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The Centaurs had been lucky that the Boston weather was being so kind to them in mid-March. They’d left Ottawa a day early to avoid travel delays from an incoming snowstorm, and it meant having a rest day to explore the city before tomorrow’s morning skate.
The energy floating over the team felt less than ideal lately, and Shane chalked it up to the exhaustion of the season mixed with the stress of looming playoffs. The team was grateful to have had the day as a physical and emotional reset, and they split up to accomplish that reset accordingly.
Bood and Hazy had been set on visiting the bar from the tv show Cheers, and Shane had surprised Ilya with dinner reservations at one of his husband’s favorite restaurants – a place he had frequented during his time on the Bears. And second-year rookie Luca Haas had skipped out on the Faneuil Hall foodie tour with the other younger Centaurs, telling them he just wanted to spend the day catching up on sleep.
But Haas conveniently failed to mention that he was planning on taking insomnia pills he had bought online from a supplement store – the melatonin just wasn’t doing anything for him anymore, and he was desperate for the extra rest.
Ilya and Shane had just gotten back to their shared hotel suite from dinner when they heard thumping on the door and a muffled voice from the hallway.
“Are you here yet? Cap?!”
The Centaurs captain was not expecting to find one of the team’s younger players on the other side of the door. Young looked like he had run up several flights of stairs, but also seemed genuinely worried, and that’s the part that made Ilya’s entire focus change.
“Are you ok? What’s going on?”
Young immediately started rambling.
“It was supposed to be for sleep but now it won’t go down and he’s crying and we Googled it and we don’t know what else to do and–”
“Whoa! Whoa, slow down.” Ilya put his hands on Young’s shoulders. “Who are we talking about?”
“Haas. My roommate.”
“And Haas is hurt?”
“Um, kind of?” Young looked like his mind was wrestling with something complicated.
Ilya let go of him as Shane joined them at the door. “What’s going on?”
“I just thought maybe the two of you would know more about how to fix this.”
Ilya tried again. “And what exactly happened?”
“He thought he was taking a pill for sleep or anxiety or something, but I think the shop gave him something else. Or it was a scam. I don’t know what it actually was. But now it won’t go down and it’s been over an hour.”
Shane looked annoyed. “Haas bought medication without a prescription? From a random person on the street?”
"No, no," Young said. "From the internet."
"I can't decide if that's worse or not."
Ilya was more concerned with the second part of what Young had told them. He emphasized each word intensely as he spoke.
“What won’t go down?”
Young dropped his eyes to the floor. “His… his erection. It won’t go down.”
Shane looked confused. “And you think the two of us are what?! Experts on this?”
“I mean, yeah. Pretty much. But you’re also like... real adults. More responsible than us anyway. Google said after three hours we should go to the hospital, but Haas is losing his shit, and he’s tried to… you know… handle it himself. But it hurts so much I could hear him crying through the bathroom door.”
Ilya and Shane shared a glance. They had dealt with their fair share of antics and shenanigans from teammates on road trips over the years, but this was definitely a first.
Ilya held up his palm as if to tell Young to wait there, and then shut the door, leaving him alone in the hallway.
After a few minutes of silence, the 23-year old was fearful that the two veteran players might have abandoned him, and he was both relieved and terrified when Ilya opened the door again wearing sweatpants and a simple tee. It wasn’t the outfit that caught Young off-guard, but the fact that Ilya’s eyes looked hostile.
“Ok,” Ilya said. “I come with you now. Shane comes in a few minutes with supplies.”
“Supplies?”
“Da.”
Ilya followed Young down two flights of stairs and walked behind him into the hotel room.
"Ilya?" Luca's voice called out from the bathroom.
"Yeah, it's just us," Young said.
"Come out here, please," Ilya yelled. "He told me what happened. I'm not mad at you."
Luca appeared in the bathroom doorway, completely naked, save for a white towel that he was holding up as a privacy screen a few inches away from his body. His hair was still wet from what Ilya assumed was a shower, but the rest of him looked sweaty and tense.
Ilya gestured to the towel. "Drop it."
Luca shook his head, eyes watering. He looked horrified.
Ilya’s voice was firm. “Let me see. Now. Or I carry you to the car just like that and we go straight to hospital.”
Having no intention of leaving the hotel room, it took all the bravery Luca had to walk a few steps toward Ilya and pull the towel out farther away from his body. He closed his eyes as his captain leaned forward to peer behind it.
Ilya had been expecting to see a throbbing erection, but he hadn’t anticipated just how raw and painful it would look. The shaft itself was too red and rigid, flipped up tight against Luca's stomach, and Ilya couldn't unsee how Luca's lower abs were contracting because of the pain. The skin reminded him of the time he had gotten rug burn down his forearms.
“Fuuuuck.”
Luca shuddered.
Ilya realized it was probably not the most reassuring thing to say, and he exhaled as his own groin twitched with a visceral reaction. He tried to stay calm for Luca, but his tone became more serious. “How long has it been now?”
“Almost an hour and a half,” Young said.
Ilya’s eyes grew wide. “And you tried ice?”
