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Ilya had always prided himself on his stamina. He'd always skated faster, harder and for longer than anyone he knew — other than maybe Shane. Stamina required resilience and god knows he had that by the bucketful. He had always been able to ignore the silent cries from his own body to slow down, to rest, pushing through the pain and exhaustion. It's what was required to climb higher and higher up the ladder of success and so he learned to suck it up and get. shit. done. You see, Ilya firmly believed that you couldn't become truly great at something without stamina.
Which is why the current… issue, had shame running through his veins, hot and heavy. He told himself it wasn't a big deal, just a little blip in his usually stallion level performance. Fuck, fine. It was actually a very big problem, okay? A nine inch problem to be exact. It took him a good few weeks and several, uh, incidents for him to admit it to himself but lately, he had become a bit of a quick shot, a minute man, a two pump chump, if you like. Ilya didn't consider himself particularly spiritual but he'd come to the conclusion that he must've done something extremely wrong in his past life to be given a huge cock with a great skill in using it, only for him to shoot off the second things got good now that he finally had 24/7 access to Shane. The tragedy of it.
He'd slept around a lot in his early twenties, never having to go a single night without sex if he didn't want to. Boy, did he take advantage of that, practically fucking his way through half of Boston. Women (and the occasional man) were throwing themselves at him everywhere he went until he'd augmented himself as a bit of a sex connoisseur.
Just like with hockey, the more you did something, the better you became. He'd go as far as to say he wasn't just good at sex, he was great at it. Was. The issue was, one night stands rarely produced the kind of intimate and down right filthy sex that he was now having on a regular basis. Don't get him wrong, it hadn't all been boring vanilla sex, he'd partaken in many a threesome in his time, once with a set of twins. But now him and Shane were exclusive? Jesus, that man could make a prostitute blush with some the downright depraved shit his mind came up with and it was starting to affect Ilya's performance.
Being exclusive with someone had always seemed like some faraway, unreachable thing to Ilya. Something he'd never really planned to experience, not until he was much older anyway. He'd always assumed the domesticity of it all led to boring missionary sex once a week with someone who you loved but would no longer lust after once the novelty wore off. He'd seen it happen time and time again and had no intention of signing up for it. Fortunately for him, life had other plans and he could not have been more wrong about it. With exclusivity came trust and now that Shane trusted him with his whole heart, he had let go of the constraints that always kept him so tightly wound. He oozed confidence and nothing apparently turned Ilya on more than a confident Shane Hollander. Gone were the days of embarrassing blushes and awkwardly reluctant requests for what he wanted in the bedroom. Now Shane was in his element, taking what he wanted and exactly how he wanted it. It was driving Ilya crazy.
There was also the added bonus that Ilya hadn't stopped to consider. When you planned to sleep with only one person for the rest of your life - and that person was a man - the risk of STDs and pregnancy became negligible. Condoms had once been a staple in his life, being a smart kid, he never once gave into temptation to go without one. No matter how good of an idea it seemed in the hormone fuelled moment. But at the cottage, after all the I love yous were shared and the boyfriend discussions were over, Shane had practically begged Ilya to fuck him without one, and well, how could Ilya say no? He had been more than eager to try it, to know how it would feel and it didn't disappoint. Afterwards, he had blamed the eagerness and the anticipation of experiencing something completely new together on why he didn't last. Unfortunately for him, it hadn't been the cause at all.
Shane hadn't complained about it at the time, he'd actually admitted that he'd found it hot. How desperate Ilya had been, clinging to him frantically whilst small whimpers escaped his throat, had made him feel desirable. Ilya on the other hand had been mortified. Shane had barely lowered himself onto the tip of his cock before he was moaning, grasping at Shane's hips hard enough to bruise, desperation colouring his every move. By the time Shane was fully seated on his cock, he was practically delirious with the need to come. His breathing was fast and broken, sweat running down his temples as he tried to hold on. Tried to calm down. With his eyes screwed shut he had tried the age old tactics of counting backwards from one hundred or picturing something completely disgusting like Hayden Pike naked but nothing had helped. Shane had scarcely started the first roll of his hips when Ilya had grunted out a "Fuck, Shane" and thrust deep up into him, a single thrust before he was emptying into the heat with fast, wet pulses. Shane had sat there, frozen, watching one of Ilya's most embarrassing moments play out before him.
