The beam of sunlight made all the difference. Ilya looked so much at peace with the sun on him, and for the first time that Shane had ever noticed, he looked like an angel. Shane had his cup of coffee in his hand, sipping at the strong brew. Ilya made the coffee now. Shane honestly didn't care about the coffee. He made it the way he had always made it when he was alone, and usually it was through a Keurig. That had been banished, even from the cottage. Ilya was on a cold brewing kick, so that was how this was made. If all Ilya had were coffee and Coke, then well, he would be happy. Shane's indulgence was ginger ale, and he did drink it, but he was finding that his coffee was becoming an indulgence as well. Ilya drank his black with a little sugar in it when he was home, but out and about, he used a lot of sugar and other things to cover the taste of crappy coffee, as Ilya called it.

"You going to keep staring?" Ilya asked, not even opening his eyes.

Shane just kept on smiling and staring while sipping his coffee.

Ilya moved just a little, showing that he was more aware of what was going on than he looked. He dropped his leg to the floor. His cock wasn't hard yet, but it was slowly getting there. Shane just watched. Ilya wasn't that tired, even though he had been taking a nap, even though it was only ten in the morning. They had gotten up a few times in the night and made love; the idea of it being that instead of just fucking was still new. The mortification of having Shane's father walk in on them. At least they had just been kissing, and it hadn't been something more. Shane would have died if they had been in the middle of sex, or even just Shane on his knees for Ilya.

"I'm lonely," Ilya said.

"You are not lonely. I'm right here."

"I'm cold," Ilya said. He opened his eyes finally and looked at Shane.

"I would believe that if you weren't in the sun and acting like a cat." Shane took a bigger sip of his coffee and debated what he wanted to do. He could keep on leaving Ilya whining for Shane to go to him, or he could give in. He wasn't sure what he wanted.

"Need you," Ilya said.

"Hmm," Shane hummed before he sipped his coffee again. He could taste the base coffee even though the creamer that he made allowed him to have more coffee because he really liked Ilya's coffee at the moment.

"Shane," Ilya whined.

"Ilya," Shane said. He knew that Ilya would not get up to come after him, no, he would whine until Shane gave in because Shane always gave in. It was just a matter of time before Shane did, but he was really enjoying his coffee at the moment, and that meant that he wanted to finish it off. He didn't want it to get warm. He liked his coffee cold when it was made to be cold just like he liked it hot when he made it hot.

"Be good," Ilya said.

"I am being good. I'm not wasting a single drop of the coffee that you made for us," Shane said.

"Denying me is not good. Be better."

Shane tipped the cup up like he was sipping the last of it, but he didn't. He left in a single sip at the bottom. Then he looked at Ilya.

"Shane," Ilya said, his accent thickening even more as he said it, his eyes closing enough to make him look a little seductive.

Ilya knew every single one of Shane's triggers. He knew how to use them to his advantage. He also knew how to use them when Shane was unsure of what he wanted. Of feeling too much. Or of having too many emotions at the same time. Ilya shifted a little bit, and his cock was harder in his pants, not all the way hard but enough that Shane could see the outline well enough. He looked at the coffee left in his cup, and then he looked at Ilya and finally took the last sip of his coffee. Then he grinned and turned to head back into the kitchen to rinse out his cup.

Shane heard Ilya pleading with him to come in and suck his cock. Even now, Ilya was really good at getting his words out when it came to sex. Shane had not figured out how he learned those kinds of words. He would have to see if Ilya looked them all up online or if the rest of his team taught him.

By the time that Shane made it back to the living room, Ilya was fake sniffling about being unloved.

"Unloved? Really?" Shane asked. He looked down at his own cock, which wasn't nearly as hard as Ilya's, but it wasn't exactly soft either. It had been a while since he had sucked Ilya off fully without taking his mouth off and stroking him to completion. Maybe Ilya deserved a treat for the teasing that Shane had been doing to him, but first, he was going to keep on teasing.

"So unloved. Have much evidence on it. No one would deny me. I will tell Yuna. She will back me up."

"My father is more likely to back you up over my mother," Shane said. He got onto the couch, kneeling there, and looked at Ilya. He braced himself on the back of the couch and moved a little bit closer. Getting a leg between Ilya's and keeping the other one on the floor to make sure that Ilya could not knock him off and put him where he wanted him easily.

Ilya laughed, and he ran his hand down his chest, looking at Shane with such pleading in his eyes.

"Shane," Ilya said as Shane finally moved to leave over Ilya. "You want me. You know you do."

