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“Hey Hollander! Hollander, make sure none of these cheaters cheat, okay?” Ilya’s voice snapped Shane back to the present moment, he had been zoning out, enjoying the warm Floridian sun while Rozanov entertained a gaggle of children at the pool. Shane had insisted to himself that he wasn’t at the poolside to watch Ilya get soaking wet without a shirt in sight, but there was that devious little part of his soul that knew he was full of shit.
“Okay.” Shane replied with a small thumbs up while he continued to observe Ilya goof off with the kids. As he watched Ilya pretend to be attacked by a shark that way the kids would all win their little made up competition, he felt a pang deep within himself.
Damn, Ilya Rozanov is great with kids.
That thought had stuck with Shane ever since it had popped in his mind, it followed him like a puppy, through the All Stars game, through his injury, through watching Scott Hunter change the hockey scene forever, and all throughout the first summer at the cottage with Ilya. Always with him, nibbling at the back of his mind, never front and center- but always there.
It was just one of those things he didn’t acknowledge, mainly because it didn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things, so his secret boyfriend was great with kids, cool. What good did that do Shane? He didn’t have nieces or nephews to babysit, and Ilya had practically disowned himself from whatever family he had left back in Russia. Kids were something Shane never thought about beyond holding Hayden’s newest baby.
That was until there was news among the team, one of the newer guys, Chris, his wife would be having a baby by the end of the season, his sixth kid, and Chris was only twenty-four.
“Jesus man, do you ever give Alana a break?” JJ asked as he clapped his teammate on the back. “I mean, Hayden isn’t even popping them out this quick!” That comment was received with a smack to the back of JJ’s head from Hayden, who offered his congratudolences to both Chris and his wife.
“It’s not me, trust and believe I’m getting snipped over the summer.” Chris insisted, raising his hands in mock surrender. “We have Irish triplets at this damn point, she’s the one pouncing on me!”
“Oh boo-hoo look at me, I’m Chris Lafferty, I have a super horny wife that loves having my kids!” JJ mocked with a stupid grin on his face. “Imagine complaining about that, I mean seriously.”
“Lay off it JJ,” Hayden piped up as he came to give Chris his congrats for his family. Shane was able to act as if he had tuned out what Hayden had said when he was turned towards Chris. “Listen man, I think I’m going to steal your idea- I don’t know if I can do five.”
“No it’s not for the weak- especially with our work schedules. But I gotta be honest, there’s something fucking sexy about it- don’t tell anyone but she’s always begging for another, especially when we’re-” and that was where Shane stopped listening. He never liked generic locker room talk about fucking women, but that wasn’t his main reason for shutting the conversation out from his ears. Shane stopped listening because after what had been too long, that eager puppy of an idea had suddenly grown into a goddamn wolf that was currently humping every available surface in his brain. Ilya Rozanov is really fucking great with kids.
Just as Shane had thought his hyperfixation on Ilya as a father would come to rule his mind, he was distracted by the intensity of playoffs, then it was about nursing his wounds when the Metros were taken out of the running, then it was about making sure the cottage would be good for Ilya to come home to. He had been so anxious to make sure Ilya would enjoy his first full summer with Shane that any ideas of what they could possibly get up to disappeared as he stressed himself sick over the house.
“Shane you’re fussing over this place like a nesting mother, I’m sure Ilya will enjoy his time here.” Yuna had said as she watched her son pace his kitchen as he triple checked his mental checklist to make sure everything was done and ready. Her words had been the first thing to actually stop Shane in his tracks.
“What did you call me?” He asked, borderline flabbergasted as he watched his mother smile to herself.
“I didn’t call you anything sweetheart, I said you were acting like a nesting mother.” She mused, “You’re acting like I was when I was pregnant with you, you should ask your father, I would wake him up at three in the morning because I couldn’t stop pacing in your nursery.”
