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The edges of the cardboard box dig into Shane’s palm with every step up the steep stairs. Even with daily conditioning, these flights are doing a number on his calves.
Living on the third floor is going to suck. And he can’t even throw blame to anyone but himself. He was more than aware that Hayden lived on the third floor, in student housing apartments. Hayden complains about it every other day. But dealing with it in reality is a different beast.
On top of the three flight of stairs, the walk to Mc Gill University is about fifteen minutes. Shane doesn’t really mind though. It’s a natural extra workout, and will be great for his thighs and calves.
Back at Lincoln Uni, his classes were less than a five minute walk from the hockey frat he stayed at. He was always near everybody, all the time, never getting a break from the school spirit. Or from Owen.
Shane takes in a deep breath. He can worry about the the changes in his lifestyle on Monday when classes start.
He has this entire weekend to, instead, focus on getting his mind off of all that.
And a proven way to help with that, is getting laid. (hard.)
He is rather hopeful that the people in Apartment 3C can help set that up.
Once he reaches the door, he takes a second to decide how he wants to notify Hayden on his arrival. He decides on kicking at the bottom of the door. He doesn’t feel bad about it either, like he usually would. Hayden knew he was coming, he should’ve had the door open for him already.
He says this much to Hayden when the door finally opens. Hayden just laughs as the box is shoved into his hands.
“There’s just a couple things in my passenger seat. The rest can stay the night.” Shane says, rolling his neck, and stepping inside the apartment.
Shane drove over two hours to see his friends. He was originally supposed to leave tomorrow morning but he couldn't stand being alone in the hotel room. He was not going to spend that last night in the frat house with his asshole ex teammates, or in his asshole ex's apartment.
There was no true reason to wait the night, and he really wanted to see them. And, at about nine o'clock on a Friday, he hopes they feel the same.
“Is that Shane I hearrr?” A melodic voice reaches Shanes ear before he sees the red head, laying out on the living room couch.
“Rose,” Shane smiles out, his hands arms reaching out as she stands. “You’re here.”
She leaps into his arms, “Of course I’m here.” She rubs at his hair, and Shane can’t help but tilt his head away, still with that tight smile. “I’m glad you’re here.”
Shane nods, eyes moving from hers to Hayden walking up behind her. He tosses his keys to Hayden as the man gives him a quick hug from the back.
Shane leans his head back, thanking him for grabbing his things. Shane watches Hayden leave through Ros’s eyes. Her eyes widen as she peeks over his shoulder.
Shane watches her clenched eyebrows, and scrunched lips as she waits for Hayden's steps to quiet and him to be out of earshot. Shane misses this. Their dynamic.
They all met freshman year of high school in third period Biology class. Rose sat next to Shane when they were told to pair up for ice breakers. The dilemma was Hayden also sat next to him, pulling up a chair on the opposite side.
Shane also happened to be nose deep into 'We Breed Lions', rightfully so, so he had no clue what was happening. He had recently got into Non-fiction hockey books, and there was nothing tearing him away from it.
Nothing except Mr. Hunter, who ordered him to close the book. It wasn’t until he did, that he realized he had two potential friends staring each other down beside him.
“And you will be a group of three.” The older man, with his salt and pepper beard, had said to them.
Now seven years later, the trio, ironically, have never been stronger. Shane started off as the glue of the group, but his prettiest soon made him the drama.
Shane had dated Rose Sophomore year, for four months, before she had realized something about him. He had a rough, but clarifying talk with her, then did the same with Hayden, who he shared a kiss with in Junior year.
Due to puberty, anxiety, and kids being dramatic Shane had pushed them away the summer before Senior year.
He had found an unusual friendship with a Volleyball player, Owen, he had met at the gym. They got along very quickly over sports talk, exercising, and being healthy. And by the time Summer ended, Shane was a brand new person, physically at least.
He made sure to always eat right, and work out almost every day. And when he slacked he had, Owen to remind him. Mid way through Senior year, Owen had asked him out. The same year, Rose and Hayden, subsequently, became closer.
Shane made sure to stay close with the two after “Ghost-gate” where they accused him of ghosting them for Owen. (He skipped lunch to face time him three days in a row.)
So even when Rose and Hayden had their own issues, they adopted a saying:
The best friend of the best friend who is a current enemy is your best friend.
Or something like that.
That sentiment held strong for Rose and Hayden when Shane decided to follow Owen to a private university instead of their set upon University, MGU.
Shane changing his mind last minute, caused Hayden and Rose to have a deep hatred for Owen, rightfully so.
He had stole their best friend, creating a three hour distance, and more, between them.
They didn't care that Shane got a full scholarship, or that he would start on their hockey team. They didn't care because he also had a full ride to MGU.
Rose and Hayden bonded about their depression from their trio breaking. Daily face time calls and text messages really showed the progression on their friendship with Shane absent. Shane wishes he would’ve been there in person for it.
And as the relationship between Owen and Shane spiraled into even more shit, Hayden and Rose made sure to make it known how loved he is on the other side of the phone.
Maybe that is why he finally decided to leave completely. He had been humiliated by Owen for the last time, and was done ignoring the love from his two best friends.
And now, here he is moving into the same apartment as Hayden, with Rose living right down stairs. Shane is finally apart of the honorary siblings crew again.
And he loves it.
And a specific part that he loves is talking shit about one another to each other.
“He has been a painnn,” She says, squeezing Shane’s shoulder. Shane brings his hand down slightly with a soft smile.
“And with the whole Jackie sitch., a moody little ass,” She whispers that last part like Hayden is eavesdropping somewhere.
She brings her hands down, one to Shane’s wrist, leading him to the couch. “Thankfully, you can help me deal with that now!”
“Yeah,”
“Wait,” Rose hand goes to her mouth as she plops onto the gray comforter, “Oh, I’m such an ass! How are you doing?”
Shane lets out a chuckle, “I’’m good," He watches Rose's head tilt forward, "I am”
“You look good” She validates, “For reall, You have that smile." Her hands squeeze his."I really forgot you are going through a breakup, I’m sorry,”
It’s not her fault. The past week or so since the break up and finalizing the transfer, Shane has minimized talking about that man. He wants to forget him.