"I always want you. I want you so much. There are times I can't breathe because of how much I want you. How much it scared me that one time. Because I thought that if I didn't fall the rest of the way, it wasn't going to hurt, but I had already fallen all the way." Shane leaned down. "Will you be good?"

"Me good? Always good."

Shane kissed him, and he knew that Ilya wasn't always good. He was always after what he wanted, but right now that was Shane, and it was always going to be Shane.

"If you are good and let me do what I want, I will do whatever you want for the next day when it comes to sex."

"Anything?" Ilya asked.

"Anything."

Ilya's eyes widened, and he nodded. "I let you do what you want."

"Good." Shane kissed his cheek and then went down his neck to where Ilya's shirt was. He sat down on Ilya's thighs and looked at him, his gaze darting up and down his shirt. Then he reached down to push it up to Ilya's armpits. He leaned down and found a nipple. Shane was more sensitive to that kind of play than Ilya was, but he knew how to get Ilya worked up by having Ilya watch him doing things.

It always worked up Ilya so much to see Shane doing things. Usually, it was Shane doing things to himself to work Ilya up and jerking off for him. One time on the bed with his fingers in his ass. It had been perfect. Now, Shane was going to take it up a notch and do things to Ilya while Ilya couldn't touch.

"No touching me and no touching you," Shane said as he looked up into Ilya's eyes.

Ilya nodded before he swallowed like he was already so aroused that he couldn't help but want to do more. Shane pushed at the shirt again to get it up to where he wanted it. He licked Ilya's nipple until it was hard. Until it peaked so that he could get it between his teeth and pull a little bit. Ilya jerked a little, his hard cock brushing against Shane.

"Can speak?" Ilya asked.

"Of course you can. You can even ask me to do things, but I will do what I want. I might give in if you are a good boy."

"I be good boy. Bestest boy there is."

Shane kissed the center of Ilya's chest, and then he kissed over his heart. The thing that Shane now owned. It was his, and he was going to protect it because there was no one who was going to anymore outside of Svetlana. No one had been around to do it since Irina died. His father never once tried to, and his older brother was a piece of shit. Shane didn't hate many people in the world, but Ilya's living family was on the list.

There were a few seconds where Shane thought about what he wanted to do. He looked down at Ilya's body as he looked at the players on the ice. He thought about the places he knew would set Ilya off. Moved like a play in his head, and then he moved. He kissed every single spot across Ilya's skin that he imagined. Then he shoved at the shirt.

Ilya leaned up enough to get it off. He didn't touch, even if he could have, while moving his hands. Ilya was the master of illegal moves when he could get away with them in things like this. It was the kind of stuff that made Shane burst with wanting to get him caught on the ice, but times like this, he wanted to make Ilya have to make those moves. When Shane was done with Ilya's chest, he moved down, skipping over Ilya's groin.

"Ugh, you kill me, Hollander, kill me."

"I love killing you slowly with my mouth," Shane said.

"Yoy say the sweet words so sweetly," Ilya said.

Shane laughed, but not at Ilya's words being repetitive, but because it was something that Ilya had said before, when coaxing Shane to demand that Ilya fuck him harder.

Going further down, Shane watched Ilya's face as he kissed Ilya's ankle. He lifted the foot, and he licked. The feel of hair on his mouth from Ilya's legs was strange, but it was something that made him hard. He knew he was going to be soaked by the time they got to the point where Shane allowed Ilya to do what he wanted. He figured that it would get him over the side of the couch and fucking him so hard and fast that Shane wouldn't be able to speak. He would deserve it too.

He kept going up, licking, sucking, and even biting when he got to Ilya's calf.

"Fuck, Shane, more," Ilya begged before he said a few words in Russian that Shane didn't need to know the exact translation of. He knew that Ilya was asking him for things.

When Shane got up to the bottom hem of Ilya's shorts, he pushed them up, keeping the boxer briefs down to kiss over top of them. He moved up to mouth over Ilya's hard cock, but he barely stayed there before going back down. He took his time with that leg, leaving more little marks and more licks all over. He

The threats that came from Ilya's lips in Russian and English made Shane take even longer when he finally started to work the shorts off Ilya. He got them down a little more, and then he worked Ilya's leg up, kissing as he did it, and then did the same to get the other side off. Ilya was holding onto a cushion as well as the back of the couch to stop himself from doing what he wanted.

"You are being so good for me," Shane said. He finally moved his mouth over Ilya's cock as he finally hit the point where he wanted as well. He had teased, and he had done all he wanted to do. Ilya had been good and hadn't stopped him. He hadn't touched him. It was the kind of thing that Shane loved.