And in a split second the clawing thought of kids, and pregnancy, and Shane collided in his brain and Shane felt his face get hot. His mother continued to talk about how she was just teasing, and that he needed to calm down, but all Shane could think of was… well it was nothing sane that was for damn sure.
Yuna had taken her leave after telling Shane to take a breath and remember to feed himself, and while he was glad he had been left to process his anxiety without any unwanted interventions, that also meant his brain had no moral stop signs left to keep it from wandering.
Shane was damn near red in the face as he stood in front of the full length mirror in his bedroom, with his shirt off, staring at his own body. Usually he tried to avoid doing that during his off season, without the intensive rigor of hockey, he tended to bulk up just a bit before the off-season training began. Sure he was still muscular and toned, but there was a noticeable padding to his abdomen that always melted off once he started his regimen up again. Every other time he had seen that hint of pudge in the past it had sent him down a spiral that was damn near impossible to climb out of, but now? Now he wasn’t worrying about his weight or his appearance, he was imagining himself heavy with child. With Ilya’s child.
It was so wrong, and Shane knew that. He was a man, he had a dick and no uterus to speak of, he couldn’t realistically get pregnant. It was stupid to imagine himself swollen with a baby, but biological impossibility be damned, he couldn’t deny the heat in his face, and in his gut.
Gingerly he brought a hand to his stomach, he turned to the side, biting his lower lip as he continued to allow his mind to run. What would it even be like? He had heard horror stories from Jackie and Hayden, the morning sickness, the swollen feet, the nose spreading, the mood-swings, the cravings, the back pain. But that wasn’t what his mind focused on, instead of the gross or painful things, he was focused on the nice parts.
Ilya was already possessive and protective, if Shane was carrying his baby? God the idea almost made him swoon. Shane wouldn’t be able to play hockey, which nearly killed the fantasy right there, but then he imagined himself in Ilya’s arms, with the Russian’s strong hands resting on the swell of his stomach. Babies kicked when they got to a certain point, he wondered what it would feel like if this imaginary child kicked right where Ilya’s hand would rest. If the child would recognize the touch of their father.
He had to stop, Shane realized that as soon as he felt his cock throb in his pants. This wasn’t a normal thing to think of- to fantasize about. He couldn’t tell anyone about it, especially not Ilya. The last thing he needed was to give Ilya any desires for children, because he was more than able to go and make that a reality with someone who was most definitely not Shane. The arousal had died and left Shane feeling sick, and just like that the thought was forced into the back of his mind, hopefully to be forgotten for good.
Yuna had been right, the second Ilya had passed through the front doors to the cottage he had a relaxed smile on his face that made Shane feel warm. The feeling of Ilya being happy erased any anxiety within Shane’s mind, and once again the thought he had forced himself to lock away had disappeared from his mind. He was more occupied with his boyfriend, and his boyfriend was quick to pounce on Shane, which gave him a whole new distraction.
Their first day wasn’t like the year prior, rather than being unable to control themselves, the physical affection they had with clothes on seemed to be enough to keep their desires at bay, at least while the sun was up.
“Alana is pregnant again, baby number six.” Shane explained from the stove as he worked on dinner for that night. He heard Ilya whistle in response, and it made Shane glance over his shoulder.
“Six is crazy…” Ilya started before pausing, “But who is Alana? Friend of Rose?” and that was when Shane had recognized that itch in the back of his mind again, now with Ilya right in front of him.
“What? No- no she’s Chris’ wife,” he started, only to be met with Ilya shooting him a ‘and who is that?’ look. “Chris Lafferty, one of our goaltenders, got traded two seasons ago. He’s tall, kinda tough looking.”
“I do not know of this Chris Lafferty, but he is going to hell for what he has done to his wife.” Ilya replied with a cocky grin. “Is he trying to breed his own hockey team?”
“No, he’s getting a vasectomy this summer, apparently his wife is into it” Shane explained, although he wasn’t a fan of how his mouth had run dry.