"Did you just?" He'd asked with a gasp.
Ilya let out a groan, covering his face with his hands in embarrassment. "Yes." He murmured from behind his hands. "Is not my fault you are so hot."
Shane stayed quiet, the silence becoming deafening. "I'm sorry." Ilya added. "Let me make it up to you." He had begged, finally getting the courage to uncover his face.
He had expected to find disgust written across Shane's face, or at least annoyance thanks to one of their last nights at the cottage being ruined by his overly sensitive dick. But instead, Shane's eyes were half lidded, his blush spreading down his chest, breathing ragged as he began grinding down in short, sharp rolls of his hips on Ilya's rapidly softening cock.
Oh, he liked it, Ilya realised. He had enthusiastically eaten him out after that. Using only his tongue to clean him up whilst Shane ground into the mattress.
The relief that Ilya felt when he realised that Shane's fuck drunk brain had decided it was one of their hottest moments to date was astronomical because that's definitely not how Ilya chose to remember it. No, with hindsight, he now looked back on this moment as the start of the end for his once impressive stamina
He was sure that any warm blooded man would have succumbed to the same fate as him, probably. How was he to be expected to last when someone as hot as Shane was in his bed each night, begging for his cock? He wasn't sure it was possible. He had hoped that it was a one time problem, that with time and a bit of resilience, he would become somehow desensitised to Shane's confidence. That he could grow comfortable with the searing heat being inside Shane without a condom. He could do it — spoiler alert, he couldn't.
The second time it happened, Shane had been in their gym, head down, ass up as he carried out his usual yoga routine. Ilya blamed this incident on the fact that Shane was wearing the shortest shorts imaginable. Ilya couldn't help but caress and grind into him. Shane begged for Ilya to stop, whining "No, Ilya, don't" in the way that they both knew meant yes, more, please. Shane knew the sound of his empty refusals always went straight to Ilya's cock. That it drove him crazy. So really, it was Shane's own fault that he'd barely pulled Shane's shorts down, gave a quick spit of saliva to his own cock and thrust between Shane's thighs, once, twice before he came. The sight of Shane, thighs sticky with Ilya's come, still tucked into his yoga pose was potentially the hottest thing Ilya had ever seen.
Again, Shane hadn't seemed annoyed at him, he simply dropped out of his pose, and sat on his knees, facing Ilya Ilya's reflection in the gym mirrors. His breathing was ragged, voice deep and rough as he said "That was so fucking hot." Ilya obviously repaid him with the sloppiest blowjob, taking him in nice and deep.
Worry had started to set in for Ilya. What if he never got his stamina back? Would Shane get bored of him and leave? Fuck, he needed to get himself under control. He couldn't get dumped because his cock had apparently become easily excitable, shooting off at mere sight of Shane. That would be a low blow.
The next few months only made things harder for Ilya. They were both back on the ice, Ilya in Boston, Shane in Montreal and that meant they only got to see each other every few weeks. His plan to desensitise himself to Shane had gone to shit. How could he become accustomed to fucking the new sexy and confident version of Shane when he barely saw him? The weeks of drought only made the, hot and desperate, flames much more intense. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been in Shane for long than five thrusts and that was pushing it.
He knew there was nothing wrong with his cock. He lasted just fine on his own or even over video call with Shane. He made sure to ring every second out of Shane that he could on those calls, the distance allowing him to keep some semblance of control while he forced Shane to edge himself over and over.
He had been waiting for Shane to bring it up for weeks now but other than that first time where he admitted that it was hot, he hadn't said a thing. It was pretty tragic that even his own boyfriend was too embarrassed to bring it up. There's no way Shane hadn't noticed the change. Ilya obviously made sure that Shane still came every time. He wouldn't leave him high and dry, no matter how fucked out he was after his mind shattering orgasm.