Using his hands, Shane pulled on Ilya's underwear, and he lifted his hips to help Shane get them off, but Shane didn't go far with them. He pulled them down enough to free Ilya's cock, and then he was sucking it into his mouth.

Ilya shouted something unintelligible that was a mix of Russian and very broken English, but Shane knew the meaning of it, and he got ready. Ilya came, and Shane sucked it down, bobbing his head to make sure that he got all of it. He slowed down what he was doing to where it wasn't going to be too much for Ilya, and then he finally let the cock from his mouth. He looked at Ilya, who was looking at him.

"A little excited, were we?" Shane asked.

Ilya moved, grabbing Shane behind the head and hauling him up to where they could kiss. There was a bone-deep moan from Ilya at the first touch of his tongue in Shane's mouth. It felt so fucking good for Ilya to lose control like that and then to do this. Shane was still dressed, so he hoped that the feel of his clothes on Ilya's skin was enough to help him feel like there was a balance in indifference there. It wasn't going to take long for Ilya to strip him.

Shane was manhandled to where he was on his back on the couch with Ilya over him. Panting like he had run a marathon and just staring at Shane. Shane started to squirm a little bit from the intensity of the stare.

"You are going to pay for the teasing. I'll make you beg for it, Shane. Beg and beg and beg."

Shane just smirked at him.

Ilya got his underwear off his body, and he looked at Shane before looking at the couch. He grinned and sat back a little more.

"Get shirt off," Ilya said.

Shane sat up enough to do that, and he waited to be told what to do next.

"Up on your knees and lean over the couch. Do not do more than lean over it." Ilya looked like he was thinking, and that meant that this was going to be so fucking good.

Shane did it, and he waited to know what Ilya was going to do. The couch shifted, and the soft pad of feet on the floor told Shane that he was headed for the bedroom. He wasn't sure what Ilya was going to come back with, but Ilya came around the couch to be in front of him.

"Condom?" Ilya asked.

Shane swallowed. He shook his head.

Ilya grinned and tossed those onto the coffee table before he walked around the couch to get back behind Shane on there. Ilya wasted no time once he was on the couch again. He jerked Shane's pants down, but only pulled the underwear down enough to get his ass free. It felt really good when Ilya spread his cheeks.

"You shower well?"

Shane knew what Ilya wanted to do to him with that question. He told Ilya he could do what he wanted for the next day, but he hadn't expected that. It was an act they did; Shane had never done it to Ilya. He hadn't offered, and Ilya hadn't asked. Shane had decided that it was something that Ilya just didn't like to have done to him.

"Yes," Shane said.

"Hmm, good. Same rules for the next day when it comes to sex. You do what I say and don't touch, and I will give you reward. This reward is for making me come so fast that it was like blushing virgin Shane Hollander on our first night."

"Asshole," Shane said, and he grabbed the couch at a different angle to get a little more grip before he felt the first swipe of a tongue over his hole. Ilya spread his cheeks even further, and there was something so wrong and so right about this. Shane closed his eyes. He was hard; he had been hard from what he had done to Ilya. It had been so fucking good. Having Ilya under his care, making him come so fast when he finally got a mouth on his cock. It hadn't been the plan, but it was what he had decided on when he asked how worked up Ilya had been getting.

"Down," Ilya said.

Shane tried to shift his legs, but he couldn't. He didn't like the way that he wasn't able to move well enough. The pants were too far down. He gasped, and Ilya stopped what he was doing. He let go of Shane's cheeks and then pulled up the pants a little more. Shane spread his legs to give himself a little more control of what he was doing, and then he leaned over more, pressing his chest to the back of the couch, and he knew that his ass was more on display now. Ilya had better access.

"So pretty."

A thumb pressed on Shane's hole, but didn't do anything but press there. Not enough to go inside and too hard to be a full tease.

"You want my cock?"

Shane shook his head.

"You want my tongue?"

Shane nodded. He wasn't going to be able to voice the words at the moment, and he hoped that Ilya got that. The first time that Ilya had eaten him out had been a surprise, but it had been no less welcome. He groaned and tried not to shove back into Ilya's mouth when he felt that tongue there again. This time, his cheeks were held open a little more, the thumbs digging in right near his hole, and it was used to pull his hole open. He heard the noise from Ilya spitting before he could really register it. Then it was on him, sliding down, and Ilya pushed it inside his hole. There was no escaping what Ilya was doing to him, and he didn't want to. Shane felt so many things all at once when Ilya was like this, like it was a lot of emotions, and it was just not enough at the same time. He was so overloaded and just enjoyed what was done to him.