“Into it? Like turned on?” Ilya asked, amused. Shane chose to look back towards the stove, he hadn’t meant for the conversation to turn into this. “More power to her then- I believe that is the saying to use.”
The tension eased from Shane’s shoulders in a way he hoped Ilya hadn’t noticed when he recognized his boyfriend was not immediately put off. Not that he had any intention of saying anything. He had a very private, embarrassing, nasty thought, and it would stay in his mind, just for him to try and forget about.
Dinner went off without issues, Ilya helped Shane clean up and then they were on the couch cuddled up, watching a movie Rose had insisted Shane watch. It wasn’t great, which was why Shane figured she had wanted him to watch it, but that wasn’t all that bad. He had Ilya holding him close, occasionally pressing soft kisses to his head. It was so domestic, to the point where it was beginning to feed into what Shane had finally, in that moment, decided to call ‘the beast’.
His logical brain chalked it up to him desiring the innate need for most humans to settle down. He and Ilya had been sleeping together for years, and they had been aware of their love for each other for, albeit a much shorter time, but they had been there regardless if either of them had properly acknowledged what it was. It was normal to want to solidify their domestic life, although that would be a challenge given the secrecy of their relationship.
“C’mon, I am tired of this movie.” Ilya whispered, with a husk in his voice that made Shane smile to himself as he allowed his boyfriend to guide him up off the couch and into the bedroom.
From the couch to the bed was a blur for Shane, but the haze was cleared when Ilya went to open Shane’s side drawer for lube and condoms before letting out an awkward hiss.
“What?” Shane asked, eyes tracking to the drawer from where he was seated on the bed. In Ilya’s hands he had a new bottle of lube and an empty box of condoms. Shane thought back to days before, when he had been worrying himself sick. He had forgotten to restock on fucking condoms.
“Is no problem,” Ilya muttered with a shrug before tossing the lube onto the bed and the box in the garbage. That sentence went straight to the beast in Shane’s mind. Never had they ever had sex raw before. Even thinking about it. Raw. It felt filthy and forbidden, like something saved for married couples and risky pornstars. It also felt filthy because, as he could hear in his mind, no protection meant there was a chance to have Ilya come inside him… Knock him up, just as he had been fiending for in silence. Shane was so aroused by the idea of being pumped full of Ilya’s come, he hadn’t even attempted to silence the beast, nor had he noticed that Ilya was not joining him on the bed.
Shane’s head snapped up as he focused on Ilya, who was not on top of him like he was craving, rather he was digging through his suitcase, before making a small ‘aha’ and tossing a box of unopened condoms onto the bed.
“Figured it wouldn’t hurt.” Ilya mused, proud of himself for finally being the one who thought ahead. He had been so taken by his pride that he hadn’t even noticed the way Shane deflated every so slightly. Not enough to be noticeable, at least that’s what Shane told himself.
“Smart man.” Shane offered in praise, feeling the beast gnashing its fangs in anguish at the idea being stifled once again. “Now take your fucking clothes off and fuck me.”
Shane couldn’t be too upset at Ilya using a condom, it made clean-up easier, which was good because the last thing Shane wanted to deal with after coming off of a high was cleaning up a mess. One too many times had he dirtied his sheets with spend, which left him overstimulated whenever his skin grazed the sticky patch he had created. It was enough with his own, he could only imagine the way Ilya’s come being added to the mess would irk him.Once again, his logical brain prevailed over the beast, although it had been a narrow, borderline bittersweet victory.
Ilya was quick to prep Shane, most likely because he had been made to wait for what he was so obviously craving for this very moment. By the time prep-work was done, Shane was already whining for Ilya to fuck him, to fill him, to breed him. Well… He didn’t say that last part, but it was hard to pretend that wasn’t what his thoughts were screaming.
“Easy Shane, easy easy easy.” Ilya cooed, although his tone was anything but tender. Slowly he pressed his cock into Shane, with one hand hooked under Shane’s knee, forcing his leg up to his chest while the other locked around Ilya’s waist. “Patience is a virtue.”
