𝙔𝙀𝘼𝙍 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙐𝙋

𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙄 𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝙄𝙎 𝘼 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏𝙎 𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙀𝘿 𝙏𝙊 𝘾𝘼𝙇𝘾𝙐𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙀 𝙈𝙔 𝙇𝙊𝙎𝙎𝙀𝙎 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙀𝙉𝘿

[hollandeir]

𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙍𝘿 ✧ 𝙎𝙄𝘿𝙀𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙂 ✧ 𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙏 ✧ 𝙎𝙋𝙊𝙏𝙄𝙁𝙔 ✧ 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙎 ✧ 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙏𝙎 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙎𝙔𝘿

co-captaining with @𝙍𝙊𝙕𝙌𝙉𝙊𝙑 * ♡₊ ⋆ ݁. #𝟾𝟷 ݁

[rozqnov]

˖ ‧ ᯓ ☦︎ ▒ . ❘❘❘     ──── the professor watches , makes sure / @hollandeir is safe inside cabin before shutting the door .

walking across to the other side of the car should take less than a second , and his nerves almost kick into gear , making him blast across the ground so fast shane wouldn’t have been able to see him . ilya realizes just how much he is going to have to control himself around shane . diminishing his abilities has never been something he had to worry about too much , always being alone he could move as quickly as he wanted or move anything in his way without much thought . around this human , however , he would have to hold himself back , no matter how on edge he made him . the man takes a breath , unnecessary yet calming , before pulling open the door and getting into the driver's seat . 

the discomfort , the need to pull back , was satiated by his realization that with shane , he didn’t have to be alone anymore . his life had been a lonely one since he was turned all those years back in russia , finding fulfillment in teaching in an attempt to distance himself from humanity . he was a danger to them , and despite caring deeply for human kind , knew he could not stay away . they were his people , once . any connection he could make at arms length , any knowledge he could share , made each millisecond of resistance he placed upon himself that much more tolerable . his attempts to be selfless also made him feel less guilty for when he did indulge in human blood . the local drifter or a drunk man chasing after a girl in a dark alley . his ethics were complicated , he knew that , now being tested even more so by the man in his car . his student no less . another person had never even been inside his car before , let alone someone he carried affections for . turning his torso towards shane , ilya catches his scent as the heat kicks in , blowing the flush of his cheeks straight to his nose . his mouth waters at the temptation . ──── ❛ listen . if you come over , you cannot .. tell anyone about it . i would get fired . you would be withdrawn . Это такая грёбаная тупость . what are you going to say if someone finds out ?  ❜ a test . class was in session : was it worth it to shane like it was worth it to ilya ?

[hollandeir]

as soon as the passenger door closes and he's left alone for a brief moment, shane begins to second guess himself. he feels small. not in physicality, but in the overall sense of how he's been perceived his whole life. unassuming, quiet, invisible to most of those he is forced to coexist with in this small town. shane is used to flying under the radar and has found peace within that already, keeping to himself and minding his business. he doubts anyone has ever given him a second look. but ilya has, and shane knows this because long before they'd ever spoken two words to each other that had nothing to do with lecture or homework, he'd caught the professor staring at him from across the room as shane had taken tidy, color-coded notes on whatever topic was up for discussion that day.

ilya's words sink in, and shane nods slowly. he understands the repercussions, had understood them well before he'd chosen to get into the car with him. but the sad fact of the matter is that no one will likely even notice to begin with. even now, as shane looks out the window before turning back to stare at ilya from across the center console, there is no one outside to witness their departure. it mirrors shane's constant isolation, the reality that even in a parking lot where he expects to find other people, there aren't any to speak of. he licks his lips, a nervous habit, and fidgets with the seat belt as he puts it on to make his decision known. ❛ no one's going to find out. i don't really... talk to anyone. and they don't talk to me. ❜ color floods his cheeks again, the admission pathetic to his own ears. he hopes the truth doesn't make ilya look at him differently. ❛ but i guess if anyone asks, i can say i came over to borrow some books. ❜

[rozqnov]

˖ ‧ ᯓ ☦︎ ▒ . ❘❘❘     ──── the words wash over the pair in the gentle , comforting silence of their room . hugging / @hollandeir close to his side , ilya falls to the wayside of his boyfriend , pulling him to his chest . 

a hand goes to his dark hair first , the second finding his back to run up and down his spine in auspicious repetition . he knows shane full well , when he’s reached his limits and when he needs to be held together . so ilya will hold him , press kisses to his hair , and keep him from falling apart . the flack they got for simply existing with each other was what they had worked so hard to avoid by keeping everything so under wraps , but when the people you thought you could trust let you down , it does not draw any comfort to the cause . they were not going to figure it all out in a day , after all this was both of their first times navigating something so fragile . but in each other’s arms , they could find comfort that only the other could provide . squeezing his arms tightly in a reassuring grip , ilya nods his head with a whispered ‘mhm’ at shane’s request . his own eyes feeling tired , heart apathetic to anything but the man he loved , ilya sinks into the pillow with lips pressed to shane’s hair . 

