Castle Geekland

ETA: Now also posted at AO3. It's the third fic with this foursome, which I figured.

Um. This is the first fanfic, or any fic, really, that wasn't a writing prompt, in nine years. If no one reads it I won't be mad. I am just ecstatic that the voices in my head are talking to me again. Wow.


Jackie

6600 words

Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov, Jackie Pike/Hayden Pike, Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov/Jackie Pike/Hayden Pike

A/N: In the amazing "Cut to the Feeling" by Charlotte Stant, there is a throwaway line that Jackie gave birth to the baby Shane and Ilya are bringing home from the hospital. Combine that with the phone blowjob scene in Episode 6 (because if it had been anyone else on the phone, Shane would have gotten up and left the room instead of goading Ilya with his fake refusals), and this is what fell out of my id. I have made no attempt to anchor this to canon in any way in terms of who is retired from hockey, etc.

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"It's fine," Shane said again, trying to reassure, for once being the relaxed one about the preparations at the cottage. It was Ilya who had worried over the grocery list, the neatly folded stacks of clean towels and washcloths in the en suite, did they have the wine-cooler brand Jackie liked until Shane pointed out that she probably wouldn't be drinking, at all, under the circumstances. Ilya had even gone as far as texting Hayden, interrogating him about what kind of coffee Jackie liked and what she liked to eat for breakfast.


When Ilya was getting stuck and obsessed, in a way Shane recognized all too well but usually only in his own head, over whether they had an adequate variety of bed pillows, would Jackie want a firm one, a flat one, a squishy down-filled one, should they go back into town and try to find a body pillow, Shane said, "Really, it's all fine," yet again and put a hand on Ilya's back and made him sit down on the side of their bed. He ran his hand soothingly up and down Ilya's warm spine.

"I just want it all to be ... you know," Ilya said, sounding almost wretched. "Perfect. For her."

Shane scooted as close as he could get and hugged him until Ilya's breathing deepened again.

"I might have to have a cigarette, after," Ilya said into Shane's neck.

"There's still part of a pack in the end table in the living room," Shane said, not letting go.

"Ah," Ilya said.

"Can cigarettes get stale?"

"Not really, no," Ilya murmured.

