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“I think this is too much food.” Ilya surveys the bags filling the countertop.

“It's the right amount, Ilya.”

“Are we feeding Russian bears?” He asks as Shane starts to unload the bags.

Yuna laughs, starting to help Shane. “Well, with so many hockey players, we may as well be.”

“Why are the bears Russian?”

“Russia has the biggest and best bears.”

Shane rolls his eyes, and Ilya can see him fighting a smile. “You lived in Moscow, Ilya.”

“Da, and they still got to us.” He puts a hand over his chest and closes his eyes. “We all have to fight a bear at one point.”

Yuna pats his shoulder. “I’m sure you did, sweetie. Now, hand me the things that go in the freezer.”

Ilya does so dutifully just like the good son-in-law that he is.

Once the food is all set, Yuna helps Shane prep some meals and Ilya goes to start getting the beds and bathrooms all ready. David is outside with Anya, making sure everything is all set in the boathouse and on the patio. They’ll be busy for the evening then the Hollanders will go 15 minutes down the road before Shane and Ilya enjoy the last night of quiet before everyone arrives.

Not that Ilya isn’t looking forward to seeing his friends. In fact he’s thrilled because outside of the two weeks of Game Changers Camp, they’ve been pretty isolated. After a whirlwind of playoffs, media, and celebrations, the time was much needed. They spent a lot of time reconnecting with each other and decompressing. Lots of time reading and playing video games. Most of it was spent being sickeningly in love.

Ilya pulls out his phone and puts on his pregame playlist so he can get himself motivated to blow up the mattresses and put the bedding on them. The sound of the mattresses blowing up annoys him, but they don’t take long. He also checks that Anya hasn’t ruined the beds that are already set up with muddy paws or a very gross surprise (she hasn’t because she’s a perfect angel). 

Once that’s all done he checks the upstairs bathroom first. Toilet paper, tissues, q-tips, face wash, soap, fresh towels, toothpaste, extra toothbrushes (just in case, Ilya), shampoo, conditioner, and bodywash. He makes sure the bathrooms downstairs are all stocked up too so he can check that off of Shane’s list.

“Everything is all set up,” Ilya declares as he goes through to the kitchen.

“Good.” Yuna smiles as Ilya walks up behind Shane, who is leaning on the breakfast bar, checking things off his lists. “I was thinking we could pick up dinner from the new place in Port Carling. Is that good for you both? I know David has been dying to try it,” she explains while putting some tupperware in the fridge.

“That sounds great to me. You agree, sweetheart?” Ilya leans into him. Shane’s not paying attention, Ilya knows before he even answers.

“Huh, oh, yeah. The new place. That’s good. Do you really think we have enough –”

“Yes.”

“I didn’t finish,” Shane complains.

“I know but we have enough of everything. We’re also not actually in the middle of nowhere, we can go to the store, it just takes a little longer than when we’re in the city.”

Behind them, the door opens and soon there’s the sound of paws and claws on the hardwood. Ilya presses a kiss to the top of Shane’s head then turns to greet Anya. “Hello my wonderful girl.”

“Did I hear we’re planning dinner?” David asks.

“Yuna and I are. Your son is busy in his planning world.” Ilya waves before pulling his phone out of his pocket in order to find the menu. He’s not complaining because he’s a planner too. The difference is that Shane tends to ruminate over things.

“There’s a lot of people and we’re hosting them.”

“They all are capable adults… except for the children and maybe the babies on the team and the 2 dogs and Hayden. But the capable adults outnumber the incapable ones.” He sprawls on the ground and Anya licks his face.

“Not helpful.”

“Mmm.” Ilya watches Shane, his shoulders tense and shifting his weight. Maybe they shouldn’t have invited everyone? He ponders over it for a moment, idly petting Anya. 

Shane has been excited to have everyone over since Ilya floated the idea. They had the Pikes, Rose, and Sveta up last year and they all had a great time. They wanted to invite some of the team too – Shane actually suggested it. So, it’s not Ilya’s fault for strong-arming the idea. Maybe it’s just the anticipation of the plan. He does tend to worry leading up to things more than he actually does when it happens. Ilya needs to help him relax.