“It’s alright. I do feel good, I needed to get rid of that dead weight,”
Rose smiles hard, “Does that mean I have permission to talk shit?”
He answers quickly, “Yes,”
“Oooh H--
“But later,” Shane’s face lights up at how his best friend’s deflates dramatically.
He would love to hear her talk about how horrid of a man Owen is, but he has something on the top of his agenda right now. “I want to get laid tonight. I need help with that,”
“You’re not gay anymore?” Rose asks with a head tilt.
“Ha. Ha” He tries to say sarcastically but it is overruled by his own chuckle. “I need help finding someone, or somewhere to find someone.”
She can’t help her long giggle either, “Yes, yes, I already got you covered,” She says, pulling her phone out of her jeans.
The closing of the door behind him causes Shane to turn towards Hayden. “What are you guys talking about?” He asks, setting down Shane’s item on the counter.
“I’m trying to get Shane to come to a party.” Rose says, eyes still on her phone. Shane hides his smirk by bringing his head down. Shane knows exactly what she’s trying to do.
“Hell yeah,” And Hayden is falling right in to it, “I’m in.” He points toward Shane, “Shane you’re coming too.”
Shane just raises his eyebrows.
“When is it?” Hayden says, walking up to them.
“Now.” Rose replies, and that causes Shane to turn towards her. Oh shit. Good, he's ready. He's ready for this.
“Perfect,” Hayden claps his hands, “Where?”
“Kappa Sigma” She sings out.
Hayden’s face immediately twists up.
Shane watches in delight.
From the group face time calls, to the voicemails, and texts, he is aware that the president of this particular frat is an asshole. Specifically, towards Hayden.
Rose doesn’t give him the chance to verbally complain, “Jackie’s there.”
“Fine.”
Shane laughs.
His mind takes him back to high school and how he has missed three years of great in-person conversations with his best friends. He doesn’t blame Owen. He blames himself.
The three years with Owen were okay. Just okay. They got along fine. The sex was fine. And unrelated to Owen, his life on the hockey team and school was just fine. He got good grades, and was on a great path to become a physical therapist.
It wasn't until a homophobic team mate outed him to his homophobic coach. It wasn't that he was in the closet, he just didn't tell every single person. But even before that, he mainly just missed his friends.
Owen, independently did amazing. More amazing in every aspect. He was winning all their Volleyball competitions, had a variety of friends, was making lots of money in crypto, and was just living the dream. He made sure to tell Shane how good he was doing all the time.
One specific aspect that Owen seemed to not tell Shane about was the specific type of friends he had. They had a miscommunication on what ‘friends’ meant. Friends don't fuck each other. Especially when one of them has a boyfriend.
He bites at his bottom lip, blinking hard.
He needs to get this show on the road. He needs to remind himself that he is wanted. He needs to show this new college, and himself, who Shane really is. Shane blurts out, “I’m going to shower. Be ready in an hour.”
“Yes!” Rose squeals out. “We’re so back!”
—
Shane gets ready fairly quickly. He takes most of his time in the shower, cleaning up from head to toe. He takes even more time on his ass. It’s better to be prepared and not get any, than the opposite.
He can’t help but think about how Owen would make him prep himself every time in the shower before they did it. Owen said he wanted to get straight to it, and Shane didn’t mind. He didn’t. At one point, he taste salt mix with the water as he scissors himself.
He takes extra time to wash his hair too, breathing in the aroma of the Nectar shampoo and the Cedar wood body wash he recently brought. He used to share shampoo and soap with Owen. Owen didn’t like Shane smelling different than him, so he made him use the same products.
Again, Shane didn’t mind.
But now that he was no longer with Owen, he decided to splurge on his favorite scents. He was tired of smelling like Peppermint.
When he gets out the shower, he puts on the clothes he picked out before the long drive. He had them sitting on the top of the bag Hayden had brought in. A nice white button down, and black jeans were his usual look. Sometimes a hat if he was having a bad hair day. He takes a look at himself in the mirror. He looks good. He looks very good.
He practices looking up through his lashes. And he practices the soft smile and pout. He knows exactly how to find a top, and he is not going to let his skills go to waste any longer.
He is going to get fucked.
“We’re getting fucked tonight! We’re getting fucked tonight” Rose sings out in the passenger seat as Hayden drives them to the frat house.
Shane laughs, letting the loud music roll down his back.
“Shane you are going to have so much fun!” She says, taking a chug out of a lime buzzball she had taken with her.
“She’s right about that” Hayden says. “I’m glad you’re back.”
Shane nods. He is glad too.
“I may leave you guys early on, depending on the vibe with Svet. I may try to ask her out,” Rose says, bouncing in her seat.
Hayden snickers.
“Or at least kiss her.” She adds on.
“Good, we will both have stories to tell.” Shane replies, cutting off Hayden from upsetting Rose.
“Yes, I love that, okay, all three of us need to have something crazy to tell by tomorrow morning!” Rose beams, hands moving from the back of her chair, to Hayden’s shoulder.
Shane nods again.
“You will definitely have a story to tell at Kappa Signma!”
“Just stay away from the president, Ilya.” Hayden says and Shane nods like he knows what to look for. Or like he is going to listen to him in the first place. It will probably be obvious who he is when they walk in. Some asshole that only cares about himself. Shane knows the exact type of guy, and will have no issue avoiding that.
He’s heard enough times about the snide comments Ilya makes about Hayden. It doesn’t help that Jackie, who Hayden is on and off with, is a frat sister to Ilya. Ilya makes it very clear to Jackie and Hayden, that she can do better.
Rose looks over at Hayden, head tilted and eyebrows scrunched, “You’re really holding that grudge still, huh?”
She doesn’t give him a chance to respond, before she is turning back to Shane. “There are some really hot guys in this frat. Ilya is strict with no homophobia, and bigotry at all in his frat, so they are all at least allies.”
“Cool,” Shane responds, and Rose leans in, now practically in the back seat herself. “And more get down than you would think,” she whispers. She gives out the name of a couple guys, her top pick being a guy named Cliff.
“Big and Muscular, and will do you right. Very sweet and romantic,”
Shane doesn’t have time to say that he is more into the fucking part of things than the romantic part tonight.
