Dusty Dreams and Midnight Fires Part 2
Apologies for the amount of time I've taken for this next part (life is crazy rn)
-Part 2/?
~Later that afternoon.
The pair are cuddled in bed, after taking a nap, from being tired due to certain events..
Shane nuzzles himself into Ilya's chest, just letting himself be held. Ilya plants kisses onto Shane's head and rubs his shoulder lazily with small circles. Yet something is still causing a tickle within Shane's nose...
He absentmindedly rubs it, somewhat harshly to Ilya's concern"Shane, you are rubbing too hard, stop that." He mumbles tiredly.
"I'm not even being harsh with it." He protestsIlya props himself up slightly and give him a look.
"Mhm. Sure. I can hear your nose squishing."
"Fuck you. snff" He states with an eyeroll and a telling sniffle, which causes Ilya to laugh softly and hand him another tissue.
"Blow." He states firmly. Taking into account that, he is becoming increasingly more sniffly. "Are you feeling sick?"
Shane takes the tissue and wipes the underside of his nose "Heh- Snff Hh-hih-... Sigh"
"It went away. Sorry. What were you saying?" He states, voice with a slightly stuffy sound.
"Are you getting sick or is allergies?" Ilya remarks. Eyeing his boyfriend quizzically. "You keep sneezing, or in this case, almost sneezing"
"I don’t think I am getting sick? I don’t really know. There's just something in the air, or something" He waves his hand in the air, then brings it down again to rub his nose, feeling a sharp prickle in the back of his nose...
Not enough to sneeze, but enough to cause a clear sign of irritation in his freckled face."Hehh-hh-...Fuuhck.. snf"
The constant tickle causes his eyes to water a bit, flicking away a tear. "hihh-hh-tchh"... "excuse me.. s-sor-hih-ry-" He ducks his head downwards onto his chest "Hih-shhiew Hehh-He-ptchiew hii-Ish-hieEW. snffff"
"My god, Shane. You are dying? Bud'te zdorovy" He rubs small circles on his back as he feels him shudder with every sneeze. He grabs the box of tissues and places them in Shane's lap. "Oh, moy lyubímyy..." Ilya whispers with growing concern
Shane grabs the tissues and blows harshly. "Fucking hell... It's so itchy. What the hell is happening."
Then it dawns on Ilya... Since both of them came in earlier than expected. The cleaners never came, oh shit.. And its been months since the air filters have been changed...
"It's the filters, Solnyshko..." Shane gives a heavy sigh and a confused look "What do snnff you mean?" Still trying to calm down after a small fit.
"I- uh.. I came early, and I accidently forgot to call the people to clean and change the air filters... Apologies"
"That explains a lot..He'gnxt-iew.. Bless me."
"Bud'te zdorovy. I think it's time for your allergy medicine.." Ilya gets up and kisses Shane's forehead, as he walks into the kitchen to search for the meds
A/N
Trust me I'm trying to get to snzy I/lya but dust allergies S/hane has my heart! Im so sorry this one is so short 🥲
Constructive criticism welcome!!