Once they decide on what to order, David and Yuna head out to Port Carling. 20 minutes there, probably 20 minutes in town because Yuna has to grab something at the pharmacy, and then 20 minutes back. Ilya has about 40 minutes to get Shane to relax.

As soon as he hears the crunch of the gravel under tires, Ilya gracefully stands from the floor where he had been cuddling with Anya. He stalks over to Shane at the counter. He grabs him around the waist and pulls him away from the countertop.

“What are you doing? What the fuck Ilya?” Shane squawks as Ilya bends and throws him over his shoulder to do the fireman carry.

“You are too tense. I am getting you out of your head.” Ilya walks up the stairs, like he isn’t carrying 180 pounds.

“I’m –”

Ilya cuts him off with a smack to his ass. “If you say fine…”

“Okay, okay. I’m stressed,” he finally admits when they get into the bedroom.

“That’s okay.” He unceremoniously dumps him on the bed. “Get undressed.”

Shane makes another disgruntled noise. “Jesus Christ, Ilya. My parents–”

“I have about 40 minutes. I did the math. Take your fucking clothes off, Hollander.” He pins him with a stern look before going to close the door.

He huffs, but doesn’t protest, making his stomach go all fluttery. Ilya loves when Shane listens to his direction – he has since he told Shane to get on his knees the second time they hooked up and did.

Ilya peels off his tanktop and tosses it aside as Shane folds his jeans. “Tell me what’s wrong now.”

There’s a brief pause before Shane talks. “I just never had so many people here at once. There’s a lot happening.” Shane pulls off his briefs and sets them on the nightstand with the rest of his clothes.

“We–”

“I know. I know we could have split it up, but I also like the idea of having everyone here at once.” Shane climbs back on the bed and gets on his knees. Just like Ilya thought.

Ilya’s brain short circuits for a second because he didn’t tell Shane to do that. Focus. “I promise you everything we need, we have. Everyone will be happy. If you get overwhelmed that’s okay. You know you can take a break up here whenever you want, right? No one will be angry with you.” He steps close so he can cup Shane’s cheek.

“I know I can. It’s just all the things that need to be done, but we’ve done them now. Then I just got stuck in this weird space.”

“We are done with them now.” Ilya nods, his thumb ghosting over Shane’s freckles. “Okay. Do you want me to help you not think for a little?”

“Yeah, I think that’ll help a lot.”

“Good, suck my cock then.” He grabs Shane’s chin, looking down at him.

“Yes.”

Ilya smiles when Shane shifts to pull Ilya’s shorts and underwear off. “Good, котёнок. You can relax now.”

Shane wraps a hand around his half hard cock. He loves Ilya’s cock. It’s like he worships every single time he gets to touch it. Pouty lips press open mouthed kisses up and down his length before his tongue pokes out and gently circles it over the foreskin. When his tongue slides under the foreskin and repeats the motion, Ilya curses. He tips his head back for just a second because he needs to look at Shane.

“Such a perfect slut for me.” He hums, his fingers curl in his boyfriend’s silk black hair. “Get on the floor and hump my leg.”

Those brown doe eyes look up at him, slightly unfocused but not quite hazy just yet.

“You heard me, yes? We’re in a time crunch here.” The grip in Shane’s hair tightens.

“Ah! Fuck, okay. Shit.” He sounds breathless before hurrying to get on the floor.

Ilya gives him a moment to find the best position before his fingers are back in Shane’s hair. It’s a little longer than normal, and Ilya hopes he keeps it this way because it’s even better to grab. No wonder why Shane loves Ilya’s curls. 

Against his leg, Shane’s cock is leaking like it always does. More precome brushes against his shin when Shane swallows Ilya down his throat. He’s got such a perfect mouth. “Perfect throat. Perfect tongue, котёнок.”

Shane moans around him, causing pleasure to shiver up his spine. His eyes are going hazy finally.

“I will fuck your mouth now, yes?” His voice is a low growl. “You just hump my leg like a dog, my little slut.”

That causes a new smear of precome against Ilya’s leg. “You like that? Being a slut or a dog?” 

Ilya presses his hand against the back of Shane’s head and he starts to fuck his mouth, so there’s no way he’s going to be answering anytime soon.