“What are y’all talking about?” Hayden says at a stop sign, peering over Rose. She pushes his head back forward, before unbuckling and climbing back with Shane. She ignores Hayden’s protest as she gets comfortable beside Shane.
“You’re going to have so much fun." Rose says finishing her buzzball. "I missed you so much, and want to hang with you all night but you need this.” She says leaning against Shane’s shoulder. "So have a blast, and we will reconvene tomorrow."
He leans his head on hers as a response.
“We’re here,” Hayden finally says as he turns off the engine.
Shane peers out the window, seeing they’re in a full parking lot. He watches the groups of people through the tinted window. Some stand near cars, some smoking, others are walking towards the sidewalk where a neighborhood of houses sit.
Rose all but pushes him out the car, and he runs his hands over his button down as he scrunches up his toes.
He can hear the loud bass through the gravel under his feet. The music is like a magnet, pulling him towards the colored lights coming from the windows further down.
The walk up to the two story house is quick. Rose holds on to Shane's arm as they follow right behind Hayden. There are groups scattered throughout the side walk leading up to the cul-de-sac of frat houses.
Hayden beelines to the most packed house, walking up again another flight of steps. These steps are more wide, with about nine steps. Shane had counted them as he walks up.
The minute they step into the house, Shane switches to shallow breaths. The air is filled with the smell of fruity air, alcohol, sweat, and marijuana. The music barely overcomes the loud chatter throughout the room.
The combination honestly brings Shane back To Lincoln University, following Owen around the parties.
This time, though, Shane will make this smell a great memory.
“Rose!!” Shane follows the high pitched voice calling for one of his best friends. A gorgeous light skin girl with curly brown hair runs up to them. He recognizes her as Svetlana.
Shane looks back at Hayden who already has his head deep into his phone.
“Hi, I’m Svetlana! It’s amazing to finally meet you!” She says, before bringing Shane into a hug. “You can call me Svet, I’ve heard such good things about you!”
“I’m Shane. And thanks.” He squeezes her back. She seems so sweet. “I’ve also heard alotttt from Rose," Shane remembers a particular memory, "She—
“Okayy” Rose cuts him off, with a forced laugh. "Who wants to dance?"
“I’m gonna go to the restroom,” Hayden pops his head into the small group now huddled a little to the right of the entrance.
He’s already gone by the time Shane says alright.
“He is definitely going to find Jackie.” Svetlana laughs out.
“And that’s going to get messy,” Rose says to Svetlana like they know something Shane doesn’t.
“And that’s my sign to go grab a drink.” Shane says. Svetlana immediately points him towards the direction. "I'll meet you guys on the dance floor." He says, knowing it is probably a lie.
“Of course!” Rose says, giving Shane’s arm another squeeze.
He smiles at the two before walking in the vicinity of the drinks. He finds them rather quickly. The group of girls doing shots makes it rather easy. He moves around stray dancers, eyeing the different drinks around the table.
Nothing particular catches his eye, until he catches a Ginger ale box in the trashcan beside the Island.
Ooh.
Shane goes straight to fridge, opening it. His hopes come true when he sees a few bottles of Ginger ale on the side of the fridge.
For only one second, Shane thinks about who these drinks may belong to. He hopes it's okay.
Better to ask for forgiveness than approval. Shane reminds himself. He is trying to live by this philosophy more, especially in college.
He has been way too by the books since Owen, and he wants to change at least a little. And grabbing a drink from a frat party’s fridge counts as a step in the right direction. It counts!
He takes a sip of the ginger ale, smiling at the familiar taste.
He takes another gulp, looking around the rather large kitchen, getting out the way for the group of girls.
After another sip he turns so he can face the dance floor.
“Shit" Shane starts, his hand being jostled into his chest by some random. A splash of his drink fizzles on his shirt.
“Watch where you’re going,” he hears the culprit speak as he wipes at his shirt.
He immediately rolls his eyes, head snapping up.
“You bumped into me” Shane doesn’t like how low his voice comes out. He watches the back of the man, who is already walking away. All he can see is a blue shirt tight on the man’s shoulders and a heap of dirty blonde curls.
“Asshole.”
Shane can’t help watching the way the man’s legs look in those khaki shorts. They shouldn’t be that tight around his ass. His legs flex under the red led lights, quickly.
Shane isn’t a scared bitch. Not anymore at least. He’s been walked over and lead around by his ex for over three years. He is done with that.
So he follows him.
He tries to at least.
He gets close, almost in ear shot of the asshole, as he slithers by the drunk party go-ers.
The main reason for his failure is an even bigger heap of a man colliding with him at the corner of the hallway.
“Shit, I’m sorry!” The man grabs onto Shane’s shoulders to keep him steady. “Are you okay?” His gruff voice hits Shane’s ear.
Shane blinks a couple times, shrugging the shoulder that collided with him. He mumbles out a yeah, before opening his eyes.
The man in front of him looks a couple years older than Shane, but it could probably be due to his beard. His curls are almost fully hidden under a backwards hat, and his smile caused Shane to grin back.
“Yeah, I’m good, Thanks” Shane says, doing a bit better.
“Your shirt?” He points out.
“Yeah, that wasn’t you,” Shane tries to laugh out but ends up sighing. “Some asshole bumped into me earlier.”
“Oh shit, you really can’t catch break,” The man starts with his own low chuckle, and Shane follows again. He can do this. He can laugh along with a hot guy. “I’m Cliff.” He says, bringing his arm forward.
Shane watches Cliff look him up and down. Shane takes the time to do the same. He is a tall, strong man. Large, and burly, and very different than Owen.
Owen was a pale very blonde man, with straight hair, tight lips, and wide eyes. His long, skinny legs, and even longer torso made him great at Volleyball, and bad at relationships. So far, this college is a definite upgrade for Shane.
“Shane.”
“Nice to meet you Shane,” Cliff looks around the growing crowd. “Wanna come outside with me?” He says, bending down so Shane can hear him better, “The wind will dry the shirt“
Shane looks up to those mischievously enticing eyes and smile.
“Sure,”
——
Ilya watches his frat brother, Cliff, pulling the brunette he’s been watching outside. He bites down on his bottom lip, keeping a curse from tumbling out.
The towel he had gotten for that mystery guy is thrown onto the island table.
Конечно, это гребаный Клифф
(Of course It’s fucking Cliff.)
