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Scott hadn't meant to spy. Really! He hadn't! All he wanted to do was go take a walk without having to interact with anyone trying to get him to go out clubbing. This, of course, meant he was checking his peephole before exiting his hotel room. When he saw Shane Hollander approaching, he sighed, waiting for the inevitable door knock and trying to decide if he'd pretend to be out or not.
Except the door knock didn't come.
Or, rather, it did, but not directly in front of Scott as he had been expecting. Instead, Scott heard the knock coming from his right. But that couldn't be right– That was Rozanov's room. Unless Scott had gotten himself all turned around, Hollander was approaching Rozanov. But for what?
Without thinking, Scott found himself exiting his room, turning towards Rozanov's room just in time to see the door click close. That should've been Scott's hint to turn around and walk away– go take that walk he was intending to take now that the hall was empty. Instead, he found himself knocking on the door to Rozanov's room. He could hear faint words and the shuffling of feet; he also knew that Hollander and Rozanov were in there, but that was besides the point. They clearly didn't want to be found out, so Scott should just take the hint and walk away.
“I know you're in there, rook,” Scott found himself saying instead. “You're not going to kill Rozanov, now, are you?”
Scott could hear twin sighs and the soft thunk of something– probably Hollander's head– hitting the wall. Rozanov opened the door, ushering Scott in and fixing him with a smirk. “You care if I live or die now, Hunter?”
“Nah, I'm here to help Hollander if that's his goal,” Scott chirped back.
“I'm not going to kill him, Mr. Hunter!” Hollander spluttered while Rozanov laughed.
“Mr. Hunter?” Rozanov teased. “Is he your school teacher now?”
Hollander glared at Rozanov, arms crossed defensively across his chest. “It's called being polite, Rozanov.”
“Is polite to treat colleague like eighty year old man?”
“That's not–”
“What, exactly, is going on here?” Scott cut in; he knew if he didn't, they'd keep this up all night.
Hollander spluttered again, clearly trying to find a convincing lie that Scott would have to pretend to believe, only for Rozanov to speak up first. “The two of us are going to fuck, so unless you are planning to watch, you should leave.”
Scott should leave– he knew he should leave. These were two rookies doing something incredibly stupid (and brave, his brain thought unhelpfully) and Scott should leave.
Instead, he pushed further into the room and sat down on the chair across from the bed.
Rozanov raised an eyebrow at this. “I would not have expected this from you, Hunter. You seem far too boring and old for something like this.”
“Wha– what's happening?” Hollander stammered, looking from Rozanov to Scott and back again.
“Mr. Hunter,” Rozanov teased. “Clearly wants a show. So we give him one, da?” Hollander looked at Scott with wide eyes before turning his attention back to Rozanov. He nodded once, and Rozanov made his attack.
They kissed like they played– aggressive and passionate, leaving everything on the floor. Scott wasn't too proud to admit it was hot to see; it was stupid and dangerous for– for all three of them– but god if it wasn't hot. Rozanov tugged at Hollander's shirt and Hollander ripped it off before trying to get Rozanov to do the same. Once they were both shirtless, Hollander collapsed to his knees, mouthing at the growing bulge in Rozanov's pants.
“He loves this,” Rozanov said, eyes flickering between Hollander and Scott. “Loves having a cock in his mouth– so eager to please.” He cut himself off with a loud groan as Hollander pulled his pants down and got his mouth on Rozanov’s dick for real. Rozanov shuffled their position slightly, giving Scott a better angle to see just how eagerly Hollander was taking Rozanov's dick. Scott can tell that the blowjob was kind of sloppy, but he could also tell that Rozanov really didn't care given the way he was tugging at Hollander's hair; sometimes being eager was enough to make it good, Scott thought.
Scott– feeling oddly brave– started to palm himself through his pants. Rozanov smirked at him again before pulling Hollander back to his feet and into another fierce kiss. He then shoved Hollander onto the bed, tugging Hollander's pants off and stepping out of his own as he did. “I promised you a fuck,” Rozanov practically purred at Hollander. “And I promised old man Hunter a show. Are you going to be a good boy and help me put on a show for Hunter?”
Hollander's whimpers seemed to serve as enough of a ‘yes’ for Rozanov.