Shane would have called bullshit, but he was preoccupied with letting out an obscene noise as Ilya bottomed out. He felt so full already, it was almost enough to keep his mind from running. Once Ilya had started to move though? The beast was as good as mute.
“Oh fuck, Ilya- fuck…” Shane moaned as he felt Ilya ram right against his prostate, it was a feeling no one would be able to match, he was certain. His back arched up from the mattress, only to be forced right back down as Ilya slammed back inside him. Damn near ten years of this and Shane was still just as hooked as he had been the first time. He wanted Ilya in every way possible, even in the ways he literally couldn’t have.
If Ilya was aware of Shane’s internal dialogue, he was doing a damn good job at hiding it. He seemed solely focused on impaling his boyfriend on his cock, and Shane had to admit, he was doing a damn good fucking job at that. Each thrust pulled another desperate noise from Shane’s mouth, with him barely lucid as Ilya approached his peak.
“Fu- uck Ilya… Fuck me- fuck…” The words spilled from Shane’s mouth with little thought from him, he was so submerged in his own pleasure, in Ilya’s pleasure, he couldn’t even comprehend logic. He had always been prone to being dick drunk, it had happened every time Ilya fucked him senseless, it had happened when he had imagined Ilya bending him over as he worked himself open on a dildo, fuck even his little nothing hookups that had happened between him being with Ilya. If Shane Hollander was getting fucked well enough, he’d be absolutely brainless by the end of it.
“Gonna. Fuck.” Ilya growled, as his grip on Shane’s leg tightened. God Shane hoped he would bruise, he loved being marked by Ilya, especially during the season. It was tricky in terms of love bites, but no one would say a thing about bruises elsewhere, not in their line of work at least. “Gonna come- Fuck Shane.”
“In… Inside!” Shane managed to wail out, his hand reaching to grasp at any part of Ilya that was easily accessible. Without a logical brain to protect him, the beast had more room to make its desires known. “Fuckin’ come inside me Ilya… Fuck me… Wanna- oh God I wanna-” he whined, both fully aware and fully careless to how close he was coming to exposing himself.
Ilya let out a growl that sent electricity throughout Shane’s body, and sure as shit, Ilya was determined to give Shane what he wanted. It didn’t take long, with Ilya coming hard with a breathless groan, all while Shane damn near convulsed against the mattress, coming hard and untouched before fully going limp against the bed.
He watched through blurry vision as Ilya took in deep, desperate breaths before slowly easing out of Shane. All the man could do was watch as Ilya discarded the condom, which had remained intact despite Shane’s secretive hoping. He hadn’t even realized the whine he had let out as he mourned the loss until he focused back on Ilya, who had started to tend to him.
“I’m going to get you a washcloth, yes?” Ilya murmured before pressing a kiss to Shane’s temple, “You were wonderful Shane, always wonderful.” Shane took in a shaky breath as he heard Ilya walk to the en suite. He forced himself to lay still on the bed in an attempt to settle himself as fast as possible. His mind was still fuzzy and fucked out, which only made the emptiness he felt worse. Slowly his hand came to his abdomen, the beast whined in his mind, being robbed of the one thing it wanted- the one thing Shane wanted.
When Ilya came back into the room, Shane was still without the wherewithal to pull his hand away from his stomach, or to fix his face, to hide the sadness behind his eyes. It was obvious by the fact that Ilya was slow to be beside him, slowly dragging the dampened cloth across Shane’s abdomen, nudging his hand out of the way.
“Are you alright?” Ilya asked, voice a whisper as he continued to wipe Shane down. He knew Shane’s limits well, and he was great at knowing when Shane was on his way towards a drop, although they hadn’t really done much that would have put Shane in a space he could have dropped out of.
