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They were supposed to get their rooms. Shane and Ilya were married it made perfect sense. They had not shared before that instance and didn't want this to become routine. Coach Wiebe assured them that this was a one-off fluke. A scheduling failure on the hotel's behalf.

Bood could honestly care less, it's not like they were going to have sex with him in the room and they weren't sharing a bed. He could handle it. Maybe not Ilya being an asshole to him and Shane for shits and giggles, but everything else definitely. He wasn't homophobic in the slightest and loved Shane, Ilya too..but Shane now he was a cool ass dude. 3 Stanley cups but acted like Bood's curry chicken was the biggest accomplishment ever. He was so open and honest, was never snark with you. He put himself out on the table and said 'This is me' like it or leave it. Bood respected that. Ilya was cool too.

 

He could look at you and somehow know you had a bad day. He would never leave it too. He would fix it. Mad because you forgot to pack a post practice snack, Ilya would treat you to lunch. Accidently broke curfew on a trip? Ilya was 'asleep' and never saw you leave. Wound up from not seeing your hot ass wife for a week, Ilya would leave the room so you could have phone sex. Sure he would chirp you after but it's the thought that counts. He was blunt, if you needed his advice he would not bullshit you or baby you. He would speak soft and calm, but his words would still be honest and direct. His incredible romantic advice probably saved quite a few marriages.

Safe to say Bood was a little happy he got to be the one who roomed with them. It would be a nice relaxing week.
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They had settled into their room.

Bood was flipping through the TV channels trying to find Disney. It always helped him fall asleep on the road.

"Ilya, can you get the soaps out while I get the clothes." Ilya looked up from his phone at his husband. "Okay."

Bood took his gaze from the TV to see the 6'1 Russian holding bottles of toiletries in his huge hands. Jesus they hand to be the cleanest guys on earth. All bood packed was a bar of dove soap.

"Jesus, you guys bought the whole soap isle." Ilya flushed a bit.

"One bottle is mine, rest for Shane." Ilya turned to head into the bathroom.

Now Bood could see Shane taking out neatly folded Pajamas and setting them on the bed. It was very methodical. It made Bood a bit dreary.

Shane caught his gaze "Your staring." He went back to zipping up the suitcase. "Look I know its weird but-"

"Shane don't be crazy bro. I just thought it was satisfying to watch. like those ASMR videos Harris sends in the group chat."

Shane let out a small laugh. "I knew you guys watched them! You have to stop lying about it to Harris."

"Well then he will stop, reverse psychology." Bood tapped his temple

"Oh please, spell psychology." Shane smirked.

Bood flipped him off and turned his attention back to the TV.

Ilya emerged from the bathroom a slinked up behind Shane. "Water is ready..."

"Ilya.." Shane turned to where Bood was laying.

"Yeah Ilya." Bood mocked "No shower sex you two. In and out."

Shane rolled his eyes and dragged his husband by the thumb into the bathroom. Ilya made it a point to fan himself and roll his eyes back as Shane dragged him.

20 minutes passed and everything was normal. Bood was waiting for his routine room service pizza to arrive, a tradition at this point, and sat watching re-runs of That's So Raven.

Ilya suddenly emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his waist, pulling his disposable shower-cap off and tossing it into the bin frustrated. He slipped into his pj's which was a pair of pajama pants with teddy bears, no shirt and plopped down on his bed.

"What did you do?"

Ilya sat up and turned to him. "I did nothing!"

"Now we both know that aint true Rozy Posy. Cmon gossip with me about your hubby." Bood turned so they were both facing each other.

"Fine! I was trying to....you know. Then, Shane kicked me out of the shower!" He crossed his arms like a child.

Shane came out from the bathroom glistening, towel around his waist. "I didn't 'kick him out', I told him is he couldn't keep his hands to himself then he should step out. Not my fault he can't resist me." Shane shrugged.

"You are my husband, am allowed to touch." Ilya argued.

"You are such a baby." Shane went back into the bathroom and came back with a bottle of lotion. He tossed the bottle into Ilya's lap and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Ilya picked up the bottle then looked over at Bood and blushed.

Shane must have noticed Ilya's pause and looked over his shoulder "You ok?" as if that would be the only reason his husband wouldn't be doing whatever it is he is supposed to do was if he was physically incapable.

Ilya scooted up behind Shane and placed a few dollops on his back before rubbing it in.

Shane was watching the TV intently "Bood why did she tell him she didn't want to ask him out, she was just talking about wanting to date him." Shane sounded genuinely confused.