❛ we will talk to him . and he will understand . maybe not now ,  but someday . and if he does not , then he will miss out on being friends with the most special man on this stupid earth . and at that point , let him . he does not deserve you any way .  ❜      the night had been so emotional , tasted like salt from tears and spit . ilya never meant it to get this far from his grasp . what started as a joke spiraled into something very real , something they would both have to learn . there was no fear , however . with shane , there was nothing he could not get through , this he was confident in . when things got hard , and they most likely would continue to get increasingly so , as long as he had this to return home to at the end of it all , each and every bump in the road would be insignificant . sometimes , the fish did feel too big to fry , especially when it came to delicate things like friendships or his teammates . ilya simply refused to let these things be the things that tore down the strongest person he knew . ────  ❛ whatever you need . i am here . just rest now , moya malysh . понял тебя . ❜

[rozqnov]

i know youre all absolutely dying to know what ilyas room looks like in his stranger things verse so here you go !!!! this is where he makes out w his bf and plays radiohead too loud

[rozqnov]

˖ ‧ ᯓ ☦︎ ▒ . ❘❘❘     ──── before he speaks again , ilya dips down to press a kiss to / @hollandeir’s mouth .

 ❛ i love you , my shane . ❜      there is nothing better than kissing shane . a way to show that he was loved and adored without saying      anything else just by touching shane’s perfect , pink lips with his own . ilya had made it a habit to cover shane in them in his lower moments . his eyebrow , his lids , the tips of his fingers , the crook of his elbows — all the unorthodox places that normally didn’t get kissed , just to let him know that ilya cared for every inch of him . he likes to keep their eyes locked when he does it , just to make sure his boyfriend  knew he was loved in his entirety , and that nothing he had to say would ever fall on deaf ears . so now , he lines shane’s face with pecks , trailing across his cheeks and edge of his chin . when he’s finally satisfied , which he doesn’t think will ever really  happen , he could have kissed shane forever , he pulls back to look at him . a thumb running along freckles , fingers brushing hair behind his ear . 

❛ i can talk to him . or come with you . i am your boyfriend . maybe he needs to see that more . that i am not going anywhere . ❜      ilya feels a pang in his chest suddenly . everything would be so much easier if they could just see how they were together , how they made each other better versions of themselves . not because they were lesser without the other one , but because they lifted each other up in ways others didn’t . they recognized each other beyond the reputations , the expectations, beyond the carefully maintained facades . it’s times like this where the russian just wishes he could go out and claim shane . letting the world know would save them from as much grief as it would cause , it was just deciding which was the lesser of two evils . ──── ❛ is not our job to explain ourselves to him .   so i will do whatever you think is best . i do not care what he thinks about me , but i will not let him think bad about you because you are with me .  ❜

[hollandeir]

❛ do you really think that's a good idea when all you do is fight with each other? ❜ and if they're not arguing, they're throwing sly digs that shane ends up being in the middle of. it would be a lie for him to say he isn't tired of that aspect as well, even if ilya is simply reacting to the hostility that hayden has always shown him. they're grown men, shane silently tries to reason with himself each time it happens, they can work things out without me having to play mediator. maybe if he says it enough times, he'll begin to believe it. ❛ i just wish he would trust me when i tell him that i know what i'm doing. what i want. it's not fair that i get treated like a baby who doesn't know any better. it's insulting. i mean, we've been together for years. if i wanted an out like he thinks i do, then i would've taken it by now. ❜

the thought of being set up with someone else makes shane's skin crawl. he can't even imagine what it feels like for ilya to have to stand by and hear about how there are active plots against him to have shane nudged into the concept of going on a blind date now that he's out to his teammates. shane thinks he would burn the whole world down if someone told ilya to see other people, which isn't logical but feels equal enough to the pain in shane's chest at the thought. another person kissing ilya, touching him, god, even holding his hand ... shane closes his eyes now to stop himself from crying again. he's done enough of that today. ❛ can i just sleep on it? i'm really tired. ❜

[rozqnov]

˖ ‧ ᯓ ☦︎ ▒ . ❘❘❘     ──── @hollandeir   asked    ( ❛ 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎. ❜ ( 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 ) )   from  ⤵  𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔱 !

it wasn’t a smart idea . they probably both know it . but the thought of shane being anywhere but his apartment wasn’t settling well with ilya . he could be safe there . the truth was , shane was fragile in comparison to other things out there . on his own turf , he was the strongest mortal among them . beyond the trees and the fog that settled over the moss covered ground were things much more inclined to break his neck than another hockey player . the vampire still wasn’t sure if it was just him that was drawn to the scent of shane , or if others of his kind found him just as sweet . and while it wasn’t his job to protect him , and he was sure shane would argue that too , ilya selfishly wanted to . ilya nods stoically then motions to his car with his head , pulling open the passenger side door . ──── ❛ get in .  ❜