Ilya should’ve known not to leave that pretty, awkward man drinking a stupid ginger ale by himself. Even for a second.
What was he thinking? Cliff and him have similar types anyways, he isn’t really surprised. And it being Cliff was honestly his best option.
Cliff and him are known for getting around on campus. It’s not their fault that people find them attractive and can fuck good.
That makes one quite likable.
So, with their three years at MGU, they’ve made quite the reputation.
Ilya always laughed at the nicknames they were given throughout the years. The Russian Terminator is Cliff’s favorite of Ilya’s. Ilya was okay with it. A popular nickname of Cliff's is The Cupid Shuffle, which is Ilya’s favorite.
Honestly, Ilya prefers the simple term fuckboy. It’s straight forward and lets people know what he is there for. Fucking.
None of that kissing, and none of that lovey dovey shit. He will fuck, he will suck, he will eat out, and he will nibble.
But he will not kiss. Ever.
He kissed Svetlana back in Russia, and that almost ended their friendship. And as nice as it was, it didn’t compare to anything related to his dick.
Everyone he’s been with since moving here knows this. Or becomes aware of it very quickly. And if they don’t like it, they move on to Cliff. It's the perfect way of doing things.
He’s twenty one, at the start of his very long prime. There’s nothing wrong with this. It’s normal for a hot college student to get around. That’s the point of college.
If anything, he thinks Cliff is worse than him. Kissing everybody he is with, even if there’s no feelings there.
Kissing is initimate. And honestly, not enough people are good at. Ilya never had that urge to really want to kiss anyone at MGU anyways. He does get the urge to fuck nasty though. And that urge is climbing quickly for the brunette walking out of the house.
He had caught a glimpse of him earlier, when he walked in with Rose and stupid Hayden. Svet had pointed to Rose in glee when she saw her, before leaving Ilya’s side.
His eyes followed her run to her friend, and then quickly moved to the mystery guy’s built. His arms were huge, and his pecs showed against his shirt.
Hayden blocked his sight for a split second, causing him to roll his eyes. The ugly redhead seemed to be looking for someone.
He tried to be cool about it, but Ilya can see the urgency in his eyes. Hopefully he doesn’t find Jackie. Ilya swore he saw her going upstairs with Carter earlier.
His eyes flashed back to the man as his doe eyes scanned the area. Ilya had made sure to look away, taking a sip of his beer when the man’s eyes crossed over him.
A specific conversation between Svet and him came to mind at that moment. She had told him how an old friend of Rose was transferring to their college.
Ilya also knew that they were getting a new member to the Hockey team, which was odd in the middle of the semester, and surely a coincidence.
That's what Ilya thought, until having seen him up close. Well close enough. There’s no way this man wasn’t a hockey player. Ilya couldn’t help but wonder how deep his V line is.
He watched as the seemingly-to-himself man examined the many expensive drinks displayed on the table, and still turned to the fridge.
Ilya tried to focus on the woman latched to him. Between the time it took the man to get from the front door to fridge, a pretty blonde had danced her way up to Ilya.
The dancing got dirty quickly, and Ilya let his hands rest on her hips as she grinds against him.
Ilya turned so he can watch the brunette more closely, because why is he opening his fridge. The drinks are behind him.
The woman turned in Ilya’s arm, bringing her lips to his neck. A few times, she tried to kiss up his face, but a slight tilt of his head and a squeeze to her ass was enough to satisfy them both.
The man took out a ginger ale.
A ginger ale? How boring, Ilya thought.
Ilya pulled away from the woman as a plan popped into his head. Was it the best plan? No. Was Ilya still going to do it?
He walked quickly, eyes trained on the stairs further down the long hallway. As he passed by the man, he turns just so that his arm knocks into his shoulder.
He can’t help the smirk as he watched the drink spill onto this man’s tight button up. He tears his eyes away quick, telling the man to watch out as he speeds off to his room.
But now Ilya is rather pissed.
His plan failed. The asshole-sweet guy play can’t work if he isn’t able to make it up and be the sweet guy.
Now he’s just an asshole.
And in a haste, he had left the hot girl who had whispered all the things she wanted him to do to her later.
He (most likely) gave up the sure thing for this odd man. Trying to go back to the woman doesn’t appeal to Ilya at all. He can’t give up on this man now.
He decides it’s time for a smoke.
He grabs the pre roll and lighter on the counter, putting it in his pocket before heading out.
He walks out slowly, trying to get acclimated to the sudden drop in volume and heat when he steps outside.
He finds Cliff on the bottom of the steps, with the man sitting right next to him. Very close to him, actually.
It’s impossible not to miss the two huge men hunched over.
He walks down slowly, watching as Cliff waves his own joint around as he talks. It hasn’t been lit yet. Good.
He kicks Cliff in the back. Lightly.
“Yo,”
“Man what?” Cliff says, adjusting the Raiders hat he has on. He doesn’t move his head to look at Ilya.
“Svet wants you.” Ilya says coolly, not looking at the man whose name he needs to find out.
Ilya watches as Cliff whispers something to the man. He also listens to how the man chuckles. He can make him laugh more than that.
Cliff finally looks back at Ilya. But with a glare. He knows exactly what Ilya wants.
Those three words are a little code to tell the other to scram. And the only reason Ilya knew Cliff would listen is because of how often Ilya has listened when Cliff used it.
Still, this specific circumstance has Cliff rightfully pissed right off. He gets up, muttering, and Ilya watches with narrowed eyes.
The two walk up a couple of the stairs, moving to the opposite railing.
The brunette man turns to see who stole his talking buddy from him.
Ilya starts his signature smile, and as he watches the boys face illuminate from the outside light, his head tilts.
A row of freckles adorn his nose and cheek, or maybe it’s a bunch of tiny knats or something. It is that season. He watches the small glint on his bottom lip.
“What do u want?” Cliff mumbles through clenched teeth.
Ilya eye’s move back to Cliff’s. “Let me just talk to him,”
“Why?”
He doesn't answer, just says, “You can hang with Svet for real this time.”
“Man you know she’s into Rose,”
“Don’t count yourself out a three way,” Ilya says too seriously.