Just when Shane thought he was going to come, Ilya stopped, he pulled his fingers free of Shane's ass, and then he placed a kiss right to Shane's hole. That made Shane blush. Ilya had never done that part before. He didn't beg, he didn't plead. He knew that Ilya was going to do what he wanted to when it came to making him beg, so he wasn't going to start now, not with the first act. No, he was going to hold out as long as possible because Ilya was too much when Shane gave in too soon.

"I'll be back. Don't move or I will start over," Ilya said.

Shane nodded.

Ilya got up off the couch, climbing over the back of it, and then he was there in front of Shane. His cock was hard, as Shane could see. He pressed a hand to Shane's chest and made him lift, and then there was a pillow being placed under Shane's chest, and a hand on his back pushed him down again.

"Thank you," Shane said.

"You will need it for what is to come." There was a promise in that tone, the promise of feeling so many things.

Sex with Ilya was better than sex he had ever had with anyone else. Given that he wasn't into women at all, it had to be. But even with Rose, when he had tried to picture Ilya, the act of fucking like that hadn't been something that got him off. He had to think that Ilya was fucking him that last time with Rose to get off.

Ilya didn't mind Shane not wanting to fuck him often; usually, it was Ilya directing what he wanted, and so it made it easier for Shane to give it to him. It was still very, very rare in what they did. And Shane rarely came from it. Ilya could come, and then he would get Shane off him and stroke him and talk dirty to him. As he did it, and that was what got Shane off.

Shane didn't know what Ilya was doing until he came back to the living room and crouched so he was eye-level with Shane. He kissed him; the taste of Ilya's toothpaste was strong. Then there was the undercurrent of mouthwash. Shane kissed him back, hard. He groaned as he got into the kiss until Ilya grabbed his hair and pulled him back.

"Good boy," Ilya said.

Shane whined and tried to lean in to kiss him again.

"You were so good. You didn't move at all. I came out to watch you while brushing my teeth; your bare arse showed to the world. It was very hot."

Shane felt that creep of embarrassment, but no one would be here, and his parents very much knew to text first. He was pretty sure that his father had gotten that before his mother did, which mortified him so much.

"You still want no condom?" Ilya asked.

"Yes," Shane said when Ilya just stared at him as he nodded his head.

"Good. I want to feel you are my cock. Leave you wet and messy."

Shane dropped his head because he didn't want to look Ilya in the eye again at the moment. Ilya kissed the top of his head and allowed it. Ilya knew when it was too much, and he couldn't look him in the eye. He was better at it than even his parents sometimes. Shane knew that he should probably get something that had to do with a diagnosis for that, but he never cared so much, and it didn't stop him from doing what he loved, and it wasn't like there were other players who were just as stuck in the ritual of things.

The couch dipped, and then Ilya was right there behind him, the head of his cock pressing to his hole, spreading the spit that had been left behind around. There was so much about this that Shane didn't know at all. He thought about getting the couch messy but realized that Ilya had only taken down to expose his ass, leaving his cock inside, now just his underwear, but his pants as well. Shane jerked a little at that thought.

"Be good," Ilya said.

"Yes," Ilya said. He dropped his head down a little and let himself just breathe as Ilya kept on rubbing his cock up and down Shane's crack. Then there was something cold that dropped, and the cock spread that. It made Shane jerk again, but Iliya seemed to know that it was going to happen because he just laughed.

"Cold," Shane said.

"I know. Is for teasing me," Ilya said.

Shane moaned when the cock pressed inside of him, but it was just his head, and then Ilya pulled back. It felt a little different. There was no catching on his little hairs back there. It was just the smooth glide of skin on skin, aided by the lube. Then Ilya did it again, the head just barely getting inside of him before Ilya pulled back.

"Please," Shane begged because he wanted it. He wanted to have Ilya's cock so far inside of him that he could taste him in his mouth. He wanted to know what it was like to have Ilya dripping out for him.

"No," Ilya said, and he kept on doing it. Just that little tease before pulling back out. He never went deeper, but sometimes he went very shallow to where his hole was barely open before he pulled back.

"Please, Ilya. Please."

"Please, what?"

"Fuck me."

"Hmm, what if I don't want to fuck you. What if I want to do this until I come inside you, barely getting it in there, most of it dripping down your crack."

"Please, please, fuck me. Fill me up. Get your cock all the way inside of me."

"You beg so sweetly, but no." Then Ilya moved his cock back, and there was more lube, and then fingers were pushing inside of him. "You are already so loose. Is that from last night still, or from the teasing?"

"Teasing," Shane said. He knew that when he had showered, his ass wasn't that loose. He had cleaned himself well because the dried lube that hadn't gotten cleaned up had been pulling at his hair. "Was so tight this morning in the shower. Like I had never been fucked at all."