[hollandeir]

there's a research paper due on tuesday for english that's calling shane's name. louder, however, is the siren call of spending time with ilya. too much on his plate lately has led to shane feeling a little overwhelmed: being smack dab in the middle of his second year at the local community college, hockey practice five days a week, his part-time job down at the sporting goods store to help pay for utilities at home. going to the library and finishing up that paper is the more rational thing to do, the thing someone practical like shane should be choosing, but the words spill from his lips before he can stop them. the suggestion hangs in the air, shane's gaze hopeful and cheeks tinged pink from the slight surprise of his own forwardness.

shane knows what it's like to be alone. he's felt it his whole life, something intrinsically different about himself that no one has ever been able to bring him comfort over. he used to think he was fine with it, but now? not so much. it's a restlessness that has begun to grow within him, a need for so much more out of life. a strange hunger to step outside of what he considers his norm. perhaps that's why he's standing here now. making sure his phone and earbuds are in his hoodie pocket, shane gets into the car.

[rozqnov]

˖ ‧ ᯓ ☦︎ ▒ . ❘❘❘     ──── ilya just shakes his head . there was no world where anything / @hollandeir did would be too much .

ilya is certain he could have been wearing jeans and a tshirt and he would have felt the same need to press his boyfriend against the door and take in every inch of him with his hungry gaze .      ────      ❛ i see . julian is a very good friend . ❜ dropping his hands to his side , ilya’s fingers find shane’s hips and steps closer , as close as he can , using his waist as an anchor point as he draws closer to him . the bareness of their stomachs graze , and ilya can feel his breath hitch as he lowers his nose to poke gently into shane’s . despite it being julian’s idea , and ilya would have to thank him later for this one , the fact that shane was willing to even don something so outside of his comfort zone for him was enough to make him want to skip the party all together and drag shane down to his room . ──── ❛ no . is not too much . no sweater . if you get cold , you will have me . ❜

licking his lips , eyes locked to shane’s , he considers just how lucky he is for a moment . the odds of him finding someone to house his affections within this small town were slim to none , and not in his plans when he left russia to come to silver falls . ilya had gone west looking for distance . distance from his family . distance enough to imagine a future that belonged to him , whether that meant chasing professional hockey or finding himself at college instead . the last thing he'd expected was to meet someone capable of unraveling him without ever seeming to try . least of all another man . his attraction to men had never frightened him . it was simply another truth about himself , one he'd quietly indulged whenever the opportunity arose , never attaching much weight to it beyond the moment . so when he first met shane , the possibility hadn't even crossed his mind . not because shane wasn't beautiful enough to inspire it , but because ilya had never imagined someone like him could ever look back and want him the same way . but he was just going to add that to the list of things that shane did that surprised him . pushing forward , ilya lightly presses his lips to shane’s , breathing deeply through his nose as his hands rise up and scale his torso . 

he thinks shane is right . there is no way that anyone wouldn’t know shane was with him . ilya planned on being on shane’s arm all night , dragging each other along and pretending that anyone other than each other mattered in that moment . the way ilya looked at shane left little to the imagination . it was clear , they belonged to each other . something in the way ilya's expression softened made it impossible to mistake the look for anything other than affection . and the way that look could change to something more sinister if anyone got any wrong ideas about who he was with was lingering just behind that one . feeling his cross necklace reposition into place , ilya just smiles into the kiss , the adorable habit of his boyfriend bringing him right back down to earth from the heights that the kiss brought him . ilya reaches up to brush shane’s hair delicately behind his ear , admiring the newfound  length and the way it frames his eyes .      ────      ❛ i love this hair . my boyfriend is very handsome , i would not blame them if they did look ..  ❜ pressing another gentle kiss to his lips , ilya pulls shane’s hips toward him in one last effort to fluster him with a rough grind , before patting his cheek gently .      ────      ❛ we should go . ❜

[hollandeir]

okay, so maybe shane had severely underestimated the power of his costume. he'd thought it laughable, for a few pieces of polyester to have any bearing whatsoever on how his boyfriend would react at the sight of him, but perhaps there's something to this whole thing when it comes to stepping out of his comfort zone and showing ilya that he can be brave. it reminds him of that weekend at the diner, jason and his friends picking on shane before he'd finally had enough and flipped them the bird on their way out of the restaurant. the bruised ribs and black eye had been worth it. they'd led shane and ilya to this—their first full-blown relationship and countless hours of happiness together thus far.

❛ you're gonna bring another sweater? ❜ shane asks in a hopeful tone, not understanding what ilya is trying to say at first, their bare skin pressed against each other not the initial thought he has when it comes to staying warm. only when he looks at ilya ( really looks at him ) does he comprehend what those words mean. ❛ o-oh, ❜ he stutters out, flustered beyond belief at how ilya constantly keeps him on his toes. no one else has ever been able to hold his attention like this. with those mischievous eyes and smooth delivery of now constant flirtation, shane doesn't know how he isn't a puddle of melted goo most of the time when they're in the same room. he's the luckiest guy in the world.