Cliff laughs and shakes his head, “Whatever man," he says, looking back at the handsome brunette on the steps, and Ilya wants to flick him in the forehead., "You owe me for this. ”
He rolls his eyes at that, “Please, you can always have him tomorrow.”
Cliff gives him a pat on the back, muttering something low, before waking inside.
He takes a deep breath, smiling down at the man whose is definitely not happy. Ilya watches the way his head follows him as he walks down the steps.
The closer he gets to this mysterious man, the more he understands why Cliff was so upset. This is the most gorgeous person he’s ever seen.
Ilya is not deterred when the man turns back around. If anything, that makes him smile harder as he sits down beside him.
“Hey handsome, I don’t think we’ve met?”
——
Shane cannot stand this cocky and pretty man in front of him. How can he act like he didn’t bump his drink into Shane? And blamed him for it. And walked away like nothing happened. And it was definitely him. He can tell by the way his curls sit on his neck.
He takes a breath so he doesn’t upset himself again. He examines the cool smile on the man's lips and the soft sparkle in his eyes. Maybe he really didn’t notice. But either way, he should've.
Shane still wants to tell him off, but it is kind of hard with how pretty this man is.
“We’ve met.” He responds instead, looking away from the enchanting eyes. The hazel eyes look blue out in the moonlight.
“Have we?”
Shane looks down expressively, at the drying stain right below his pec. It’s not like it’s hard to see. Shane’s nipple is definitely protruding through the fabric, and the only saving grace is that it makes him look hot as fuck.
That is, at least, what Cliff had told him when they bumped into one another. Cliff had been so much more polite, so he is wondering why he is even giving this other man the time of night.
He should’ve followed Cliff back into the party.
“What’s your name?”
And yet.
“Shane.”
“Shane,” The man repeats, nodding. “I’m Ilya.”
Go figures
Shane doesn’t do the best job at hiding his expression.
“So you’ve heard of me?”
“A little.”
“I’m flattered”
Don’t be.
Shane almost laughs at his own thought. Instead he says,
“What do you want?”
Ilya smiles, and Shane watches him take a joint and a lighter out of his pocket.
“To get to know you”
Shane’s eyebrows frown, his eyes narrowing.
“You’re obviously new. I haven’t seen you around before. And you’re at my party. It would be impolite to not say hi.”
Shane listens to how pretty the words flow off his tongue. That russian accent automatically brings a slight tinge to the bottom of his stomach.
It also brings warning signs to his brain.
“Impolite huh?”
“Mhm,” Ilya says, lighting the joint, “And I’m anything but.”
Shane looks away from that pretty smirk as Ilya takes a long hit.
He starts to think of something passively snarky about his spilled drink, but Ilya is already asking him a question, “You smoke?”
“Not really, I try not to cause of hockey,” he says, eyes watching the smoke disappear into the night sky.
“Ahh," Shane watches Ilya have his own epiphany. "You’re that Shane. Welcome to the MGU Hockey team.”
“You’re on the team?”
“Co captain” Ilya nods, taking another pull.
Shane smiles, “Can’t wait to meet the team.”
Shane’s head tilts as he watches Ilya. “You’ve already met the other captain, Cliff.”
“Huh, small world?” Shane says, finishing off his ginger ale.
Ilya takes the empty bottle from Shane, setting it out the way.
“Thanks,” Shane mutters as Ilya begins to say, “You won’t smoke for me?”
“I try not to, to keep my body right.”
“That’s smart. It can help you get out of your head, though.” Ilya says seeming to be more in his head than he is. "I can tell you're in there."
Shane bites at his lip. “Cliff couldn’t get me to hit his.”
“I’m not Cliff.”
That causes another smile to sneak through Shane’s lip bite. He looks around, not being able to see faces in the dark sky.
He can see a few glowing phone screens, and can hear loud singing and music from behind him.
Shane really does want to get out of his head.
“Fine,” He says, pushing up on the stairs. Ilya follows suit.
“What are you doing?” He asks, once fully standing.
“If I’m going to smoke, I don’t want to be by others, let's walk a little” Shane says.
“Okay, lead the way”
“I don’t know the way” He says flatly.
“Oh, oh yeah” Ilya says quickly watching the way Shane’s mouth opens as he laughs.
Shane follows beside Ilya as they walk a loop of the cul-de-sac. They talk a little more about hockey, and about a small gray cat Ilya calls the “neighborhood menace.”
Shane ignores every flirt attempt from Ilya.
"You have beautiful freckles," Ilya says, tilting his head as he looks down at Shane.
"Thank you," he responds.
Okay.. Almost every attempt.
And finally as they pass a curve in the sidewalk, Shane is ready for a hit.
Ilya says he will show him how to first, and so Shane watches as Ilya slowly brings the joint to his mouth.
Shane’s attention tries to stay on exactly what Ilya is doing, but it can’t help but analyze his high cheekbones, his facial hair, and his plump lips.
And then suddenly Ilya is coughing. The cough lasts a few seconds, more than a few seconds, and Shane even pats his back a few times.
It does nothing.
His coughing attracts the “menace” cat too, causing Ilya to scream cough, and Shane to burst into laughter.
Finally, when Ilya stops coughing and tears are in both of their eyes, Shane does his best to bring his laughter to a stop.
“See that’s what I’m afraid of” he says, wiping a tear from his eyelid.
“Fine,” Ilya says, clearing his throat, his eyes following Shane's hand.
He grabs onto Shane’s arm. “I have a better idea” Shane watches Ilya's eye float around. “Open your mouth.”
Shane does as he’s told.
Ilya puts the spliff in his mouth to prevent a wide grin. He takes a quick hit, moving the joint before leaning into Shane. He stops when there’s about an inch between them, and blows softly.
Shane still coughs, and Ilya wipes the lingering spit off the pretty boy’s lips. He can’t tear his eyes away from them. It’s odd. The way his bottom lip is in a permanent pout.
Ilya shakes his head softly, breathing out hard. “Let’s go back to the room, it’s getting dark.” Ilya says, looking behind Shane.
“It’s been dark.” Shane shoots back. He feels good. And it could mainly be the placebo effect, or the Ilya effect, but he wants it to continue, “Give me another hit.”
Ilya gives him that hit. His hand reaches behind Shane’s head to keep him steady.
They’re lips accidentally touch. And then collide.
