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The room Shane and Ilya are tucked in is hardly bigger than a closet. Shane does a breathing exercise, in for four, hold for four, out for four, hold for four. Repeat. He’s not panicking, not yet, but his body is buzzing. He’s excited, nervous, full of adrenaline. He wants to calm down a little.
Ilya drops a kiss on the back of Shane’s neck before catching his eye in the mirror on the back of the door. “This okay? We can stop any time.”
Shane leans back against him and smiles. He feels surrounded by Ilya’s cologne, the scent of sandalwood and rain and something that’s just him or maybe them together. It’s grounding. “It’s great. Just nervous.”
“Me too,” Ilya murmurs, fastening a collar in the spot he just kissed. “But it will be very sexy, no?”
***
Shane had kind of assumed sex clubs were some horny myth made up for porn, until one night when Rose Landry had come to the cottage for a visit. As the evening waned, and they’d caught up about everything they’d all missed in each other’s lives since the last time, and they were all a little more drunk than normal including Shane, the conversation had taken a turn.
Shane was grateful that Ilya and Rose were actual friends now and that Ilya had gotten over his annoyance that Shane had slept with Rose when they were apart even if the sex had gone so spectacularly badly that Rose immediately correctly understood that Shane was gay. Which is something Shane loved about Rose (in a best friend way). She never once thought “Is it me?” Instead she went straight to, “No, my ass is so beautiful the only way this guy doesn’t want it is because he doesn’t like women.” Rose had way more experience dating gay men than Shane did and helped him come out for the first time. Ilya now thought Shane and Rose’s brief foray in the bedroom was very funny.
Which was fair, because it was.
They all perched outside around the cottage’s fire pit and Shane, a little beyond tipsy, enjoyed sitting back and watching two of his favorite people giggle together. He realized he should have been listening more instead of admiring them because he tuned back into the conversation as Ilya said, “Landry, to really get him going, you should have bossed him around like little duck. He would have gotten job done.”
“Ilya,” Shane groaned, dropping his head in his hands.
“What?” Ilya shrugged, unbothered. “Is true. You wouldn’t have loved it like you love it with me but you like instruction manual.”
“I knew it!” Rose shouted, throwing her hands up and somehow managing not to splash wine everywhere. “I knew you were a naughty little submissive. Ilya, is he bratty?”
Ilya regarded Shane over his tumbler of vodka. The bastard’s eyes were twinkling in the firelight. Shane could tell that Ilya was watching how he started to squirm with that heady mix of discomfort and desire that made Shane feral. Distantly he considered how he shouldn’t be getting turned on by his ex girlfriend and his boyfriend talking about him like he wasn’t even there, like he was just a little sex toy, but…
Too late. Shane was hard and too curious about what Ilya would say to protest.
“Sometimes. Usually he is very good boy. He likes to please. Obedient.”
“I bet that’s fun,” Rose breathed. “There’s something about when they’re so willing, isn’t there?”
“I knew this about him before he did. Draft day, I make him drink water. He obeyed and all I could think about was what else he would do if he was told. Delightful. How could I not make him happy?” Ilya’s cunning smile was only for Shane.
Shane actually had never thought about that moment in that way even if he had been turned on by it. Which was confusing when he was 18 and couldn’t even admit he liked guys yet. And he did love to please Ilya by obeying him. He got to get out of his head and into this floaty other space and make the man he loved feel good. He was blushing so hard his face hurt at the direction of the conversation. Knowing that Ilya had clocked him immediately was embarrassing and made him feel so seen in a new way. Confusing.
“Well if you’d ever like an audience…” Rose smiled into her wine glass. Shane was a little surprised that his dick twitched hearing her offer. He had literal proof he wasn’t attracted to her but the idea of someone watching had always turned him on. Even if he refused to admit it when Ilya whispered elaborate fantasies in his ear about what a little show off he was until Shane was begging for release.
“Ah, no.” Ilya said immediately. “No threesomes. Especially with history.”
Rose snorted a laugh. “Fair. Had to shoot my shot.”
Ilya shot her a fondly annoyed look. “You’re still on thin ice, Landry.”
“You have to know I’m not the only one who’s thought about it. You two trend on social media all the time with people saying how hot you are, especially once you came out and people found out you’re together.”