"Well she thinks if she tells him she doesn't want him, it will make him like her more." Bood explained

Shane sometimes didn't get social stuff right away. It takes him a beat longer to get the joke then others but he hides it well. Looking around to see who is laughing. Ilya told him Shane feels stupid about it so Bood got good at explaining things in a way that didn't make him feel less then. He felt honored the first time he told a joke and instead of fake laughing Shane simply asked him to explain it. Shane never put his front up for Bood again.

"That makes no sense." Shane furrowed his brow.

Bood shrugged "Love is weird like that"

"Da, is very weird." Ilya said pressing a kiss into his husbands back. "You have one new dry patch, is small though."

Shane groans. "Fuck eczema."

Ilya pressed another kiss onto Shane's neck "I know....sorry кролик."

Shane stood up and Ilya leaned forward to keep the contact as long as possible. He ended up clinging to Shane's waist and being pulled forward onto his stomach.

Shane took off his towel and folded it neatly on the bed, Bood swears he herd Ilya groan. He then slipped into his pj's which consisted of an old way to big sweatshirt and blue fuzzy pants with stripes.

"Bood do you wanna shower before we start skincare or after?" Shane asks

"Pardon?" Bood sits up and looks at a blushing Ilya.

"Skincare? You know like serums and face wash an-"

"He gets it." Ilya interrupted. Shane snapped his head towards his husband and gave a look that struck fear into his heart. "Did not mean to stop you." Ilya immediately back tracked

"You guys go ahead" Bood sat back. The chirps where loading.

Shand reached into one of their bags and pulled out matching headbands. He slipped his on and walked over to Ilya.

"I dont need it..." Ilya put his hand out.

Shane gave a confused look. "You love these things, the only reason a bought them was because you couldn't stop complaining that your hair would get in your face."

Ilya looked up into Shane's face. Met his eyes. Took a deep sigh and lifted his head up to let Shane slide on the head band.

Shane dragged him up from the bed by the arm and into the bathroom. Ilya gave Bood an evil threatening glare but Bood just smirked.
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The love birds where still in the bathroom when the pizza finally came. Bood ripped off his hoodie and walked over to the door.

As he passed the bathroom he saw Ilya Rozanov, grinning from ear to ear, purple tape over his teeth, with washing foam all over his face. Rubbing his husbands under eyes with a red LED light tool as Shane went on about the hockey stats of the team they were about to play.

It was so sweet it was sickening. It reminded Bood of when he and Cassie would wash her hair. He would lather it up and carefully pour water over it, making sure none of it ended up in her eyes. He remembers watching soap run down her back...and over her ass..Shit right the pizza.

Bood happily took it and thanked the clerk.

He sat down in his bed and helped himself to a slice as the hockey husbands walked out, Shane first.

Shane looked over at Bood and his face visibly sunk.

"Bood, isn't it a little late for-" He waved his hands over Bood's area.

"I'm going to clean up, I swear" Bood took another monster bite of the pizza. It was perfectly cheesy and warm. "Posy want a piece?"

Ilya had been standing behind his husband eyeing the pizza hungrily. He looked over to Shane before answering. "No, to late in the night."

"No, no if you want one go ahead." Shane crawled into bed "But you are not bringing...that, into this bed."

"No pizza for me, not hungry. Hate pizza." Ilya crawled until he was next too his husband."You love pizza shut up." Shane rolled his eyes

Bood shrugged and finished his slice. He put the pizza box in the fridge and headed to shower.

He was met with about a dozen bottles lined up on the double sink. A dozen more on the shower floor. "Jesus Hollander!"

"I have a skin condition, what do you want from me!?" Shane yelled back.

”I cant even read some of these!"

"Don't touch them, you will ruin the order" Shane called back sounding a bit distressed

"Ok ok!" Bood moved into the shower.

Who knew the rough and tough couple was so high maintenance.
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Bood came out to find Shane on the bed in his reading glasses chewing on his hoodie string, book resting on his bent knees, playing with his husband's curls.

Ilya was curled into Shane, eyes periodically switching from watching TV to staring at his husband.

"Get a room" Bood said as he walked past wrapped in his towel.

"This is our room Bood." Ilya teased

Bood slipped into his t -shirt and shorts then into bed.

Shane took off his glasses and placed them on the nightstand along with his book. "M' ready for sleep."

Ilya got up and went to the thermostat "68." He said softly.

He then went to their bag and pulled out a bottle of melatonin gummies and a protein drink. Then something else.

A black and red bonnet.

