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Shane woke up feeling like his body was on fire. His legs were jelly, his hips ached, and don’t even get him started on the dull soreness in his lower back. He had initially agreed to help his dad with some yard work, but he didn’t think he was going to be able to. He ended up telling him they’d have to reschedule—a very non Shane Hollander thing to do.
“What are you doing here?” Ilya froze in the kitchen motioning to Shane on the couch, “I thought you were supposed to be with your dad today.”
“I canceled,” Shane groaned, leaning back into the cushions, “I’m just not in the mood.”
“You and I both know that isn’t true,” Ilya placed down the plate he had just eaten off of in the sink and moved to sit next to Shane, “How naughty of you to cancel for this reason, Shane.”
Shane blushed and looked away, “Well I wasn’t the one who went insane over a pair of socks and some glasses.”
“I could not help it,” Ilya groaned, “You were just too hot. I felt like I was so hard that I’d explode.”
A knock at the door followed by the ringing of a doorbell, which alerted Anya who immediately began barking, interrupted them both.
Shane went to get up to go see how it was, but Ilya stopped him, “I will go see who it is,” Ilya gently pushed Shane down with his palm and went to go answer the door. The sound of his mother’s voice filled the room and while in any other circumstance Shane would be happy, right now...it only made him more stressed out. He had told his dad that he couldn’t come because of illness (and that was probably why his mom had showed up) when that was the furthest thing from the truth. Shane was not ill, far from it actually—the soreness in his body and the ache in his bones was indeed real, but not from an injury or a fever.
It was from Ilya—and the very “fun” time they had with one another last night. It had all started over a pair of glasses and some white socks, but that was enough for Ilya to absolutely lose his shit and drag Shane into bed lightening fast. They had fucked until they were both on the brink of passing out. Shane had no idea how Ilya was up and walking around after that and he (Shane) was practically out of commission.
”We will be doing that again,” Ilya wrapped his arms around Shane, pulling him close, “Your attempt to seduce me worked well.”
“I wasn’t even trying to seduce you,” Shane rolled his eyes, “I was reading and then decided to take a shower. You were the one who happened to walk in on me in the midst of me undressing.”
“I heard you were undressing? In our bedroom? Sounds like seduction to me!” Shane punched his shoulder and leaned into his embrace.
“Sorry for the intrusion, I just thought to bring these over,” Yuna had brought over her signature muffins on top of some premade salmon and rice meals for the both of them. She placed them on the counter and then turned her gaze over to Shane, “Your dad said you canceled suddenly because you weren’t feeling well, and that’s not like you. I figured you must be pretty wiped out in order to do that, so I brought you some food.”
“Thanks Mom,” Shane grimaced at his voice, slowly rising and hobbling over the counter to organize it into the fridge. Had he sounded like that all morning? “I appreciate it.”
“Are you sure you don’t need a doctor or something?” Yuna asked again, “You really don’t look good, honey. That’s a pretty bad limp.”
He thought he was hiding the limp well. Turns out, he wasn’t, “I’m ok, I think I just,” Shane paused to adjust himself, wincing at the soreness in his lower body, “pulled something,” Shane could see Ilya trying not to laugh and it took all of his might to not glare at the man as he looked at his mother.
“Pulled something?” Oh no, now Ilya was joining in, “What do you think you pulled?”
“That’s what it feels like,” Shane grit his teeth, “I went to the physio already. They said everything was fine,” Except he hadn’t gone to any physio because there was no injury and he was lying.
“You pulled something? Your father told me you had a cold.”
Shane felt the color drain from his face. Shit. He really hadn’t thought this out. This wasn’t the first time he had delayed or canceled yard work with his dad because Ilya had fucked him too hard and now it seemed like he couldn’t keep his lies straight. He had used the cold lie last time, but he guessed it had slipped out.
“Did I?” He said sheepishly, “No, I definitely pulled something. There’s no cold here.”
“Shane,” Yuna said concernedly, “What’s going on? This is the third time this month that you’ve had this happened and I’m starting to get a little worried.”
“Mom, I’m fine,” Shane sighed, “I can take care of myself. I really, truly did just pull something.”
“If you’re sure,” Yuna relented and Shane felt a wave of relief wash over him. They said their goodbyes and Yuna left, Ilya moving to close the door as Shane sat down at their kitchen table.
“You pulled something?” Ilya smirked.
Shane just glared at him, “Ha ha, very funny,” he rolled his eyes, “I mean at least I don’t have to cook for a few days? This was really thoughtful of my mom to do for me.”
“Yes, your mother is wonderful,” Ilya moved to kiss Shane’s forehead before going to pick up his buzzing phone. When he looked at the screen, Ilya burst into laughter.
“What?” Shane asked, “What’s so funny? Are you laughing at me?”
“Shane,” Ilya breathed as he continued laughing, “You are a terrible liar,” Ilya laughed loudly, handing his phone to Shane whose eyes widened in horror upon the text that Ilya had received, form his mother no doubt.
Mama H: Shane, your physio called me because they couldn’t reach you yesterday. They need you to update some information. I’m still the alternate number there, which is why I got the call.
Mama H: Forgive me if this is too forward or strange...but I ask that you boys please go easy on one another for right now. You have an important game next week. I really thought you were seriously injured, Shane.
Mama H: Also please come help your dad with yard work when you’re recovered. I’m trying to help him and he’s refusing—and he won’t admit he’s struggling. Love you both 💕
Shane looked at the texts with wide eyes as Ilya just continued to laugh.
“I can never look at my mom again,” Shane groaned, “Or my dad. Or any of my family, I’m going to become one with my floor.”
“You will be ok, sweetheart,” Ilya said, “We are young, hot hockey players. Of course we are going to fuck-”
Shane just groaned loudly turning as red as a tomato and placed his head in his hands.