The rest of the food was even better. Shane was so immersed in the meal that he didn't join much in the conversation, and Ilya could hear him making little mmms and sighs of pleasure and satisfaction. Ilya thought Shane must be famished for good food in his daily life and resolved to take him out more, half giddy when he realized Shane would be much more amenable to being seen together in public now that they were finally out.
"So Hollander," Ilya said seriously when Shane had his head down over the main course—a beautifully poached cod in some kind of butter sauce and the creamiest potatoes Ilya had ever tasted.
Shane looked up. He had sauce on his cheek. Ilya told himself it would be rude to lick it off in front of the guests. "Yeah?"
"You've seen Chef Brian now. Did he turn out to be hot?"
Shane covered his mouth as he let out a little helpless squawk of laughter, "No, sorry. He has a mustache."
"Some men look hot with a mustache," Fabian objected. "Lots of men."
"Yeah, but this is a really really straight mustache," said Shane scornfully. "When was the last time you saw a hot straight guy with a mustache? He looks like my dentist."
Fabian laughed, "Okay, point taken."
"My dentist in New Jersey was kind of hot," said Ryan thoughtfully. "But maybe I just liked the way he told me to open wider."
"Inside thought, babe," Fabian said in a loud whisper, pushing his glass of wine away.
"No, no, let him share," said Ilya. "Tell us more about this dentist. Is he still practicing? Can you give Hollander his number?"
"I don't think Shane would be into him," said Ryan as Ilya fended off Shane from poking him in the ribs. "He has a mustache."
excerpt from my new hollanov fic, Loverboy! 10.6K, explicit. Ilya’s 30th birthday; Shane throws him a little party! Get the rest of the story on AO3
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