He passed Shane what he needed and slipped the bonnet over his head. Shane turned to Bood "I always get bad anxiety on the first night in new places, its weird.." Shane looked up to see Ilya glaring at a snickering Bood.

"Bood you say a word about this I WILL get Cassie to divorce you." Ilya glared as Bood tried to cover his smile.

Shane smiled at his husband and Ilya's anger dissolved as he met his gave. "It's cute and practical Ilya, no one cares."

Ilya placed a soft kiss one Shane's forehead and took the bottle of gummies from his hands. Opening it and placing one in his hand. Then moving to open the protein drink for him as well.

"Whole thing, to make up for dinner, I do not blame you. Pasta was too much but you tried. Will tell Leena tomorrow." He said softly

Shane nodded and took the gummy. He paused for a moment, then closed his eyes and downed the entire drink while Ilya rubbed circles on his back and whispered something in Russian.

"Thank you for everything..." Shane said

Bood never noticed just how devoted Ilya was.

He was always doing what Shane wanted before he even wanted it. If Shane set his empty cup down at a party Ilya would get up and come back with another cup. If Ilya got up to go throw away his trash he would hold his hand out to Shane so he could take his trash too. If they went out to eat Ilya would always order something to take home to Shane. If people where talking and Shane could not keep up, Ilya would lean in and fill him in. When Shane complemented Troy's Gymshark set he came to practice a week later wearing the same one in navy because Ilya had bought it for him in every color.

Now he was tucked up with his husband, bonnet on. Skin baby soft. Hugging Shane tightly like he was gonna run away. Right where he wanted to be.

Bood put his headphones on, pulled out his phone and Called Cassie.

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“Come on Roz. You have to come.” Troy was still trying to convince him

Ilya slipped on the last of his home clothes and stood up. “I told you, I can't. Is wash day. If I miss it Shane will kill me. Won't let me sleep in the same bed.”

“Come on, Dykstra is having another kid. He wants us all to be there to celebrate.” Bood said leaning on the opposite locker.

“I will see them at BBQ next weekend. Is fine.” Rozy

“Alright so it will just be Shane then?” Troy began.

“Um-no. Is wash day, I just said.” Ilya looked at him like what he said was obvious to anyone with a brain.

“You both wash you hair on the same day?” Bood asked curious

It then occurred to Ilya that not everyone knew him and his husband’s routine like the back of their hand.

“No no he washes my hair for me. Is two person job to look this good.” Ilya smiles, already looking forward to tonight's events.
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They got home and began their evening routine.

“I’m feeling up for something challenging. Lasagna maybe?” Shane walked into the kitchen to check if they had all needed ingredients.

Ilya followed him and leaned onto the kitchen island.

“With a salad, just in case” Shane added.

Ilya nodded lightly and watched as his husband pulled out the ingredients. Once Shane pulled out the cutting board and tomatoes Ilya knew to move deeper into the kitchen and assumed his station.

Shane could do it all himself, and he certainly will be doing the bulk of the work. Shane just needed to give Ilya something to do so he could stay in the kitchen with him without feeling watched.

It made Shane nervous when he just stood in the kitchen, even if they were just talking or Ilya was on his phone. He still felt like he was being monitored and judged for his food(which sometimes he was). After a thorough therapy session, Shane finally brought it up to him. Now Shane gives him a menial task to do while they are in the kitchen so he feels more comfortable.

They cook and talk shit about hockey plays. Ilya enjoyed these moments, he spent so long thinking that what they were now was unobtainable.

“Ilya…jesus christ.” Shane groaned out as his husband sucked his dick.

The lasagna was in the oven and they had twenty minutes to kill. Shane needed half of that so Ilya shot his shot.

Shane must have been just as pent up as he was because he barely put up a fight. Now he was leaned on the counter they where just cooking on, leg hooked on Ilya’s shoulder. Head thrown back in pleasure.

“Fuck Ilya…fu-shit. Oh my god.” Ilya loved to reduce his husband to this. A cursing moaning mess, complete opposite of his polite Canadian persona. Only Ilya got to see this part of him. The part that was calm and free. He would suck his dick forever if it would keep the weight off his shoulders.

He almost didn’t register the beeping of the oven over the obscene noises he and Shane were making. Shane had tapped his shoulder but he took that as a sign to go faster, when Shane pushed his head he figured he was about to come and didn't stop. It wasn't until Shane hit his back HARD that he finally pulled off.

Ilya wiped his mouth “Shane wh-”

Shane was yanking his shorts up and turning to the oven, Haphazardly pulling on his oven mitts.
“Shit! It’s burnt.” Shane pulled out the lightly browned lasagna.

