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“Holy shit. I’m sorry. Oh my god. I’m so sorry. Fuck. Wow. God."
As his brain started working Shane slowly looked down at his fingers clenched in honey brown curls at Rozanov’s scalp. Rozanov had sucked him down so smoothly, and casually swallowed his cum. Then he gently let shanes cock fall from his mouth. And kissed the crease of his thighs; slowly kissing upward on Shane’s stomach, licking at his navel. Stopping at the side of his ribs and nipping gently, then slowly, Rozanov perched on his elbows above Shane’s peck, and bit then licked his left nipple.
Rozanov looked at shane beneath his eyelashes. “Sorry? Why sorry?"
Shane: between breaths, “You…didnt have to….do that.
Rozanov: while never stopping his ministrations to Shane’s nipple, leaving a sheen of spit and come in a small circle around it. Lazily replied: “I don’t mind. “
Shane looked down as Rozanov crawled the last few inches up to his face, looking directly at Shanes eyes, then glancing down at his lip as if to ask the question of whether Shane would kiss him with the lingering remnants of his cum in Rozanovs mouth. Without thinking, Shane lifted up his mouth tomeet Rozanovs. Allowing R to lazily kiss into Shane’s mouth. Licking his tongue, and sucking onto Shane’s bottom lip. Shane could taste the faint bitter saltiness of himself in Roz’s mouth.
Shane noticed his hands were slowly smoothing over Roz‘s sides, feeling the ribs individually, pads of the fingers dancing up and down and gently moving to grab Roz’s ass.
Roz pulled back from the kiss and whispered: nonchalantly to no one“I need a cigarette.”
Shane automatically replied, “sss-smoking is bad for you.”
Ritz countered sarcastically ,“oh, is it?”softly to Shane’s mouth. Leaving one last kiss before rolling off Shane and lying next to him. With Roz’s left arm he pulled Shane into his side. Grabbing his head and pulling him towards his chest. Shane could feel Roz’s heartbeat pounding In his ear. While is left arm softly reached around Roz’s abdomen Roz idly petted Shane’s hair, and lightly traced around his ear.
Shane felt so….sated. And sleepy. It seemed a stereotype that men fall asleep right after sex. But he could finally understand The cliché. He felt….good. Which wasn’t what he expected to feel about sucking off his rival.
Slowly, shane wondered how he would ever get this again? Would Roz want to go again tonight? Could he? How ridiculous was it that Shane wanted more?
Roz quietly said, “ what time do you fly out?”
Shane, “ 8am."
Roz contentedly, “I fly out at 10. So, we have, maybe a few more hours.”
Shane without thinking, “Can we do more? Of that?”
Roz shrugged then looked down at Shane briefly, “In maybe….30 minutes.” Then smiled.
They kept kissing, trading small bites to each others necks, nipples. Slowly making out. lazily, without the hurry of earlier.
After a little while Roz said.
“Come, shower.”
Rozanov made to get up and Shane sat up. He marched straight to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Waiting for it to warm, then looked over at Shane, tipped his chin at him said. “Come here.”
Shane obeyed. He walked towards a Rozanov feeling nervous again, and Rozanov opened the shower and pulled in Shane. Spraying them both awkwardly in the smaller bath didn’t seem to bother him. Roz tipped his hair back in the stream, while Shane watched him as rivulets of water running down his chest down past his Adonis belt and over his thick thighs. Shane was mesmerized. He was finally able to look his full. Unabashedly watching Roz wet his whole body. Unlike earlier in the rink showers, where he glanced briefly before Roz started to touch himself. Before Shane’s eager dick started to betray him:how earlier he was so embarrassed but how now he was lucky that one of his many misstep's became serendipity. Shane marveled that such a foolish misstep led to this, looking at the tan skin, the incredible body he just got to touch. Small moles and beauty marks dotted along Rozanov’s abdomen. Pink pert nipples, Shane lifted his hand, and with the back of his knuckles slowly pettted the downy line of brown hair descending Ilyas belly button to his dick. It slowly filled. Even half full, it was larger than Shane had seen in person before that night.
Roz grinned at Shane’s gaze.
“You like me in shower before, yes?”
Shane, “yes.” mesmerized.
Roz, "good.”
