This is more Shane being insecure than Shane seething but this post about Shane getting jealous over Ilya getting someone else pregnant inspired me to write this thing. TW/CW in the tags
"Why are you acting jealous, Hollander? She's getting an abortion. Do YOU want to have abortion? I don’t think that’s very, how do you say hm… pleasant experience?"
Shane scoffs and avoids Ilya’s eyes, crossing his arms.
"Fuck you, I am not jealous."
"Yes, good idea. Let’s get back to fucking, okay? No more pouting."
Ilya stands up from the bed to move closer to Shane who keeps nervously pacing around the room. Shane turns around, pretending to look out the window.
"I feel tired, I think I’ll just go." —Ilya could have a normal family with this woman, or any other woman if he doesn’t like this one. Shane doesn’t want to be in the way. — "It’s getting late anyway, maybe you should call her. See if she’s okay."
"Why? She’s not my girlfriend, Hollander, just stupid accident . Stop being weird about this."
Shane stays silent, mentally preparing to leave. His phone is on the dresser next to him, he should take it and call an Uber. He should have left like 10 minutes ago, before this whole conversation even started.
"Well, sorry I can’t get you pregnant too, but we can keep trying, da?" — Ilya snakes his hands around Shane and stars slowly kissing Shane’s neck from behind, keeping him in place with two steady hands on his hips. — "Who knows, with all the weird supplements you take…" — he whispers into Shane’s ear, bitting it. — "Maybe we make miracle happen."
Fuck, why is Rozanov running his stupid mouth like this turning him on? It would not be a miracle, it would be a disaster. He loves hockey too much, he’d really have to have an abortion… but the thought of Ilya and him having a child together is breaking something inside his head, making the system short-circuit. Why is he even thinking about such a ridiculous thing? It’s scientifically impossible anyway, unfortunately. No, fortunately. He doesn’t want to get magically impregnated and he definitely doesn’t want to have a baby with Ilya fucking Rozanov.
Ilya stops teasing Shane and takes a step back, pulling on Shane’s hips, walking them backwards towards the bed.
"…And then we go get abortion together to get rid of miracle baby so you can keep playing hockey and I buy you some gluten free sugar free joy free pastry to make you feel better. Nice weekend activity. Almost like a date." Ilya jokes, trying to lighten the mood. Shane’s whole body is so damn tense in front of him, like he’s ready to bolt out of there any second.
Shane turns around, frowning, and pushes Ilya’s hands away.
"You want me to abort our miracle baby?" He doesn’t know why he’s suddenly feeling so protective over their hypothetical impossible child. Ilya’s stupid joke is making his imagination run wild. He can’t help thinking their baby would be the cutest baby in the whole world. Curls and freckles and so much hockey in their genes they would come out of him with skates on. Fuck, why is he thinking about giving birth now? Gross. This evening is a disaster. The smug look on Ilya’s face makes him want to punch something. Like his face.
"You want to keep it, huh?" — Ilya’s grinning now. He is a bit confused, though. He isn’t sure if this is just banter to Shane, he looks a bit angry. He also keeps blushing and acting unnecessarily flustered, so Ilya continues teasing him anyway.— "You want to change career to stay-at-home dad? You cook only awful rabbit food, that kid would starve. And the Metros would be very angry at you breaking contract."
"Just shut up, Rozanov." Shane avoids Ilya’s eyes, but doesn’t move away.
Ilya steps forward and takes his hand. He leads them back onto the bed. Shane lets him.
"Really, it wouldn’t be fair, Hollander. I’m a busy man. You spend all the time having fun with our kid, teaching it French so you can talk behind my back, and I do what, go win Stanley Cup, against dinosaur Scott Hunter? Like taking candy from a very old baby. Boring."
Shane rolls his eyes, but he smirks a little thinking about teaching their kid French to annoy Rozanov. If Ilya thought them Russian too, they’d be trilingual. That would look good on a college application.
Ilya can see Shane is no longer thinking about leaving, but he is still thinking about something, avoiding eye contact. They are in bed together, he should be a blabbering horny mess, not a moody philosopher.
"I guess it would be good for my career if you quit. Boring, but easier. Less competition. Easy money. "— Ilya starts kissing up his neck again, puts a hand underneath Shane’s shirt, rubbing his lower abdomen. He lowers his voice. — "Maybe I should try harder to knock you up, hm?"
Shane groans, throwing his head back, giving Ilya better access to his throat. This is so fucked up.
"You can keep it, but I’m choosing the name. You’d call our baby something boring, like Amanda, or Charles."
Disclaimer: I am using an em dash (probably sometimes incorrectly) out of spite just because AI made people afraid to use it and I am not letting some fake intelligence dictate my actions.