"We're good here," Shane said, smiling. "You're good."

~~~

Day One was going pretty well, Shane thought. They had been so happy when Jackie had called them to confirm the dates, as she had been carefully monitoring her cycle, and they had laughed all together on the facetime, and again when Jackie arrived alone, Ilya going out to carry her bag, all three hugging and tentatively kissing in the foyer, excited and embarrassed like teenagers. They had eaten lunch and he and Ilya cracked up when Jackie started swinging her hips and singing, "Let's get this party started."

Now, sitting in the living room alone with a half-forgotten green can slowly warming on the coffee table, fresh from showering in the hall bath, Shane stared absently out at the lake, hearing the comfortable murmur of two voices from his and Ilya's bedroom. They hadn't been loud, the two of them, before. They sounded comfortable. Unhurried.

Shane's part was over for now. They'd discussed, getting ready, after lunch, how Shane would probably need Ilya in the bed with them, touching him somehow, he wasn't sure, in order to finish and Jackie had been cool with it and Shane had been grateful that for once Ilya had not trotted out some old joke about Rose and how gay Shane really was. Some bits were better retired. It had been all right with Jackie. Ilya had been there and Shane had been worried for nothing.

He heard Ilya's familiar tread on the stairs. Shane looked up to see Ilya's fond half-smile and then Ilya reached out and ruffled his hair. Shane noted absently that Ilya was wearing the shirt Shane had been wearing earlier. Shane hadn't even realized he'd pulled on the wrong T-shirt when he got up to leave the bed.

Ilya sat down and put his head on Shane's shoulder. He said, "She said the bottled water would be fine. She didn't need me to bring her anything from the kitchen."

"Okay."

"I will shower now." Shane kissed his bicep and Ilya got up and patted Shane's shoulder and headed for the hall bath.

When Ilya came out again, dressed, with wet hair and a towel over his shoulders, they waited quietly. No sound from Jackie yet. Shane wasn't sure what they were waiting for, but he was kind of amazed at himself. Since when did he get to be so calm about something so momentous. But he had worked out nearly all his nerves and anxiety months ago, in those late-night serious conversations around the Pikes' breakfast bar, after Shane had been the one to float the idea of asking them and the weeks had gone by while Jackie and Hayden had privately pondered whether this was something they could commit to without regret: Jackie carrying a Rosanov-Hollander baby and then handing it off. Handing off her or him. Crazy. Generous. Incredible.

When the entire plan was finally greenlit, Shane had gone outside to stand in the cold for a few minutes alone, looking at the sky, the Pikes' backyard littered with sports equipment and dog toys and overturned plastic lawn chairs, and to just be astonished all over again that his life had led him here. Holy shit.
Jackie had agreed, with Hayden's blessing. He and Ilya hopefully would be parents, thanks to the Pikes. Then, the four of them started getting into the weeds with the details.

When Ilya had cleared his throat and announced that he was willing to proceed "the old fashioned way" and not worry about trying either the low-tech turkey baster option or the high-tech IVF option, Shane, who was ready for this because he and Ilya had talked about it privately, watched carefully for their reactions. Jackie bit her lip and Hayden's mouth fell open, but the discussion didn't falter. It wound around and around, and led them all here.

Shane's reverie on the cottage sofa was broken by realizing that he could hear Jackie on the phone now, almost certainly talking to Hayden. He was home alone in Montreal. All the kids were with grandparents. She laughed, which was great, and he turned and met Ilya's eyes, keeping his hand moving where it had been unconsciously sweeping up and down Ilya's back. His leg was pressed against Ilya's leg and Ilya was leaning a little forward, elbows on his knees. He smelled of soap and sweat.

And here was Jackie, in a lime green terrycloth robe Shane had never seen before, that she must have brought from home. She had gathered her hair into a ponytail again. Ilya jumped up before Shane could and ushered her to the sofa. She was smiling and they both reached and she took their hands and squeezed for a second, then had to switch as she turned to sit between them. She put her head on Shane's shoulder.

"Guys, that was lovely and I am fine. I am perfectly fine and happy and it's all going well. But for round two tomorrow, it turns out I actually need Hayden here." She took a deep breath. Ilya put a hand on her thigh, squeezing a little. She covered his hand with her own. "I didn't think I would; in fact, you know, I really thought I would feel better just coming by myself, but I am realizing now I just ... need him to be here. I just feel a little ... exposed without him. I've asked him to come and he's driving up now."
Shane hugged her, then leaned back to search her face.

"You're sure you're okay," he said, frowning. It was fine that she needed Hayden. Giving her whatever she asked for in this was his and Ilya's first concern. He wanted so very badly for her to be all right. They were in it now, having done things that they couldn't take back already, and it was important that everyone be all right.

"I'm okay. I mean it." She leaned in and kissed his mouth.

He was getting used to that from her, weird as it had been the first time. He had kept hiccupping internally earlier in the day, having to reassure himself that this was all discussed and agreed to, that everyone had permission. Though the kissing had been new and weird, hugging Jackie was very familiar and sweet. He'd hugged her thousands of times, seen her in a bathing suit, in pajamas, in a Montreal jersey, in glittery formal wear at hockey events. He remembered how her silhouette had changed and changed again with Arthur, with Amber. And yet. Now he knew what her nipples looked like, how the skin of her inner thighs felt, that she had a brown mole on the line of her pubic hair. That her mouth tasted of sunlight and chapstick.

Shane said, "It will be great to have Hayden. We want you to have whatever you need. Anything."

Ilya had moved his hand to her shoulder and she turned and hugged him. Shane watched as he pulled her in close and cradled her head with one hand.

"Yes," Ilya said. "You above all must be comfortable. Not nervous."

She nodded and took a deep breath and kissed Ilya as she stood up, straightening the folds of her robe and pulling the belt a little tighter.

"Well, that's what I'm asking for. My security blanket. So now I'm gonna shower and change and maybe lie down in the other bedroom for a bit," she said calmly, and as they nodded, stifling words that might seem over-solicitous. She was in charge here, her word was law, Shane felt, plus she had always pretty much been the adult in the room, after all. Whatever she saw in their faces made her repeat, "I'm good. It's all good."

So. It was awkward, but not too awkward? Shane watched her round the corner to the guest wing. Ilya turned Shane's face with a thumb on his chin and kissed him. After, Shane let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