Luca reflexively took two steps backward when he saw Ilya’s hand reach toward the ice bucket on the desk. He pulled the towel in closer but didn't let it touch his skin.
“No, no, please.” Luca’s voice cracked. “I already tried that. And the cold shower.”
Ilya grimaced. “Do you think lube will help?”
Luca backed another step away from Ilya and shook his head. “I can’t touch it anymore. Hurts too much.” His voice was getting higher the more he spoke. “Even the towel hurts.”
Ilya took a step back so the rookie would stop retreating. “You feel dizzy at all?”
Luca hesitated. “Ummm, maybe?”
“All the blood that’s supposed to be in your head is stuck in your dick. Sit down on the bed.”
As Luca carefully adjusted and sat at the foot of the bed, Ilya walked toward the headboard and slid off a cotton pillowcase. He moved in front of Luca and handed it to him. “Here. Will feel better than the rough towel.”
Ilya took the towel from him, and Luca was grateful to cover himself back up with the much softer pillowcase, but it didn’t do as much to hide his erection.
There was a knock on the door and Luca flinched, but Ilya quickly ushered Shane inside.
Luca became more suspicious when he saw Shane was carrying a packed gym bag over his shoulder, and tracked him across the room as Shane set the bag down on the desk.
“We’re not leaving,” Luca said, trying to sound in control.
“I hope not,” Ilya said. “This bag is supplies for here. Not supplies to bring to hospital.”
Shane looked between the traumatized roommates and then held out his own hotel key card to Young. “Go back to our suite upstairs. Sit on the couch and watch tv. Don’t talk to anyone else on the team please. We’ll text you with updates.”
Young wanted to check in with Haas but took the order from his alternate captain and left the hotel room.
Shane wasted no time.
“How bad is it? Show me.”
Luca whimpered again as he removed the pillowcase cover from his lap and stomach.
Shane visibly recoiled. “Holy shit.”
“Luca, I didn’t ask in front of Young, but have you tried other ways for coming? Maybe a vibrator?”
Luca squirmed on the edge of the bed. “No, no, please,” he begged. “Don’t touch it.”
Shane exhaled. “He doesn’t mean a vibrator for your dick.”
Luca covered himself back up with the pillowcase. He looked absolutely defeated. “That was like the first thing I tried! I can’t reach my prostate with my hand like this. And I don't pack toys on work trips.” He sounded like he was going to cry. “I. just. wanted. to. sleep.”
Ilya unzipped the bag and started searching for something. “Have you ever come untouched before, Haasy?”
Luca nodded. “Twice. But not from a toy.”
Ilya hummed. He found the bottle of lube Shane had packed and held onto it. He leaned back against the edge of the desk, facing Luca.
“We have serious conversation now, yes? We have maybe one hour before we need to go to the hospital. You can let Shane and me try to help you release this, and we pray that works, or we can skip that part and go see a doctor now.”
Fucking hell. This was some kind of twisted, cruel fantasy come to life. They were offering him the least sexy threesome imaginable, and Luca was absolutely mortified by the image of it in his head.
He was panicking just watching Ilya spin the bottle of lube around and around in his hand. It was almost predatory, and the anticipation of it all was making him feel lightheaded again.
The hospital was starting to sound like the more reasonable and less humiliating idea.
Luca was curious but couldn’t help the fear that snuck into his voice. “If we go, what would they… do to me?”
Shane raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms. “Luca, they would have to drain the blood. Like, with syringes. There’s no guarantee that having an orgasm here is going to completely fix this, but if it were me, I’d want to try.”
“You answer so easily because I’ve been inside you a thousand times, lyubimyy.”
Ilya set the lube down, pushed his hands into the edge of the desk and leaned forward. He spoke like he was negotiating with a toddler. “A toy, my fingers, or needles at the hospital pulling the blood out of your dick. Those are the options here.”
“Ilya!!” Shane scolded.
Luca’s cock twitched painfully at the mention of Ilya’s hand on him. “Stop, stop. You’re making it worse.”
Shane truly didn’t want Luca to feel pressured into the solution that Ilya was obviously favoring. “Luca, the emergency room would sedate you or at least numb you. It might not be that bad. It’s a 10 minute drive away and we’d keep it discreet. You can change your mind about what you want to try at any time. You say hospital, and we go.”
“Yes, what he said. But clock is ticking.”
“I…” Luca was shaking now. “I don’t want to go to the hospital.”
Shane crossed to Luca and sat beside him on the bed. When Luca didn’t pull away, he slowly placed his hand between the rookie’s shoulder blades and rubbed small circles over his back.
“So you would like us to help you release this?” Shane asked.
“You wouldn’t be mad at me?”
Shane let go. “Oh Haas, I am furious. Furious that you did such a stupid and dangerous thing, taking a random pill that could have killed you. And there will be consequences and probably a drug test in the morning, but no, Luca, I will not be upset about us helping you have an orgasm. That stays here. It doesn’t leave the room.”
“Shane and I talked about this already upstairs before we came here, in case touching was the best option,” Ilya said. “We are in agreement on this. But I will not touch you unless you say yes.”
“Ok.”
“Yes?”
Luca just wanted to curl up and sob into the pillows. “Yes. Please.”