On his first birthday with a boyfriend, Shane wakes up to repeated clanking sounds coming from the kitchen. They're only at the cottage for a few days, because Ilya's moving from Boston to Ottawa in a week.
Everytime Shane thinks about it there's an almost histerical, giddy feeling spreading through him. They've completed a whole year of long distance and stolen moments and- yes, they will still be two hours apart but it feels so different. It feels like they made it into over time in a tight game. The win just moments away.
Shane stretches with a smile and debates if he should go out there or wait for Ilya to come back. The former wins (also because Shane wants birthday kisses and insists on brushing his teeth first so, he has to get up anyway) and he finds Ilya, busy with the dishes.
At his sleep rough voice Ilya looks up and beams at him. "Good morning, Imjeninnik!"
Ilya walks over to him slowly and Shane licks his lips as he takes him in. His curls are a chaotic mess, flat on one side and trying to flee his head on the other. He is in Shane's black t-shirt from yesterday and smiles at him in a way that makes his stomach flip. He looks so good. So relaxed and at home here. Shane barely waits for him to be near enough to grab at his hips to pull him closer.
Ilya puts a hand on his face, guiding him into the perfect angle for a kiss. Two kisses. Three. Things escalate quickly from there. The kisses turn frantic, move from his lips to his neck and then further down.
After, when Shane is still panting, back leaning against the kitchen island, Ilya asks "Good birthday morning so far?"
It takes a moment for Shane to answer because Ilya crowds into him with a smug grin and he simply has to kiss him again.
"Yes. Woke up alone, though." He says eventually with a smile.
"Mh, sorry, had to prepare your cake. I was about to make coffee so if you want to go back to-"
"My cake?" Shane interrupts him. "You're baking? Really?" Shane's smile is so wide it almost sprains his cheeks.
Ilya shrugs, looking to the side with a shake of his head. "Yes? You invited David and Yuna over for the afternoon, you want them to starve?"
He's clearly a little self concious, so Shane moves in again to kiss him.
"No? Usually they bring cake from the bakery down the road."
"Oh." Ilya sniffs and shrugs again. "We can also do that, if you want." Completely failing at acting nonchalant.
And Shane pulls him in for a hug because he just has to squeeze him. Has to. The cuteness aggression also makes him press his teeth together before saying "I don't want. I want the one you're making."
"Is with dates instead of sugar." Ilya's voice is muffled into his shoulder, where he places a few pecks. And Shane just about melts. Ilya hates dates instead of sugar in stuff.
"That sounds perfect, thank you."