“I would love to show him off. I tell him this all the time. People deserve to see how good he takes it. But that’s impossible.”
Now Rose was confused. “Why?”
“Because we don’t want the whole world to know the details of our sex life?” Shane’s voice was hoarse.
“Then you go to a private club?” She said this like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Not private enough. We can’t risk it,” Ilya said firmly.
“Are those even real?” Shane asked skeptically.
“Okay first of all,” Rose said, amused. “It’s very cute how naive you are, Shane. Even cuter knowing how you two are absolutely matched freaks. Second, do you guys not know about the private celebrity clubs?”
Ilya stilled. “People ah… keep secrets there?”
“Discreet,” Shane offered. Ilya flashed him a smile, eyes darkened.
“They take it very seriously. Legal documents, everything. I’ve been several times. Haven’t read anything about America’s sweetheart getting tied up and blindfolded while strangers touch her on Troitoi yet.”
Shane hated that he couldn’t tell if Ilya was looking at Rose so intensely because he was intrigued about the club or if he was imagining what Rose had just described. Or both.
“If you want to know more, just let me know. I’m off to bed. I can’t take any more of you two getting all riled up about this.”
“You started it!” Shane protested.
“That’s how you could describe all my bad ideas. I hope to god this place has good soundproofing because having to listen to you two tonight would just be cruel,” Rose said cheerfully. “Now please excuse me, I’m going to go get naked on FaceTime with a man I don’t think I will ever let fuck me.”
Ilya turned off the fire pit and stood over Shane, offering him a hand. “To bed now, moy lyubimyy. You have that look in your eye.”
Shane fell to his knees without even being told as soon as they entered their bedroom, desperate to have his mouth on Ilya’s dick. He yanked down Ilya’s sweatpants and boxer briefs in one motion and wrapped his lips around the head, worrying at the slit with his tongue.
He looked up at Ilya through his lashes. Ilya laced his fingers into Shane’s hair and pulled, only a little tight. “Turned you on, did it? What was it, thinking about being shown off for strangers? Or should we maybe get Rose in here after all and let her watch what you look like when you are actually having fun?”
Shane moaned and swallowed Ilya down, lips stretching, until his nose hit the neat patch of curls at the base of his dick. He snaked his tongue out and did his best to lap at Ilya’s balls with the tip as Ilya held him in place with a gentle hand.
“I don’t think she’s on FaceTime in our guest bedroom,” Ilya continued. “I think she’s down there imagining you doing exactly this and playing with her pretty pussy. She probably touches herself all the time thinking about how I fuck you and what a good boy you are to take my dick in any way I tell you. Should we tell her how you beg me to cum on your face after I’ve been so far up your ass we can see it in your stomach? Give her a little more to dream about when she’s three fingers deep in herself?”
Shane closed his eyes as the tears leaked out, imagining. He snaked his wrist under his waistband and began to stroke his cock hard and fast. In his version of the story Ilya’s telling he wasn’t even looking at Rose. He was watching Ilya look at her, knowing that he was the one pleasing Ilya, that only his mouth would do no matter what else Ilya saw.
“Are you touching yourself?” Ilya asked, even though he knew the answer. Shane could feel the thrum low in his belly as he started to get close.
Shane tried to mumble an affirmative through his very full mouth. Ilya fucked his face in earnest, causing Shane to gag while murmuring in Russian. Shane caught “good boy,” but the rest was opaque to him. Drool leaked out of Shane’s mouth and dripped sticky onto the shirt he still wore. Abruptly Ilya pulled out and held Shane in place by his hair as he tipped forward, trying to chase him.
“Mouth open,” Ilya ordered, then hinged Shane’s jaw wide before he could comply. “Tongue.”
Shane stuck out his tongue and waited, as they both listened to Shane’s desperate slicking of his dick. The sound pushed Ilya over the edge and he painted Shane’s tongue with his release. The taste of salt cracked Shane into his own orgasm. He moaned wildly before Ilya hauled him up and kissed his own cum out of Shane’s mouth.
Over the next few days, Shane tried to put the idea of going to the club out of his mind but it followed him, begging for attention every time he had a free moment. Which was a lot at the cottage. Finally he decided to just ask Rose for the info. Only to keep himself from wondering, he told himself sternly.