“May – maybe it is both.” His hips thrust hard and fast, only pausing a second to tilt Shane’s head just right. Once he’s perfect, he’s relentless. Tears streak down Shane’s cheeks. His lips are all pink and wet. “Ah, fuck, Shane.”

The noises Shane is making around him, and the way his own body is shaking, Ilya can tell Shane’s getting close. “Are you… going to… going to come against my leg. Such a slut for me. You’d do anything.” He moans, that thought pushing him fast to the edge of his climax.

Against his leg, he feels Shane’s cock twitch as he comes. His body spasms against Ilya’s leg and warmth spurts against him. Ilya lets go, just imagining what it looks like.

“Иисус Христос,” he gasps as he shifts, so he can fall into bed.

“Mmmm.” Shane hums from the floor.

“Come here.” Ilya pats the bed.

When Shane doesn’t move, Ilya gathers enough brain power to sit up and pull Shane up onto the bed.

“Okay, котёнок?” Ilya asks softly as Shane cuddles up against him.

“Perfect.” His voice is all hoarse now. “No thoughts.”

“Good.” He chuckles. “We will clean up in a minute.”

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Thankfully, Ilya got Shane to calm down after another round of talking and sex once the Hollanders left. They get a great night's sleep, and Ilya wakes Shane up with a blowjob just to start Shane’s morning off right.

There’s the usual flow to their day before anyone arrives. First they have their pre-workout smoothie and walk Anya. Then they work out together, hitting all the check boxes that have been laid out by their trainers and physio. After they make a good breakfast and enjoy it out on the patio. Ilya decides to pick up his journal to do his mood and habit tracking for the day before then do some writing while Shane goes to the synthetic rink in the basement to take out any leftover anxiety on some pucks.

By lunchtime Sveta, Rose, and the Hayes have arrived. The two women first, who poke fun at Shane and Ilya opening the door for them like some butlers. Ilya says they prefer to be bellboys and Shane flushes at the old joke. They get settled into their room and freshen up after their flights.

While they do that, Ilya and Shane put together a salad for lunch. Just as they finish Wyatt and Lisa pull into the driveway. They have all seen one another not long ago at camp, but they greet one another like it’s been months. While he hugs Lisa, he has one of those moments where he remembers his life is full of people who love him. His whole body goes warm at the thought.

Everyone sits down for lunch out on the patio. They mainly catch up with Rose and Svetlana who they haven't seen since the Stanley Cup win. Rose spent most of her summer in London shooting a movie. Svetlana informs them she's thinking of getting into working with teams somehow.

“I'm not sure what I would do. I think I would be a great scout but they usually want former players. I did ballet.” She sets her fork down.

“Well, it's a good thing you know plenty of hockey players.” Rose holds out a hand.

“You're Sergie Vetrov's daughter. Walk into the Raiders office and say you want a job.” Wyatt chuckles.

“What about with the PWHL?” Ilya asks. “I would assume it's less old men running things like they did in the 80's. Maybe talk to Leah and Max.”

“I think I will.”

“And we can drop some hints in Ottawa if you want,” Shane says.

“Might as well.” Svetlana smiles.

If Sveta worked for Ottawa Ilya would be so happy. Another person he loves so close and Sveta doing something she loves.

After lunch and talking they all decide to go for a swim in the pool after Ilya and Wyatt played Frisbee with Anya.

Ilya makes sure to check in with Shane when they go to change after swimming. He tells Ilya he's having a great time and doesn't feel anxious anymore. That makes Ilya grin and he has to kiss him for a little longer than he should with guests in the house.

Before dinner, Troy and Harris arrive with Chiron. Anya is so excited to see him. They go right out and chase each other around. Barrett tells Ilya that he hates the outdoors but the cottage is so nice it hardly counts. Ilya makes a note to himself to not invite Troy on a hike at any point over the weekend.

Max and Leah, the last of the group expected today, get in as they're having dinner. The dogs greet them first as they will probably do for all the rest of the guests tomorrow.

After dinner they're sitting outside at the table. There's 2 more nice wooden folding tables and chairs that they purchased to fit everyone and the food, but Ilya thinks without the rest of their friends it looks like they're the last left in a restaurant.

“What do we want to do now?” Shane asks because he’s a good host. Ilya had just been enjoying the conversation, but they probably should make sure they don’t need anything.

