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Shane felt silly.
He knew that this was nothing serious to Ilya, the gorgeous, experienced Alpha who did whatever and whoever he wanted wherever he wanted. They had an arrangement of sorts, in which they had hooked up a few times when they were in the same city and texted a lot, but there was no actual established relationship between the two of them. They were not exclusive, nor did they have any labels specifying what they were.
They were just hook-up buddies. And Shane was fine with that. It was convenient for the both of them, since they both agreed to keep it a secret and they were in the same situation.
Except for the fact that, in certain moments, Shane’s heart ached when he thought about what they had. It confused him, he didn’t want to be tied to anyone right now, let alone Ilya Rozanov. But he could not stop thinking about him. The consistent text messages over the past years cemented Ilya’s place in Shane’s head. Clearly, Ilya liked him enough to text him on a frequent basis and to proposition him every time they were anywhere near each other. But he had no way of knowing if it meant anything more to Ilya. Which hurt, because after tonight, whatever they had meant something to Shane.
He felt pathetic, sitting on the stairs of his apartment, blissed out after getting fucked by Ilya Rozanov. His omega felt content and peaceful after getting what he’d been waiting two years for. It wasn’t his first time having sex and it wasn’t even his first time with an alpha. His ex-girlfriend had been an alpha and they did have sex a few times. It was… fine. She had wanted him to do a majority of the work, and he obliged and they had both cum and it was fine. He broke it off with her after meeting Ilya, a fact which he did not want to examine any further. Since then, he had hooked up with a few other women, in the gaps between him and Ilya’s hookups, but it was all relatively unsatisfying. It had gotten to the point where Shane wondered if he was asexual, because he struggled to maintain arousal with these female alphas.
The only person that made him feel anything positive during sex was Ilya Rozanov. Shane spent two years in denial of this. The NHL required all players to be on suppressants during the season and they did not disclose the statuses of players to the public, due to Omega Protection Laws. Most of his teammates were unaware of Shane’s omega status, as it was still incredibly stigmatized to be an omega in the NHL. Somehow, Rozanov had figured it out in two seconds all those years ago and broken through Shane’s defenses. Their hookups in hotel rooms had been the hottest and most confusing experiences of his life and they hadn’t even had actual penetrative sex until tonight.
And actually getting fucked by Ilya had blown every other sexual experience he’d ever had out of the water. Ilya was so much more considerate than any of his past partners had ever been. He’d checked in with him throughout the night, making sure that Shane was okay and enjoying himself. They worked through years of teasing and passion, built up through texts and competition on the ice. Ilya peppered him with soft kisses all along his body, took his time stretching him open, and went as slow as Shane needed him to, increasing in speed and intensity as Shane became more comfortable and thus more needy. Shane couldn’t even be embarrassed about coming early without a single touch to his cock while Ilya was fucking him, because it had just felt so incredibly good. Shane came once more on Ilya’s cock, and it was when his knot finally locked into place. Ilya’s cock filled him so well, and his knot had been exactly what Shane needed. While Ilya’s knot deflated, Ilya held Shane in his arms, kissed his forehead, and then focused on rubbing up and down his back and just scenting his neck, pressing kisses to the area, focusing in on his scent gland.
Shane was so fucked, literally and emotionally. The rational part of his brain hated that sex with Ilya had felt so good. Before tonight, he could’ve just continued to pretend that Ilya wasn’t the only one who made him feel good. But, apparently, Ilya Rozanov was just so good at sex that it confirmed that Shane did in fact like sex (at least when it was with Ilya Rozanov). He felt taken care of and his head was in the clouds. Ilya had checked-in throughout their night, making sure that Shane was okay in a way that no one had ever done before. He used to walk away from sex feeling gross and used, but Ilya’s care and softness made a huge difference. Ilya was also so talented with his monster of a cock, Shane’s omega was so satisfied.
He’d never felt so blissful. His head was empty of thoughts outside of Ilya. He couldn’t even bring himself to be embarrassed about any of it, because it had felt so good and he felt so good in this moment. The fact that he had whimpered and practically cried on Ilya’s cock didn’t matter right now, because he just felt good. Ilya had helped him get dressed again, taking the time to carefully put his limbs back into his own clothes.
Now, Ilya was in front of him, tying his shoes. He seemed satisfied with himself, and Shane couldn’t blame him one bit. Shane would also be proud of himself if he’d put someone through the mattress the way that Ilya did to Shane. Unfortunately and maybe fortunately for Shane’s heart, Ilya had to leave to return to his team before it was time for curfew. So, they made their way into the stairwell of Shane’s building, where Shane sat, with his face nuzzled into Ilya’s jacket. He wanted to soak up as much of Ilya’s scent as possible, so that he’d remember it long after Ilya left. Ilya smelled of pine forests and sandalwood, incredibly warm and masculine and Shane’s omega loved it.
Shane could barely keep his eyes open, but he wanted to talk with Ilya, so he asked some questions about the upcoming Olympics that Ilya did not seem interested in answering. Ilya lowered himself so that their faces were close together.
“Do you remember when I made you cum hands free?” A smile overtook Ilya’s face, accompanying his light, teasing tone. Shane felt his face flush and groaned.
“Go fuck yourself Rozanov,” Shane replied, closing his eyes. He was unable to stop the smile from crossing his face.
“Such a good trick,” Ilya almost purred, and Shane’s heart danced in response. The praise went right to the omega side of him, and if he hadn’t already cum a few times, it would’ve been enough to get him going again.
“Your cab is definitely here,” Shane whispered, saying it quietly for fear that saying it any louder would make Ilya disappear. He could feel Ilya’s breath on his cheeks and leaned his face forwards, waiting for Ilya’s lips to meet his. The two kisses they shared were brief and chaste, but not devoid of feeling. Shane’s grip tightened on the jacket in his arms, hoping not to have to part with it. Ilya needed it on the cold Montreal night, and he took it from Shane’s hands.
“Bye,” Ilya whispered, for a moment looking almost as sad as Shane was beginning to feel. He put on the dark denim jacket and went out the door.
“Bye,” Shane replied to the closing door, a tear slipping from his eye and down his cheek. He stayed there on the step, his back braced against the balusters, until he felt well enough to move back to his bed. There, his omega delighted in the fact that the sheets smelled of Ilya, his face pressing into the pillows to absorb as much scent as possible. Shane stayed like that until he fell asleep, dreaming of pinewood forests and Russian bears.