❛ what if you get cold? maybe we should bring extra sweaters, ❜ and shane knows he's just spiraling, thinking of all the times people in the hallways at school have given him odd looks or whispered about how particular he can be about certain things, not wanting those same eyes to pass judgement on him now that he's beginning to try new things. senior year has been hard enough without the additional nonsense of small town gossip. trying to calm his racing heart, shane smiles weakly at the compliment about his hair. somehow, ilya always knows what to say in the middle of shane's meltdowns to snap him out of them. he holds onto ilya's wrist, touch firm and gratitude in his eyes. the fleeting grind of their hips and pat to the cheek helps with the rest. ❛ we don't have to stay for the whole thing, right? i mean. we can come back here if we get tired of it? ❜

[rozqnov]

˖ ‧ ᯓ ☦︎ ▒ . ❘❘❘     ──── the words that fall from / @hollandeir’s lips making ilya sigh dreamily .

he’s staying . he was willing to go out of his way , maybe even get in trouble with his mom , to spend more of his time with him . ilya isn’t sure what good will he did in this life to warrant such grace from the universe in the form of shane hollander , but here , holding shane close to him , he isn’t in a place to question it . he rather press more kisses to his cheeks , feel the way his skin warms when he touches it , lace their legs together in closeness . ilya knew shane’s time was valuable . he was always practicing , always working to improve himself , so getting even a fraction of it made ilya’s insides feel like goo . his stomach does a flip , dips down and jumps back up to his heart , at the mere concept of spending the night with shane . the last time they spent the night together , ilya had laid himself bare , confessed his own affections and let shane know he was safe enough to confess his own as well too . the memory makes ilya reel all over again , the fact that they cared about each other as more than friends finally revealed . 

❛ good . you are not escaping me that easily .  ❜      is all he can manage to say between kisses . ilya cannot remember ever feeling this intimate with someone . enough of his nights were filled with companions , but he managed to escape their bed before the sun came up and had to answer to them . it was probably shitty , he knew that , but none of those people mattered now . all that mattered was this dark haired boy and how much he could press his lips to any exposed skin . he planned on memorizing every inch of shane with his lips . his hands . his eyes . ilya pulls him close one last time , tucking shane’s head under his chin , nuzzling his nose into the dark strands of his hair .

[rozqnov]

˖ ‧ ᯓ ☦︎ ▒ . ❘❘❘     ──── ilya watches with keen eyes as / @hollandeir types away on his phone . 

longingly , he takes a sip from his glass , coating his tongue with the sharp flavor . holding it in his mouth for a second , he reaches for his own phone when the notification sends a vibration across his thigh and swallows the wine down hard . he moves his gaze long enough only to read the message before returning the phone back to his pocket , pupils now blown at the words shane had sent him from across the table . maybe it was because it was over text , because they had to keep this part of their evening a secret . or maybe it was just that it was shane who sent it . it hardly mattered . all ilya knew was that his boyfriend would get exactly what he asked for . it was a nonfactor to whatever else happened , ilya would drive shane home after dinner , give shane his presents , and then worship him like the first time they got together . it all floods back in fleeting blips  — he can remember his thumb in shane’s mouth . and the way shane’s jaw dropped as he breathed as he watched ilya's body . the feeling of their chests pressed together . as if he could ever forget the moment that the trajectory of his life changed forever . goosebumps rise on his arms as his stomach finally settles and he sets the glass down before extending his hand across the table to shake shane’s hand . this was a business dinner , after all . ──── ❛ i think we can arrange that , partner . ❜

all ilya can do is shake his head . he had asked with iron resolve what shane had wanted from him tonight for weeks . if it was ilya , he would have asked for something crazy , like sex outside or maybe just to watch shane get off . perhaps that was what he was expecting from shane . of course , it was something unexpected and absolutely perfect . ilya coughs a bit to clear his throat of nonexistent debris and rather to try to recenter himself . his mind is still flooded with visions of shane , then and now , and how they might be similar in action , but completely different in emotion . before , ilya knew he was attracted to shane from the moment he saw him , but their hook up was simply based on that mutual longing alone . it seemed entirely possible that ilya found shane fetching even then , still then he never expected anything to come from it . nothing had ever come from any of ilya’s other prospects . it was just like shane to spin the whole thing on it’s head and become the object of every single one of ilya’s affections for the rest of forever . god . he loved him so much . it feels like fire , how  he wants to scream it some days , the way it burns up his throat and into his head . 

his fingers feel it too . they’d do anything to reach across the table and grab his lover’s hand , entwine the fingers , and bring them to his lips . instead , he shoves another piece of bread into his mouth to quench it and reaches to fiddle with the curl near his ear . he pushes the salad toward shane again , urging him to eat .       ────      ❛ i have gifts for you too . two of them . it took me a while to figure out what to get you . so you have to like them . is hard to get you something when your favorite thing is houses . have you thought about getting a simpler hobby ? ❜