~~~

Hayden arrived about dinner time, in the long summer twilight. Everyone hugged. It was a little weird, the atmosphere, Shane thought. They managed to steer the conversation to other things, what the twins were doing in this new phase where they didn't want matching anything, different hair cuts, separate rooms, Arthur's struggle because he was in too many sports now and would have to drop at least one if he wanted to have enough time for schoolwork too, Yuna and David's pictures of their trip to Japan, in an auto slideshow on Shane's tablet.

They all watched a movie after dinner. There was a car chase. Jackie stuck close to Hayden, reclining against him, his arm around her as he stroked her hair. Conversation was sparse but comfortable. Ilya was on his phone part of the time, distracted. Shane's glance caught on Jackie's face and skipped. She might already be pregnant. He had... Ilya had....

Shane slept well but by the time he stepped into the kitchen to start seeing about coffee and breakfast, he was nervous again. He caught himself refolding the kitchen towels, stopped himself, and went outside to just breathe and listen to the birds and the wind. He wasn't sure where Ilya had gone, probably to the gym in the basement.

After breakfast, Jackie disappeared again into the hall bath. When she came back, she stood by the kitchen bar, watching as the three men finished cleaning up the dishes and putting things back in the refrigerator. Ilya and Hayden were chirping as usual, Ilya insulting Hayden's hockey record, Hayden insulting Ilya's manners and personality. Familiar as old shoes. She walked up to Hayden as he was drying his hands on a checkered towel and took his face in her hands and kissed him. Then she turned to Ilya and did the same, and finally, smiling, Shane. She tasted like toothpaste.

"Everybody ready?" she said, smiling, eyes bright. Shane was glad he didn't have to actually answer that. He was pretty sure Ilya knew the meaning of "rhetorical" by now as well.

She took Hayden's hand and led the way back to the big bedroom. Shane and Ilya ducked back to brush their teeth too, and when they came out Hayden, lying beside Jackie on the bed, helping her undress, was shaking his head and saying, "This is so weird."

"Yes, but good weird," Jackie said. "You see why I needed you after all. To lower the ambient level of weird but keep it good."

Ilya kissed Shane and went to the other side of the bed and Shane glanced around and turned to the door.

"You too, Shane," Jackie said, "climb in." At her beckoning Shane came back, though he had been prepared to wait in the other room until she and Ilya had finished before coming in for his turn. On those long nights of discussion, when they had all agreed for Shane to participate too, the fact of that had been settled, but in his mind he had assumed that today Ilya would be with Jackie solo and he would join them when they were finished, like they had done yesterday but in reverse, and with the addition of Hayden, now, of course.

Shane in fact had originally been surprised that Jackie had been willing to fuck both of them, and that she had found the idea hilarious and even enticing. In their original discussions the idea of both Shane and Ilya being involved had made Hayden crack some pretty terrible jokes, but the impetus of the idea of Shane doing, um, his bit, even though women were not his thing, had come from Ilya.

"It is selfish of me, probably," Ilya had told Jackie earnestly. "But I still think about, dream about, toddlers, with his hair, his freckles. His brown eyes. If there is a chance of that too, it would mean so much to me." Shane had grabbed his hand, tears in his eyes, there in the Pike's kitchen, and Ilya had tilted his head to put his forehead against Shane's temple. Shane got it -- he dreamed of the same things, a little girl with Ilya's blue eyes, a boy with his messy gorgeous curls.

"We'll see whose sperm wins the race, then," Jackie had laughed at them, and Hayden said, "Oh, no, not that -- if you make this a competition for the two of them there is no telling how this will end up," and laughter pealed again and they wiped their eyes and the men went back to being so fucking amazed that Jackie was willing to do this at all. Shane wasn't sure what Jackie was feeling in that moment, in their bright kitchen, kid's drawings on the fridge, dishes in the sink, but she was grinning, holding Hayden's hand very tightly.

So now, he sat down near Hayden on the big wide bed, pushing Hayden's legs to make room. Jackie's rules, all the way.