“I got a deck of Never Have I Ever Cards!” Rose stands up. 

“We’re playing,” Harris declares.

“I’ll get more drinks!” Lisa hops up and Wyatt joins her to help carry everyone’s beverage of choice. Ilya reaches forward to grab the wine so he can fill his glass again.

Next to Ilya Shane flushes, he can see the pink under the freckles. Shane hates talking about the details of their sex lives, but Ilya doubts a deck of cards should be too scandalous. Ilya has zero shame when it comes to his sex life. He never had any there.

On the other side of the table Troy frowning. He and Shane could be so alike in so many ways. Sometimes Ilya thought of him as the knock off copy of his boyfriend. Handsome, yes but now so fucking sexy like Shane is to Ilya. Talented, of course, but now like Shane Hollander. They both had neurosises over their health. They both were easily embarrassed. But Shane is perfect in every way and Ilya loves him – every little piece of him. Troy is an idiot, but he loves him in a best friend way.

Rose comes back with a deck of cards and the Hayes have handed out hard cider to Max, Lisa, Harris, and Rose. Beer for Leah, Wyatt, Shane, and Troy – ha. Then another bottle of wine for Sveta and Ilya. Ilya isn’t going to drink more than one more glass after his current one. He doesn’t want to push it.

Ilya reminds everyone that you drink if you’ve done it because he knows Shane has the question. Also clarifying rules even for games they’ve played before is a must (an unwritten Shane rule).

“Okay, Shane, why don’t you flip a card first.” Rose points at the cards.

Shane does so and reads the card out loud, “Never have I ever searched my own name online”.

Everyone drinks, just as Ilya thought. Lisa is a doctor, she’s probably curious to see if there are comments about her out there. Harris lives online. Svetlana is a socialite. Everyone else is some degree of famous.

Rose picks up the next card.

Ilya, Rose, Sveta, Harris take a sip of his wine. “This is bullshit,” Ilya looks around at the others not drinking. “No one else?”

“Wait, who were you stalking?” Shane asks.

“Rose Landry!” He laughs and Rose throws her head back. “It was more I was stalking you both but.” With a wave of a hand he dismisses the conversation and everyone laughs.

Everyone but Sveta drinks. “I am not a sentimental person.”

“Russian.” Ilya nods solemnly.

They go through a couple more boring cards before they get one that has a good story. This is Ilya’s favorite part of the game.

Max tells them about how when he was 18 he was trying to hook up with a girl who had the same name as his cousin and first initial. Needless to say it made it easy to get the contacts mixed up and he never hooked up with the girl.

“I feel like Ilya and Shane should chug,” Wyatt says and they all laugh.

Leah and Troy join them in taking a drink too.

“Glad we’re not all so emotionally repressed.” Harris pats Troy’s shoulder.

Ilya and Shane look at each other with a grin then drink. He gets lost in his boyfriend for a moment so he has no idea what the others do.

“You know, I think I’ve had a sip for each card. This seems unfair. Or maybe people who have bad impulse control and are terrible with feelings shouldn’t play this game.” Ilya takes a small sip.

The rest of the group also takes a drink.

“Hollander, lying about something like that. I’m surprised.” 

“I was always going to see Lily in Boston amongst other lies I fed Hayden and J.J.,” Shane points out to Max.

“That makes sense.”

Shane, Troy, Harris, Max, and Wyatt all drink. Then Svetlana makes a noise of protest.

“Ilyusha! You must drink.” She points. “You walked me through a whole plan for Jane.”

Ilya's cheeks are warm. He hoped Sveta would have forgotten about it.

“Me? When the fuck did you practice asking me out?” Shane frowns, clearly thinking back over their relationship.

The rest of the group leans forward. “You gotta tell us! Roz being nervous about a relationship? Come on!” Troy holds his hands together like he’s praying.

“A hint?” Shane asks.

“Tuna melt,” he mutters and nearly everyone repeats the words in confusion. Shane’s eyes go wide.

“Oh no,” Rose lets out a gasp.

“What's so bad?!” Harris is giddy.

“I don't care, Hollander. I've talked about worse secrets to an international audience. Yes or no for me to tell the story.” He gestures.

Shane gapes for a moment then nods. “Yes.”