It came as no surprise to Scott that Ilya Rozanov was a skilled lover; he'd seen the tabloids and knew they couldn't all be wrong. Watching as Rozanov took Hollander's dick into his mouth and started to run a finger over his ass, Scott came to realize just how talented Rozanov could be. Hollander was moaning and whimpering and wiggling helplessly– it would've been adorable if Scott hadn't been so turned on. Scott freed his dick from his pants just as Rozanov pushed his first finger into Hollander's hole; the sound Hollander made would ring in Scott's brain until the end of time– needy and loud and hot. He jerked himself slowly, trying to time his hand with Rozanov lingering Hollander open. Part of Scott wished he could have fingers in his own ass right now, but it would be far more of a hassle than it was worth. And it would make him miss the show that Rozanov and Hollander were putting on for him, which was the last thing he wanted.
“He is beautiful like this, no?” Rozanov asked as he eased a second finger into Hollander; Hollander moaned again, that same gorgeous sound as before, only louder this time. “So responsive, so needy– Big, tough captain on the ice, melting from just two fingers in his ass.”
“I think he can take more,” Scott said, voice cracking from disuse and desire in equal measure. Hollander groaned at that, clearly pushing back on Rozanov's fingers. “Right, rook? You can take more than that.”
“More,” Hollander agreed with a moan. “Roz– need you– please–”
Rozanov smirked, removing his fingers and lining his dick up with Hollander's hole. “Well. Since you ask so nicely.”
Despite all of the prep that Rozanov had done, he was being extremely gentle with Hollander as he slowly pushed in. It wasn’t what Scott had been expecting at all– Rozanov seemed like the kind of guy who fucked with reckless abandon. But no, he took his time with Hollander, whispering words of encouragement and praise that felt far more real than Scott was expecting.
“You take my cock so well, Hollander,” Rozanov groaned out. “So beautiful for me– and for Hunter.” He grabbed Hollander's face, turning him to face Scott. “Look how hard he is for you. Look how he touches himself– all because of you. You will cum for Scott Hunter, yes? Cum for him, show him how pretty you are when you finish.”
Hollander did just that, back arching off the bed as he came, white streaking his stomach– Rozanov's too. Scott couldn't help but speed up his own hand at that, this time matching the speed of Rozanov's hips as they slapped against Hollander's ass, leaving Hollander a whimpering mess.
“Get up, Hunter,” Rozanov commanded, leaving Scott not choice but to follow the order. He pulled out of Hollander, ripping the condom off and started to jerk himself off rapidly. “You and I will cum on Hollander now, da?”
As if waiting for permission, Scott finally came, ropes of white adding to the mess on Hollander's stomach. Rozanov finished a second after him, leaving all three of them panting and spent.
“I will get cloth to clean you up,” Rozanov said softly to Hollander. He fixed Scott with an intense stare. “Don't leave.”
Scott waited as Rozanov cleaned the cum off of Hollander's body, soft words murmured in Russian as he went. He then turned to Scott, a second rag in hand, and started to clean the small mess covering Scott's cock from before he took his pants off. “Was good for you?” Rozanov asked as he finished, pulling Scott's boxers back up as he did.
“It was great,” Scott answered honestly.
“And for you, Hollander?”
Hollander gave a thumbs up before making grabby hands at Rozanov. “Would be better if you laid down too.”
Rozanov chuckled at that, a fond smile on his face as he looked at Hollander. He had clearly forgotten he had an audience, as he stiffened when he noticed that Scott was still watching this exchange. “I will, Hollander. I just need to see what our guest wants to do.”
“Me?” Scott asked, feeling stupid when Rozanov raised his eyebrow at him again. “What, uh. What do you want me to decide?”
Rozanov gestured to Scott's pants which were still on the floor. “You can leave. Go back to your boring hotel room all alone and try to figure out if this really happened,” he said before leaning in and kissing Scott on the cheek. “Or you can stay. We will all lay down and hold each other until we all feel grounded again.”
“That one,” Scott blurted. “I pick that one.”
For the first time, Rozanov smiled genuinely at Scott, ushering him into the bed next to Hollander before going to the other side and laying down– Hollander safely in between both of them. Scott watched Rozanov as Rozanov watched Hollander– a soft smile on his face that felt too personal for Scott to be seeing. He let his eyes slip closed, slinging an arm over Hollander and grabbing Rozanov's hand. Rozanov squeezed it before lacing their fingers together, their hands intertwined over Hollander's sleepy and spent body.
This was definitely better than going for a walk.