"You know how grateful we are, Jackie," Shane said.

"Shh. Save it for later. We don't even know yet if this is going to work or not," she said.

"Although," Hayden said as he stripped off his shirt, "in the past? Any time we were trying? No problem. Getting pregnant on the first shot seems to be one of your superpowers," and he kissed her again.

She left her hand on his shoulder and said, "Ilya first this time. Come on."

Ilya, looking more solemn than usual, to Shane's view, stripped off his tank and skimmed out of his shorts. No underwear. Just to match the others, Shane pulled his shirt off as well and simply let it fall to the floor. None of his laundry routines seemed necessary under the circumstances.

With Hayden curled up beside her, wearing gym shorts, shirtless, Jackie's mood seemed a bit sillier, less serious, than she had been yesterday. She kept touching Hayden with one hand constantly, no matter what her other hand was doing.

So here was Shane, further down the bed, getting hard watching naked Ilya recline beside Jackie on a pile of pale blue pillows, watching Ilya gently kiss her mouth and pet her, running his hand along her torso, cupping a breast, finally cupping her triangle of hair and turning his hand to put his fingers in her folds. She kissed him harder, deeper, tightening her grip on Hayden's hand. Shane found he had reached over to wrap his hand around Ilya's ankle.

Hayden rumbled, "Okay, well, that is fucking hot. I mean, I was happy to come support you, babe, and be the designated security blanket, but I had no idea until this minute that watching you with someone else would be actually this hot."

Hayden's eyes had gotten wide and he had put a hand over his dick, on top of his shorts.

Shane thought "swear jar," but didn't say it. He smiled to himself. Ilya's eyes were closed. He was nuzzling a nipple, much more gently than he usually did with Shane.

"Hmmm," Jackie said. Ilya stopped kissing her breast and raised his head. Their eyes met. Understanding passed between them.

Ilya licked his lips, glanced at Shane, and said to Jackie, "Shall we give your husband a good show, then? Do a little more than the bare requirements?"

Meeting Ilya's eyes, Jackie said to Hayden, "So, would you like that, sweetheart?"

Hayden brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles, then gently bit down. Jackie closed her eyes.

"Holy shit," Hayden said.

"That's a yes," Jackie said.

Ilya and Jackie kissed again, long and dirty, lots of tongue. He pressed his hand flat against her mound, still pausing whatever he had been doing between her legs. Then he leaned on his elbow and turned his head back to meet Shane's eyes.

"You are okay with me doing more, giving Jackie whatever she wants so Hayden can see? No holds barred?"

Shane's heart melted for the tenth time this weekend. Ilya, checking in with everyone, assuming nothing, asking, asking, every time. Shane was conscious of a strange and amazing sense of elated confusion. This whole enterprise was so off the wall, so crazy in the way he had come to expect from having Ilya Rosanov in his life that he didn't really feel like he was being faced with a new decision. Whatever happened, he was in.

Jackie was willing to be their surrogate. But that word was totally inadequate. Hayden was his best friend next to Ilya. Ilya was his life. Jackie had been a rock for him, for Hayden, for the kids, ever since he had met them. He didn't know what to call it, them. Ordinarily he would have called them his family, or something as close as family, and had said that many times to many people. But of course ordinarily you didn't fuck your best friend's wife or have him in your bed while you did it. Normally your best friend's wife wasn't going to be the birth mom of you and your husband's gay baby.

Whatever normal was, whatever convention was, this wasn't it. But again... he had signed up for life with Ilya Rozanov. Conventional had gone out the window years ago.

"I think we're all pretty much ready to give Jackie anything she wants until the end of time," Shane said, caressing Ilya's ankle and shin.

"Fuck, yeah," Hayden said.

"Thank you, Shane," Jackie said, and Hayden laughed. He leaned in, bumping Ilya's side with his head in the process, and nuzzled Jackie's stomach near her navel. She ruffled his hair, looking into Ilya's eyes again. Hayden gave her flat stomach a long lingering kiss and leaned back.

"Okay, Rozy," he said. "Make it good for her. Show us what you've got."

Everyone laughed, but Shane well knew that look of "challenge accepted" on Ilya's face.

