Heated Rivalry (Game Changers #2)(82)

“Is there more wood for the fire?” Ilya asked.

“Yeah. There’s lots.”

“Good.”



Chapter Twenty-Five


“What the fuck? You can’t pick Montreal!”

“I just did,” Ilya pointed out, gesturing his PlayStation controller at the television.

“Well then... I’m picking Boston.”

“Good choice.”

“I’m going to fucking destroy you.”

“I am you.”

“You aren’t anything,” Shane grumbled.

Ilya laughed and nudged him hard. “I’m on the cover of the game.”

Shane shoved him against the arm of the couch. “Big deal.”

They had barely gotten past the first puck drop when Shane’s phone rang.

Shane glanced at it and frowned. “It’s Hayden. I should get it.”

Ilya rolled his eyes and hit pause.

Hayden.

He didn’t actually know Hayden Pike at all. He knew he was an average forward, extremely unremarkable in the looks department, and Shane’s best friend.

Shane walked a few steps behind the couch, standing between the living room and the kitchen. “Hey, Hayden. How’s, um...how’s the baby?”

Ilya smirked to himself. Shane had forgotten Hayden’s baby’s name.

“Amber. Right. Is she...good?”

Hayden must have had a very long answer to that question, because Shane went silent for a while. Ilya endured about five minutes of Shane saying nothing but “Oh yeah?” and “That’s cool” and “Right” before he stood and gave Shane a look.

Shane shrugged at him. What do you want me to do?

Ilya had an idea.

He crossed the room until he was standing right in front of Shane. He gave him a little smile, and Shane furrowed his brow at him.

Ilya’s gaze darted down to Shane’s crotch, then back up again. Shane shook his head silently.

“So how’s Jackie doing?” Shane asked the phone. “Tired?”

Ilya unfastened the button on Shane’s shorts. Shane shook his head again, more forcefully this time.

But he wasn’t, like, stopping him.

Ilya slowly pulled down the zipper, and was rewarded with a sharp inhale from Shane.

Shane’s shorts dropped to the floor, and Ilya sank to his knees.

He glanced up and saw Shane mouthing Don’t, eyes bugged wide.

Ilya pulled an exaggerated confused face. Don’t what?

He carefully peeled Shane’s briefs off and slid them down to join his shorts on the floor.

To be fair, Shane’s dick was soft, so maybe he really didn’t want Ilya to be doing this. Ilya sat back on his heels and glanced up at Shane’s face, trying to gauge whether or not he was into this game.

Shane bit his bottom lip as he gazed back at him, and Ilya knew it was game on.

“Uh, just one second, Hayden. My mom is calling. One sec.”

He hit the mute button on his phone and snarled at Ilya, “What the fuck? Knock it off!”

“I think you want it.”

“I...I mean...”

“No?”

“It’s fucking creepy.”

“Is hot, though, yes?”

Shane huffed. “Later, okay?”

“I might not want to later.”

“Ilya...”

“I won’t touch you. If you don’t get hard, I won’t do anything. Deal?”

Shane’s mouth fell open. “I won’t get hard.”

“Okay. Then no problem.”

Shane scowled at him, then went back to the call. “Sorry about that, Hayden. My mom can be really annoying sometimes.”

Ilya grinned up at him. He made a show of putting his hands behind his back. Shane’s eyes shot daggers at him, then they turned up to the ceiling. “My head’s a lot better. Totally recovered, I think. Still get headaches sometimes but...yeah, exactly... I’ve been working out, yeah.”

Ilya watched Shane’s cock intently. He knew Shane. Frankly, this was one of the only times he’d seen his poor undersexed dick soft. Usually it was as straight as a fucking rod whenever Ilya was in its vicinity.

Shane’s dick was exactly like the rest of Shane: tidy and smooth. And eager. His balls were almost hairless, and Ilya was sure that, like Shane’s chest, was natural. His seemingly disinterested cock slumped over them, nestled in a neat patch of dark hair.

He wanted to take it all in his mouth. He wanted to feel Shane grow hard against his tongue.

But he’d made a promise, and he could wait.

He turned his eyes up to Shane’s face, and caught him looking down at him. Ilya licked his lips.

“Uh...oh, really? That’s cool. When did that happen?” Shane pressed his lips together, and his cheeks flushed.

Ilya smiled, because, sure enough, Shane’s cock had twitched and was starting to plump up.

Ilya watched it for a minute, enjoying the rare intimate spectacle. Shane’s hand curled into a fist at his side. His eyes were squeezed shut, like he was trying to stop his erection from happening through concentration.

It wasn’t working. At all.

Shane was fully hard in under a minute, the head of his cock bobbing excitedly in front of Ilya’s lips.