“Yeah, m’ fine.” Shane managed as he forced himself to relax into the bed. “Just tired.” He kept his eyes closed because he knew Ilya was most likely wearing a look that screamed ‘you’re lying to me and I know it’.
“Okay.” Ilya’s response came slowly, dripping with a tone that matched exactly what Shane had expected. Ilya hadn’t believed him, but he also wasn’t pressing Shane for more information. He finished cleaning up Shane, and himself in relative silence after that, and despite Shane knowing that Ilya knew he had been dishonest, he was still showered in soft kisses and affection after Ilya had tossed the washcloth into the hamper.
When Ilya cuddled up behind him in bed, one of his hands rested on Shane’s stomach, which caused a pang through Shane’s body. It wasn’t solely the beast anymore, Shane had to admit that to himself. As disgusted and ashamed as he was with himself for being so aroused by something like that, he couldn’t hide how badly he wanted to have Ilya’s baby, how badly he wanted to give himself over to the Russian, to build a family with him, to love him to the point where biology didn’t matter anymore. He didn’t dare speak it though, because as much as he was aroused, and ashamed, fear was the strongest emotion coursing through him.
After that night, there wasn’t a rift between them, it felt like maybe Ilya hadn’t been as observant as Shane had thought he had been. They had woken up early, Ilya had made breakfast while Shane showered, and after they had both eaten, they made their way out to Shane’s home gym. The sound of music was enough to keep the pair from conversation, which Shane wasn’t sure if he appreciated or not.
After their morning workout, Shane made a small joke about how he really should have waited to shower, which Ilya snorted at without contributing anything to the conversation. Okay so maybe there was a small rift between them, which only made the cold feeling in Shane’s gut get worse.
It wasn’t until later in the day that Ilya finally caught Shane by the wrist and pulled him into a hug, with Shane’s back pressed against Ilya’s chest as the Russian seemingly admired the view from Shane’s living room windows.
“I think we should follow the same rules from last year.” Ilya started, with no tonal difference that Shane could have ever picked up on.
“The rules from last year?” Shane repeated, for a moment his heart sank- was this Ilya attempting to put them back into situationship terms? God that would fucking kill him.
“Yes, I think we need to say what we mean- be honest.” Ilya replied, which did little to comfort Shane, given that the dread he held simply shifted from one issue to the other. “You are not being honest with me.”
“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Shane mumbled, grateful that he was facing away from Ilya. It was harder to lie when the Russian was staring him down, with the ability to grab him by his chin and send him into eager submission.
“I think you do.” Ilya replied, still without any tone to his voice, as if he was reading from a script with no direction. “You have been different, why do you lie?”
“It’s stupid,” Shane finally admitted, “It isn’t anything you need to worry about Il-” Shane let out a gasp as his deflection was interrupted by Ilya shoving him against the window and forcibly turning him around, face to face.
“I decide what I need to worry about Shane.” Shane crumpled immediately against the window, because now, despite the lack of tone, he could see the fire in Ilya’s eyes, the anger, the fear, the disappointment. He was upset with Shane, disappointed in him, and he was completely right to. “Tell me what is wrong. I will fix it.”
“It-” Shane bit the inside of his cheek he could feel his eyes growing glossy from the shame of lying to Ilya alone. He was supposed to be the one person he could be fully honest and vulnerable with and yet, this thing he was hung up on felt like it was too much. He couldn’t be honest about it. “It’s gross Ilya- I don’t… I can’t.”
“You will.” Ilya stated, it wasn’t a push back or a retort. It was Ilya giving him an order. “You will tell me because I do not like being lied to, vozlyublenniy.” It took too much effort for Shane to avoid letting out a gasp at Ilya’s use of the pet name, it wasn’t intended to be endearing, it felt like it was being thrown in his face, it stung like a slap to the face- Shane would have preferred being slapped.
