Chapter Text
2016
Shane wasn't quite sure when the last time he'd seen Ilya was, any other day he could probably tell you the month, day maybe even the damn time but right now during this walk every moment of touching, kissing and heavy breath were blurring together because right now he was walking up to his home. No hotel rooms or locked bathrooms but Ilya’s home.
His forehead felt damp and his hands shook without true reason, they'd been doing this for so long the nerves should be gone, it was routine and Shane liked that, liked the knowing of what would happen.
They played against each other.
They fucked.
They played all star games.
They fucked.
They were at the same award shows.
They fucked.
Easy and simple. but fucking hell it wasn't. Not when every time Shane longed for the things he shouldn't want, he told himself every time he thought of Ilya it was the hot mouths and wandering hands that would come to mind when really those were things he had to force himself to think of but when he was alone and his mind was quiet he always went to the softness.
The way Ilyas hair would brush against his neck when he would lay on Shane's chest or how his hands would fit Shane's face so perfectly when they would kiss. Not needing or desperate but just gentle and kind. Shane told himself that Ilya would do this after they were done fucking because Ilya knew Shane's mind would be fuzzy and the kiss would help him come back to earth, but when his bed was cold and the space behind him felt like a mile wide cavern he'd let himself hope it was more.
This train of thought had to come to a crashing hault when he did finally come to the front door, Ilya was already expecting him and he'd sent a message as soon as he'd gotten out of the cab a few blocks away but now looking at the door bell of his home he couldn't turn back as much of this felt like a line he shouldn't cross he really fucking wanted to.
Ilya was at the door only a couple of seconds after he'd rung and thank fuck he did, 8 years and the look of him alone had Shane's knees ready for the floor still, but not quite yet, it didn't feel like he was in here 5 minutes before he was sat on Ilyas kitchen counter haveing his mouth violated with teeth and tounge.
They stayed like this grabbing and taking off clothes until Ilya pulled away out of breath with a hunger in his eyes that Shane was far too familiar with.
“Bedroom. Now”
Shane was like a puppy eager to follow jumping off the counter ready to race to the bed but instead his eyes went a little blurry and he lost his balance stumbling a little. He thinks a little but really if Ilya hadn't been in front of him he would've ended up face first on the floor.
“Whoa Hollander, you okay?”
A hand on each of Shane's Shoulders to steady him.
“Yeah yeah im fine, it's just the, um, the plane I think it had a lot of turbulence while we were in the air and the pressure in the cabin felt kinda crazy in my head and in my ears ya know it's just-”
Shane stopped his rambling as soon as he felt hands leave his shoulders and travel down to his waist accompanied by a few soft kisses on his neck
“Hey, hey shh is okay”
He pulled from Shane's neck and their eyes met, hunger gone but replaced with that kind of softness that kept Shane awake at night
“You are okay?”
Shane nodded his head
You still want”
Shane's Hands lifted from where they were sat at his side and wrapped them around Ilyas neck pulling them together so their foreheads met
“Fuck yes please”
A whine escaping at the ‘please’. A whine that sent heat straight to Ilya's already half hard cock and ignited the hunger back into his eyes.