airport - hollanov - @hollanovbingo - word count: 322 - click here for my hollanov microfic archive on ao3
Shane nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw 'Lily' appear on his phone screen.
It probably wouldn't have been nearly as surprising if he hadn't been sitting staring at his screen, but that was another story.
"Hel–hey," he answered, swallowing all the eagerness he could, fighting to sound casual as he answered the call.
"Hello," Ilya replied, sounding anxious. "I am–I am at Boston airport. Just got through security. Um. Flight is on time."
He could have texted Shane that information, but neither of them pointed that out.
"Ah–good," Shane nodded jerkily, relief and terror flooding him in equal measure. Fuck. Ilya was actually doing this. Flying here. Coming to Shane's cottage.
"Man at security tried to–what is it called? Frisk me? But I told them I already have other plans for someone to touch my dick," Ilya continued, a little smile in his tone, now.
Despite his nerves, Shane snorted. "Shut up," he muttered, shaking his head fondly.
"You are...ah...still picking me up?"
Shane gulped, looking around. "Yeah. Um...if you still want me to, that is. If it's too...weird, or whatever, I can get a car service, or see if there's taxis, or, um maybe there's public transpor–"
He breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay."
"You will be there on time?"
He bristled. "Yeah, Rozanov, I'll be there on time!"
Ilya laughed. "I am just saying! You probably have to leave soon, yes? You don't want to be late."
Shane frowned, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. You're right, I should...yeah."
"I will see you soon, Shane."
Fuck. It wasn't fair how much that made him smile. "See you, Ilya," he murmured.
When the line went dead, he sighed, looking out his car window to the deserted airport parking lot, where he'd already been waiting for half an hour.
Yeah....he definitely wouldn't be late.