"Lies. I fuck you a lot."

The head of the cock was back, and Shane groaned as Ilya slowly pushed inside again, and then he pulled again.

Shane screamed in frustration, and then he got his hands up to where he could grab the couch. Not to give himself leverage to push, but just to have something to hold onto.

"Please, please, please. Ilya, please. Fuck me. Make me come in my underwear."

"You want to come in your underwear?"

Shane nodded his head, and he hoped that Ilya agreed to it. He hoped that he was going to get filled up.

The hands held open his cheeks.

"Is does look like it's begging to have me inside for it. The way it opens and closes as you breathe because you are trying to tempt me. Should I give you a reward?"

"Yes," Shane yelled.

"You sound very desperate. Hmm. Make me wonder just what you would do to get my cock inside of you. What would you agree to? Cock warming? Would you sit on the floor and hold my cock in your mouth while I watch a game on TV? Maybe one of the Metros games, and you get to have me come in your mouth when you score a goal."

Shane moaned as he thought about that. He had thought about cock warming before, but never mentioned it to Ilya at all. He wasn't sure where Ilya had learned it was a slight kink of his, but he was going to get Ilya to do it. The added thing of only if Shane scored in the game would he get to get Ilya off made Shane shiver. He knew a few games where he had scored a good bit. There were other games where he barely did or didn't get anything but assists. Those would be the worst games to do. Shane knew that Ilya knew which game was the best and which was the worst.

He was still lost in the thought of cock warming when he felt the cock pressing inside of him, going tall that way.

Ilya pressed his hips to Shane's ass, and he made a slightly broken sound. "You are so hot. So much hotter like this. No condom. I will want to do this more often. make you leak with me."

Shane moaned at the idea of it. He didn't move, though, as Ilya pulled back and then started to fuck him. Shane's cock was aching for release. He wanted it, and he wanted to get off as fast as possible. As if Ilya was reading his mind, he made sure that his prostate was stroked with every single thrust. It was like heaven, and it was like hell at the same time. It felt so fucking good, but he was already at a point where he could come from just a few strokes on his cock, but Ilya didn't reach for it. No, he did nothing like that. His hands were touching Shane, but nowhere near where he wanted them. Then one of them pressed on his back, right where it pushed him down into the pillow even more. With the hand on his back, the pants kept his legs where they were with Ilya between them, and the cock inside of him. He felt trapped but in a good way. Then the other hand rubbed his ass cheek, spreading it just a little to give Ilya another look at where his cock was inside of Shane, naked without a condom for the first time for this act.

Ilya's hand moved around, and Shane never knew it was going to go until it was pressing on the top of his hole, making it feel like his hole was even smaller, and Ilya's cock was forcing itself in and out through a smaller gap. Then Ilya was rubbing there. It was too erotic. Shane felt himself getting closer and closer.

"Next time, I'm going to get you up for this, face up and make you watch me as I rub your taint to get you off while my cock plunders your hole. I'm going to fill you up like that and stay inside of you. See if I can get hard again while you drip with me."

Shane came at those words. He jerked, and it was only Ilya's hand on his back that kept him where he was. He felt like he had been drained of everything. Ilya stayed inside of him, and he pulled him back to where Shane was sitting in his lap, his softening cock feeling weird inside of him.

"Okay?" Ilya asked.

Shane nodded his head, his cheek rubbing on the same part of Ilya's head. He wasn't sure what it was, but he felt the skin on him. He was beyond words at this point. Then there was a hand on his cock. It was still in his underwear and pants, and he jerked a little; the sensation of a hand like that made him whine a little.

"I think you have another in you. Sit on my lap and get me hard. Then you can ride me like this. Show me how much you want me."

Shane was going to die. Ilya was going to kill him with orgasms, and then he was going to leave him wet and messy. Shane wiggled a little, seeing if Ilya liked it, and he did, his mouth parting, and he panted a little bit. It felt good to make Ilya feel like that. It was all that they did, things that felt good to each other.

The windows were open, but no one came here, and Shane wasn't sure that he could ever close them like he wanted to that first time with Ilya there. He thought that maybe there was a bit of a kink there as well, and he just started to rock on Ilya's cock, feeling it getting harder inside of him.

"Shoulder?" Ilya asked.

"Good, I promise. Nothing hurts," Shane said. He knew that his shoulder might ache after this was done, but right now he felt nothing but good. Nothing but what he wanted to feel.

Ilya made him feel wanted, made him feel loved. That was all that mattered.

The End