“It’s not burnt, is crispy. Looks good.” Ilya moved to look over the tray of steaming food.

Shane was looking at it as if searching for imperfections to point out to change Ilya’s mind.

“Is good, looks good.” Ilya put a strong hand on Shane’s hip.

“Yes, it will be very good. Lets plate it.” Shane said with an exhale.
Shane pulled out the plates methodically and made Ilya’s plate first. Ilya took a seat at the island setting down their signature sodas.

Shane took the serving spoon and stood over the pan. He froze.

Don't scare him. Talk gently and assess what you need to do. “Shane, do you want to eat?” Ilya asked softly

“Of course.” Shane let out a half laugh, half sob.

“Then why are you not moving?” Ilya didn't move from his seat. Shane shouldn't feel crowded, he needed space to exert the control he sought.

“I burnt it, I made a mistake because I lost control so I want some back to quiet the anxiety. I want to measure my portion. I want to know exactly how much of each ingredient is in it so I can calculate calories accurately.” Ilya chuckles to himself hearing Shane’s strange was of pronouncing the word accurate.

“And what are you going to do instead.” Ilya leaned in patiently.

Shane took a deep sigh. “Reach out…Ilya could you pl-“ Ilya was already up and taking over cutting his portion.

They sat and ate. Shane ate more than Ilya thought he would and seemed to enjoy the crispy parts just like Ilya. He took a bite of the crispy edge of Ilya’s piece off his fork and when the crunch reverberated inside his mouth he smiled so wide Ilya thought he might melt.

“Ты все мое сердце и душа, такая красивая” Ilya crooned

“Oh fuck off.” Shane blushed and smiled to himself “I’m not that fluent yet..”

“Good.” Ilya smirked “means you must learn more.”

“Ты задница.” Shane said slyly

“Hollander, you dare say such things to you husband.” Ilya looked at his husband with fake shock.

“You said to learn more.” Shane shrugged.

Ilya placed a small peck on his cheek and they continued to eat.
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Their shower routine was always calming in its structure.

Because they where gonna be in their for a while Shane let Ilya bring in his Bluetooth speaker where he was blasting Moscow Mule by Bad bunny and trying to get a soapy naked Shane to dance with him in the shower.

“Ilya…” Shane said as he slipped his hands onto his hips.

“We have all the time sweetheart…just you and me.” Ilya brought Shane’s hand to his lips and began to gently kiss.

He looked over to find Shane blushing and staring at him like he was the sun and stars. He would be if Shane asked him.

Ilya kissed down his arm and onto the freckles of his shoulders.

“Ok, ok.” Shane moved back. Turn back around so We can rinse out the conditioner. Ilya happily complied.

Despite being the shorter of the two he still made sure to thoroughly scrub his scalp. He even got one of those rubber scalp scrubbers off amazon. It made Ilya calm in a way even he explain.

“Shane…my-my” Ilya mumbled out while Shane scrubbed his scalp.

“I know Ilya.” Shane pressed a kiss on his shoulder.

He was everything and Ilya was relieved to know he knew that.

Shane ran his fingers through Ilya’s hair to make sure the conditioner was incorporated properly before grabbing the plastic cup sitting on the shower ledge and filling it with warm water.

“Front or back?” Shane said into his ear so he could be heard over the music. The contact made Ilya shiver.

“Back.” Ilya said slowly leaning down.

Shane always asked because sometimes Ilya like for the water to run down his face, other times he wanted it all to run down his back.

Shane poured the water over his head, his fingers follow the stream of warm water.

“Oh but why don’t you stand under the shower head and rinse it out like that?” Cause it’s not as nice?

Shane tapped his shoulder and Ilya got down on his knees. Shane stood in-front of him and continued the proof getting the conditioner out of his hair without getting in his face per his request.

Ilya kept his eyes close. As much as the view would have rocked him that’s not what this was for. He just needed to let his mind soak in every single sensation.

The feeling of his husband’s hands in his hair. The warms water running down his back. The sweet scent of their array of body soap. The smell of his curly conditioner.

He put his hand on Shane’s ass and leaned on his sculpted torso. Shane rubbed his back and pours more water over his head.

“Time to get up baby..”

Ilya whines. He doesn’t want to leave ever, this was heaven. His own personal heaven.

“Up.” Shane is firm now, nothing could inturupt his routine.

Ilya stood and shamelessly watched as Shane walked over to get their towels.

All that ass, all his. He wishes there was a prayer specifically for his husband‘s ass that he could mutter out just to show the universe he was thankful.