Ilya lips takes over Shane’s, but he doesn’t back down, his tongue lapping against Ilya’s.
Ilya leads him to a nearby tree, his hands trailing up Shane’s neck as he continues the sloppy kiss.
Ilya won't think too much about this.
He pulls away softly, “Come back to the room.”
“Okay.”
——
Shane is excited. How can he not be.
Yeah, he knows Ilya’s reputation, but that’s what he wants anyways. He isn’t looking for a relationship. And the way Ilya kissed him earlier is enough for Shane to go along with what Ilya wants.
He is looking to be fucked. Hard. And from what he’s learned, Ilya is the one for that.
Shane is so excited that by the time they close the door to Ilya’s room, he is already on his knees.
If Ilya is surprised, he doesn’t show it, moving quickly to his shorts. He helps Shane push them down, and in seconds Shane is completely around him.
Ilya has to put his hand on the door to keep his balance, and composure.
Shane knows exactly what he’s doing, his head bobbing up and down, and his hand doing the same underneath. In seconds, Ilya is trying to pull Shane off.
“Shane, I’m gonna com—”
Shane continues, faster, sucking in harder. Apparently, the pulls to Shane’s hair is a signal to him to deep throat Ilya.
“Sh- Shan—“ Ilya moans harsh, doubling into Shane as the man uses his free hand to graze his balls.
His hands that were just pulling at the brunette locks are now pushing Shane into him more.
Shane smiles against Ilya’s curls.
He holds on, tongue lapping on his base, until Ilya is the one pushing him off again. Ilya tries, (and fails) to roll his eyes as he pulls Shane up, looking below his eyes.
Shane makes sure to hold his smirk. The hardest part was not full on smiling.
It happens really quickly, but his lips find Shane’s again.
It’s not Ilya’s fault.
The way Shane’s head’s pulled up, his eyes sparkling through long lashes, and his cute mouth agape.
Fuck.
He needs those lips.
So he takes them.
Again.
The kiss is really good.
Too good.
Ilya keeps kissing him again, and again, pulling him down and towards the bed. Ilya pulls Shane over him as they fall onto the bed. He doesn’t truly know what has gotten into him.
It’s just the way Shane's lips sit right below those constellation of freckles and how they move frantically when he was talking about his dream hockey coac— yeah there’s no way he wasn't going to kiss Shane.
Ilya can feel Shane’s clothed dick rubbing against his bare one. Ilya knows he should suck Shane off now. Or somehow try and fuck him hard until he is begging for more.
But at this specific moment, he can’t manage to detach his lips from Shane. The way Shane’s mouth moves with his, the small moans coming out, truly has Ilya hypnotized.
Ilya grabs onto Shane’s ass as the man grinds harder on his thigh.
“Ride me baby,” He guides Shane into him with his grip, letting Shane chase his release. “Ride me,”
He takes in the moment, loving the vibrations against his tongue from Shane’s moan, and how he can tell when he’s getting close. He kneads his ass harder when Shane slows his grind for a bit.
Ilya can hear himself moaning into Shane’s mouth, his ears prickling and his tongue itching for more. Shane’s pace increases, and Ilya begins to match it from underneath.
“Fuck,” Shane moans hard into Ilya’s mouth, his hips twitching as he cums in his pants. He rides out the orgasm, grinding against Ilya's thigh. Ilya can feel the slight wet spot against his now hardened dick.
“I’m hard again,” Ilya says licking at Shane’s lips. “Let’s fuck.”
There’s no way Shane would say no.
“Okay,”
And as Ilya takes off Shane’s now stained pants, he brings his mouth to the side of Shane’s neck. Ilya moves Shane around, so he is on his back with Ilya hovering over him.
He grabs some cooling lube, squirting it over Shane’s hole and his own cock. He does shallow pushes of him thumb into Shane’s hole, watching the gel move around.
He places mores kisses across Shane’s lips, and ears, nose, and neck, as he stretches him out. He does so calmly, patiently, watching the way he squirms underneath him.
By the time Ilya is entering him, Shane’s earlier wrung out dick is half hard.
Ilya doesn’t recognize himself as he fucks into Shane. His lips stay attached to Shane’s, as he grinds nice and slow. He keeps a tempo that has Shane grinding up into him.
"You're so hot" Ilya mutters against Shane's lips, "I’m already obsessed with fucking your tight hole."
Ilya swallows every one of Shane’s moans. His thrusts get deeper when he feels Shane’s nails grasping against his back.
Fuck, he wants to see the marks tomorrow. He thrusts in more, circling his hips to get a more deeper angle and dig of Shane’s nails into his back.
He continues fucking and kissing, bringing one hand down between them. He uses some of the lingering lube that covers Shane’s ass to coat his hand.
Ilya moans out with Shane as he wraps his slick hand around Shane’s thick dick. He thrusts his hand in tune with his hips, chasing each and every moan from the supple man.
Shane comes into Ilya’s hand in seconds, with Ilya dumping into the condom he slipped on, right after. He stays in, pulling back slightly to see the way Shane’s head falls back, and the way his lips tremble.
God, he’s hot.
Ilya hugs Shane, pulling out and placing kisses on every one of Shane’s freckles.
Ilya doesn’t understand what got into him. At all. But he is going to wait to ruminate about that if there’s a slight possibility of seeing Shane again.
Shane finally wakes an hour or so later to the sound of the shower running.
Shane finds his clothes, making sure the stain on his pants isn’t noticeable, before stumbling out of the room.
He rubs his eyes as he gets used to the led lights stringing along the staircase. He is only half shocked to see his friends downstairs in the living room, playing uno.
The music had been switched to a more mellow vibe, and the lights are now blue overhead. This kind of feels like a dream. The only thing keeping him in reality is the tingling from his lips.
He sees Rose, Svetlana, Hayden, Jackie, Cliff, and some other guy all sitting around in a circle, cards laid out in the middle.
“Heyyy!” Rose slurs out, Svetlana giving a big wave to Shane as he approaches.
“He’s alive!” Hayden says, arms raising.
There are a few others laid out on the couch behind them, asleep.
“Where were you?” Rose asks innocently, placing down a yellow 6.
