Sveta reading off Ilya's twitter: "If his dick slap his thigh when he walk, I shall listen when he talk." Now you posted this saying sheesh. With eighteen fucking android emojis
Ilya (drunk as hell, hasn't touched his phone all night) and Marley (also shitfaced but somehow gained free rein of Ilya's phone) *cackling uncontrollably*
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Oh yesyesyes need to check this out neow. This would be my first time participating in such an event but I'd love to!
Shane loves to chirp her wife so hard if she fucks up on the ice. Of course, this is just so Lilya can scold her while fucking her about it once they get home. This has worked every single time.
Not even summer hockey is safe from this. They're just.. Like That with each other. All the time.
Ft. Hazy and Bood realizing they're never going to escape these two and their weird locker room foreplay:')
just discovered a new thing to be a hater about (people drawing characters as women’s hockey players but for SOME reason the jerseys are form-fitting and they seem to not be wearing any chest pad at all or normal hockey pants. and thus I am killing and biting and maiming.)
Pre Lilya's #mywife era. They're still riding that high after Lilya dropped the girlfriend word in front of Shane's parents. They're girlfriends and they love each other so much and the cottage is theirs and only theirs:)
we could have a week, or even two ✨ swimming in the lake, grilling too many hamburgers, loons, shane showing off his well. it’s his favorite place in the world!
tag your gifs, art, fics, edits, etc with #shanesummerfest
Shane and Ilya had just arrived at their summer home, and stepped out back. They took a moment to stand and survey the comforting, familiar sight.
“What do you think about camping?” asked Shane.
“What? This is camping.” Ilya gestured around with his hand. “We are surrounded by trees. And lake.”
“This isn’t camping, we’re in a cottage.”
“Is camping with air conditioning and indoor plumbing,” Ilya insisted.
“We could find someplace nice. We could go for a hike.”
“Yes, great, you know how I love walking to nowhere,” Ilya replied sarcastically, then got a glint in his eye. “Are you unhappy, Hollander? This is how all those documentaries start where men take their wives out to murder them for insurance money or so they can marry their mistress."
“Oh, fuck you,” said Shane laughing.
Ilya shot his eyebrows up suggestively and smirked. “Okay.”
“I’m just saying. We could get a tent… fuck under the stars.”
“Do not try to manipulate me with sex.”
“Wow.”
“I can fuck you under stars on this deck. Is same stars.”
“You’re such an asshole. And this isn’t private. Someone could see!”
“Oh. Like you would mind…” Ilya smirked.
Shane blushed.
Ilya shook his head. “No one would see. Why? Because we are in forest surrounded by trees.”
“We still have neighbors…”
“They are far away," he said dismissively. "But fine. I am one who prefers to fuck you in our king size bed.”
“I’m surprised how boring you’re being about this.”
Ilya let out an indignant scoff and sighed dramatically. “Canadians think all Russians grow up frolicking with bears in the snow and running alongside wolves in the forest, yes?
Shane laughed out, “Fuck you. I don’t think that!”
“I grew up in Moscow. Major city. Am not… one with nature. I went to a forest clearing once– for a rave, Shane.”
Shane was laughing.
“Scott Hunter is from New York. Think he hangs out in forest for fun, too?
“Actually, before hockey, he participated in a program for disadvantaged youth at a camp outside the city two weeks every summer.”
Ilya gave him a sly look, but it was overshadowed by the fondness that shone in his eyes and pulled at his lips. Ilya knew the same story about Scott. “I hate when you ruin my jokes with logic.”
“Hm. Am sure is very useful for Hunter to know how to build a fire with twigs in his luxury apartment.”
Shane grinned. He knew it was one of the many things his husband found endearing.
“You’re such a baby. I thought you were the man who said he wanted to fuck me everywhere. But tents are too much effort…”
Ilya turned quickly to face his husband and pulled him close by the waist, so their bodies were flush and touching. For a moment they smiled into each other’s faces.
“Let’s go inside now, and I will fuck you standing up, if you want to rough it.” His voice had gotten thick.
“For the record… you’re still a dick,” Shane replied, as he was turning to go back inside the cottage.
“Hard. Up against the glass. So you can look at all your trees.”
Ilya followed him indoors.
***
They had been at the cottage now for about a week. Shane had just gotten back from a trip to the farmer’s market with his dad and Ilya helped him unpack groceries.
“Come. I have surprise," Ilya said after they finished. He grabbed Shane’s hand and led him out to the back.
Ilya watched his face as Shane took in the scene before him. Two long skewers rested on top of a cooler next to a bag of giant sized marshmallows by the fire pit. A large blue and black tent was assembled nearby.
Shane smiled softly. “Wow. You’ve been busy.”
“The turkey sausages you like are in the cooler. We will roast them. Lots of water… lots of soft drinks… some granola… a sweet treat. We can stay out all night, like it is camping.”
Ilya pulled him over and down into the tent.
Shane noted there was already a bottle of lube and a pack of the sensitive skin wipes they liked tucked inside, atop of two thick, spread-out sleeping bags.
“Come,” said Ilya as he laid on his back and encouraged Shane to do the same.
When they were lying side-by-side Shane turned his face towards Ilya, who was looking back and smiling. It took Shane’s breath away how lucky he was.
Ilya turned and reached up to unzip something at the top of the tent. Its version of a skylight. Ilya settled back down. He linked his fingers through the ones on Shane’s closest hand. Ilya turned to look back at Shane, who was still watching him.
Shane is hanging out with Soot (you know, the tux cat) and the big fuzzy boy for some reason loves hanging upside down from Shane's arms making air biscuits, among other odd resting positions. Like sitting like an old man in front of the tv when his dads are watching hockey. Or just. Right on top of Anya. Just invading her personal space like he owns it.
Anyways Shane is giving him the upside down time he needs so gravity can push his one functional braincell back into his cranium. Mouth open, tongue out, glassy eyes looking out at nothing. And Ilya crouches down at eye level saying "he looks like he is trying to catch a thought but it is running away from him."
"Hey, don't talk about him like that. He's smart...sometimes. when he wants to be."
"And when he wants to be is never, yes?"
Shane almost wants to cover Soot's ears. The disrespect.
"Enh, he will survive, don't worry. At least he is pretty now." Ilya takes the risk scratching the little white triangle of fur on his belly (the purrmuda triangle. He was so proud coming up with that) and Soot actually lets him.
"Mmh, yeah I guess- wait, now?" Shane looks murderous.
"I mean..."
"Ilya...
"He was a very ugly baby."
Shane gasps. Scandalized.
"He was malnourished. And sick, you monster."
"Ehh even when he was fine and we spoiled him he was a little funny looking. But like in a cute way. Weren't you our little lint trap?"
"No pets for you." Shane swats Ilya's hand away and leaves the room, pretending not to hear Ilya surpress a laugh as he tries to apologize.
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