Shane came back and began to towel them both off.

It was methodical and considerate. He made sure to place soft kisses over the places that he dried. Shot Ilya cute little looks before focusing on drying him off again.

Ilya slipped into a pair of pajama pants and waited in the bathroom with his wet hair over the sink.

Shane would freak out if droplets landed on the floor.

Shane was at their other sink, finishing up his skin care. He was using the pink bottle so he was done with his second oil cleanser, which meant he would put on moisturizer soon.

The precision and efficiency was something else. Ilya couldn’t help but watch.

“Ok ok, let’s start.” Shane turned.

Ilya sat down on the stool. They had pulled in there and let his husband start his work.

Leave in conditioner first. Shane put a dime sized amount into his hand, rubbed it around and then dragged his fingers through Ilya’s hair.

Pressing the tips of his fingers on his scalp and then dragging down. The light pressure from the tugging filled him with calm.

Then curl enhancing cream. Shane was very generous with this because it smelled really nice and of course, because it was good for his husband‘s hair but most mostly because he liked the smell.

He filled his palm to the brim with it, then rubbed his hands together and dragged it through his husband’s soaked hair. Shane let out a satisfied hum as he worked his hands through the damp curls. The sensory input from this action, soothed him in a way he couldn’t explain.

Ilya just leaned his head back and enjoyed the massage. He had spent years taking care of his own hair poorly. The only times he properly washed. It was when Svetlana came over and demanded to buy him some products to use, but those would go unused after she left. Maybe he would get it professionally done once or twice for brand deals or something but other than that he didn’t really care.

Now, if you asked him to miss a wash day, he’d look at you like you had two heads. Because it was about him and Shane now. About his husband being raw and un guarded. About the two of them being so vulnerable with each other the same vulnerability they denied themselves for so many years. He wouldn’t miss it for anything.

“Ilya hand me the brush.” Shane reached his hand out

Ilya handed his the Unbrush Shane had insisted he use to define his curls.

Shane put the handle of the brush into the waistband of his sweatpants and scoop, some curl defining mousse into his hand and onto his husband’s head.

“Agh-cold.” Ilya shivered at the contact.

“The instructions said store in a cold place. I put it in my skincare fridge for 20 minutes. It shouldn’t even be that cold. You’re such a baby.” Shane swatted Ilya’s shoulder.

He began to work the brush through Ilya’s hair in sections. Using the tiny black and white claw clips to pinch away each finished section.

“Beautiful!” Shane said watching the brush perfectly slide through Ilya’s hair

Ilya smiled into the mirror looked at his focused husband. The routine and repetition relaxed, Shane. Made him loser. He liked having control and he liked when that control mounted to a reward. It was weird to say out loud, but Shane liked to control his hair. He liked to know exactly which products could get out the ratty knots that inhabited his head. He liked doing the steps in the perfect order. He liked reading the instructions on the bottle. And then he liked looking at the finished product and running his hands through his husband‘s curls triumphantly.

“And baby if the butt is round!” Shane belted out.

“And you want a tripple X throw down.” Ilya echoed with him.

They had gotten into the more hype part of his playlist and started listening to Sir Mix-A-Lot. Apparently, this was one of Shane’s go to songs with Hayden so they were very much into it.

“Baby got back!” Shane turned around with his back to the mirror and looked over his shoulder. He was holding the brush and using it as a microphone and moving his hips a little. It gave his butt a little jiggle that Ilya couldn’t get enough of.

He couldn’t help but give it a playful slap in tune with the music.

“-little in the middle, but she got much back!” Shane flexed in the mirror to show off his trim waist. Ilya clutched his chest and pretended to topple over eliciting a laugh from his husband.

 

Ilya loved seeing this part of Shane. He wished the world could see it and simultaneously hoped nobody would. This was his. This was the Shane he married.

The song ended, and Shane got back to running the unbrush through his hair. Now they were listening to best part by H.E.R.

Shane was swinging back-and-forth and every so often pressing kisses on the back of his neck.

“Love me wont you?” Shane held his face and met his eyes in the mirror.

“Love me won’t you.” Ilya sang back with a wink.

Shane was on the last section when Young called on FaceTime.

“Hello Young, you good?”

Young was clearly in a club sitting down in a booth, nursing a drink behind him or more like beside him trying to get behind him was a couple of the other guys.

“Hey Cap!”

“Rozyyyy”

“Rozy Posyyy!”

Shane appeared from behind him for a moment

“Shane! Hey bro!”

“Holly!”

“Shaneyyy Hiiii.”

