I think one time during the final Boston year Shane chips his tooth and he shows up to Metros practice and the guys are like "Wait did you get clipped in the last game? Where were we?" and Shane is like "Yeah, I didn't even notice it during the game, must've been a stray stick or something. You got tape I can borrow?" Quickly changing the subject because he actually chipped his tooth while voraciously sexting Ilya and trying to get a well-composed photograph of his pecs but he was finding it hard to flex and push his biceps in toward his chest while holding the phone up above his head lying down in bed dildo half-in his ass while Ilya is sending rapid-fire text messages from the back of the Raider's team bus during an 8-week dry spell like—Send hole, Send nipples, tell me you love me, Send me your cock, tell me you want my cock, are you moaning? send me a voice note, yes I'll keep it quiet, volume is low Hollander, did you get the toy in? God I fucking love you. Missed you so much today almost chartered my own flight to Montreal, Yes I know you would be turned off by bad financial decision, God I want to swallow your dick. I want to see your nipples baby want to come all over them make you push your tits together, alright I won't call them tits you are no fun, make it nice for me, baby baby babyyyyyy, my good little— and Shane is rapid fire messaging back and also trying to take pictures and his cock is so hard it hurts and then he drops the phone on his face, chipping the tooth and swearing and the next picture he sends to Ilya is his fat fucking lip and bloody mouth and chipped tooth and despite being a little worried about what happened, Ilya nearly shoots off in his pants, no context needed. Cliff wakes up from a nap and thumps Ilya's back, thinking he's choking on his Doritos.
I don't feel like I painted Ilya's portrait enough here so for those interested- He's in the back of the Raider's bus, the part of the coach bus that's like three seats wide. Ilya's got the window seat and he shoves Cliff to the seat near the bathroom, saying he needs the middle seat to stretch his stiff hip (his hip is fine, it's fine). His hood is pulled up so far over his head like little red riding hood and he's bent over his knees, phone practically inside the hood, earbuds crumpled up in his hand because he can't stop texting Shane horny shit long enough to put them in. He keeps adjusting his brightness to see Shane's pictures but then lowering it immediately. He scored a hat trick AND assisted a rookie in getting a goal in their game and Boston fucking won against a strong contender. Hollander had said he'd reward him if he played well, and when he was boarding the bus Shane had sent the first dick pic and Ilya realizes that Shane is feeling as wild missing him as Ilya does.
And it's always a surprise, when Shane takes risks, not because he's a puritan (Shane has taken almost all the risk when it comes to them getting together!), but because Ilya is still wrapping his mind around the whole thing, and it's hard when he can't see Shane because sometimes it doesn't feel real, but in moments like this when he realizes that Shane is just as desperate for him and Ilya is for him, it uncages the beast a bit. He doesn't know how to stop asking, how to stop demanding that Shane give him more. He's greedy like that. He's on a good win streak, he's got a fun size bag of sweet chili doritos and the man he loves in his phone sending a picture of the come pooling in his abs. Life is good! Only five more days until they see each other.