[hollandeir]

even their handshake makes shane feel like he's buzzing, the anticipation of their time behind closed doors creeping up into his thoughts and making a home there. ilya could describe what he's going to do to him all he wants, but nothing ever compares to the real thing. no doubt ilya will also surprise him with ideas of his own, their need to keep each other on their toes never wavering.

he takes ilya's rhetorical question to heart, scoffing. nothing he hasn't heard before, even his parents often wondering what on earth to get him for each birthday and christmas. the truth is, shane would be perfectly content with just getting a pair of new socks, so long as they're not too tight on his toes or ankles. ❛ why was it hard? i still read a lot, you know. you could've gotten me a book and that would've been fine. or a new blender. ❜ preferably one that can handle making his daily breakfast smoothies. ❛ now i'm a little worried about what the presents are, if it took you forever to pick them. ❜ worried is a slight exaggeration, but shane is curious. no doubt it will be either something sentimental or practical, ilya knowing him well enough by now to pick up on the things shane will actually appreciate. eating in silence, he watches his boyfriend from across the table and tries to focus on the gift aspect of their after dinner plans rather than the request he'd made over text. those desires can wait until they're safe and completely alone.

dinner is as lovely as shane expected it to be from the second ilya had let slip that there was going to be an outing at all tonight. there are moments during it where he forgets they're supposed to be pretending to be mere associates at all, adding to the way his heart feels lighter somehow, usual birthday anxiety on the back burner. he doesn't indulge in any dessert, avoiding ilya's eyes when he politely declines, but he does try to make up for it by finishing the rest of his wine. happy and giggly when at last they arrive home and cross the threshold into a world of their own, shane toes his dress shoes off and loops his arms around ilya's neck, still giggling as he presses soft, sloppy kisses to ilya's jaw.

[rozqnov]

˖ ‧ ᯓ ☦︎ ▒ . ❘❘❘     ──── the sound from / @hollandeir’s mouth ring out like absolution as ilya hammers himself into his husband . 

spending the last twenty minutes getting his husband’s hole ready for him while he was wearing his jersey was enough to leave every nerve in his body on edge . tongue lapping from behind while fingers stretched shane open , all while starring that number on his back , that last name . his last name . their last name . it was just like shane to put on a little show for ilya — and ilya wanted to watch . before he knew what was happening , his tongue was down shane’s throat while his hands grasped his ass in greedy handfuls . 

❛  you want fucked , malysh ? my little slut needed me so bad he had to wear my name on his back . did you need me to fuck  you that bad ? what would the fans say if they saw you like this ? ❜ the hand not flared on his back , the one not gripping the slick material of the jersey and pushing it up to reveal the dimples on shane’s back , reach for the tendrils of dark hair loose on shane’s head . gathering his fingers in the roots , ilya twists and pulls backwards , arching his husband’s back even further as his head snaps back in one fervent motion . he wanted to see that pretty face , those freckles , the expression he made as he filled up the man he loved . ilya knew what shane wanted , what spreading himself on their bed in his jersey meant . shane belonged to him , written on his back in big , red letters . there would be no denying it later when the inevitable marks would bloom along his skin for all to see . 

fast but controlled thrusts continue to pound into shane , and ilya changes between watching his husband’s face contort and watching the muscle of his ass bounce along his upper thighs . throbbing inside shane , pulsing deep in the heat of his tight hole makes ilya purr his own curses in pleasure through gritted teeth as his simply rolls his hips for a moment , letting himself feel shane vibrate around his cock .  ──── ❛ fuuuuck … fuck … shane .. ❜

[hollandeir]

words fail him, shane only able to respond in whines and whimpers at first. because he had wanted this to be the outcome, needy as he's been. he hasn't been signed the the centaurs for long, but most of the nerves have found themselves quelled for the time being with how kind and welcoming the team has been thus far. shane hopes it's because they genuinely are glad to have him, rather than their behavior reflecting what they think their beloved captain wants to see from them. captain. the word hops around shane's mind as if begging to be chosen, and he smiles to himself at concept of letting it slip, just to see what ilya will do. it's a fleeting thought that will return in a moment's time, shane letting himself enjoy how aggressive his husband is being and the fact that he already sounds so far gone. ilya pulls on his hair, and that's the last thread of restraint holding shane together, cut through cleanly. he makes sure to turn back as best he can and give ilya a pleading, submissive look that begs to be destroyed without a single word.

the fantasies they've played with before return in full force, like fucking at center ice with a full stadium crowd thanks to shane's one-off dream, simmering on the surface of his memories at ilya's words. his skin feels hot at the thought of people watching him be so wholly claimed, despite the mortification he feels in his everyday life at just being caught looking at his husband in any lustful, lingering way. ❛ they'd be jealous of me, ❜ shane breathes out, and no doubt they would be. a request perches on the tip of his tongue, making itself known after ilya rolls his hips. the sensation causes shane's thighs to tremble.

