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Shane and Ilya’s relationship runs on rules. That’s what happens when you start your relationship in secret. Rules about who can know about them, when they can sneak away and for how long when they were playing against each other, the list is really endless.
Although they are married now, they still had rules, but the rules had changed. No personal life (fights not flirting) on the ice, who tops, who bottoms, who makes dinner on what night, and the rule they decided upon when they got married; no sleeping alone. They were both done sleeping so far away from one another. They went years without seeing each other for months on end with stolen nights, kisses, FaceTime sex, cries (both Shane and Ilya) about having not seen each other in so long. Not sleeping in the same bed when they finally could was not something either of them were interested in. So when Shane woke up in the middle of the night, hand caressing Ilay’s side of the bed, he was confused to find that Ilay’s side was empty and cold. No Russian man who runs hot and slightly sweaty from all the covers Shane insists they keep on their bed during the grueling Canada winter. “Shit” Shane sighs under his breath. He knew Akita needed to blow off steam from their rift, but couldn’t help but feel the hurt from one of their most important rules being broken. He turned to his side away from Ilya’s empty pillow, and tries to blink back the tears that would inevitably fall.
The Morning Before
Ilya blinks awake, cursing Shane as he wakes up. Every morning the sun comes up right into Ilya’s eyes.
“Please my love,switch sides with me, get blackout curtains, get something so I can sleep past 7am. It is not good for my sleeping beauty.” Ilya complained to Shane. “You mean beauty sleep? Or are you calling me sleeping beauty?” Shane asked with a grin. “You have not seen you sleep. You are not so beautiful when you drool with your mouth wide open like baby bird.” Shane’s grin went away as quickly as Ilya’s began. He leaned over to kiss his husband. “Whatever. And I like getting up with the sun. I don’t want the temptation to sleep in. I like spending as much time with you as possible. And we can’t switch sides because your butt made a weird indent in the mattress and it’s uncomfortable on my back.” Ilya nuzzled his head into the crook of Shane’s neck and sighed loudly. “Fine. I will just have to use you as a sleeping mask then.” Ilya kissed Shane’s neck, climbed on top of him, kissed his lips, then got up to get ready for the day.
As Ilya squeezes his eyes closed, trying to block out the December sun, he hears the back door open, a little bark, and the laugh that makes his world turn upside down. How could he go back to sleep knowing that his family was making memories downstairs without him. He pulls himself off his warm and squishy pillow, shuffles to the bathroom, and starts his morning routine.
Shane turns as he hears the back door slides open, and barely gets out of Anya’s way as she turns, and leaps up all the stairs into Ilya’s arms. “My baby, my sweet angel how did you sleep, your papa loves you, you are so beautiful this morning.” Ilya says as he crouches down in nothing but his gray sweatpants and a jacket. “Ilya! Why don’t you have socks or shoes on! And oh my god you don’t even have a shirt on! You’re going to get a cold or frostbite on your nipples! Go inside” Shane yells a little more seriously than he had intended. He was never great at making jokes. Ilya laughs and opens the door again. He hadn’t noticed how cold it was outside until the heat from the living room consumed his almost naked body. “Come inside Anya, your dad thinks your papa will get frostbite on his nipples”. Anya prances into the living room, Shane follows closely behind, and Ilya follows Shane, gives him a pat on his ass with one hand while the other is on his hips. “Good morning Shane.” Ilya says as he turns his husband around, and closes the gap of space between them. They have a sloppy kiss, tongues exploring each other's mouths, and they both can tell what the kiss has done to the other one when they pull away.
Ilya grabs Shane’s hand, and leads him to the couch. Ilya sits first, throwing off the jacket, pulling Shane on top of him like he isn’t a jacked Hockey player. That’s something Shane has never gotten sick of, how his husband can throw him around and make him do whatever he wants. It was hot, and they both thought so. Ilya yanks Shane’s shirt off his head in one swoop, and immediately his mouth finds his husband's nipples that are hard from the arousal and a bit of the cold air they were just in. “Fuck, Ilya. God I love that.” Shane says as his eyes close, head leaning back. Ilya moves his mouth from Shane’s nipple to the other, then begins kissing down his stomach until he reaches the top of Shane’s joggers. Pulling back the joggers, Ilya looks down to find that Shane wasn’t wearing underwear. He was just wearing Ilya’s joggers from the night before. “Such a slut for my joggers huh. Didn’t want to have anything between you and what belongs to me.” “Fuck. I wanted to feel them touch me. Feel something that’s touched your dick touch mine.” Shane says as he grabs the back of Ilya’s neck with both hands steadying himself. Ilya brings their faces together and they go in for another long, wet, and moaning kiss. Ilya’s hand finds the outline of Shane’s hard cock through the joggers. He palms at it, grabs it, which makes Shane moan and grind against Ilya’s hand, and..
Knock knock knock
Both Shane and Ilya snap their necks up looking towards the front door which is visible from the couch they are on in a vulnerable position. “Who the fuck is at our house on a Saturday at 7:30?” Shane asks into the air knowing Ilya has no idea who it will be either. “Is Yuna or David?” Ilya asks while handing Shane back his shirt reluctantly. “I don’t think so, but whoever it is needs to wait. I can’t open the door with a hard dick. And you have no shirt on.” “Yes but that is normal. Whoever it is probably has seen my bare chest, yes?” Knock knock knock “You go take care of yourself, I will open the door.” Ilya says as he kisses the top of Shane’s head as Shane climbs off his lap. Shane looks at him like he’s a hero, and walks quicker than normal to the bathroom they have off the kitchen.
Ilya makes his way into the foyer, and opens the door slightly before revealing Coach Wiebe. Briefly, Ilya thinks back to the time Weibe was outside the same gates that are in front of his house now. Waiting to talk to Ilya about the aftermath of Hayden Pike revealing Shane and Ilya’s relationship. The thought made his heart begin to race.