“Uno!” Svetlana calls! “Pick up two!” She says already grabbing the cards for Rose. Rose surprisingly takes them with little complaints.
Shane decides this is a good enough crowd to spill to.
He has to tell someone, and by the look of it they may not remember by the next day anyways.
“I- I fucked Ilya” He didn’t really know a better way to say it.
“I knew it!!” Rose says with a laugh, swinging her cards in the air.
“Nooo,” Hayden complains rather comically, putting down his card.
Ooh’s comes from the others, and Shane looks over to see a slightly smirking Cliff shaking his head.
He has that quirk in common with Ilya, Shane thinks.
Something about the small crowd’s undivided attention, or the barely there buzz from the weed has Shane wanting to say more. He licks his bottom lip, before going to sit down by Rose.
“He’s a great kisser.” He adds.
“What???” Every single one of them call out. He pauses in a kneeling position, taken a back by the unison.
If this was a movie, Shane would’ve sworn the people sleeping would’ve also jumped up yelling “what?”
Shane can’t help the small giggle at the dismay and shock across the group. He is definitely missing something.
“What?" He says, looking around the group, "Is he like known for being a bad kisser?”
He follows a snicker coming from Cliff.
“Not quite.” Svetlana says before he can ask him about it.
“How was the sex though?” Rose asks, leaning in on her elbow, her cards long forgotten on the carpet.
“Rose!” Hayden scolds. “Not the time, we just found out the terminator actually kisses.”
“What are you guys talking about?”
“Rozanov never kisses anyone. That’s like his thing.”
That's hard to believe.
Shane doesn't get the chance to say this because Svetlana is already adding on, “That and being a good, hard fuck,”
Hayden rolls his eyes. Rose giggles.
“How was the sex?” Svetlana asks, holding onto Rose’s nosiness.
This time no one says anything. Including Shane.
“Fine, fine, I’ll just say Ilya is known for making it so you can’t walk. And you seemed to be fine enough. And you said he kissed you!" She takes a sip of whatever is in her red cup, "I’m just curious what you guys were doing in there!” Svetlana slurs out.
Shane frowns.
Rose slaps at Svetlana's leg.
“I’m sorry, i didn’t mean to overs—
“No, it’s fine.” Shane brings his face to more a neutral expression. “I’m going to go talk to him about that.”
“Why?” Svetlana asks .
“Yes do that!” Rose adds at the same time, with Jackie backing her up. The guys are silent. Shane decides not to look at them right now.
“Because—
Because I want to know how it feels to get fucked dirty. And if the kissing is a one night thing, I want it for the whole night.
“Because I’m as curious as you now. So i’m going to find out.” He says, snagging Hayden’s beer and taking a deep chug. “Don’t you guys want more drama? I will get that for you” Shane says, standing back up.
They agree rather quickly. Shane smiles to himself. It’s not even his first day at this college and he already feels more loved and seen than he did at Lincoln University.
He turns away from the crowd, who reluctantly start back at their uno game. There are only a few more whistles and calls from them as Shane walks back up the stairs.
——
Ilya sits up quickly as he watches his doorknob jiggle. He had gotten out the shower a little bit ago and was disappointed to see Shane gone. Why did he leave?
Why do I care?
He is about to chastise who ever is walking into his bedroom without knocking, until he catches a glimpse of the short hair.
He watches Shane walk into the room, closing the door softly. He forgets what he was about to say.
Shane turns to face Ilya quickly, his eyebrows and lips scrunched in such an adorable way. Ilya can’t help but smile. He wants to kiss that frown away.
His head jerks slightly at the thought.
Where did this guy come from?
“What’s wrong?”
“I want the terminator special!” He says, and Ilya can’t tell if that voice crack was intentional.
“What are you talking about?” He laughs out
“I want to fuck without kissing”
Ohhh.
Oh
“I- Who told you that?”
“Word gets around."
“I-
“People keep saying how you are this dirty, straight to it fuck boy, but i didn’t get that.”
Ilya sits all the way up, “You didn’t like what you got.”
Ilya watches Shane’s eyes widened quickly, his hand going up,
“No no, I did.” He bites his lip, “I really did, but,” he pauses, before sighing “To make it even, some context on me is that I just broke up with a cheating boyfriend who sucked at giving me what I want.” He twiddles his fingers, but Ilya keeps his eyes on the big brown ones.
“I want to be fucked so hard I forget who I am.” He says, switching weight from one foot to the other. “So. Give me what I want.” That authoritative tone he was trying to hold shrinks quick, as does his volume.
Ilya almost teases him.
Almost.
He doesn’t know him well enough for that yet. He is also too horny right now to do anything else but giving him what he wants.
“Come here,”
“No you come here,” Shane doesn’t mean to be bratty, as he still takes a step closer. His steps falter, though, at Ilya’s sexy smirk.
Ilya stands up quickly, and in seconds is in front of Shane. Shane can only yelp as he is lifted up into Ilya, Ilya’s hands finding position under his ass.
Ilya walks Shane to the bed before plopping him down. He doesn't give Shane much time before he is climbing over him.
Before Shane knows better, Ilya is sliding off his jeans for the second time that night.
Ilya licks up Shane’s thighs, up to his wringed out dick, before licking up his belly. Shane tries to not clench at the wet finger circling his tight hole.
Although he is still loose enough from earlier, Ilya takes him time, pushing in the lube coated finger. Shane can’t help but smile at Ilya when they make eye contact.
“Flip over,” Ilya says, and Shane does so. He laughs. But he still does so.
“You wanted to kiss me, huh?” Shane says as he flips on his stomach. He pushes up in his elbows, arching his back, and pushing his ass up to give Ilya a good angle.
“Nah,” Ilya lies. He pushes another finger, before Shane can call him out.
Shane lets Ilya work, stifling his moans against the gray pillow. Ilya is quiet for a bit as he works his mouth and fingers into Shane.
Finally, Shane can feel Ilya’s head rubbed against his ass cheek. He doesn’t mean to, but he gives his ass a little wiggle against it.
“You ever come hands free?” Ilya says fast, harshly.
“N-no” Shane tries to say but instead moans as Ilya fully pushes into him. It goes in rather smoothly, but Shane still lets out a soft “Asshole” by the time Ilya is grinding into him.
