tries to speak around Shane's cock in his mouth, but he can't get anything of note out around the length down his throat. Thankfully, Ilya seems to understand.

"You going to come already, Hayden?" Ilya asks, and Hayden does his best to nod his head.

"Mmm, me too, close, shit," Shane slurs. Hayden groans, heart flipping at the idea of getting to taste Shane's cum again. He wants to taste the proof of the pleasure he's given the other man, even if it doesn't really taste all that good.

"Both of you, hold it. Don't come until I do, yes? Be good boys for me."

Shane and Hayden moan at the same time. Yes, yes, he wants to be a good boy.

Shane grips around the base of his cock to hold off his own orgasm even as he keeps fucking his dick into Hayden's open mouth. Shane curses and squeezes his eyes shut, like he can't even look at Hayden unless he wants to burst.

Hayden doesn't feel very sexy. There's more drool dripping down his chin, and he thinks there are tears dripping down his cheeks from how much Shane's cock head has been hitting the back of his throat. His nose started running at some point, too.

"Fuck, Ilya," Shane whines, voice shaking like he can barely hold himself back from coming.

"I know, I know," Ilya pants, his thrusts picking up speed once again as he gets closer and closer. "Almost, just—fuck, fuck!" Ilya presses balls deep into Hayden suddenly. "Come, fuck, both of you, come."

It's like Ilya's permission is the trigger for Hayden's orgasm. Instantly, it rolls over him like a damn bursting as cum shoots from his cock as Shane gasps finally as he, too, comes and fills Hayden's mouth with his release.

Hayden chokes and coughs a little as he tries to swallow as much as he can, sucking it off of his friend's length as he slowly pulls out of Hayden's mouth. Hayden's mouth hangs open, jaw sore as he tries to breath. Ilya carefully removes his own cock from Hayden's hole right after, and Hayden whines at the feeling of emptiness as his hole clenches around nothing.

Hayden pants heavily as he comes down from his orgasm. He lets Ilya move his body, turning him and lifting him so he sits on the counter. He leans back against Shane, the other putting his arm around Hayden and kissing the top of his head. Hayden smiles sleepily.

A mix of that floaty feeling and genuine exhaustion weighing down on his body and mind, he's only vaguely aware of his surroundings as Ilya uses a damp, warm washcloth to clean off his face, cock, and hole. His eyes slip shut at some point, and he thinks he genuinely falls asleep for a few moments.

When he next wakes up, he blinks his eyes open to find himself in Ilya's arms, the other man carrying him up the stairs behind Shane as they all head back to their bedroom. He makes a questioning sound, and Ilya shushes him softly.

"Do not worry, Hayden. Just going to sleep, everything is okay, kotik."

Hayden hum sleepily, nuzzling against Ilya's chest. "What's that mean? Co-tick?"

Ilya snorts and Shane giggles quietly as they walk into the bedroom. "I'm calling you kitty. You are like a temperamental little cat, no? Mewl like one and nuzzle like one, too. Very cute."

Shane climbs into bed first, pulling the blankets back for Ilya to lie Hayden on his back and climb in beside him. Hayden's face scrunches together for a second. "No, 'm not," he mumbles. He's not cute. He's…a big strong hockey player. Yeah.

"Whatever you say, Hayd," Shane says, amused. Hayden just huffs.

Both men lay and arm over him, and he hums as he gets comfortable. This is nice. It's silent for a few moments until Shane speaks up.

"…Do you feel better?" Shane asks quietly in the darkness.

Hayden thinks. He's a little sore, but physically fine. His concerns from earlier feel far from his mind like this, wrapped in the arms of the men he…feels something for. His wife still loves him. They'll all talk tomorrow, and things will figure themselves out. He doesn't feel as worried, anymore.

So, he nods. "Yeah. Not scared anymore." Hayden yawns suddenly, mouth opening widely and eyes watering. "Love you, buddy," he slurs out sleepily, on the verge of passing out.

Shane chuckles. "Love you, too, Hayd. Goodnight."

"Night," Hayden says before turning his head in the vague direction of where Ilya is beside him, not able to see very clearly in the dark. "Night, Ilya."

He hears Ilya huff out a laugh. "Goodnight, Hayden."

Things aren't perfect, yet, but they're as perfect as they can be given the circumstances. Hayden feels more secure, and he hopes Shane and Ilya do a little bit, too. As Hayden feels himself start to drift off, he finds himself…almost excited, for the possibility of more times like this. Of falling asleep with these men more. Of exploring himself, with the support of his perfect wife.

Hayden falls asleep with a smile on his face.