“Hey man!”

Shane gave a brief wave before returning to finishing the section.

Ilya grinned “We are washing my hair cannot stay long.”

“We?” Shae scoffed.

Ilya knew Shane preferred to do it. Same way he preferred to do the laundry and pack the suitcases. He liked the organization the repetition, the way there was a clear right way to do things. A clear efficient way to get things done.

He had tried to help. Shane wash his hair. It was nice too. But then he had a really bad depressive episode and Shane had to wash his hair for him after he let it get all crusty again and after that, they just couldn’t go back.

“This is wash day?” Young yelled from the other side of the phone.

Young clearly understood why he wouldn’t skip this for the world. He had his handsome husband behind him, taking care of him, swaying with him to calm, relaxing music, filling his hair filled with luxurious products. Who wouldn’t want this?

“You know we originally called to try to bully you to come out, but honestly that looks fucking amazing-shit.”

“Yeah.”

“Is that H.E.R? She fire.”

“Guys don’t hold them up h-“

And just like that, the call was over.

Just in time for Shane’s favorite part. Now that Ilya’s hair was all brushed out and hanging down to his shoulders. It was time for the scrunch.

Shane loved the scrunch. He loved hearing the crispy crackle of the products locking his husband‘s curls tightly in place.

Shane hummed softly as he went around, removing all the clips and scrunching each section.

“Perfect, look so handsome.” Shane ran his hands through Ilya’s finished hair.

“Only for you.” Ilya replied.

Shane went out to the bedroom and came back, holding Ilya’s bonnet. Red and black with 81 on the top of it.

Shane slid it over his head and pressed a kiss on his crown. “Done.”

Cupids chokehold was playing over their laughs as they slowly swung around.

Ilya had one hand on Shane’s hip and the other in his hand.

“Take a look at my husband-he’s the only one I got.” They sung the tweaked version together.

Shane was a horrible dancer in a technical sense. He could never seem to stay on beat and his body seemed to move about like it had a will of its own. But he was so happy. And if your body is moving to the music and you’re happy while doing it, you’re an amazing dancer in Ilya’s book. With his hands on Shane‘s hips, they were able to kind of stay in rhythm as they turned round and round.

“I love you.” Shane said against his chest.

“I love you.” Ilya said back.

“Oh ok but here’s the thing. I love you.” Shane replied

Ilya smirked at their new game “Well that is funny cause I love you, so.” he punctuated it with a shrug.

He twirled Shane around and pulled him back in settling his hand at the crook of his back

“Well I fucking love you.” Shane said through gritted teeth grinding his hips against Ilya’s

“Well I love you.” Ilya said sliding his hand over Shane’s ass.

“I.Love.You.” Shane punctuated every word with a grind.

“Holy fuck-“ Ilya moaned, dropping his head to Shane‘s shoulder.

“I win..” Shane whispered in his ear.

“You win, yes. We can fuck now?”

“Hmmm.. I don’t know if that’s what I want. I’m a little tired after doing all that work.”

“Please Shane. Want you…please?” Ilya kissed his husbands neck hungrily.

“With the bonnet on?” Shane asked curiously.

“Da.” Ilya had slid his hands into Shane‘s pants and was gripping at his cheeks.

“Fine. If you insist-“

Ilya lifted him up and took him into their bedroom and tossed him onto the bed.
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“Holy-fuck fuck.” Shane was digging his nails into Ilya’s shoulders as he dragged his cock over his prostate.

“My sweetheart…” Ilya said into the crook of his neck.

“Right there-agh-right fucking there. Don’t stop don’t fucking stop ever!” Shane groaned into their bedroom.

“Won’t ever stop. Can’t-“ Ilya quickened his pace to chase his own release “I love you..” He groaned

“I love you-fuck. I love you Ilya. Love you so so fucking much. Oh fuck-love you.” Shane had his body wrapped around him for dear life.

He started lifting his hips to meet Ilya’s thrusts

Ilya began to kiss the sensitive spot behind his ear and sent him over the edge.

“I’m cumming holy shit! Fuck I’m cumming-I love you.” Shane shouted as his cum painted his torso.

Ilya pulled out and wipe the hand over Shane‘s seed and used it to stroke himself.

“I love you-mngh. So pretty Shane. So perfect for me like th-“ He came with a groan all over her gorgeous husband.

He willed himself not to collapse so he could take in the scene.

Shane was lying there utterly fucked out. His face was flush and calm. He looked so fucking sexy with cum. On his chest.

“More.” Ilya kept stroking, still feeling some cum building up.

