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By 7 p.m. Shane had mostly shaken off his earlier episode of subspace. By 8 p.m. Shane was fully freaking the fuck out. He had never sceened beyond what was required with his family and as a result never been so far down, so fast before Rozanov came into the picture.
By 8:55 p.m. Shane was close to hyperventilating and he was using all of the tricks in the book to calm his breathing and heart rate back down to an acceptable level in the five minutes he had left before Rozanov came back. He rarely thought his drills made him as winded anymore.
At 9 Shane heard a knock on the door.
Opening the door had proven that Rozanov had come. And Shane didn’t know what to do.
Rozanov slipped into the small gap between the doorframe and Shane into the hotel room. And Shane had closed the door just as fast before standing stock still his back to the rest of his room and his fingers tightened on the doorknob as if he was about to run.
“You are a sub, yes?”
“What? No! No I’m, I’m a low grade dom.” Shane stuttered, still looking away from Rozanov.
“Wow. You are bad liar.”
Shane turned to level a glare at the dom. “I’m not,” he swallowed, “I’m not lying.”
“You are. You go down so fast. I am surprised no one else has noticed.” Rozanov took one step forward towards Shane, causing him to back up flat to the door. Rozanov took a step backwards, again and again until he reached the edge of the hotel bed and sat. “Come here.”
Shane took a few steps in his direction before he was able to completely freeze. But freezing caused him to panic. He didn’t like to disobey doms on the best of days and he especially didn’t like to disobey Rozanov. His breath started to speed up again.
“Hollander, come here. Please.” The doms tone broke no negotiations. And Shane found his feet carrying him over to Rozanov once again. Faintly, Shane realized that Rozanov wasn’t even using his dom register. He decided that it made the situation worse.
“Good. Sit.” Rozanov patted the bed next to him. And Shane fell with a thunk, moving to put his head between his legs in an attempt to stop his oncoming panic attack.
“Good boy. Is okay.” Shane’s breathing stuttered the praise bringing slowly out from his panic. “Breath.” Rozanov said, moving his hand to scruff the back of Shane’s neck.
Besides a few times when he was younger Shane didn’t get scruffed often. It was an intimate way to calm a sub. And it was fast to put a lot of them down into subspace. Which is exactly what it did now, to Shane.
Rozanov squeezed briefly twice, before letting his hand go still. And Shane started to float. His world narrowed to Rozanov and the squeeze of his hand, his command to breath. The rest of the room faded from view, he didn't even think he’d hear a fire alarm if it was to go off in the hotel.
Shane slumped into Rozanov with a sigh no longer breathing hard at all. “Oh.” Rozanov said as if surprised by the turn of events. “You are a sub. Good boy.”
Shane turned trying to fully rest his head into Rozanov’s lap, making a small distressed whine.
“Is okay. You are good. Would you like to kneel?”
Shane turned his head to blink up at Rozanov’s face. But didn’t make a move beyond that.
“Yes you will kneel, malysh.” When Rozanov moved to get up, Shane made a distressed noise and grabbed at him trying to keep him still. “Is okay. I am going to find hotel kit. Get you kneeling pillow.” He pointed towards the hotel closet where basic scenning supplies were kept, a flogger, a small ball gag, some simple rope, a blindfold, and as always a sceening pillow. “Watch me.”
Shane’s eyes tracked Rozanov as he moved to the closet and opened the door. If Rozanov was surprised to see Shane’s clothes hung neatly he didn’t comment on it. Finding the pillow, Rozanov came back to the bed and dropped it at his feet. “Come, dorogoy, kneel for me.”
Shane was known for being fast on the ice but the speed he had moved to drop from the bed onto the pillow would impress even the most seasoned of players. Not Rozanov though, his hands shot out to help Shane lower the last few inches to the pillow so his knees didn’t take as big of an impact.
“What is your safeword?” Rozanov asked, helping Shane settle into position and pillowing his head onto his right thigh.
“Nnnhh.”
“Hollander, what is your safeword?” Shane turned his head to bury his face against Rozanov’s thigh, nuzzling the Russian's sweatpants. “Hollander, you will pinch me if you need me to stop. Pinch me now to prove that you can.”
Shane was floating. His head had never felt so calm, and he had never felt so peaceful. Vaguely he could hear Rozanov asking him to do something, but Rozanov’s words were refusing to make any sense to Shane in a way that had nothing to do with his harsh accent.