❛ want you to leave bruises now that i don't have to hide them. please. ❜ he thinks of all the times he'd had to face away in the locker room to change, not wanting to have to answer unpleasant questions from old teammates. the newfound freedom shane has now washes over him, voice low and breathy— ❛ please... captain. ❜

[whatthebodygraspsnot]

captain shane hollander - shoulder pads appreciation

[rozqnov]

˖ ‧ ᯓ ☦︎ ▒ . ❘❘❘      ──── ilya just laughs , smiling wide as his hands press on top of / @hollandeir's while they make their way across his chest . 

his boyfriend makes a solid point . shane never had to try to turn ilya on , a blessing and a curse . ilya can remember all those years ago , when their meetings were months apart , how he would think about shane wearing his matching pajama sets and go all fuzzy in the head from the thought . shane didn’t even wear pajama sets , ilya knew that now , but the thought of something so mundane and domestic drove ilya insane . and to think this was back when ilya was more debaucherous . the things that got him going back then would slowly melt away into thoughts of a stupid man in glasses reading up on long dead goalies . shane wasn’t even a goalie , but he was still so curious and hungry for knowledge . even back then , ilya ponders , he was in love . he was screwed from the moment shane walked up to him in that stupid alley in his stupid hat with his stupid freckles . he was screwed now , screwed happily ,  forever . ──── ❛ no i would not ! i do not even like you that much . i am barely even attracted to you .  ❜

the kisses on his nose make his head lull to the front of his chest , chin touching his collar bone in defeat . he could say whatever he wanted about shane and lie about how he felt to poke fun at his boyfriend , but the truth was that he was everything to him . in whatever world a kiss on the nose would unravel ilya rozanov , that is the world he wants to live in . a low whine escapes his mouth as shane teases him about not going out to find a location for their freshly planned endeavors . ilya knows as much as shane how much they are going to need these moments of respite in each other’s bodies after all those hours of having to ignore the itch to touch . he also knows that , despite their constant promises of not giving in , they would give each other anything they wanted . and ilya wanted to go look for a spot with his gorgeous , post sex boyfriend . rolling his head back with a barely pouting lip , ilya’s hands reach forward from where they were atop of shane’s to rest on his knees instead . ──── ❛ get us shirts . i will start truck . ❜      pressing a long and lingering kiss to the corner of shane's lips and a playful slap to his thigh , ilya quickly bolts up from his spot to go search for his keys .

[hollandeir]

shane knows ilya is just being a pain, none of what he says truthful in the least bit. but who would he be if he didn't follow up every statement his boyfriend makes with a question, in his infinitely inquisitive nature? ❛ okay. well if you're barely even attracted to me, then why did you get hard the other day when i was trying on my new socks? ❜ he remembers the moment vividly, sitting at the edge of the bed with his running shorts on and nothing else, making certain the newer socks in his arsenal weren't too tight on his toes, restrictive clothing a bother to shane whenever he attempts to expand his limited wardrobe. he'd looked up after pulling the socks all the way up past his ankles and seen ilya there in the doorway, peering over at shane like he was going to eat him.

with an eye roll and a smile shane goes in search of shirts for them both, choosing to grab a couple from the laundry room, freshly cleaned and smelling of the detergent they'd chosen together at some point when they'd started spending their summers together. shane hasn't gone back to his old one since, the newer scent a true comfort whenever they're separated by two or more hours of distance. it reminds him of cuddling together underneath cool sheets or ilya shoving his head up under shane's shirt as they relax on the couch. ❛ here, ❜ he says once he meets ilya in the truck, handing over a shirt. shane doesn't bother putting the other one on yet, placing it on the dashboard instead before buckling up. with no one else out here to witness their daily shenanigans, he doesn't feel the need to be on edge over his general appearance.

[hollandeir]

[ hurried ] sender hikes receiver's clothing just far enough to push inside of them — @rozqnov

the bed dips a little when ilya shoves shane down onto his hands and knees on the mattress, the russian's open palm splayed in the middle of the 𝟠𝟙 on the jersey. shane can hardly breathe from how turned on he is, lips freshly bitten and limbs trembling in anticipation. he hates how empty he feels now that ilya's fingers aren't inside of him anymore, pushing in deep and opening him up like he had been moments prior.

he had known when he'd put on ilya's centaurs jersey for the first time since shane signed with them that it would be getting some kind of positive reaction from ilya. however, nothing could have prepared shane for the full-blown intensity of when his husband first laid eyes on him in the garment, glossy hair only half tied up and socks serving to accentuate just how bare the rest of shane's legs had been when he'd walked into the room.

back arching when he feels the warmth of husband's body settle behind him and the jersey being yanked up just above his lower back, shane lets out a loud, depraved moan as ilya hastily pushes inside.

