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“Yuna have you seen my charger?” David asked as he peered under a couch cushion.
Yuna shook her head, “Is it that special one?” she asked, “The one you have to buy online now?”
“That’s the one. This is probably my 4th time losing it this week.”
“Well where did you last see it?”
David thought back to where he could have left the charger. It would be a real pain to buy a new one—they weren’t sold in store anymore, so he’d have to go searching for something online if he didn’t find it now. Not to mention that he was about to go on a work trip and he did need his phone charged for that, so he'd have to find something on short notice.
"Wait," he breathed, "Shane's cottage."
Yuna looked at him, puzzled, "What about Shane's cottage, honey?"
"My charger," David grabbed his keys off of the counter, "I think I left it there," David reached in his pocket for his phone to dial Shane's number only for it to shoot straight to voicemail.
"Everything ok?" Yuna asked, noticing her husband's frown.
"He's not answering," David said, trying Shane again.
"He's got that silent retreat, remember? Total and complete meditation? He's probably got his phone turned all the way off."
"Well, if he's at the silent retreat then I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I grabbed my charger and left."
"Ok, well be safe- oh shoot," Yuna reached down to place a pod in the dishwasher in their kitchen only to find that they had none, "Do you think you could get some dishwasher pods from Shane? He gets the same ones and it looks like we're all out."
David nodded, "I'll get some," He kissed Yuna on the cheek before heading through the front door.
When he arrived, he parked next to Shane's jeep before carefully climbing the stairs and walking into the kitchen. However, instead of being met with an empty house, he was met with another, much more shocking scene in front of him.
"Oh my gosh..." David felt his eyes widen and his jaw drop open.
In front of him lay his son in the arms of Ilya Rozanov, Shane's #1 rival/hockey enemy in (and what he thought until now to honestly be out of as well) the rink. Rozanov's arms were tightly wrapped around him, one his waist and the other stroking through his hair. Shane was equally as wrapped around Rozanov, his head buried in his neck and their legs entangled together. It was a tender display of affection, one that looked like it was familiar for the both of them. Both men looked like they were at home in each other's arms.
As one of his hands carded through Shane's hair, Rozanov was looking down at his son like he was made of diamonds. He was cradling Shane like he was a rare golden coin found under beach sand. His eyes were soft in a way that they had never seen before, a gentle smile following them. Ilya Rozanov was looking at Shane in the way that he and Yuna looked at each other. He was in love with Shane—and by the looks of it, Shane was too.
David knew that he should leave. This was obviously a moment that he was not supposed to be seeing, but he felt frozen in place. Before he could react, Shane groaned, turning as much as he could in Rozanov's arms, "Ilya?" He said sleepily.
"Ilya," David thought, "He's Ilya to him."
Rozanov gave him a lazy smile, "Hi Shane," he said, brushing Shane's bangs out of his face.
Shane smiled back in a way that David had ever seen him do, "Hi," Shane kissed the other man gently on the forehead, "Did you sleep ok?"
Rozanov nodded, "I did. How is your back?"
"My back is fine," Shane laughed before he gasped and attempted to pull back from him.
"Trying to escape me, Hollander?"
"Your ribs!" Shane said, attempting to push himself up before eventually relenting, "How are your ribs? I've been laying on them."
"My ribs are fine," Rozanov smirked, leaning in to Shane's ear, "You did not complain last night when I took you on the couch," he kissed the shell of it, his hands tightening around Shane, "Or the shower, the carpet..."
As Rozanov droned on about all the places he had done things with Shane, that shocked David's brain into getting up and turning around to leave.
Unfortunately, David was not able to leave silently.
As he turned around, he stumbled into the counter, knocking over a bottle of soap and thus attracting the attention of the two men on the couch.
"Shane-" David said, stumbling on his words, "I-"
David saw the panic in Shane's face and Rozanov looked terrified too, but only for a moment. His panic quickly morphed from fearfulness to defensiveness. Rozanov straightened his posture and sharpened his gaze. It was almost like he was becoming bigger to look more like a threat, similar to a dog with its hackles up or a lion puffing out its chest. His arms tightened around Shane and he grew more alert—the look he was giving David may have appeared neutral, but David knew better.
"Son..."
"Dad," Shane swallowed, hopping up from the couch, "Dad, I'm—what are you...doing here?"
"I left my charger here," David replied, holding up the aforementioned charger, "The one I can only get online. I didn't know you were home and," David glanced at Rozanov, "Preoccupied."
Shane looked guiltily to the side, "Dad..."
"I have a lot of questions, I won't lie," David sighed, "But now doesn't seem like the time for that," the older man slowly made his way out of the kitchen, ignoring the footsteps behind him of his son.
Once he was back in his car, driving away, David felt immediate guilt. He had invaded his son's space, taking his lack of answering the phone as an invitation that he wasn't home, and then when he was caught observing a private moment, he ran away. Shane probably felt awful. He probably thought that he hated him and that he had done something wrong. Instead of staying and comforting his child, he bolted and left him with uncertainty. When he got back home, he decided to not tell his wife. This was Shane's secret to hold and he had already been forced to reveal it to him before he was even ready.
And later that evening when Shane came by and revealed his relationship with Ilya Rozanov and what they had been through, everything ended up working out.
"Have all of Shane's silent retreats been to spend time with him," Yuna asked as they retired to bed that night.
David sighed, "I was so embarrassed walking in on them."
Yuna laughed, "Well, we never did as a teenager, so I guess it's a right of passage?"
"No, no," David laughed as well, shaking his head, "Not like that. They were...cuddling."
"Cuddling?" Yuna sounded surprised, "As in snuggling with one another?"
David nodded, "Shane was practically using him a pillow. It was adorable honestly. I've never seen him so quiet and at peace like that," he smiled thinking back to the scene he saw earlier, "Rozanov," he paused. He was still getting used to calling him Ilya, "Ilya, I mean. He was looking at Shane like..." David paused again as he attempted to think of a way to describe what he saw.
"Like how, honey?"
"Like how I look at you," he grasped Yuna's hands in his, "And how you look at me."
"In love."
"Yea," David smiled, "In love. He held Shane against his chest like he was some kind of treasure. And when I was discovered to be in there, he folded around Shane like some kind of protective dome. Like if I was a threat, he'd take me on with no hesitation."
"I can't say I'm used to it yet," Yuna said, adjusting her pillow.
David just nodded back at her also shifting to adjust his own sleep setup, "Shane doesn't make any choice lightly, especially not over someone he loves."
"I know," Yuna said, "But I trust him. Even if it takes a minute to get used to..."
"Yea. It will—but we'll do it for Shane, won't we?"
Yuna nodded again, "We will."