Shane dragged a finger through the mess on his muscles and licked the finger clean.

Ilya finished coming with a shout. Pushing more of his load out onto his husband.

Despite being utterly exhausted he drags himself up and gets a washcloth to clean Shane up.

He leans down and plants a kiss on his husbands lips as he wipes down his torso.

“Я люблю тебя.”

“Я люблю тебя.” Shane replies softly into his lips.

The tangle up in each other and Ilya immediately falls asleep. Good thing he had his bonnet on already.

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Ilya was in the kitchen pouring the last of the pasta sauce into the noodles. When he was cooking, for just a moment, no one in the house bothered him. They all let him be in his element because the more relaxed he was the better the food tasted.

He poured the pasta into a ceramic blue bowl and sets the table. Perfection. Ilya stand back and admires his work. The family loved Pasta night, they had all the fixings including garlic bread the babies would devour.

PapaBear: Dinner is ready fattys

Ilya took off the novelty apron the kids had gotten him last Father's Day. 'Let him cook' with a stupid meme on the front. He loved it.

Shane was the first one into the dining room, of course. He was in the next room, probably reviewing game footage. He came in with his glasses, which he wore more often now to Ilya's pleasure.

"Yummy.." Shane said placing a peck on his husband's lips as he sat next to him.

"Not as yummy as you.." Ilya said into Shane's ear.

Anastasia walked in just then "No kissing at the dinner table. Jeez." she laughed.

"No kiss, just touching not that it matters. We are husbands." Shane smirked at his husband. "How do you think you got here?"

Ana looked up from her phone. "Surrogacy." she deadpanned.

Irina came into the kitchen headphones on over her bonnet, pink and blue socks over her feet. Bopping to who knows what.

They all took time to get down to the main dining area. Ilya will admit it. Their house is very big. Each kid's room has an en suite and a small sitting area. They are spaced out all over the house. Ilya smiles knowing how comfortably his kids get to be because of their hard work.

Shane and Ilya simultaneously motioned for her to take off her headphones.

She groaned but took them off as she sat down. Some parents would have snapped at the 'disrespect' but Ilya and Shane know its normal to be frustrated about rules. They also knew she was on her period because she was wearing her boyfriend's hoodie and a pair of Shane's sweatpants. Best to let her be.

Irina moved to serve herself when Shane put his hand out. "Wait for Davey."

Irina rolled her eyes "He doesn't even know we are eating, he is still on the game." Ana looked up from her phone and tried to cover the creeping smile.

Shane shot Ilya a look and he immediately stood up.

David had taken up gaming. He asked for a new gaming setup for every birthday and spent any time he was not at school or band practice online yelling at his online friends. But now was family dinner Friday and the game could wait.

Ilya made his way up to Davids room and could already hear the screaming from down the hallway.

"Ты что, медлительный или просто бездарный? Давай, Джейлион, в школе ты так раздувал щёки, а теперь что? Ты полное отстой." David yelled into his headset, furiously tapping at his keyboard. "Get your shit together you fucking dumbass. oh-Oh you don't mean that. You love me."

Ilya moved silently into the room. Cast in the blue LED lights that where strung around the corners. Clothes lie everywhere; Ilya nearly tripped on a discarded Gatorade bottle as he made his way in.

"Oh my god you all are-" Ilya cleared his throat "Holy shit Papa, sorry.."

"Нет-нет, дай я спрошу. Когда я возьму эту глупую штуку и брошу её в бассейн, что ты собираешься делать? Может, наконец-то поужинаешь с семьёй, которая ждёт тебя внизу." Ilya said as he leaned against the wall.

"Sorry papa I-"

"Shut it down."

David turned and briefly said his bye's and shut down the PC.

"Я с тобой не играю. Зачем я плачу за телефон, если не могу до тебя дозвониться?"

David got up and went to the door.

"Don't let your dad see this mess. This weekend you will clean."

"Yes." David said as he headed down the stairs

Finally, they were all sitting at dinner and filling their plates.

"David that is enough parmasean, you already have a double chin." Ana joked as she slurped up her pasta.

David paused and looked up at her raising his eyebrows then continued as if she didn't say anything.

"Leave him be Ana." Shane says with a little smile.

"Yeah not everyone has a six pack like you." Irina playfully nudged her sister.

Ana turned "I told you to join cheer but YOU said.."

Irina groaned again "I know I know. freak my freaking chungus life bro."

Ilya looked over at Shane who was just as puzzled.

"Don't bother, you both are ancient. Just keep calm and worry about...my space or Facebook." David chirped.