“Get ready to baby,” He brings his lips down, giving a small kiss to Shane’s right earlobe. “And no kissing,” he whispers into his ear.
He smiles as Shane shivers against his lips.
“No kissing,” Shane repeats, a lot more definitively. Shane has his own mission in mind. He wants to see if he can truly forget about his problems for the rest of the night.
Ilya already proved himself to be at least a situationship for his next few years at MGU. But what’s wrong with checking one’s work. He will see if Ilya can listen, and fuck him into oblivion.
Ilya starts a slow, but deep pace, bringing Shane's mind to solely feeling good. Shane begins fucking back.
“Mmm” Ilya moans, his hands going to Shane’s shoulders.
His speed increases quickly, and he uses his grip on Shane’s shoulders for leverage
The bed creaks underneath him, covering the slapping of Ilya’s thighs against Shane’s round ass. It’s doesn’t hide the slaps Ilya lands on the side of his ass cheek though.
He’s mesmerized by the way his hand mark eventually stays on his ass. Or by the way his back tenses with every thrust.
“Mm, fuck,” Ilya leans in, pumping harder and harder. Shane’s moans are barely muffled in by the pillow now containing bite marks.
Ilya can tell Shane is getting close already, by the way his hips start to stutter with every attempt to fuck back.
“Keep going baby,” Ilya moves one hand away from Shane’s shoulder, grazing it down his back, “You wanted it,” he grunts out with each thrust, “So take it.”
His thumb brushes the flushed area between Shane’s balls and ass. He pushes down, as he fucks as fast as he can without cumming inside him. Not yet.
He feels Shane’s back tremble.
"Hold on, baby you can take it."
“Ohh fuckk, Ilya—” Shane’s head shoot’s up, “Fuckkkk” he cries out, his legs starting to shake. He is no longer fucking back, but that’s okay for Ilya.
“I’m c-close.” Shane moans out like Ilya didn’t know. He is practically holding up Shane, as he delivers another couple deep thrusts before pulling out.
Shane actually whines, huffing and thrashing his limbs in complaint. Ilya is already flipping him over and pushing back into him.
“Fuckk” Shane moans out, legs squirming underneath Ilya.
Ilya starts to increase the pace again, grabbing at Shane’s thigh and lifting them up so Shane’s knees are up near his pretty brown hair.
He leans into him, pushing Shane’s leg further up into his chest. With his hands gripping the mattress, he starts a shallow motion, giving Shane time to get used to the elevated feet position.
He gives Shane a little more, breathing in Shane’s nails against his back.
Ilya stutters against him, trying to pace himself. But Shane’s whines and moans are making it hard to not go all the way in.
“More,” Shane mutters out, “more”
Ilya obliges.
He brings his arm to the sides of Shane’s face, thrusting all the way in. He can’t stop staring into Shane’s brown eyes. The drunken haze against his features is an addicting sight.
And an even more addicting sight is Shane’s pouty lips just a little ways down.
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(Holy shit)
Shane feels impossibly even more tight around Ilya as he sets a dangerous pace.
And maybe he does what he does next because Shane is being a bit too loud. Or maybe it’s because of how plump and kissable his lips are looking underneath him.
Fuck,
This is the problem.
Ilya brings his hand over Shane’s lips fast, palming it to the side so he can still breath out of his nose.
With the other hand holding him in place by his ear, Ilya fucks into him hard. Thrust after thrust has Shane moaning and licking into Ilya’s hand.
It makes him fuck deeper, then quicker, as he can feel his balls tense with every slap against Shane’s ass.
The sensations and atmosphere has both of their eyes rolling back. Ilya tries his best to keep his in check so he can see the white in Shane’s eyes. It’s so fucking hot.
This man is so fucking hot.
The licks to his palm start to tickle, so Ilya brings his thumb across the opening of Shane’s lips. Shane’s mouth opens immediately.
Ilya pushes his thumb deep into Shane’s mouth as the dazed man sucks and sucks. His tongue swirls across Ilya’s thumb causing him to curse out.
He can feel himself losing control. He can feel the way his nerves tighten in his legs, the way his hips start to stutter. But he is not ready to end this. Not yet.
Ilya doesn’t realize they have fucked across the entire bed, until he sees Shane’s head bobbing to stay up. Both of his hands immediately move to the back his head, hopefully relieving the strain from his neck.
He trains his eyes on Shane’s, even as the glistening man struggles to look back. Ilya's eyes start to drop to those pretty pretty lips.
He slows his thrusts, deepening with every push. He can feel Shane’s walls squeeze around his dick, causing his head to bob forward.
“I’m sorry,” Ilya whispers and before Shane can say anything, he closes the distance. His mouth captures Shane’s easily.
They kiss as Ilya hips falter into a grinding motion.
“Fuck Ily—“ Shane says, his cum shooting out between their chests.
Ilya presses into him as he brings his tongue as far down Shane’s throat as possible.
He tries to catch every moan and shiver that comes from the pliant man underneath him. Their mouths move so fluid together, even as Ilya’s head starts to buzz.
“You fucked me so good, Ilya, so good,” Shane moans against his mouth.
“I’m gonna cum,” Ilya repeats in between licks and nibbles. He can feel his dick twitch in Shane’s tight hole.
“Yes, cum for me. Please cum in me.” Shane squeezes around Ilya, and his vision goes black. He can still hear Shane’s incoherent babbles that are bringing Ilya closer and closer to release.
Shane squeezes again.
And Ilya shoots into him, letting the feeling of the cum spreading in the condom bring him back to reality. He shivers through the kiss as Shane takes control.
He continues his slow grind into Shane as every last drop is pushed out. His limbs feel like jelly, and he moves Shane over so they can lay comfortably connected.
He keeps kissing Shane until his dick vibrates from the inside out. He pulls out slowly, his soft groan being muffled by Shane’s.
“We said no kissing.” Shane finally says, trying to catch his breath and frown at the same time. It doesn’t send the right signals due to him going in for a kiss right after.
“I’m sorry.” Ilya says, pulling back for a second. “I couldn’t help it.”
“We’ll have to work on that.” Shane mutters out, before bringing his lips to Ilya’s neck.
Ilya smiles to himself, his hands gripping onto Shane’s thigh and back, “Yes, we will.”
They share another kiss.