“Hollandar, pinch.”
Weakly Shane brought up his hand to Rozanov’s leg and fisted the fabric between his fingers. Yanking before letting go.
“It will do, da.” Rozanov had never seen someone sink so far, with so little effort. He was quickly becoming obsessed with the strong willed sub. He was mostly impressed with how no one else seemed to recognise that Hollander was a sub.
Returning to his nuzzling Shane started to open and close his jaw mouthing at the sweats beneath his face. “Do you need something in your pretty mouth, malysh?” Slowly Rozanov moved his hand to Shane’s face and placed his thumb on the bottom of Shane’s lower lip.
“Making a small gasping nose, Shane quickly opened his mouth to let in Rozanov’s thumb. Saliva pooled around the digit and through the fog in Shane’s mind he took a moment to appreciate the rightness of the weight in his mouth. Once the drool seemed like it would escape and fall to Rozanov’s sweats he started to sweetly suck at the digit.
This is what he was missing, with the thumb in his mouth, Shane closed his eyes and fully slumped. Any tension he might have had, left. He was no longer aware of the room, of the passing of time, or even the soft words that Rozanov was mumbling. Shane couldn’t even register if they were in English or if they were in a different language. He floated.
“Hollander, is time to come up now.” Rozanov said while removing his thumb from Shane’s mouth. Whining, Shane chased the digit. “Shh, shh, Hollander, is okay. You need to come up now.”
It was a slow return to his body. Shane became aware of little things, first the small bit of drool that had escaped and fell down his cheek. Then, the brightness of the room as he blinked open his eyes. The feeling in his legs started to return and he could feel the stiffness that kneeling had left him with. And finally he registered Rozanov. The russian was lightly running his hand through Shane’s hair. Once Rozanov felt the last of the subspace slip away he helped Shane up and into the bed to cuddle.
Shane curled into Rozanov’s side. “What,” he coughed slightly, “what was that?”
“Subspace.” Rozanov replied. While he was getting the pillow Rozanov must have grabbed a water bottle and some trail mix out of the hotel kit too, because he was bringing the bottle to Shane’s lips for him to drink.
Shane obediently swallowed some of the water, before moving to take the bottle for himself. Rozanov watched him drink half of it, before mouthing, ‘more’ encouraging Shane to finish it all.
“How long was I down?”
“Sixty minutes.”
“Really? But it felt like 10 at the most.”
“Da. Eat your snack.” The dom opened the small bag of trail mix before passing it into Shane’s hands for him to munch on.
“Thank you.” Once Shane had eaten, drank, and cuddled he suddenly sat up straight moving to put some distance in between him and Rozanov. “You can’t tell anyone about this. I mean it. No one can know. No one does know. They don’t allow subs into the NHL. I can’t be kicked from the NHL. No one can know.” By the end Shane was about to panic once again his eyes going glossy at the mere thought of losing hockey.
“I will not tell.”
“No one? Cause no one can know, Rozanov, it would ruin me.”
“No one. I will tell no one.” Rozanov confirmed. “How do they not know though? You are so easy.”
“Fuck off.” Shane said. Crossing his arms.
“Is true. You sank from simple handshake.”
“Fuck off. I don’t do that for anyone else. I never have been affected by anyone until you.”
Rozanov huffed a laugh and smirked. “Da. I am special, yes?” Shane just glaired. “I won’t tell anyone, Hollander, I will try to be careful around you.”
“Okay. Thank you.” The sub moved to get off the bed and stand, so Rozanov followed suit.
“One more thing, Hollander.”
“What?”
“Give me your phone.” Rozanov put his hand out, and like all the other times, Shane was almost helpless to the request from the dom, and pulled his phone from the bedside table to drop it into Rozanov’s hand. “I am putting in my number under fake name. Da? You will be Jane, and I will be Lily. Text me if you need me, yes?”
Shane gave a small nod and moved to take his phone back from Rozanov, shivering slightly when their hands touched in the transfer.
“Good night, Jane.” Rozanov winked, and in a move so unexpected to Shane, moved to cup the back of his head and proceeded to give him a quick kiss.
Before Shane could fully reciprocate in kind, Rozanov pressed a kiss to Shane’s forehead and walked out of the hotel room, closing the door behind him, and leaving the sub standing stock still as he tried to process everything that just happened in the day.