“I- I want something I can’t have… Because it’s wrong, and gross, and impossible.” Shane managed to choke out, unable to stop his eyes from filling with tears. “It’s gross Ilya- I shouldn’t want it so bad. I don’t- I don’t want you to think I’m gross- I’m,” Shane let out a sob, finally unable to maintain his composure. “I’m sorry I lied I just-”
“Stop, stop this.” Ilya replied, voice softening as his hand came to cradle Shane’s face. “Do not talk about yourself like that, talk to me. I don’t think you are gross Shane, is not possible.” Shane couldn’t help but shake as the sobs came over him, with him pressing his face into Ilya’s palm, desperate for comfort that Ilya was more than willing to provide.
They moved from the window to the couch quickly, with Ilya pulling Shane onto his lap, holding him close as he comforted Shane through the worst of his moment. So much shame flooded his body, shame for what he wanted, shame for lying about it, shame about being caught in the lie, shame for breaking down over something so stupid.
“What is this so-called gross, impossible thing you want?” Ilya asked softly after Shane’s sobbing had subsided. “Tell me, please. Let me help you.”
“It’s weird.” Shane muttered in reply, pulling back slightly from Ilya to look him in the face. “It’s really weird Ilya… I- fuck it’s so stupid.”
“Weirder than fucking your arch-rival in hockey for years behind closed doors?” Ilya questioned, his lips quirking at the corners in an effort to bring levity to the situation.
“Yes…” Shane sighed out before deciding to stop the pity party he was throwing for himself in his mind. “I want… god damnit, I want to give you a baby.” It sounded so foolish and clunky leaving his lips, and that reflected in Ilya’s amused expression.
“Give me a baby? As a gift? Do they have baby stores in Canada now?” Ilya was an asshole, he couldn’t help it, and the humor was needed in a way Shane would never admit.
“No not like that- I… I want to have your baby. Not like settling down and starting a family, not like adopting a kid. I want to make you a father… I want you to come inside me, and get me pregnant, and I want to have your baby.” Shane felt like an idiot as he watched the gears in Ilya’s head turn. “But that’s impossible and stupid, and gross because I can’t get pregnant, and even if I could, I wouldn’t be able to with hockey, and it shouldn’t fucking turn me on as much as it does.”
“Not impossible.” Ilya finally spoke, which snapped Shane out of his miserable funk. “How can it be impossible when we never tried?”
“Ilya- you know that isn’t-” Shane was interrupted by Ilya clicking his tongue and shaking his head.
“No, is not impossible, could be very possible actually, we just need to try- yes?” Ilya looked at Shane with that crooked grin Shane came to adore. “We can start now- I will take you right here, no protection. I pump you full and we keep trying until it takes. Is that what you want?”
“Oh fuck me.” Shane muttered as he allowed Ilya to tear his clothes off and flip him onto his stomach, face buried in the couch cushions.
“You do not have to ask twice.” Ilya replied before wrenching Shane’s sweats off his body, tossing them off to the side. “You never have to ask me to do this- ever.” Ilya continued, as he treated Shane’s underwear the same as he had his sweats. “Beg me? Maybe sometimes, but this? No, you never have to ask.”
Shane moaned against the couch when he felt Ilya’s tongue against his hole. He had gone through such a whirlwind of emotions that he could barely even register the pleasure for the first few moments. He needed Ilya more than he needed water, more than he needed air.
Ilya should have drawn the prep out, Shane knew that, a punishment for lying, but from the way he was moving, it seemed like punishment would be saved for later. This was clearly much more important for Ilya.
When Shane felt Ilya press against him, he couldn’t help but let out a soft groan. Yes he had been prepped, but no amount of spit could make taking a cock Ilya’s size easier than it would have been with lube. Maybe he should start keeping an emergency bottle in the side table drawer, for emergencies like this. No- immediately no, someone would find it and then-
Ilya began to push inside Shane and the feeling immediately brought him up out of his burgeoning mental spiral. There was a burn, which Shane attributed to the lack of lube, but the pain melted into warmth before Shane even had the chance to grow uncomfortable. In that moment he could recognize that he wanted Ilya’s cock more than he wanted comfort, and he was lucky enough to have a man that craved the same thing, with the same intensity.
