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“For the last time, Ilya”, Shane narrows his eyes at the muscled Russian sprawled across his bed, “I have a very specific and rigid sleep scheduled that this little ‘experiment’ would not be conducive to.”
“Ugggghh!”, Ilya groans and rolls his eyes at his husband, “Yes. I of all people am aware of your insane sleep schedule.”
This argument had been going on for almost exactly fourteen days now. Ever since Shane and Ilya had decided to watch a movie on a rare night off. Ilya had ended up choosing Duck Butter, a movie that involves two young women making a pact to have sex every hour on the hour for an entire day. And, obviously, the idea of twenty-four uninterrupted hours of sex and quality time with his partner was a VERY fascinating concept for the curly blonde.
Unfortunately, as much as Shane’s borderline impressive libido is also intrigued by the idea, his body has required AT LEAST eight hours of beauty sleep a night for as long as he can remember. As a result, Ilya’s request to participate in this “challenge” has been repeatedly vetoed.
“Did you even watch the movie?”, Shane continues as he joins his husband on their bed, “They literally hate each other by the end!”
“Sure.”, Ilya concedes, “But those girls hardly knew each other before they did this. I’ve already had plenty of time to adjust to how annoying you are. So…will not be a problem for us.”
Shane rolls his eyes, but a soft smile appears on his lips. Sometimes he forgets, despite the nearly-decade long situationship in which they pretended not to, just how long he and Ilya have loved each other. And, he must admit, though there are certainly traits of Ilya’s he could live without, he knows there isn’t anything his husband could do or say that would make him decide they weren’t compatible and should never see each other again.
“Ok, true”, Shane agrees, snuggling into Ilya’s toned side, “But there is still the sleep issue. I am not staying up for twenty-four hours. You know I can’t do that.”
“Sure you can!”, Ilya argues, “Remember the night we won The Cup?! I fucked you for like 36-hours straight!”
“Ok, yes…”, Shane’s face flushes at the memory, “But there were several hours between almost every time AND we definitely slept. So, I think considering that ‘36-hours straight’ is a bit dramatic.”
“Hrmph”, Ilya huffs and turns to face away from his no fun-dream-crushing partner.
“Why are you so pressed about this?”, Shane giggles as he flings an arm over Ilya’s middle and scootches in to reconnect their bodies.”
“I don’t know.”, Ilya mumbles, “I just thought it would be fun. We spent so long having to live separately for months at a time! Now, we are married, we live together full-time, and we can LITEARALLY do whatever we want! Also…”, Ilya pauses, “I honestly kind of just want to see if we’d be able to do it.”
“I knew it!”, Shane slaps a hand across Ilya’s back, “This wouldn’t be just some exercise in intimacy or relationship building. It would be a test of your stamina!”
“Both things can be true!”, Ilya stands his ground.
“You know what?”, Shane exhales slowly, “Fine.”
“Fine?”, Ilya questions as his head snaps over his shoulder to make eye contact with the smirking brunette behind him.
“Yeah. Fine.”, Shane confirms, “Let’s do it.”
“REALLY?!?”, Ilya yelps, eyes searching Shane’s face for any trace of deceit.
“Yes, really!”, Shane giggles again, “BUT, we need to come up with a solid set of ground rules AND we need to pick a day where neither of us will be needed for awhile afterwards. Cause God knows I’ll need a significant recovery period.”
Ilya flips back towards Shane now, practically straddling him, and plants a million tiny kisses all over the Canadian’s million tiny freckles.
“Agreed?”, Shane chuckles as his husband continues to kiss him.
“Agreed”, Ilya smiles, voice muffled by warm blushed skin.
***
April 12th, 6:00pm-6:30pm:
“Alright, tell me the rules one more time.”, Shane instructs.
“Moya Lyubov”, Ilya grumbles, “How many times must we do this?”
“Ilya.”, Shane warns.
“UUUUGHHH”, the blonde groans, “Fine. One, we sleep now until midnight. Two, we have sex every hour on the hour from midnight on the 13th to midnight on the 14th. Three, “sex” can be anything that involves both of us having one orgasm each. Four, we can rest, but no sleep. Five, we can stop at any time. Either of us just has to say. Six, we each get to ask one deep question of our choosing after each session.”
“I think you forgot one”, Shane narrows his dark eyes.
“Mmmmmm I don’t think so.”, Ilya feigns innocence.
“Do you want to do this or not?”, Shane retorts flatly.
“Hmph. Seven, Condoms during penetration for easier cleanup.”, Ilya relents.
“Good boy”, Shane rubs Ilya’s cheek and then gives it a playful smack, “Now time for bed.”
***
April 13th: Hour One:
At exactly 12:00am on April 13th, Shane is awoken by both the light chirp of his alarm clock and the pressure of an elite hockey player rolling on top of him.
Without saying a word, Ilya begins to gently grind the clothed outline of his already hard cock down into his husband’s lap. When Shane’s eyes finally flutter open, alerting the larger man that he is in fact awake, Ilya lowers his head and begins making a trail of gentle nibbles and licks down the length of his neck.