Ilya had been thinking long and hard over the issue. Trying to figure what had changed. He thought maybe he might last longer if he took his dick out of the equation. Shane had been more than eager when Ilya suggested it and now he was two fingers deep in Ilya's ass, passing over his prostate sporadically, never letting Ilya know when the next brush of fingers on the sensitive nerves would come. And it was working. He was lasting longer than he had in months. Until… he didn't. It had been going smoothly, he was finally getting to really enjoy the slow unravelling, the soft spread of pleasure through his core instead of the intense rush he felt most times lately. It was all good and well until Shane had decided to push him off his knees and face down into the mattress, cock trapped between his body and the luxury sheets. He was still managing to keep it together at that point, holding on for dear life into the sheets below. That's when Shane had decided that it was the perfect time to start whispering filthy nonsense into his ear while he hit his prostate on every thrust.
"You going to come for me, Ilya?" He grunted, mouth licking at his ear lobe. "You gonna be a good boy? I know you like to be a good boy for me."
Ilya had let out a loud and obnoxious moan at the filth of it. Thrusting his cock against the sheets once before coming all over them. He melted into the pillow, completely boneless. He was aware of the sound of Shane's grunts behind him, the slick sound of Shane jerking himself off. Ilya sluggishly lifted his head, looking over his shoulder at Shane's debauched form straddling his things, eyes glued to his ass.
"Do it." Ilya demanded
Shane's eyes shot to his, glistening in the low evening light. "What?" He asked, hand slowing over his cock.
"Come on my ass. I want you to." He pleaded. He could tell that Shane was really getting off on the thought of it and Ilya had yet again embarrassed himself by coming in two seconds flat. So Shane could have whatever he wanted. Ilya owed him one. Well, he probably owed him closer to twenty by now. He reached back, grabbing onto his ass cheek, spreading it for Shane. "Please?" He pleaded.
Shane nodded, picking the punishing pace back up over himself. The shrewd sound of his hand over his cock filled the room, the head hitting Ilya's lube slicked hole sporadically, drawing a moan from them both. He could tell Shane was close, his body was taut, breathing ragged. Finally he let out a deep groan, painting his come across Ilya's ass and lower back. Shane used the head of his cock to smear the come around, guiding it towards his hole. If Shane would have asked to fuck his hole, he'd have said yes. It's not something they usually did or he necessarily wanted but if Shane had wanted it, he couldn't refuse. He'd attempt to give Shane the moon if he asked for it.
Not that he was good at giving Shane anything these days. One guarantee of their earlier years together was that Ilya could and would dick him down and dick him down good but that clearly wasn't happening any time soon. Maybe he needed to get used to the idea of things changing in their bedroom, now that he wasn't any good for fucking.
It all came to a head a few weeks later. Shane had been irritable all day. Picking fights over the stupidest things imaginable. Like which type of oil he'd used for their breakfast and which car was the most appropriate to take to visit his parents. Ilya knew Shane only acted this way when something was making him anxious or playing on his mind. He was pretty sure it had something to do with the fact that he'd been recognised by a fan at the airport when he'd come to collect Ilya and he was now certain that if someone also spotted Ilya, the internet would put two and two together and that would be the end of that, if them. Ilya had tried to reassure him that nobody saw him but it only seemed to make Shane worse, his body wound so tightly he looked like he could snap. Ilya didn't bite back at any of Shane's remarks, he knew the best way to break Shane out of one of these spirals was to fuck his brains out until he could no longer think. Unable to think past anything but Ilya's cock. Except Ilya's cock was pretty useless these days. Guilt was eating away at him until he could feel himself growing irritated too.
By the time the evening rolled around, Shane was stressed beyond words. He sat silently in the corner of the couch, book resting in his lap — page not turned once in the past hour. "Right," he snapped "Enough of this. Get to the bedroom."