Shane: hey you remember that club you were telling us about?
🌹Bestie🌹: yes, that’s the ONLY thing I remember from that night 😉
Shane: good. Can I get the info?
🌹Bestie🌹: of course. Please tell Ilya that if you guys ever reconsider anything else I don’t remember to let me know 😇
Shane would not be doing that. She sent him a website link and that, surprisingly, let him put the whole idea out of his mind.
Until a week later, when he returned home after a trail run, sweaty and panting, and found Ilya waiting for him like a tiger who had finally locked in on his prey.
“What’s up?” Shane asked, gulping down a glass of water. Which tasted excellent since it came from Shane’s own well even if Ilya did laugh at Shane every time he mentioned it.
“Hollander,” Ilya purred. “Tell me why, I reach out to Rose Landry to ask a simple question, and she says ask your boyfriend, I told him that days ago.”
Shane placed the glass down carefully on the counter and tried to hide his smile. “What was the question? Was it about the next time she comes to visit?”
Ilya deliberately walked up behind him and caged him in, placing his hands on the counter. Shane could feel his hard dick nudging his ass. Ilya gently sank his teeth into Shane’s shoulder through his compression shirt. Shane pushed back against him.
“Just for playing dumb,” Ilya breathed in his ear, “maybe I won’t take you to sex club. Won’t fuck you senseless in front of many strangers so they can see how pretty your ass is when it’s full of my dick. No one will ever know what a little whore I make out of you.”
Shane turned and wrapped his arms around Ilya’s neck, kissed his jaw. “Do you really want to go?”
Ilya kissed Shane reverently. “Yes, I think so. Probably. If you do.”
Shane rested his head on Ilya’s shoulder. “Could be fun.”
“Moy lyubimyy, will you go to California next week with me?”
***
Ilya looks devastating. He’s shirtless with his gorgeous chest on display. Not for the first time Shane wonders what it would look like if Ilya had pierced nipples. A conversation for after hockey. He’s wearing tight, dark wash jeans that stretch over his thighs in a way that makes Shane lightheaded and understated black sneakers. His jeans are unbuttoned and zipper barely enough to see how his happy trail broadens when it gets close enough to his dick but no more. Shane wants to drop that zipper even further but he knows if he does they’ll never leave this room.
Shane is wearing a tight pair of black boxer briefs and the plain black collar, which is new. Ilya presented it to him in the hotel before they left for the club. “Just for tonight, yes? So they all know who you belong to.” Shane keeps it to himself that maybe he would like it to be for more than tonight. A conversation for when they get home.
Shane also wears a plug that Ilya inserted for him as they changed in the private room. They’d discussed that they may or may not actually have sex tonight but Shane wants to be ready. He’s acutely aware of it every time his body shifts. The plug is not quite long enough to reach his prostate but his body thinks it can try.
The club is in an understated building with no sign. Somewhere a person wouldn’t look twice at on the street unless they knew it was there. When they arrived they were whisked to a private office where a blonde woman in her 40s reviewed all the paperwork with them. Several legal documents and NDAs that boiled down to, if they told anyone what they saw that night they could be sued to oblivion. That their information would be protected from other as well. Shane understood why there needed to be paperwork but he also figured that the promise of mutually assured destruction kept everyone who came there’s mouth closed.
There was also discussion of the importance of consent. She asked about their desire to play with others and gave them both red bracelets when they said that was off limits. “This will show everyone not to even ask. We take this seriously. If you feel someone is bothering you, ignoring your limits, please let any of the staff wearing a badge know. They circulate around the room all the time. We want you to have a good time here and come back and someone ignoring consent makes that difficult.” Shane hadn’t even considered this a possible problem but he noticed Ilya relax when she said that, shoulders dropping just a little.
The woman showed them to their private dressing room and how to set a code on the keypad so they could leave their belongings safely.
Now they are ready to go. Shane feels his heartbeat speed up.
“Sweetheart,” Ilya asks. “Tell me the plan one more time.”
“We go in, check it out. We can leave whenever we want. If we want to… do stuff… we can. But if not we come back here and get our things and go back to the hotel room.”
“Where we will also do stuff.”
Shane kisses him and bites his bottom lip.
“Okay, you little slut. Time for us to see how much of a show off you really are.”