He raised his hand to cup the side of Jackie's head, splitting his fingers on either side of her ear.

"I would like to eat you until you come," he said calmly. "If you would like that. It has been some time but I'm pretty sure I remember how to do this."

Shane swallowed a giggle. Jackie nodded, her gaze turned hot and intense. Hayden said, "Jesus."

Ilya kissed her mouth softly, acknowledgement of permission. Then he commenced a leisurely exploration with his mouth of her neck, her shoulders, her collar bones, her nipples, slowly working his way down her body, curling his legs toward Shane as he moved and adjusted.

When Shane realized this was going to take a while he made himself more comfortable, leaning closer to Hayden and turning so that he could watch Ilya's face. Hayden had his hand inside his own shorts now. Jackie was wonderful, but for Shane, watching Ilya without being distracted by his own pleasure was a unique experience and the main attraction. He vaguely rooted around in his own mind for any shred of jealousy, but he couldn't find it. All he felt was a persistent sense of amazed joy. He glanced at Hayden. He was riveted, his hard dick making a wet spot on his shorts. He was still holding Jackie's hand, his eyes shifting from her slack ecstatic face to Ilya's mouth on her body. She had her other hand in Ilya's hair.

Ilya arrived at her pussy and leaned on his elbows, getting his hands under her thighs, moving them a little further apart. Jackie raised her head to watch him and Ilya met her gaze for a moment, then lowered his head and began to rub his lips up, down, around. The gentle rubbing merged into kissing. Shane let his gaze drift down the line of Ilya's back, watching the muscles shift and bunch. He scooted closer, resting a hand on the curve of Ilya's perfect ass. Jackie was breathing harder. He could see the bottom line of her ribs as the skin stretched and rose with her breaths.

Ilya had shifted his hands to tilt her hips to his satisfaction. He was kissing more now, and using his tongue to go deeper. Jackie started to moan.

Hayden leaned in a little, bringing Jackie's hand to his mouth again and talking around her knuckles.
"Yeah, that's how she likes it -- lots of tongue. Don't put fingers in her -- that doesn't work for her with this. God, Rozanov."

Ilya made a noise that was agreement or acknowledgement. His eyes were closed, his mouth busy. Shane didn't have a very good view of Ilya's face any more so he lifted his gaze to Jackie's face. She was flushed now, her mouth open. As he watched she turned her head and opened her eyes and said, "Hayden," and he moved immediately, kissing her mouth, leaning on one elbow and covering her breast with one hand.

Jackie was starting to move now, pushing against Ilya's mouth. She and Hayden were kissing messily, intently.

Shane swallowed and noticed he was getting hard. This was crazy, the craziest thing ever. Ilya was lifting her hips, gripping harder with both hands, leaning on his elbows, and suddenly Jackie was gasping and jerking in his grip, her hands closing on Hayden's shoulders. They had never stopped kissing. Ilya leaned back and Shane could see the edge of his smile as he rested his open hand over her pussy, pressing gently, waiting.

"Oh my god," Jackie said.

"Excuse me please Hayden," Ilya said, laughter in his voice, and Hayden shifted, leaning on one arm, the other hand on Ilya's shoulder as Ilya surged up, bracing himself on straight arms, sliding between Jackie's legs. Shane couldn't see much from where he was sitting nearer the end of the bed, but Hayden, distracted and flushed, sat up straight and grabbed Shane's shoulder, as he looked down to watch Ilya push into her.

It was a delicate thing, Shane thought, Ilya's bulk and strength, balanced over Jackie's much smaller body. Ilya could slide his forearms behind her shoulders and lift her as he balanced on his elbows, curving his lower body into his rhythmic strokes, his head beside hers, his cheek against hers.

"Oh, god," Hayden said, "Jackie." He was gripping Ilya's shoulder now and watching Jackie's face, then turning to watch their hips pressing and rocking.