Shane's eyes shot to him. "What? Why?" He asked but Ilya was already halfway out of the room and making his way towards the stairs.
Once in the bedroom, Ilya crouched down at his bedside drawers, searching through their ever growing pile of sex toys. He needed their cock ring if he had any chance of last long enough to fuck Shane through the mattress.
Shane hovered in the doorway. "What are you looking for?" He asked cautiously.
"The cock ring."
Shane sucked in a breath, "For me?"
"No, for me." He said, snagging the ring from the drawer and placing it on top. "Now take your clothes off."
Shane sat on the edge of the bed, undoing the buttons of his flannel shirt and folding it into a pile next to him. "But you don't usually like it? You say it numbs everything too much."
"Hm," he replied "Yes, well that is what I need now my dick doesn't work properly, yes?" He pulled his own shirt off, avoiding Shane's eyes. "Come on Shane. Pants off."
Shane was still sat in the same position, almost frozen as he processed Ilya's words. "Doesn't work properly?" He said, face screwed up in confusion. "It was working fine last night."
"Yes but that was just hands. I cannot fuck you long and hard like you need." He frowned "Do not act like you haven't noticed. You don't have to pretend for my sake. I know it is broken."
"Oh." Shane said. He looked away, blush staining his cheeks.
"See? You should not be embarrassed. It is me who has dick of teenage boy." He sighed, sitting down in a slump on the bed next to Shane.
The sheets rustled as Shane shifted on the bed, turning to face Ilya. He grabbed onto Ilya's hand, threading their fingers together. "Ilya, I'm not embarrassed because of you or your dick." He reassured, Ilya scoffed. "No, Ilya listen. I find it so hot when you come like that. It makes me feel so… wanted. Like you can't resist me."
"I can't resist you."
Shane offered a tight smile, his free hand coming up to anxiously rub at his own eyes. "I'm just going to come out and say it because there's clearly some miscommunication going on here." He took a deep breath "I've kind of been using all the tricks in the book to get you to come faster." He blurted, flinching at his own stupidity.
Ilya paused, unsure if he heard him correctly. "What?!"
"Uhm, I told you the first time it happened that I found it super hot so I thought you knew! I thought it was like an unspoken game we were playing?" He sighed, Ilya's expression slowly turned into a cocky smirk. "Don't look at me like that. I told you it was hot and I thought if I just blew your mind by ticking all of your boxes then I wouldn't have to ask for it and then when it kept happening, I thought you were playing along too."
Ilya burst out laughing, almost maniacal. Shane had been riling him up all along? On purpose? Was it really that simple?
"The tiny shorts?" Ilya asked incredulously
"Oh, yeah. I bought those specially." He shrugged, joining in with the laughter. "I knew you'd love them but I didn't expect them to work as well as they did."
Ilya pounced on Shane pinning him to the bed as Shane let out a shocked gasp. "Tell me everything. What other ways did you come up with to corrupt me?"
Shane stared up at him, eyes dancing with laughter. "I did not corrupt you."
"Hm, I am like dancing snake and you have been hypnotising me with slutty shorts."
Shane let out a soft laugh. "Hypnotising? Big word."
"I'll give you something big in a minute." Ilya joked, grinding his hips into Shane's thigh.
"Mm, I'm counting on it." He smirked up at Ilya, pausing before his smile widened like he was holding the onto the funniest joke. "Now be a good boy and fuck me." He added.
Ilya's mouth dropped open, pupils dilating with excitement. "You were playing with me even then?!" He asked, fighting back incredulous laughter.
Shane nodded, peels of laughter ripping from his throat as Ilya dived in, attacking his neck with playful bites. "You are so sneaky. Is good job I love you." He said into Shane's neck.
"I love you too." He replied sincerely. "Now if I promise to behave, will you fuck me for longer than two minutes?" He joked.
"I will try." He said before attaching his mouth to Shane's in a deep and wet kiss.
Ilya had come to realise that no amount of repetition could prepare you for the way love stripped away your control. No matter how much resilience you built, some things simply had the power to undo you.