[rozqnov]

˖ ‧ ᯓ ☦︎ ▒ . ❘❘❘      ──── before ilya even knows what he’s doing , he’s shifting his weight to roll , / @hollandeir now pressed underneath him while his hand moves to caress his face .

his expression verges on offended — furrowed brows and confusion . lose this ? it is an unfathomable concept for ilya . running a thumb along his freckles , ilya moves his head to take in every angle of his boyfriend’s face . just drinking him in for a moment , ilya gulps , blinking away tears from his hazel eyes . not being with shane was never something he ever even considered . once he moved his life , restarted in a new country ( again ) , and buried his soul with this man , there was no undoing it . any life where they were not together was not one the russian was interested in . his life was intrinsically intertwined with shane’s now , and would be forever . in some far off land where they happened to not be with each other anymore , ilya knows his heart would never belong to anyone else . it had belonged to shane from the moment they met and it struck ilya how it was not a want to not lose each other , but a need . they could not want it until all of the stars flickered from the sky but that did not change the fact that it was simply impossible . ilya softens , hearing shane describe not being able to be around ilya , even when he was being lazy and annoying . his heart blooms for a moment before leaning in to press a kiss to shane’s eyebrow . 

❛ you will not . we will not . you will never lose me . do you understand ? ❜      it become deadly serious for a moment , because , to ilya , this was something he was willing to stake his whole heart on . ──── ❛ Я твой . Я принадлежу тебе . not harris . not the centaurs . my place is with you , shane . it always has been . i think we both know this .  ❜      ilya’s lips linger for a moment , millimeters from shane’s as the words spill out before he even has time to think . he was not known for being necessarily vulnerable with his words , but the times he does commit to expressing how he feels , it implied the level of earnestness . cut from his heart , he’s willing to lay everything out on the line if it meant shane would feel secure . ──── ❛ and unfortunately it would be very expensive to ship me back to russia . and the closing costs after selling my house ?  it would be a fucking nightmare . i am going to play games on my phone in bed at full volume and annoy you for the rest of forever . got it , hollander ? ❜

[hollandeir]

shane looks up at ilya when he's rolled over, silent and watchful. hazel eyes stare back, and shane wishes more than anything that he could read his boyfriend's mind. the eyebrow kiss eases part of that urgent need to know everything about ilya, the words he speaks taking care of the rest. reassurance is nice, direction is nice, and knowing where he stands makes shane feel the most secure no matter the situation. i am yours. i belong to you. shane can only nod, knowing this to be the ultimate truth. their circumstances have threatened to tear them apart year after year, but here they are. together. not by any thread of fate or forced proximity, but because they choose each other every single day despite any obstacles that time and space put between them.

sheer awe radiates from the look shane gives ilya, so much love in his heart that he feels like he would float away if his boyfriend weren't currently pinning his body down to the bed. he rolls his eyes at ilya's silly excuses, no doubt another attempt at lightening the mood. shane likes to pretend this annoys him, but the truth is that no one's ever loved him enough to even try and ease his mind this way. it reminds him of the day they'd been caught by shane's father at the cottage, ilya poking fun at the situation while shane panicked in his arms. the strategy had worked back then too, getting shane to break out of his spiraling for a second and find his way out.

❛ ... i'll find another way to tell hayden to stop with the whole setting me up thing. it's just... really hard because he thinks he knows what's best for me, and that's sort of why i let it go on for so long. enough is enough, though. i don't like the way he talks about our relationship. ❜

[daekaebi]

dreams, headaches, nosebleeds. dae-hyun straightens slowly, his curiosity now tinged with apprehension. clipping into a different reality was not something he had directly experienced while conscious, but dreams had no bounds. he couldn't count on both hands the amount of times he had woken up to see his unconscious world spilled into the space before him. it was both frightening and uncontrollable, but it always ended and it was never the same one creature or place.

this was different. whatever shane was experiencing, was clearly beyond his comprehension. however, ever since he had moved here, his dreams had been... off. he had never known how to interpret them, but now things were starting to slowly piece together.

“ are they the only things you see in your dreams? ” the walking flower creatures had not visited him in his dreams, but his were rarely so specific. still, he wondered if his were connected somehow. that perhaps his and shane's subconscious minds were linked. it was a theory at best. “ what do you think it all means? maybe you'll turn into one? ”

[hollandeir]

shane shakes his head. the phenomenon is difficult to describe, and he's uncertain whether he's being articulate enough. a few months ago he could have heard about something like this happening in hawkins and assumed it was some weird story to keep kids out of the woods. now shane is beginning to think that the conspiracies about the lab and starcourt burning down are all true.

❛ i don't think it's that i'm turning into one... it's not from their point of view. it's like i'm next to them, in that place. wherever they're escaping from, to come here. ❜ the thought sends a shiver up his spine. shane's flight response has never felt stronger. to have those creatures migrate from whatever plane of existence they prowl on and end up where he and his loved ones are makes him sick to his stomach with worry.

looking at dae-hyun with that same concern in his eyes, shane takes a deep breath as he tries not to panic over what he brings up next. ❛ there's something else with them. i've seen it a couple times, sort of looks like a person from far away but when it gets close... you know those anatomy posters that show the nerves and muscle under everything? ❜ shane swallows, gaze averting. ❛ it has claws, too. ❜

[hollandeir]

hell yeah flocka !!

