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      Hollander fell silent. The smile vanished from his face. His eyebrows shot up.       — What? — Shane asked, perhaps hoping he had misheard. But judging by the serious expression on Ilya’s face, that thought quickly disappeared.       — I can see the way you look at me, — Rozanov began. His gaze darted to the flushed guy. — You want this too, don’t you?       Shane swallowed.       — Or am I wrong?       No, of course not, flashed through Shane’s mind. I want this so damn badly. Hollander didn’t answer. Words simply failed him. And they would have been unnecessary anyway.       He nodded.       They didn’t even notice how they ended up in the shower room, which also served as a locker room.       Rozanov deftly took off his clothes. With every second, his T-shirt revealed more bare skin. Hollander watched as if spellbound. In his mind, he was already picturing all the most intimate things he wanted to do. Preferably tonight.       Ilya smirked as he noticed how his Asian teammate’s eyes wandered over his body. He didn’t try to hide, and there was no point in it. Why would he?       Why try to cover up if very soon they would be completely naked and doing things no one would have expected?       — Do I have to undress you myself? — Ilya crouched down in front of Shane, who was sitting on the floor. — Hands up.       Shane followed every instruction from the guy in front of him.       Raise your hands.       And he did, allowing Ilya to pull the sweat-soaked T-shirt off him. It landed somewhere on the floor. He didn’t really pay attention.       There were more important things right now.       Shane had to admit that Ilya definitely knew how to please.       Rozanov left marks on Hollander’s body, proof that this was real. It wasn’t a dream. And they were in the shower right now. A hot tongue traced along his neck. Shane swallowed and shuddered when he felt a hand on his butt.       Rozanov looked straight into the eyes of the guy who was melting under his touch. Shane began to moan with pleasure. There was no one here but them. At least, they hoped so.       They were naked. Goosebumps ran across their skin. Hot breath burned against flesh. New marks covered every part of Shane’s body.       Time passed. They continued. They didn’t even care about practice scheduled for tomorrow morning.       Right now, only they mattered.       It was Hollander’s first time.       And it was damn good.       Probably no porn video had ever been as good as this felt.       The kisses continued. Now mixed with occasional thrusts.       Rozanov entered him and began to move.       Slowly. Letting the guy beneath him get used to it.       — You’re so gentle, — Hollander moaned. — I didn’t even know you could be like this.       Rozanov pressed his whole body against him and leaned down to his ear.       — The first time should be the best. And I just don’t want to disappoint you, — Rozanov bit Hollander’s earlobe. He only sighed in response.       Time passed. They moved. Changed positions.       Rozanov’s movements were gentle, sometimes sharp. Hollander simply gave himself over to his partner. He clearly knew what he was doing.       Shane could feel it on his body.       After another sharp thrust, Rozanov pressed himself even closer to Hollander. He clenched his teeth and looked at the guy beneath him.       Shane looked back, his smile melting across his face.       — Damn you, Hollander, — Rozanov hissed. — I can’t stop looking at you.       — Then look, — Shane closed his eyes. — No one’s stopping you.       Ilya closed his eyes and, when he came, collapsed onto the warm body beneath him.       — Listen, — Ilya began.       — Mmm? — Shane murmured in response.       — Maybe we should do this again sometime?