Shane couldn't help but analyze and dissect even as he realized his own face was flushed, his lips parted, as Ilya moved. Ilya wasn't slapping against her the way he did with Shane, the way Shane loved it. It was more a rolling motion with a kind of a gentle snap at the end. Shane didn't know if it was a girl thing or an Ilya thing or an in the moment thing but everyone seemed to be enjoying it, including Hayden. Now that he'd given Jackie an orgasm, Ilya didn't seem to be prolonging things, just moving quickly toward his own climax, which was, after all, the point. Shane noticed a subtle flush spreading across Ilya's shoulders. It was really something to see this, Ilya making love, from an angle Shane had never experienced before. He sat up straighter.

"Harder, Ilya," Hayden said in a choked voice. "You can go harder now if you want."

"God, Hayden, oh my god," Jackie said and Shane held his breath and reached out, finding Hayden's elbow and gripping hard and then he knew that tension, that suspension, in Ilya's body. Ilya was coming inside her. Ilya pushed his forehead against Jackie's shoulder, suddenly still. "Shane," he called, and Shane said, "I'm here," and he pressed his hand down hard at Ilya's waist.

Time seemed to stop for a moment and then Jackie was laughing, pushing at Ilya's shoulders to check his face and stroke his cheek.

"You are very beautiful," Ilya said, and then Ilya was leaning his upper body up and back so that Hayden could move between them to kiss his wife.

Ilya groped back with his nearer hand, still joined with Jackie, and Shane clutched it.

"Fuck," Ilya said, and everyone laughed again.

"Baby," Hayden was saying, cupping Jackie's face and kissing her. Ilya was pushing up now, easing away, and the geometry reformed with a minimum of bumping and elbows, big bed, great idea. Jackie and Hayden were embracing, lying side by side, and Ilya and Shane had gathered each other up, sitting. Shane, with a strange thrill, nudged at Ilya's face until he could find his mouth, kissing him and tasting Jackie. Ilya, as he raised a hand to Shane's cheek, had tears in his eyes. Shane pulled him close.

Then they were both surprised by Hayden sitting up and leaning toward them, scooting in, putting his arms as far around them as they would go, leaning his head against the side of Shane's.

"This is so fucking weird," Hayden said, and Shane said, "Tell me about it."

Jackie had pushed herself a little higher on the pillows and was watching them fondly. Ilya leaned around and ran his knuckles down her side.

"Okay?" he said.

"Very," she said. "No complaints."

Ilya just nodded and swiped at his face.

Shane had a sense of the time shifting, the momentum shifting. He was hard, for the moment at least, and he was glad to notice that. One hand on Ilya's shoulder, one hand on Hayden's, he met Jackie's eyes and said, "How do you want me?"

She sat up and scooted forward, threading through Ilya's and Hayden's arms, and kissed Shane. He closed his eyes. She had her hands on his face. This was good, this was easy, Shane thought, through a warm wash of affection. Jackie. So fucking amazing. She wanted to kiss him several times, escalating to using her tongue, inviting, and kissing was never not great, her thinner lips, smooth skin, warm mouth, so different from Ilya. He couldn't remember, now, what it was like to kiss Rose, the last woman he'd kissed, but this was so friendly and warm. He followed her lead, deeper kisses, exploring her mouth quite a bit more than he'd done yesterday.

"Very pretty," Ilya murmured, his voice warm and nearby.

"Fuck," Hayden said. "Who knew. Fuck, Jackie!", and Shane felt her smile. He opened his eyes when she turned her head to tell Hayden to get behind her, sit against the pillows. He went immediately, focused on her, listening.

"All this talk of me having whatever I want is making me kinda creative," Jackie said. Her grin turned a little evil.

She rolled to her side, and then she was on her hands and knees, her elbows between Hayden's legs, facing him. Ilya caught his breath at the sight of her firm ass, her slit swollen and wet from the sex they'd just had.

"I was thinking," Jackie said, her voice a little rough, and she was pulling at Hayden's shorts now, and he helped her peel them off and toss them away, "that this position would give Shane more room to maneuver and work out whatever he and Ilya want to do. Meanwhile...."

"Oh, Christ, baby," Hayden said, because she had his cock in her mouth, leaning on her elbows, spreading her legs a little more and lifting her ass to emphasize the muscular dip of her waist.

Ilya said, and again with the laughter, "I think I saw this movie once," and all Shane could do was slap Ilya's shoulder and roll his eyes as he pulled off his shorts, shifted onto his knees and put his hands on Jackie's hips.