[rozqnov]

˖ ‧ ᯓ ☦︎ ▒ . ❘❘❘     ──── ilya pokes his tongue into his inner cheek to stop himself from smiling when / @hollandeir says he will get a club sandwich .

it would be a lie to say that shane indulging in something as simple as a sandwich in a diner didn’t make him extremely happy , but it did . the truth was that ilya had spent the last few years worried about shane . he was eating , obviously , and he wasn’t going to wither away into nothing anytime soon . but the restrictiveness of the entire “macrobiotic diet” obviously weighed on him . not his body , but his mind . constantly thinking and worrying that one misstep would ruin everything he worked towards when in reality , the inability to let himself enjoy food was what was taking him down . half the time ilya didn’t want to bring it up , feeling like a hypocrite for questioning someone else’s mental health while not caring for his own . but that was a long time ago , and they were both working on being better for themselves but also for each other . ilya is so proud . proud and lucky and all the gross things he feels about shane . that was probably why he was staring too . ──── ❛ нет ,  you are very pretty . that is my only problem . ❜

when the server approaches , ilya orders himself a double cheeseburger with everything and a side of onion rings . after shane orders , ilya also requests the milkshake for the two of them to share , playing it safe with vanilla . halfway tipsy still , ilya almost wishes he push his back against the wall and drape his legs across his husband so he never has to stop staring  . feeling brave on liquid courage , he actually does , not caring who looks , driven alone on the need to be touching shane as much as possible . it was a diner at midnight , it wasn’t out of the question that someone would be acting flirty in a booth with their partner . back now tucked pleasantly against the wall , ilya rests his arm on the table and the other fiddles with a curl on the side of his head .       ────      ❛ you would just want to stare at my mouth . ❜

smirking , almost elated , ilya hitches his heel under shane’s thigh to pull him as close as he can before laying his legs back on top of shane’s thighs . the waitress returns with their milkshake , unbothered by their new seating arrangement , and before he can even take a sip , he reaches for the cherry off the pile of whipped cream off the top . he makes a show of what happens next , dangling the cherry above his tongue before taking it in his lips , licking all of the whipped cream off , before eating the red fruit . his eyes never leave his husband , moving his mouth slowly as he chews and licking hip lips .       ────      ❛ watch and learn , hollander . you will be reading all of this and then you will be weeping . ❜ putting the stem in his mouth , ilya works it with his tongue to get the tiny thing into a loop . slipping the end through the middle with his teeth , ilya reaches for shane’s hand , holding it outstretched and open to receive the stem . pinching the end in his front teeth , ilya pulls the other end with his finger to tighten the knot before depositing it into his husband's hand . this party trick could be attributed to his club rat era , needing to impress randoms at the drop of a hat . worked every time . placing a straw into the milkshake , ilya slides the tall glass over to shane .       ────      ❛ i told you . cексуально , да ? you try first .  ❜

[hollandeir]

shane doesn't look away once during his husband's shenanigans, and it warms a soft spot in his heart that reminds him of earlier days. the way ilya has always been able to hold his attention is effortless, like they were put on this earth to intrigue and challenge each other. even the most mundane things take on a whole new level of importance when they're together. being here in this diner after a night out to simply exist in one another's orbit feels more like an act of fate than a split second decision, every step they take hand in hand turning into memories that shane looks back on fondly. he can feel this night being one of those memories, the moment of bravery he'd felt as he'd kissed ilya in front of a room full of people and how freeing it was. nothing else can compare; not winning, not proving people wrong, not even being the best.

❛ no fucking way, ❜ shane laughs, looking down at the cherry stem on his palm. he shouldn't be surprised, really. if anyone is going to pull out a random skill and execute it perfectly, it's ilya. just another one of those things that excites shane about their relationship ... the fact that they have never once stopped learning new things about each other. ❛ how the fuck did you do that? actually, how the fuck did you learn to do that? ❜

the milkshake is nudged over his way and shane is relieved to not feel that pang of nagging guilt he used to experience upon the mere sight of junk food. a substantial sip is taken from the dessert, shane smiling at the brief taste of sugar on his tongue before he slides the glass back over to ilya. it is good, and he owes everything to his support system to even be able to enjoy it without wanting to punish himself for it immediately afterward. rubbing gentle circles into ilya's thighs with his thumbs as they wait for their food, shane's mind is already elsewhere, thinking of what comes after they get home tonight. he's looking forward to a shower and crawling into bed just to remain pressed together under the sheet until morning, likely falling asleep after making out in the darkness. these are the simple things shane never tires of. ❛ i hope i didn't look too miserable at the club. i liked being with you. getting to share that. ❜