Shane could have this. He could have this again. This was good for at least tonight. Later was the time for regret. Now was for touch, and taste. Again. He had permission. So he took it.
Shane moved closer, placing his hands around Roz’s waist. Shane could feel himself harden, and pressed his hips against Rozanovs. He could feel Roz’s cock swell more.again. The spray misted them both, and Shane feeling braver that he did in the rink showers hours ago, pushed forward to kiss Rozanov. Lightly grabbed his ass. Kneaded the thick glutes with both hands. And slipped his tongue into Rozanov’s waiting mouth. While Roz’s hands grabbed hold of the back of Shane’s neck with his left hand, and massaged Shane’s pectoral lighty, grazing the bitten nipple with his fingertips.
Lazily they kissed and rutted together in the shower, the steam and mist wetting them both. Making smacking sounds with their writhing bodies. Both hard as rocks again, Roz placed his right hand around Shane’s cock and started to squeeze and pull, reminding Shane of how Roz had touched himself in the shower from earlier. Shane wrapped his hand out Roz’s dick and started to squeeze and pull upward gently pulling the smooth hot foreskin over the head, feeling his firm hot cock sliding next to his while Roz pumped him. Their kisses became sloppy, occasionally hitting teeth together, Roz leaned forward to mouth at Shane’s neck. as Shane rested his head of Roz’s shoulder, beneath the spray of the hot water they jerked each other.
As Shane started to feel himself get closer, she started pumping Roz faster, Roz groaned into Shane’s neck. Biting him, then licking his bites. Shane erupted over Roz’s hand,
Roz felt the hot spurt on his palm moaned and thrust into Shane’s hand, quickly following Shane’s release. They both panted in the steam, slowly feeling their vision start to clear. Roz pullEd himself to the side of the shower, and rinsed his hand under the spray.
Shane bravely lifted his own hand, looking at Roz’s cum on his thumb and pointer finger, and made direct eye contact with Roz, put his cum stained finger into his mouth, licked off both, then with an pop pulled them out of his mouth.
Roz grinned wolfishly, “You like that? hmm.?”
Shane out of breath nodded. “It seemed fair ….to return the favor.” Shane internally was shocked at his bravery but also felt delighted he had freely taken what had been offered.
Rozanov tilted his head, capturEd Shane’s lips, licked into his mouth, bit his lower lip, then spanked Shane’s ass with his right palm.
“Time to dry you off I think.”
Rozanov turned off the spray and grabbed a towel from the rack above the toilet, and threw one to Shane. They quickly toweled off. Shane nervously. Rozanov slowly, like he was showing off. Maybe he was. Maybe most of what he did was show off. Shane could let his eyes wander freely. Roz liked being the object of his objectification. He wanted Shane to see him, just like on the ice. In the bed, in the showers .He was unbothered and even proud by his nude body. Which wasn’t odd considering, the impressive body that Roz proudly displayed.
Shane wrapped the towel quickly around his waist while Rozanov draped his around his neck.
There was a satisfied grin on Rozanov face when Shane managed to look above his neck.
“I mean, I did say, you are an awesome player to watch.” Shane squeaked out.
Rozanov’s smiled widened, showing all his teeth. He grabbed Shane’s hand.
“Let’s see what CCM has in minibar yes?”
Shane followed. Of course he did.
Roz was in the mini bar raiding snacks. Chips, chocolate, sodas. Typical teen stuff. Shane noticed he winced when he picked up the mini bottle of Canadian vodka And Immediately placed it back.
His naked ass was a perfect diagram of all three gluteus muscles. Shane remembered the three color print in the physio room, gluteus Maximus, check, gluteus medius, check, and gluteus minimus. Check.
Roz turned around, swung the damp towel onto the bed, laying it down like a picnic blanket, and placed the snacked gingerly in the middle. Sitting in the father side of the towel. Then smiling at Shane, patting the other side. Gloriously nude, beautifully carved, and somehow more powerful than even fully kitted in the pads and jersey.
“Sit Hollander.”
Shane obeyed. Nervously. He didn’t like coke. Or Cheetos, or snickers. But he whold be polite and manage to eat all three. He would even choke back his objection that CCM might push the costs to their parents. Leading to odd questions.
