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    “Ilya, hey, hey,” Shane says, setting the plates down and hurrying around the table to Ilya’s side. “What’s wrong, why are you crying?”

    Ilya hiccups. “Is fine. Is nothing. I am just crying because Pike is so ugly,” he blubbers. “And it is so sad that these beautiful children have to look at his face every day.”

    Pike waits until Ilya’s got his hands over his eyes to meet Shane’s gaze and mouth 'what the FUCK'.

    Or: after Shane moves to Ottawa, Ilya develops a habit of randomly bursting into tears.

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    15 Apr 2026

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    “I always feel so safe with you,” Shane pants into the pillow as Ilya fucks into him. Shane flat on his belly on the bed, Ilya plastered on top of him like the world’s heaviest weighted blanket, their skin pressed together all the way from their knees to the nape of Shane’s neck. “So safe, so safe, I’m—oh, fuck, Ilya—“

    By all measures, Ilya should be touched by this comment, if not wildly turned on. Instead, he finds he has to squeeze his eyes shut for a brief moment, hips stilling, to focus on thinking sexy thoughts so his cock doesn’t go soft.

    Ilya has some issues with the notion of safety, especially as it applies to him.

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    15 Apr 2026

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    Still, he can’t help it. He’s fucking horny.

    “Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do.” Shane stands, hands on his hips. He fixes Ilya with his game plan look he gets right before he gives the team a speech in the locker room. “You’re gonna finish your game, I’m gonna finish cleaning, then you’ll—“

    “Fuck your brains out?” Ilya interrupts.

    Then you’re gonna make us some lunch, and we’re gonna eat it on the back patio.”

    Shane cockwarms Ilya. Ilya tries to be a good boy.

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    12 Apr 2026

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    Ilya knows that, between him and Shane, he's the more affectionate of the two. He's not sure if it's because he's from Europe, where everyone greets each other with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, or if it's because he grew up so starved for love and affection that he can't do anything except show Shane how much he loves him at any chance that he has.

    So, yes, he knows that he's the one most likely to kiss Shane on the cheek when he skates by him at practice or come up behind Shane when he's cooking dinner just to wrap his arms around him or fall on top of Shane while he's reading on the couch, desperate to have his skin touching Shane's.

    But, Shane… Shane loves Ilya differently. It's quieter. More intentional.


     

    Or, five times that Shane loved Ilya in his quiet way, and one time that he loved Ilya loudly.

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    03 Apr 2026

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    “Hey,” Ilya’s voice, deep and rough, resonates through Shane all the way down to the bottoms of his feet.

    He turns his head toward the sound, but doesn’t open his eyes, instead opting just to keep the blissed-out look on his face as he waits to hear what Ilya’s going to say. 

    Shane imagines it’ll be something like, ‘You are perfect. Such a good boy.’

    Or maybe in Russian, ‘I love you so much.’

    But much more likely, ‘I give you ten minutes, and then I blow you in the shower.’

    Fingers brush against his cheek, and Shane leans into the touch, lost in the feeling of being loved and wanted so wholly. And then, “Would you still love me if I was a worm?” 

    His eyes open, and he wonders if his dopamine-addled brain has just misheard. “I’m sorry. What?”

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    02 Apr 2026