Ilya was kissing the side of his neck, then, and reaching for Shane's dick, giving it a few perfunctory familiar tugs that were reassuring and hot all at once. Shane was fully hard again right away. Ilya. Always and forever Ilya; it was ridiculous how the effect Ilya had on him never stopped being immediate and intense.

"I think our Jackie is maybe plenty wet enough for you now," Ilya said against his neck, making Shane shiver. "Hayden, once again with the lube, please," Ilya said, and Shane was a little distracted for a minute because he was looking down, carefully pushing into Jackie, and she moaned approvingly around Hayden's dick and leaned back into Shane a little more.

Hot and wet and tight and the only thing that Shane suddenly compared it to was Ilya's mouth, but that wasn't right either...

"In and out, lyubovniy," Ilya was saying in his ear. "With your hips. Think of being her, think of me inside you, what I do to you. Mirror image," and that flashed so much sense memory for Shane that he groaned and did what Ilya said, and he was good, he could make this good, and then Jesus fuck, the third time he pulled back there were two of Ilya's fingers, slick with lube, pushing into his ass, matching his rhythm with Jackie.

Shane lost track of things there for a bit, Ilya's warmth plastered all along his side, caught between the pleasure from his cock and the friction in his ass, Jackie's skin warm under his hands, but he did hear Hayden say, in a choked voice, "Jesus, Shane, the look on your face."

Then Ilya was saying, "Sweetheart, like that, faster," and Shane's climax rushed right at him and he caught his breath and his head sagged forward. He opened his eyes to the surprising sight of Hayden coming all over his own and Jackie's fingers, one hand in her hair, the other linking with hers around his cock. Ilya was breathing hard, too, licking the side of Shane's neck, patting him a little, reminding him to pull out so that Jackie could lie down.

"So, then, Jackie --" Ilya started to joke, and all she did was laugh and cut him off.

"No," she said, breathless. "No rankings, no numbers, nothing. No. Shut up," and then they were all laughing, except Hayden, who was absently wiping his hand on his chest and gazing at Jackie with adoring eyes.

Shane, kneeling with his hands on his thighs, watching them, still a little orgasm stupid, registered that Ilya had slid away and was now coming back with a couple of hot towels. He dropped one on Hayden's chest and crawled back to Shane, wiping his own fingers and then cleaning Shane up a little, just getting the remnants of lube scrubbed off until they could shower in a bit.

Jackie had the other towel now and had pulled a corner of the duvet over her legs. She smilingly watched Shane and Ilya as Hayden rolled to his knees and went to them. Shane slid his arm around Hayden's shoulders and Hayden jammed his face against Shane's.

"Guys. Guys," Hayden was saying in a confused way. "I never... I had no idea it was like this. It's so much."

"Hey, hey," Ilya said soothingly, and ran his fingers through Hayden's hair, grabbed his shoulder and shook him a little.

Seized by some sweet impulse and not thinking too hard at all, Shane took Hayden's face in his hands and kissed him, once, twice, hard. Buddy, he was thinking. My brother.

Hayden gripped him hard and kissed him back, kissed his cheek, and now he had tears in his eyes, for heaven's sake and Ilya tugged him over and they were all three hugging, messily and tangled, and there was some more kissing. Shane finally pulled back and got his butt down on the bed again, leaning on Ilya, and Hayden went back to snuggling against Jackie. Shane wiped his eyes and felt like he could finally draw a full breath.

And then Ilya was kissing him again, familiar as his own skin, and leaving the bed, rooting around for his clothes on the floor.

"So we all are having new experiences today making a baby," Ilya observed, pulling on his shorts. "Shane and Hayden's first orgy, my first time with a straight guy in my bed plus I have never had this type before, only me with two women. My Jackie, you have expanded my mind!"

Hayden and Jackie didn't seem to be paying any attention to him at all. Shane reached to give a squeeze to Hayden's foot and got up. He padded out to the kitchen and brought back some water for the Pikes and put it on the nightstand. They had rearranged themselves under the duvet and Jackie reached for Shane's hand for a second.