Their friends all become silent and are staring at him. “You're all creeping me out.” 

Rose laughs nervously.

“Okay so, you all know we are idiots and did not know how to do feelings.” He points between Shane and him and they all nodded or said yes. “And we did not spend the night over with one another, we've said so much in our interview.”

Another round of yeses went up.

“Right. Well in October 2016 I decided I needed to ask Shane to stay the night because I had been fighting not to have feelings since 2013.”

There are a few laughs.

“So my brilliant mind thought I would ask Shane to stay and get it out of my system. I do not know what it was. But deep down I knew it was just because I wanted to spend more time with Shane.” He rolls his eyes and Shane gives his thigh a squeeze.

“So I called Sveta and walked her through my plan–”

“Which he used Jane the whole time thinking I hadn't figured him out and got it confirmed when I found him watching Hollander’s cottage feature for the fifth time the week before,” she says and whacks his arm.

“Da, yes. I know now. I don't remember how I explained it to her exactly but what I did and had planned through was inviting Hollander over earlier in the day. Then we have sex so he would be relaxed. I asked him to stay after we fucked because it was early and he could spend the night too since no morning skate with an afternoon game.”

“Oh my god, you purposely waited until after we fucked.”

“Shane. I haven't gotten to the part where it confirms I made the right choice there.” He elbows him. “So he agreed, which I hoped for and we took a nap. Then after I made tuna melts because I knew it fit in his diet.” Ilya shrugs.

“Not only that he had everything prepped in Tupperware and made sure I had ginger ale.”

“And made a very good casual conversation about how you were about to go on a road trip to Florida.”

“Stop Ilya, this is adorable.” Lisa shakes her head.

“Yes. For now. Just wait. It becomes a horror story.” This time Shane whacks his arm. “So I put on a game – also planned because hockey soothes Shane.”

“Like a baby on a car ride,” Wyat agrees.

“And we just talked even though he sat on the other end of my couch.”

“It was weird, Ilya we never sat around and chatted while dressed in the middle of the day at one of our places.”

Everyone laughs including Ilya and Shane because it is ridiculous.

“Yes. Well, we ate and I tried to hint at my feelings and figure out if Shane was seeing anyone because he was very private.” Ilya shrugs.

“Wait wait, let me set this straight. You asked me if I liked girls.”

“Yes. And you gave me this least convincing ‘sure’ you ever said in your life, Hollander.”

Shane gives him the finger. “And you said you liked girls.”

“Yes.” He nods.

“Then you brought up how you had someone regular in Boston but you were going to stop and maybe you'd find someone else.”

“Or not.”

“Ilya what the fuck?” Leah shouts.

“It was just Sveta. We have no feelings like that.”

Svetlana shakes her head. “This part was not rehearsed. Maybe if it was it would have gone better. It is lucky Hollander is now my friend, you idiot.” She flicks his arm.

“Ow! Anyway I said I probably wouldn't find someone new.”

“Not because of me but because you're lazy.”

“And I said I liked you after you said I like girls and the horror that came over your face…” Ilya remembers how he quickly repaired that.

“You said because I have a nice mouth.”

The group lets out disgruntled noises.

“Stop! Is not fair. Shane panicked and I tried not to let him run off so I panicked and said the mouth thing,” he complains.

“What happened after then?”Max asks.

Ilya sniffs and rubs his face. “My father called. Another unplanned surprise then I had to call and yell at Alexei.”

“Then you came back acting like it was fine.”

“I could not tell you my trauma yet based on the situation.” He shakes his head. “But then we cuddled and Shane decided we should get off again…” he trails off.

Shane puts his head in his hands.

“What? Did you say you loved him when you came or something?” Wyatt questions.

“No. I said his name. First name.”

“You fucked for 6 years and never said each other's first names.”

“Nope! It was one of the unwritten rules. All of which I think I broke in one day.” Ilya grimaces. “Then he said mine and I got so excited.”

“Oh god.” Shane groans. “Get it over with Ilya.”

“So you both said each other's names?”

“Right and then Shane hops off my lap and declares he has to leave. Saying he has a team meeting he forgot about. I tried calling him Hollander again to get him to relax but he was not relaxing.”

Shane makes another painful noise.

