"Is a nice view, hm?" Ilya's lips curled to the side, head tilted back a little. The smoke from his cigarette drifted up into the chilly night sky.
They were in Vegas, on the same roof top as all these years ago at the end of their rookie season.
Shane rolled his eyes with a fond smile and looked out over the illuminated skyline.
"I still can't believe you kissed me here."
"Oh, you can't?" another drag with a smirk.
"Someone could've seen us! I still don't-" Shane drew his brows together. Thinking something over. Ilya was well aquainted with his face when he disected something in his brain.
"What was up with you that night? You weren't jealous that I won." He stated it as a fact. And no, Ilya hadn't been. And now Shane knew him well enough that he realised that.
"No." He finished the cigarette and took a deep breath of night air.
"I was miserable because it was the first time going back to russia. My new life, my new...freedom-" he shrugged "it all felt like it was about to go away." Ilya's eyes found Shane's. "And then you came up here. With your freckles and your pretty eyes and suggested we fuck-"
"Mhmm" Ilya pulled his lips to one side and tilted his head left and right. "Is what you wanted, Hollander."
"I-" Shane pauses because. Well, yes. But he made it sound so impersonal. It had been, kind of. But- ugh. "I guess."
Ilya grinned and came slowly towards him.
"It made me realise all the things I could never have." Shane was frowning at the explanation but his features softened when Ilya's hands found his hips. "But now look at me."
Ilya leaned in to kiss him and Shane's arms wrapped around him like muscle memory.
"Kissing my husband and is okay when someone sees." Shane let his forehead fall against Ilya's.
"Sorry I didn't know that then."
Ilya lifted his head to look at him, down the line of his nose with his eyes half closed and soft.
"It is okay, Shane." he dipped in for another kiss. "You can suggest we fuck now."
Shane snorted and mumbled "Oh my god, you're the worst." into Ilya's neck.