Ilya looked at where Shane was on the fake ice. The rink was awesome, and Ilya had never thought about having one at his place like this, but it was very Shane. Shane had something going on in his head, and he needed time on the ice to figure it out, even if the ice wasn't actually ice.

"You are just going to stare?" Shane asked.

"Yes, very pretty for me," Ilya said.

Shane laughed, but he didn't stop what he was doing.

Ilya could be patient; he knew Shane's moods after so long together, even if they were not fully together until now. Still, this one was one that Ilya knew well. He had seen videos from the socials of the Metros that had him doing this when he was thinking. Pike had mentioned it a few times in various interviews.

"I want to tell Hayden and Jacki," Shane said when he finally skated over to stand in front of where Ilya was sitting on the board.

"And I want to tell Svetlana," Ilya said.

Shane looked like he was shocked that Ilya was agreeing to the whole thing. Ilya had been thinking about it because he would never want to keep something like this from her for the long term. She knew that Jane wasn't a woman, but she had never once asked who Jane was. Ilya was pretty sure that she knew that he was another hockey player, and that was why she never asked about it. She understood more than many others about the way that the whole of the hockey world was. Hunter's coming out wasn't going to fix it overnight. It would make things worse until more and more players came out, but Shane understood why Ilya wanted to wait. Why coming out at the moment wasn't a good idea at all. It wasn't safe, even though Ilya had no plans to go home; he could be made to go home if the MLH dropped him. He had a working visa for Canada, and that was it. He needed something more, and they had a plan for that.

"When?" Shane asked when the silence stretched between them.

"As soon as you want."

"We can invite them here. I've never..." Shane looked away.

"I am first outside of my parents to come here?" Ilya was asked. He dropped the glove off his hand and heard it hit the rink floor before he used that hand to touch Shaen's face and turn his face to look at him. He knew when to do that and when to let Shane not look at him. He had looked up a lot of things on autism because it had been a comment made by a Raider toward Shane, and Ilya had no idea what it was. It fit a lot with things, but he wasn't sure that Shane had ever gotten tested for it. He wasn't going to bring it up because that was Shane's business, and after this long in life, there as no reason to do it unless it was needed. Shane was Shane, and that was all that mattered.

"Yes," Shane admitted as he locked eyes with Ilya. He smiled. "It's not so scary to share it with you, and I want to share this here with them."

"We will see when they can come out here."

Shane smiled, and he nodded. He leaned in for a kiss. "Wanna play?"

"Play what?" Ilya asked as he looped his gloved hand onto Shane's hip and pulled him closer. "We don't have to worry too much about the cold. We play strip hockey?"

"Strip hockey?" Shane asked.

"Yes, yes. We will figure out a game to play one-on-one, and the loser has to take off a piece of clothing. First to get naked, get on knees in the goal and sucks other off."

Shane's eyes widened, and it looked like he had never once thought about that kind of thing before. He turned his head to look around the rink. There were no cameras in there. Ilya knew that Shaen's security system worked by keeping an eye on the outside parts of the house, but when he was there, he turned them off and only turned on parts of them when he was asleep at night. Most of the time, they did not record.

"You really want to do that?" Shane asked.

Ilya knew that Shane did as well, and Shane wasn't coy about the things he wanted, but he sometimes felt like he was pushing Ilya on things. "Da, very much." Ilya caught Shane's hand, and he pulled it closer. Instead of having Shane touch his cock, he placed it on his stomach and let Shane make the choice. Shane's hand dipped down to cover Ilya's cock.

"See, want you so much. Wanna see you in nothing but your skates and on your knees sucking me off with the net behind you. Is dream of mine."

Shane swallowed, and his eyes locked with Ilya's again. There was so much lust in those eyes. Ilya loved it when he could get Shane worked up like that with something. They were well matched, and they both knew it. Ilya was the brasher of them, but Shane could just be as much of an asshole. He just played the good boy a lot.

"Then we see later about that fantasy you have." Ilya reached up, and he brushed his thumb over Shane's lips, pulling his bottom lip down. "Whichever one you want."

"You are going to be the one on your knees for me," Shane said.

"You think? I do like being on my knees for you."

"Let's play," Shane said, and he took off backward.

They just had on normal clothes, so it wasn't like they had pads and everything. It had just been a little exercise for them. Nothing that would need pads. Now, though, Ilya thought that seeing Shane in just the pads would make this better.

Next time.

The End