"I follow you on Tiktok!" Shane pointed his fork at David.

"Yeah but dad you watch cat videos and hockey reels." David retorts

"Don't forget edits of me." Ilya interjects.

"Рири, ты видела правки, которые я тебе прислал по моим соревнованиям по чирлидингу? Вот такие новости." Ana looked at her phone screen expectantly.

"The fans love to edit you. Confident, like your aunt Sveta." Shane crooned as he smiled fondly at his daughter.

Irina scoops another mouthful "They need to make another of me and Gavin. They literally make me cry." She began to fan her face.

"Is that why your face is so puffy?" David mumbles.

"What was that?" Irina whipped her head to his end of the round table.

"Je sais que c’est toi qui as balancé à Papa, ne mens même pas. Je pouvais entendre tes lourds pas résonner dans le couloir!" David said slamming his fork down.

"De toute façon, tu l'as bien cherché espèce de connard. Crier à trois heures du matin comme un drogué. Ma chambre est juste à côté de la tienne." Irina snapped

"Ooo the girls are fighting" Ana said quietly while leaning back

"Both of you!" Shane snapped up from his plate.

Both kids backed down and continued to eat. Shane gave his husband a look, he would fill him in on what they had said later since his French was a little rusty.

Ana let out a small chuckle at her sibling being reprimanded.

David looked up "Don't know why rats nest is laughing. Whats funny?" He cocked his neck out.

Ana looked at him with shock "You know I had practice today..and anyway its like day 9 so..."

"So that's why your hair smells like shit?" Irina scrunched her face up.

"Just because your vag is bloody doesn't mean you get to be bitchy to everyone." Ana snipped.

Ilya butted in "Ana that is enough, leave her-"

"Fuck you!" Irina snapped

"No cursing at the table, Papa get he. See I can snitch too." David pointed his finger at Irina.

"Why don't you finish you fourth plate Davey? mind you business." Ana slapped his finger away.

"Can both of you just not be insufferable for five seconds. I'm overstimulated." Irina leaned her head back and closed her eyes.

"Oh please bitch, spell overstimulated." Ana said with a smirk.

"Papa Ana took my heating pad and had the audacity to put it back in my room. Not . Charged. You said the next time she did that she would get-"

"Snitch!" Both kids yelled out.

Ilya knew that letting them bicker was better them stopping it, so he sat back. If they got too much then he would stop them but as of now it was harmless.

He turned to give Shane a tired look of 'These are ours' when he was met with something else. Shane was looking into his food and not eating, plate hardly touched. He is in his head, and the fighting is not helping.

"Младенцы!"

The voices died down.

They all saw their fathers stressed out face. They knew of Shane and Ilya's struggles, what sense would hiding it make?

"Sorry Daddy.." Ana said much quieter.

"Sorry Daddy." David echoed

"Sorry.." Irina finished

Shane nodded "Sorry, you guys are fine. Just too much. Needed to get my mind together."

Ilya leaned in and whispered, "You still want to finish this?"

Shane looked over and nodded. He put his body back in motion and resumed eating. Slowly, but he was eating.

"Lets get through the rest of this in peace." Ilya looked around.

"Ana you need to wash your hair tonight." Shane looks up at his daughters matted yet still beautiful mane.

"Je le ferai, je le jure. Ça pue seulement parce que je l'ai porté pour m'entraîner." She pushed away her empty plate "D'ailleurs, peux-tu regarder mes enregistrements d'entraînement avec moi demain ? Je rate toujours mon extension vokov."

"Bien sûr mon amour" Shane smiled.

"And some of us were going to go see Irn Lung.." Ana said slowly

"Have fun" Ilya chuckled to himself.

"Tell Eve she still owes me a Tim's breakfast sandwich." David chimes in while picking up the empty plates.

"Oh my gooner! She didn't know it was yours." Ana itched her scalp in frustration.

"It was on my side of the fridge with my name on it." David said from the sink

"You know she isn't the brightest.." Irina said, still tuned into the conversation with her headphones on.

Saturn by SZA rang out from Irina's phone and she happily answered it while skitting down the hallway to her room.

"Gavin" they all said together.

Ana got up to leave after putting away the leftovers and placing kisses on her dad's cheeks.

Ilya caught a whiff of her hair and didn't hold back "Oh Jesus, wash it please sweetheart I beg."

Ana walked out rolling her eyes.

David finally finished dishes and turned to leave.

"Don't touch that game." Shane said sternly.

"Ok." David marched upstairs.

"Good?" Ilya turned to Shane

"So good." He replied.