Rozanov noted the small line between Shanes eyebrows. “Hollander, at least we are not watching the porn. CCM are paying you much money, they don’t mind mini bar snacks. You are very good Canadian boy.”
Shane considered the price of the sponsorship, his plane ticket, the room, and agreed internally. He sat up, looked at the selection of sodas, grabbed a ginger ale, full sugar, and a packet of cashews and sat back down.
“Wow.” Roz smirked with an amused tone.
Shane felt nervous again. Always nervous in conversation. Movement was easy. Hell, even sucking dick was an easier than conversation. Roz was unaffected.
“What did you mean it was your idea to shoot the commerical together?” Shane finally spoke, to fill the silence.
Rozanov shrugged, “Why not, you are only other player I know from world juniors and draft doing sponsor. I don’t know any Bears yet. You shake my hand twice! First time we ever meet.”
“So, that made you think we could do the commercial together? Expand the rivalry from our juniors?” Shane asked. Trying to ask the question he was to afraid to ask.
Roz gave another shrug. Shane couldn’t figure out what that meant.
Shane, sipped his ginger ale and wondered to himself.
{Did you know? After the draft? In the gym? That I wanted you? That this was possible? How did you become so brave to ask for what you want? How could you offer to adults to the people who control things, and have them listen? Have them agree? Is there something about me, that, lets people know that I’m not….like others? }
Shane crunched more cashews. Frightened. He wanted to ask for Rozanov's number. He wanted to beg him to tell no one that this ever happened. He wanted to lie down, and maybe have Rozanov lie down with him. He wasn’t sure what the protocol was for this.
Rozanov looked at Shane spirally internally and asked, “What is your email?"
Shane surprised, “What?"
“Email? You have email? Exist even in Russia. We have television, and radio, and also cars and telephones! I do not live in cave. I have blackberry. You can email?"
SHane. “Yeah, I can email."
Roz, “So…. give email to me."
Shane, “OH , yeah. sure. Do you have a piece of paper."
Rozanov looked exasperated at Shane. Still ridiculously and beautifully nude wandered to his discarded jeans, grabbed a shiny new blackberry from the back pocket. Pressed a few buttons, and said slowly as if talking to a child. “What is your email?”
Shane. “OH, it’s [email protected]” “S-H-A-N-E-H-O-C-K-E-Y-THE NUMBER [email protected]” he slowly spells out.
Roz grins at that and shane replies. “I made it when I was 12. Damn. It’s not like I have my Voayageurs email set up yet."
Rozanov still slowly adding Shanes email into his phone, “I have got new blackberry with Boston number already. Do you want?"
Shane, “Yeah."
Roz fiddled with the phone and handed it to Shane, “Put number in here,"
Shane, “With the canadian area code number first right? "
Roz, shrugging, “I don’t know"
Shane, looking at the name in the phone, “What is Veesnúshka?"
Roz, smiling fondly, and gently with his right thumb tracing the freckly on Shanes right cheek. “Freckles."
Shane blushed. Shane heard an ding from his cell phone in his neatly folded pants pocket. He grabbed it and saw the foreign number starting with a 508.
Roz asked, “What will you put me in your phone? Best blow job? Swallows?"
Shane, racking his brain for something charming and sweet. And in the moment coming up with nothing.
“I guess I could put in your name Ilya Rozanov."
Rozanov scoffed. “That is very boring. Here, Give…."
Shane obediently gave Rozanov his phone. Ilya grinned to himself while furiously typing on Shanes phone.
Handed it back proudly.
Shane looked at his handiwork. Snorted and looked up at Ilya.
“Rozzy-bear?! He exclaimed.
“Is perfect! I am Boston Bear! I am Rozanov! Everyone loves Muppet show! And you are kermit. Look you are making face right now!"
Shane could not see his face at that moment…but was horrified that Rozanov might be right.
shane Thought to himself.
“I feel like you are more of a Miss Piggy. You know, curly hair, big blue eyes, full of your-self. Can’t shut up and is Intensely attracted to Kermit.“
For a moment Rozanov was stunned. then his face opened into a huge grin and he laughed heartily. Joyfully.
Shane laughed quietly to himself. Pleased that his chirp landed playfully. He liked Roz’s laugh. He wanted more of it.