Shane's point of view
I woke up. I screamed. Ilya rozanov was in my bed. He woke up. "What the hell?" He asked. "Did we?" I asked. I looked under. "Oh my god.
This can not happen ever again." I said. He smirked. He kissed me. I kissed back. We made out for a while. We pulled away. "No." I said.
I got up. I got dressed. I picked up my phone. I had missed calls from my mom. "Oh great I missed breakfast with my parents because of you."
I said.
5 months later
I was sitting on the bench. "Hollander." Rozanov said. "Fuck off." I said not even looking at him. "What does that asshole want?" Hayden asked.
"It was one drunken mistake." I said. "You didn't?" He asked. "I was drunk he was drunk." I lied. "Oh my gosh. When?" He asked. "Draft night." I said.
"What?" He said. "The press can't know." I said. "Did you kiss him the morning after?" He asked. "Yes." I said. "Did you like it?" He asked. "Yes." I said.
"Do you like him?" He asked. "Yes." I said. "Is this your way of you telling me you're gay?" He asked. "Yes." I said. "I love you bro. But Ilya Rozanov really?"
He asked. I chuckled.
2 hours later
I was walking out of the building. I saw Ilya smoking. "You shouldn't be smoking." I said. He turned around. "What are you doing Hollander?"
He asked. "I hate to admit. But I like you." I said. He smirked. "I like you too." He said dropping the cigarette. He looked around. He stumped it up.
He kissed me. I kissed back. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around me. He pushed me against the wall.
We made out for a while. We pulled away. "When is your flight?" He asked. "Tomorrow night. My next game isn't until 3 days against Ottawa."
I said. He grabbed my hand. We ran to his car. We got in. We put on sunglasses. "I got to call Hayden." I said. "Is he your mother?" He asked.
I chuckled. I gave him a peck on his lips. "He's my roommate and he has to cover me." I said. I pulled out my phone. I called Hayden.
"Bro where are you?" He asked. "I'm going to need to cover for me. Say my parents came to the game. I'm getting dinner with them." I said.
"Where are you?" He asked. "I'm with rozanov." I said. "Hey Hayden." Ilya said. "What the hell?" Hayden asked. "I know this isn't right.
But I like him." I said. "Aww I like you too." Ilya said. "Please cover for me." I said. "I will. But you owe me." Hayden said. "Okay." I said.
I hung up. Ilya looked at me. "You like me." He said. "Shut up and drive." I said. He chuckled. He started driving. We made it to his condo.
We walked in. We sat down down on the couch. "So what are we?" I asked. "I mean we could be lovers." He said. "Yeah." I said.
He kissed me. I kissed back. We made out for a while. We pulled away.
A few months later
I walked into a hotel with sunglasses and a hat. I went up Ilya's room. I knocked on the door. He opened the door. He pulled me into the room.
I closed the door. "You got your own room." I said. "Shut up and get on your knees." He said. I chuckled. I got down on my knees. He pulled down his pants.