Ilya was standing with arms folded, watching them quietly, and when Shane turned for the door, Ilya followed him. Shane took his hand and headed for the hall bath. The shower there wasn't as big as the one in the en suite but he knew they both would fit. He felt like his skin was too small. He felt like Christmas, like a quiet bursting kind of joy.

~~~

In the morning, as Ilya and Shane so often did at the cottage, they woke with the sun when it came through the trees ("I should just have these window shades taken out of here; we're never going to use them at all", Shane murmured), wandered into the bathroom to brush their teeth and piss, and snuggled back into the middle of the bed to listen to each other breathe and watch the shadows move over the ceiling. Crows called in the distance. Something momentous and deep had happened here and its atmosphere lingered. Shane found his thoughts were straying to his memories of the first time he had brought Ilya here, to this place, to this bed.

This morning, as had never happened at the cottage, Jackie and Hayden, hand in hand, quietly came up to the bed and Jackie said, "Scoot over."

Ilya, eyebrows up, glanced at Shane and obeyed. The Pikes got under the covers, Jackie nearest Ilya in the middle. Snuggling in. Jackie tucked her head under Ilya's chin, little spoon to Hayden's big spoon, which put her eye to eye with Shane. They smiled at each other and Shane reached for her hand. Hayden added his hand to the pile.

"Morning sex for you two? Good or blech?" Jackie said.

"Good," Shane said. "Very good. Often, when we're here."

She smiled. "Go ahead," she said. "Last request. I want to see."

"We want to see," Hayden added.

"Wow," Ilya said. Shane's surprise must have shown on his face because Jackie explained, "You got close to sex, yesterday, when Shane was fucking me and Ilya was helping but we are all in this now and that's the only missing part. And we want to see."

As she spoke Shane could feel Ilya's cock getting harder by the second against his thigh. Shane had slung his leg across Ilya's middle even before the Pikes came in and he had left it there, now nudged up against Jackie's knee.

Ilya began slowly sitting up, dislodging them from either side of him, and turned to Hayden and said "Pike, once again you are the only one who can reach the lube."

Shane felt he had fallen into a different universe. But after yesterday maybe nothing would surprise him ever again.

Ilya turned to Shane, leaning on one elbow, and gently said, "You want?"

And Shane answered, as he had to, as he couldn't not, ever, no matter who was watching: "Always."

After that it was like they were alone together, alone together with these other people making out beside them, as Ilya rolled on top of him, leaving the bottle in a handy spot at the far corner of the mattress.
They kissed and kissed, occasionally meeting each other's eyes. Shane was always aware, in bed, of the weight and regard of Ilya's attention, its intensity and focus creating Ilya's ability to read his every response, adapt so that he was continually making Shane feel as good as was humanly possible. Shane could feel the added weight of the attention of the others, but it blended with Ilya's seamlessly, like someone had turned up the music. He didn't worry about it. He let it carry them and he knew Ilya actually, not so secretly, loved showing off.

Shane stayed on his back and eventually he had his knees around Ilya's shoulders and he gasped and arched the way he always did at the incredible slide of Ilya's cock into his ass, slow this time and patient and inexorable. Without opening his eyes he could feel Ilya's gaze. Hayden had at some point put a palm against Shane's face.

"God, Shane, the way you look," Jackie breathed. Shane opened his eyes when he heard the sound of a kiss just above him, and Jackie kissed Ilya a second time and lay back down between Hayden and Shane.

Shane was floating, Ilya pushing his body to familiar heights, and he said, "More," and then Ilya was giving it to him, sweet and hard and perfect and Shane was moaning and his orgasm was inevitable and crashing and he knew they were looking and he didn't even mind and all he had to do was hang on to Ilya and breathe him in and take it.

"Oh, Shane," he heard Jackie say, and Hayden said, "Jesus," and then nobody had to say another thing. Ilya's arms were hard around him and all he was feeling was loved.

~~~

Shane and Ilya were back at the Ottawa house three weeks later when their phones dinged at the same time.
It was a photo of a test stick with a vivid pink line.

Holding each other close, hanging on, Ilya said, "Mother's Day baby then, you think?"

And Shane said, "Oh my god," and then Ilya was wiping his tears and they were kissing and kissing and kissing.