“Then he said I can't do this before leaving me sitting on the sofa with our come drying on my stomach.”

“Oh god heart broken and itchy.” Troy sighs sadly.

“Then what happened just a couple weeks later, Shane?” Ilya asks lightly.

He drops his hands. “I started dating Rose.”

“Oh my god.” Multiple people say at once.

“I understand the Oh no from Rose now.” Lisa gives Rose a sympathetic look.

Shane pats his shoulder. “Yeah it wasn't great.”

“Clearly I should have practiced more.”

“What happened after? How'd you end up fixing it?” Leah asks.

“That's a whole other card, I think.” Shane snickers and the group’s laughter echoes off the trees and the lake. “Okay, okay next card.”

After that card it starts to actually get good, in Ilya’s opinion because the others were mostly boring.

To Ilya’s surprise everyone drinks – except Shane but that’s not the surprise. He just assumed no one else would have.

“Shane? Never? We have a lake and a pool to ourselves. Wait, how have I never got you naked in the water?” Ilya frowns in thought. 

“Oh my god, Ilya.”

The group is shocked when they find out Shane has actually sent nudes. Which is funny to Ilya because they had been long distance up until last year. 

When they get the saying never have I ever used food during foreplay Max and Shane get very passionate about how unsanitary it can be. Ilya is sure he can get Shane to change his mind on that. They would just need to take a shower right after. Oh or go skinny dipping.

A few more cards go by before the group has another fit over Shane’s answer.

Shane, Leah, Harris, Wyatt, and Sveta drink. Everyone looks at Shane with wide eyes while Ilya smiles smugly.

“Hollander! Really?” Troy’s eyebrows jump up and Ilya covers his mouth around a big grin.

“Ilya, you are a corrupting force.” Wyatt shakes his head.

Ilya snorts into his glass of water. “Why do you think it’s me?”

Everyone gives him the you know why. He does but they’re half wrong.

“We were both figuring stuff out together, you know?” Ilya points out and they all are shaking their heads.

Shane is laughing so hard, he almost falls out of his chair. The embarrassment he felt earlier has clearly melted away the more he had to drink. Ilya squeezes Shane’s thigh hard, making him jump a little in his seat.

Eventually they move on and Shane stops laughing enough to keep playing.

While everyone goes into shock over some of the cards mild mannered Hollander drinks to (fooling around in a public fitting room or bathroom, quickie at an event, fooling around at your place of employment), Ilya got a couple of ideas (car sex, remote controlled toy). Being the person who gets to have Shane so vulnerable and desperate always gives Ilya a thrill. It’s even better when no one around them believes that Shane is the one who usually suggests things.

“Okay, okay last one or I’m going to be dead tomorrow if I don’t sleep soon,” Ilya declares eventually. He’s had three glasses and can not remember the last time he’s been drunk — had he ever been drunk on three drinks? Probably not but now he is.

This makes Shane sit up straight and widen his eyes as he drains his drink before standing up. “Good night!” He stumbles towards the door, laughter following after him.

Ilya can't even drink because he can hardly catch his breath from his laughter. God, he loves that man.

“Okay. Enough. Let’s clean up so the wolfbirds do not come and ruin our things.” Ilya claps his hands.

“Wolfbirds?” Max asks and Harris’ face is all scrunched up as everyone starts to gather empty glasses and drinks.

“Loons.”

Inside, Ilya, Sveta, and Rose wash up because he knows that if they don’t do the dishes tonight then Shane will be annoyed tomorrow morning. Or stressed. He doesn’t like waking up to mess and seeing as he might be hungover in the morning, Ilya wants to make it easy for him.

Once Ilya fills up 2 Nalgene bottles and uses two hydration packets for each, he heads up to bed. Shane is out cold, lying on top of the covers in his underwear. Ilya’s heart skips a beat as he pads over to Shane’s side of the bed. He manages to wiggle the comforter out from Shane to get him under it then sets the water bottle as close as possible on the sidetable.

After he takes his medication and chugs more water, Ilya brushes his teeth, washes his face, puts on lotion, and stretches. He’s proud of himself for keeping up his routine even a little drunk. Shane will be too when he’s not grumpy from his hangover.

“Good night, sweetheart,” Ilya whispers once he’s cuddling up against Shane.

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