It didn’t take much before Ilya began to move, fucking Shane rough into the couch. His calloused hands gripped the flesh of Shane’s ass tightly, like Shane would slip out from under him if he let go. One hand migrated up to the middle of Shane’s back, keeping him pressed down with his ass up, ready to be bred.
“Fuck Shane,” Ilya hissed before bringing his hand down across Shane’s ass before going right back to gripping his flesh. “How long have you wanted this?” He asked, voice low and lustful, which pulled a desperate noise out of Shane.
“Fuck- since…. Oh god.” Shane struggled, and he loved to struggle like this. “Since the All-Stars Game… in- fuck… Tampa.” The admission took a weight off Shane’s chest, although he didn’t really have time to appreciate it given how Ilya was fucking him senseless.
The admission seemed to do something to Ilya though, especially when he did the math about how long Shane had been wanting this. He let out a breathy laugh before the grip on Shane’s hips tightened even further.
“We will bring champions into this world, with our genetics.” Ilya damn near growled before continuing his rough pace, fucking Shane so hard that he was practically bouncing on the couch. “The Hollander-Rozanov name will go down in history, I can see the headlines now.” His words echoed around Shane’s head as he struggled to keep himself sane.
If they did have a child, made purely of their genetics, then yes, that child would no doubt have the potential to be the best hockey player the MLH would have ever seen. It would be the continuation of both his and Ilya’s legacies, and in that moment Shane wanted nothing more than for that to become a reality.
Shane had wanted to say something in affirmation to Ilya’s words, but his tongue felt like nothing while his jaw was slack against the couch cushion he was being fucked into. All he could manage was needy moans and whimpers that spilled from his lips each time Ilya’s cock slammed inside him. It felt unreal, and the fact that Ilya was more than happy to play into this fantasy of his made Shane’s body light up with electricity.
He wanted Ilya in every single way he could get him, he wanted his body marked by Ilya’s hands, his mouth, he wanted him to pump him full of come and get him pregnant. He wanted to carry Ilya’s children, and bring them into the world, and raise them with Ilya. He wanted to craft a perfect little life with him, he wanted to marry him, he wanted to spend the rest of his life with him. All this wanting, and by the way Ilya was groaning from behind him, he could tell that wanting was completely mutual.
Ilya came hard inside of Shane, and it was exactly what he needed to get himself off with a hand shooting to his cock and stroking quickly until he was coming hard against the couch. It would be a hassle for him to clean up, but it was so fucking worth it.
Shane was damn near sure Ilya had helped him reach nirvana as he ground his hips into Shane, fucking him through his orgasm before finally coming to a halt, still buried within him. For a long moment the only sound in the cottage was that of Shane and Ilya’s heavy breathing, giving both men the time they needed to come down from that high.
“What do you think? Will we get it right on the first try?” Ilya asked, breaking the silence as he slowly lowered himself across Shane’s back. His hand moved from Shane’s hip to his stomach while the other moved to support his weight and not crush his boyfriend beneath him. “Do you think the test will come back positive in a few weeks?” His tone was playful now, and it made the post-sex warmth all the better for Shane.
“I don’t know Ilya, we might have to go again… Just to be sure.” Shane replied softly before fully relaxing under Ilya’s weight.
There was another beat of silence from Ilya, who broke it with a genuine laugh before he rose up off of Shane.
“What are we waiting for then?” He asked as he pulled out slowly. “I heard missionary works best."
Shane needed Ilya’s help to get off the couch, and while he couldn’t stop his body from shuddering at the feeling of Ilya’s spend leaking down his thighs, he took one look at Ilya’s hungry eyes and charming smile, and knew it was all worth it. They would try as many times as it took, and he couldn’t even articulate how excited he was for the rest of their summer.