Both men are clad only in briefs at this point, and the skin-to-skin contact is creating an absolutely delicious sense of closeness.
Eventually, when Shane can no longer handle the fight his dick is putting up against the seams of his underwear, he lifts his waist and allows Ilya to relieve him of this barrier. Ilya follows suit, removing his own briefs. And, once settled back against each other, the feeling of their leaking cocks pressed together is almost too much to bear.
“Umph”, Shane moans as he grabs his husband’s face in both hands and guides their lips together into a crushing kiss, “I need you inside me.”
“I think I can make that happen”, Ilya grins against the brunette’s needy lips.
Without disconnecting their lips, Ilya reaches over to the bedside table and grabs the bottle of lube that he had strategically placed there. Sitting back on his knees, still situated between Shane’s legs, Ilya pops the lube bottle open and drizzles a healthy amount into his palm. Shane smiles up at him, eyes heavy-lidded and lips falling open.
Leaning forward slightly, pushing Shane’s legs up by his thighs in the same motion, the Russian reconnects their lips and begins using a slick index finger to circle his husband’s entrance.
“No teasing, please.”, Shane whines, his head falling back against the pillows, “At least not this first time.”
Ilya smirks mischievously against plush wet lips, but also complies with Shane’s request by pressing his finger into his hole and crooking it gently.
Within moments, Ilya has commenced a brutal rhythm against Shane’s prostate, and the Canadian has become a writhing puddle of need beneath him.
“Enough”, Shane pants, “I’m ready. Please, Babe. I’m ready.”
Ilya wastes no time reaching back over the nightstand, grabbing a condom, and slicking himself up.
Ilya repositions himself between Shane’s legs, which he has spread wider than seems logistically necessary, and places a chaste kiss on his forehead before grabbing the backs of Shane’s knees and lifting them to rest on his shoulders.
With a low grunt, Ilya presses forward and buries himself in Shane’s ass with one swift thrust.
“HOLY FUCK”, Shane yelps, “How have I still not gotten used to that?”
Ilya only chuckles, allowing Shane’s body time to adjust before he starts pounding into him. Because, as much as he’d love to put his husband through the headboard right this second, he also knows they have a long day ahead of them and that an injury in the first hour would be less than ideal.
Once Ilya is satisfied with their positioning, he doesn’t hold back, pulling almost all the way out only to thrust back in to the hilt. He does this repeatedly, using Shane’s delectable moans as motivation to keep up the savage pace.
Despite being face-to-face, this isn’t love making. This is raw, animalistic fucking. And Shane, cock slut that he is, can’t get enough.
“YES BABY!”, Shane nearly screams, “Give it to me!!”
And Ilya does “Give it” to him, angling his hips just right in order to jam into Shane’s prostate with each thrust.
“I’m cumming”, Shane warns after several minutes, “Gonna cum on your cock.”
“Yes, Malysh”, Ilya encourages, never slowing the snap of his hips, “Cum for me.”
Shane does exactly that, cumming spectacularly over his own stomach and chest.
Within seconds, Ilya follows suit, releasing into the condom with a guttural sigh.
Allowing his softened cock to gently slip out of Shane’s spent body, Ilya collapses on his back next to the panting Canadian.
“Alright”, Ilya prompts, “What’s your first question?”
“Oh, um…”, Shane pauses, thoughts still hazy from the intensity of his orgasm, “What is your biggest regret in life so far?”
“Wow.”, Ilya inhales sharply, “Getting right to the painful stuff, huh?”
“Isn’t that the point of all this?”, Shane questions hesitantly.
“Yes!”, Ilya assures his husband, “I just wasn’t expecting that one right off the bat.”
There is a beat of comfortable silence, as Ilya collects his thoughts, until he finally responds:
“I guess I’d have to say, my biggest regret in life so far would be how much time we wasted trying not to love each other. We lost so many years.”
“Oh, babe”, Shane frowns, flipping to his side and wrapping an arm around Ilya’s sweaty waist, “I feel the same way. But you have me now. Forever yours.”
Ilya smiles, melting into Shane’s touch.
“Ok.”, Ilya exhales, desperate to change the subject, “My turn. What is the greatest lesson your parents taught you as a child?”
“Hmm”, Shane rubs his own chin in thought, “That’s a good one! I guess I’d have to say the greatest lesson they ever taught me was to love myself for who I am. Because no matter how much I wished I was ‘normal’, they always just told me how important it was to stay true to me.”
Ilya smiles fondly, loving the image of little Shane being cared for, unconditionally, by his in-laws.
“Not to ruin the mood”, Shane breaks the silence, “But, I feel pretty disgusting right now.”
Ilya laughs, turning himself slightly to grab the baby wipes he’d left on the floor next to the bed, and handing two to Shane.
“Here you go”, Ilya giggles, handing the wipes to his grimacing partner, “We get you cleaned up and then we rest. But, NO SLEEPING!”
“No sleeping”, Shane agrees as he begins to clean himself.